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Nhuong gives readers a glimpse of himself when he was their age, and tells a thrilling story of how he and Tank together faced the dangers...
Nhuong gives readers a glimpse of himself when he was their age, and tells a thrilling story of how he and Tank together faced the dangers of life in the Vietnamese jungle which was their home.
The author describes his close relationship to two water buffalo that were part of his family when he was growing up in a village in the central highlands of Vietnam.
My family owned a small herd of water buffaloes, which consisted of two females and a male named Water jug. The bull got his name because his big and round stomach resembled the kind of gourds we used as water jugs. Water jug was a good worker and a good friend.
He had never been sick in his life, but when old age caught up with Water jug, he died little by little, like a lamp burning its last drops of oil. For several weeks before his death he could not walk, and we had to bring food and water to him.
On the morning we found him lying dead, we buried him in the graveyard, as we had done for all the dead of our family.
Long after old Water jug's death, I still missed him, and I often sat at his graveside remembering the good times we had spent together. During the rainy season, he had carried me on his back to the rice field, where I fished.
One day while sitting on his back and fishing for sword fish, I became restless. Normally the pond was full of sword fish, but that day I waited and waited and none of them would bite. I was making an earthworm jump on the surface of the pond to lure the fish, when suddenly I saw a huge, snakelike head shoot out of the water and snap at it. I was terrified and almost ordered Water jug to back up and run. But soon the rest of a green turtle appeared and snapped the fishing line with a single stroke of her foreleg.
It took me a minute to recover, as I had thought the head belonged to a huge horse snake, the most savage reptile in the area. And at that moment old Water jug lowered his head and snorted, ready to defend both of us.
I missed old Water jug especially whenit rained all day and frogs croaked loudly in the rice field. I wished I could go there on his back to catch those tasty amphibians. The two female water buffaloes we owned, like most water buffalo cows, were not trained to have people on their backs. And my parents would not let me go to the field alone, because they did not want me walking on all those slippery paths. So I had to stay home, listening to the endless croaking and missing old Water jug more and more.
Posted November 17, 2007
Water Buffalo Days is about a young boy, Nhuong, who lives in the hills of Vietnam with his mom, dad, and many different animals. One of the kinds of animals they have are water buffaloes. When Nhuong¿s favorite water buffalo, Water Jug, dies he is heartbroken and thinks he can never get over him and could never get another buffalo. All of that changes when their family gets a new buffalo. Nhuong names his new buffalo Tank and Tank becomes his new best friend. Tank was fierce and fought off tigers and wild hogs that threatened the village. Tank was a very strong buffalo he could work all day and wouldn¿t have gotten tired. This book was a very easy read, but at some points it could be difficult. It was sad and happy it was also very compelling towards the beginning. This book grabbed my attention after reading the second or third chapter. While reading this book, it was hard to put down but at some chapters I wanted to put it down because of the sad details. Water Buffalo Days was a book that I would read twice and would recommend this book to people who like books with happy beginnings and sad endings.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.