At the foot of a distant mountain The small thatched hut looks cute. Surrounded by a grove of various trees. The light from the lantern shines from the small window. and saw a light bright red spot glittering like a bright star among the clouds. Inside the hut, there was a loud popping noise from time to time, followed by the gasping sounds of men and women.

“Whoa! There really are a lot of flies here,” said the five-year-old man, tiredly.

“Oh! "Nan, that's cool. Let's go get a stick and hit it," said a younger woman. He wiped away the sweat that was streaming down his cheeks.

Then they both smiled at each other, happy that they remembered. Which in fact should have been thought of a long time ago…. A man and woman, who had been together for a little over two years, didn't hesitate and hurriedly grabbed a fly swatter woven with white tendrils and held it in their hands. and smiled happily at the flies that flew around.

“Finished late….hohohoho.”

The two raised their hands and attacked the flies without holding back. They flew away in different directions. But still lingering in this little hut He refused to go anywhere. until both of them began to soften

After beating the busy flies for a long time, But there's still no sign that it will run out. The husband and wife were starting to get tired. The two sat down on the wooden floor to rest. Each of them sat with their backs to each other, building up their morale and quickly recovering from their tiredness, as if they hadn't even hit a single fly.

Then suddenly the young woman stood up stubbornly. causing the young man to fall backwards and fall to the ground. Massive amounts of corpses of flies that had been hit by the pair flew up. Then it fell to the floor again.

“Whoa! What's going on?" The young man put his hand on the ground and stood up. He scratched his head lightly and shook his head.

The girl's eyes sparkled. She grabbed her shiny black hair that had corpse flies all over it and tied it neatly with white string. Then she used her hands to tear off the frayed cream-colored sarong and toss it to her husband.

“Whoa! I'm annoyed a lot... It'll be easy to hit you." The young woman raised her head slightly. Satisfied smile In hand holding a fly swatter (It should probably be called a fly swatter tendon.) Hold on tight.

“Whoa! I'm just going to sit here and make it clear. Let's fight together, cool love.” She, now dressed in a white t-shirt and a cream-colored sarong that had been torn until it looked like a short skirt, took a fly swatter and pointed it firmly at her husband.

The young man took a deep breath. Take two mighty hands (I've been using the fly swatter for a long time and haven't finished it yet.) Shake off the loincloth from your body. He threw it to his young wife, who took it confusedly. Revealing a pair of shorts the same color as the white t-shirt he was wearing.

“Whoa! Let's go hit each other.” The young man raised his fly swatter with his hand. His determined eyes looked at his young wife in an inviting way…

Then the two began to fight flies again. This time, the young man gathered his strength. With one hand and one fly swatter in hand He turned and moved so fast that he couldn't keep his eyes on him. Until he stopped moving - - - - - Unbelievable!!! A large swarm of flies was in his hand (it was believed that his hands were really powerful).

I don't know where he got this training from. Very cool!!! - - - - There is no version)

"Oh... Wow, so cool, I really love it. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The young woman kissed her husband's cheek. (but didn't do it... Let the young man welcome you with open arms, stunned, amazed, and thrilled!!! there) and caressed the tight, round fly that was inserted with chicken feathers in an orderly circle around it. When he was satisfied with the caress, he kissed her husband's cheek, who stood and waited for her to kiss him until his gums were dry.

“Let's have fun, cool love,” the young man said, looking at the wriggling fly in fear. It's like they know what they'll do next.

The girl walked to the other side of the mosquito net. Both hands held the stick firmly. She bent her knees slightly, ready to hit the feather fly that her husband would send her at any moment.

The young man bent his knees and threw up a small chunk of the fly. Then he hit him with a fly swatter to the other side of the mosquito net, where his young wife was waiting to receive him. She bounced back to him. Then the two of them hit each other, back and forth, and back and forth, until the clumps of flies fell one by one, two, three… until they were all gone. The trigger feathers that were inserted around them slowly fell to the ground.

“Whoa, success!” The two hugged each other. Without paying any attention to the mosquito net separating them.

And then with fatigue The two of them fell asleep on the soft mattress without realizing it. Without even a single fly bothering me. Little did he know that a group of people had been watching him since he had been woken up by the annoying swarms of flies that were now strewn all over the floor.

The next morning……….

“Whoa! It's getting late. Cool, dear. Wake up." The young man woke up his wife. Then he handed her a soft yellow roasted trigger and gave her a gentle smile.

The woman inhaled the fragrant aroma of the grilled chicken before straightening her teeth and eating the delicious grilled chicken (Nam Yai Hai). She noticed that the floor of the hut had been cleaned. There were no dead flies left.

A rustling sound sounded at the door of the house. “Kuk…….Kuk…….” - - - - - - - The young man gently stroked his wife's hair. Then go straight and pick up a beautifully carved crossbow. (I think it might have been an inheritance passed down from ancient ancestors) to hold firmly in my hand. Then he carefully walked over and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, “Ah, yes, sir… uh, hello, uh, wa…wa…wa…ng.”

“Oh……….…” The young man took the crossbow and put it away at the altar. Then he invited them to sit down. (on a wide floor) in the hut, and his wife . . . brought water for them to drink.

“Ah… uh, what are you guys looking for?”

" oh! It is…” He took a deep breath and whispered, “It's a piece of fly…. Ha ha.”

" oh! I swept it all,” the young man, the husband, said. Then I thought about it - - - - - It seemed like the group of people were startled every time he spoke to them.

“Eh! How do you know that there used to be remnants of these creatures on the floor? Uh! Flies.”

“Ah, that's true. We apologize. Last night we happened to pass by this area. And I'm very interested in your dancing and playing. Er! But... how did you hear me? Just a moment, I'll whisper."

“That's it!!! ” Another 2-3 people in the group spoke at the same time.

" oh! My husband has sensitive ears. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to be grouped together into a single group.”

“Uh!… But about dancing.”

“Yes… and the games too.”

“What does…… what does it mean to be a widow?”

“So what did the two of you do last night?” the group of people said in unison.

The husband and wife looked at each other. Then he shook his head in complete confusion.

…….And the sport of badminton with its super fun dance moves. (Actually, it is a position to catch and hit flies) was born in this way……..