The pelican was his annual pilgrimage to Ceylon to avoid harsh winter and got trapped in the Batticoloa floods and was waiting to devour some unfortunate sea fish that have come ashore. When he was about to partake the first mouthful of fish in came the Tortoised Chief Minister (TCM) from nowhere and warned him not to do so.
He was puzzled.
I have been eating fish all my life how dare you intervene in my cuisine.
Brother do not be annoyed.
I will tell you the reason.
They are poisoned by accident and not by purpose or design.
We got a consignment of food for flood victims from UNO and in the transport of it on a vehicle with fertilizer by some strange coincidence the bags’ label changed from UNO to USA and a certain politician in Colombo decided that they were no good for human consumption and not even for animals.
Then the local politician requested that they were to be dumped into sea.
The transport man designed a coup.
The food items were quickly changed hands with a label UREA and UREA was changed to USA by substituting S for EA. Then only a few UREA bags that contained deadly cadmium were dumped with political acumen to the sea in front of starving residents and they were asked to go fishing in troubled waters!
So you may now go fishing in troubled waters!
The pelican was visibly annoyed.
I traveled over 8000 miles to land hear on my holidays and you guys spoil it for me.
Don’t you people advertise come here and tither?
Sorry for the misadventure it would have been a different story if the weather gods did not intervene.
The TCM said in a quiet voice.
You may go down further and find another island he suggested.
There are no islands till Antarctica and I haven’t got the strength to fly that far.
Then he asked are you good in navigation.
Yes of course and if I may ask you why you raised that question?
Even though I am here I still have some connection with the Air Force Top Brass and I can fix you a job with them till spring with full on board service.
He was not happy but picked the crab instead and took to flight and landed on a tree top.
He tried hard to pierce the shell bone but could not and in with anger dumped the fellow down but it landed with a thud and turned upside up downside down and side tracked safely to water.
This he has never seen before and went back to the now friendly TCM and asked how come the shell of a Sir-Lankan crab is so hard?
Elementary my dear!
He was in charge of my armed car when in service.
He was also in charge of making service to my vehicle with three quotation in hand which is the usual practice.
He was given the bullet proof metal sample for verification.
He without my knowledge changed the specification to inferior quality metal and hid the real metal sample under his helmet and pocketed out the contract extras.
Then in the final blast of which we all died in an unfortunate accident the metal got stuck to his skin.
He is a hard nut in any case and was difficult even for me to pierce his intentions!
In that case I say yes to your offer with some reservation.
That was how the pelican was made a the flying trainer for healthy remuneration.
You have to wait why he quit and deserted the post for my next edition on web.
Keep counting the SiRs please.
Please note even though these stories are quite akin to Buddhist stories and anthology, they are not designed for Dhamma sermons and any recitals without my implied consent will be strictly prohibited.
The chief minister who took over from the TCM was mildly hurt when in a routine test a bullet pierced the serviced part of the vehicle and went inside. It was an indirect hit; that is why the injuries were minimal.
He quickly dumped the vehicle to junk and bought a new one from the fresh quota allocated to him. He did not forget to send a telegram to the ex-officer thanking him for his service acumen.
I had to deliver it through my special courier service in conjunction with Apaya International.