So Sid bought some, ate some. But then he bought some tiny packets of yummies and stashed them in his bag for 'later'. For when he could eat in peace. He gets off the van near home and starts walking and eating. Now we always some specimens of the bovine variety hanging around our streets and one such, quite a biiiiiiig one, as described by Sid, was right in the middle of the road. Normally this wouldn't phase an Indian one bit. But Sid is barely 9 and I understand his consternation when he says the cow started coming at him 'for the yummies'. He tried dodging but it kept blocking the road and was, yes, gunning for the yummies. If you know yummies, you know they're fried snacks, those crunchy, spicy ones, hardly manna to a cow's palate.
Anyway, Sid ws now unnerved and when he saw two men walking past he asked "Uncle, can you please help me"? The two men just laughed and walked away. So not having learnt how to fend off attacks by cows ravenous for yummies at school, he did what he could. Threw the two opened packets on the road and scrambled for the gate.
Soon as he was in the door, he offered to show an unbelieving me the size of the cow and the two now empty packets lying on the street. But I was more perturbed about the two men who had just laughed off his request for help. What are we adults coming to?