One day Dawa was sitting near a drain that separated the street from the shop, a bag of dried fish burst open when it was being unloaded from a truck. At least dozens of dogs appeared from everywhere and began to help themselves shamelessly
The shop owner, in a cool and scheming whisper, told his son to bring the whip. In the meantime, Dawa warns the other dogs to run away from the impending danger. After a little while, the dogs sought out Dawa and asked how he knows human language. Dawa had no answer except to say that he just understood it. What he did not know was that he was the rebirth of an excellent and well-reputed translator from a distant country and he could speak and understand many more languages than just Dzongkha.
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