"Think, Then Think Again…"

  The phenomenon looks like giant mole hills, or as I think of it from time to time, women’s breast.  It reminds me of the hills in a small child’s drawing.  All the hills are very uniform in shape.  

  I learned that after dry season the grass turns brown and that is where the hills got their name.  I think that the hills must be the poop of the fat buddha who is always happy and wealthy.  He probably buys lots of chocolate every wet season, eats it all up and has to poop it up when it comes to the dry season.

  I think that the Buddha poops grass, because he doesn’t have any hair.  He probably poops out all his hair.  Poor Buddha!  Although he poops all his hair, I think that he is laughing because of all his chocolate and he thinks it’s hilarious that he has no hair, it might be tickling his stomach in the inside.