In South East Asian folklore the mousedeer is considered something of a bright morning , pangs of hunger rushed him to search for something to bite into or chew he searched for small fruits , even tender grass , to hisdismay , what looked green and nice from a distance away ,were old stubs , punched up he looked up, yonder, but across a river, shrubs and grass danced and waved into his hungry might just find someplace to wade across the river and sit down for a feast he as he neared the river, alas, it was teeming with crocs of all things ! Oh gosh , what now ? Then a lightning of an idea hit him.
He called out to the crocodiles in the river and said : 'The king of the jungle asked me to do a census of the animals in this that includes you too , brothers and sisters ,' said mouse deer .'Tell me , how many of you are in there , in this stretch of water ?', asked the don't really know ,' said one of them . 'Well then,' said the mouse don't you line up , while I do the count? His majesty ,the king will not be happy if I gave him a wrong figure.' 'That's fine,' said the leader of the so they dutifully fell into a line all the way to the other bank of the river.
The mousedeer, agog with glee in , jumped atop the first croc , shouting : 1..2..3..4..5..6.. all the way to the other bank of the soon as he landed on the other bank of the river , he yelled 'Thanks for the ride!'
The crocs smelt that they had been thunder hit their gnashed and ground their jaws in fury till their teeth fell off as dust . Not satiated, they raged the river dry and turned it into miles of meanwhile sat down to days of times and ..... !