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1en | Nasso Wonder Kuker enchants and scandalises the audience

Writer's picture: Yora ATANASOVAYora ATANASOVA

Updated: Sep 2, 2022





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Nasso Wonder Kuker started jumping around the family, rhythmically jingling the bells like in a trance, until he made some space around them. Then, he proceeded to his notorious dance-pantomime sketch, his crown act, for the prevention of which Okopaenee's kuker group had put so much effort a little while ago. Spectators, blessed with imagination, clearly discerned trees, felling, agony…


"What is he doing?" standing back in the crowd asked.


"He's depicting a tree … Trees... As if in a forest." those who had the best view of the scene of action announced to the rest.


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"Ha-ha, now he's cutting … He's fallen on the ground... Shaking, .. Like playing a wounded beast... Writhing… Like a wounded bear… The bear died.."


'Nah, it's not a bear," other viewers objected. "The felled tree died."


"The forest died."


"Nope, that was the villain who cut down the trees. The kuker defeated him and he collapsed in agony." a bespectacled teen voiced his interpretation.


"Hey, this isn't Indiana Jones. You clearly overplay video games. " the girl next to him snorted.


The audience clapped and cheered after each comment. Okopaenee's Kuker group supported the more interesting comments with their bell jingle, at a signal of their leader Stajko. After their failure to prevent the Wonder Kuker's sketch this time again, the Okopeneeans had crept through the crowd to watch and wait for their time to intervene. The cacophony was rounded out by drummers and zurna players scattered around.




Some of the people began snickering, pointing at the family that had received Nasso Wonder Kuker's special attention.


"Bonevs, stop cutting down the forest! Otherwise, you see your fate." a beery elderly man shouted.


It evoked applause and laughter.

Others were outraged.


"Hey, man! Do you really have to snatch at people like that? No tree cut any more, huh?"


"Cutting is OK, but how much wood do they really need for a household? As for Bonevs, it's their family business. You're not locals, so you don't know it. What a forest have they taken out!... And as if never gonna stop."


"God knows if it's all legal, too,"


"Laws, they're stretchable, you know. What's allowed to one, isn't allowed to another."


"I see! Well done to the kuker, then!"


One of the younger Bonevs snorted, while the rest of the family was quietly slipping out of the crowd:


"Come on! We work, make money and pay our taxes. And those people have come to read us a lesson and judge us…"

The two little ones, who were sailing away over the crowd, started crying and pointing back to Wonder Kuker:

"Aah! Wanna moh kukaah!"


The audience continued the discussion:


"OK, you cut. But who will plant? Here are the bald hills, over there. What will we pass on to our children?"


"Let's go back to the caves, huh? To preserve trees and everything," the remaining representative of Bonevs went on with the family image defence.


"Cameramen, you haven't got my permission to shoot us! If anybody releases this, we'll sue them, remember that very well! And we'll find out who pulled this kuker trick on us... They won't get away with it just like that!."


People buzzled and argued. Stayko and several robust Okopaenee's kukers approached and surrounded Nasso Wonder Kuker.


The wind suddenly rebelled, flinging whatever it found in its path and bending tree crowns like willow sticks. The leaden sky rumbled, lit up with thunder, and rain gushed over the town, like a bucket. The crowd fled, some to their homes, others to nearby buildings or to the parked cars and buses, while avoiding trees and protecting themselves from falling and flying snapped branches. The most curious went to watch, in the storm, how Nasso Wonder Kuker was pushed by kukers onto the bus with an "Okopaenee Village" sign.




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