A memory from a long time ago. By Nancy Nancy Thompsen Sherwood.
We lived in Chiang Mai, Thailand from 1981-1983. The house we lived in was at the end of a gravel road. Looking out the front gate, to the left was the gravel road (often with teams of wild dogs), to the right was an overgrown area that I referred to as "the jungle". Straight across the road was a dark wooden fence. There was a chicken farm behind that fence. We couldn't see the house or whatever else was behind the fence, but we heard the roosters calling in the morning and the chickens clucking all day. And when the wind was just "right" , we could smell the chicken farm.
One afternoon I heard gun fire in the road in font of our house. When the shooting stopped, I went to investigate.
We had a gardener and house maid (husband and wife). The story, as they related it was: A naked man came running out of the gate at the chicken farm. The naked man was followed by the farmer's wife- in a night gown. Then the farmer, with his gun.
I worried for weeks about that naked man who ran into the jungle. I worried that the naked man would take some of our clothes from our clothes line.
Of course we didn't lose any clothes. We never saw the naked man again. Almost 40 years have passed and I still get a chuckle thinking about it!
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