The Great Belly Blowout: When Hippo ( Dangar) and Majj (Buffalo) Took Food Too Seriously
Once upon a time, in the lazy little village of Bhoondpur, two best friends — Dangar the Hippo and Majj the Buffalo — were famous for three things:
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Eating like there’s no tomorrow.
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Sleeping like there was no tomorrow.
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Arguing about who could eat more biryani.
It all started on a sunny Sunday when the local chaand (moon-faced) announcer, Chacha Radio, shouted through his loudspeaker,
“Attention! Attention! Today’s Annual Bhoondpur Food Fiesta will feature a grand Eating Competition! Winner gets a year’s free buffet at ‘Lassi Lounge’!”
The moment Dangar heard “free buffet,” his ears perked up like a satellite dish. Majj dropped her sugarcane mid-chew.
“You?” said Majj, puffing her chest, “You can’t even finish your halwa without sighing like an old harmonium.”
“At least I don’t get tired after two plates!” Dangar snapped, adjusting his belly like a prize medal.
“Fine,” Majj smirked, “May the hungriest win.”
And so, the battle of bellies began.
Round One: The Pakora Pile
The table was stacked with golden, sizzling pakoras. The crowd chanted, “Dangar! Majj! Dangar! Majj!”
Dangar opened his mouth like a tunnel and vacuumed ten pakoras in a single breath. Majj followed, dunking hers in chutney like a pro.
By the end of round one, both looked slightly dizzy — but unstoppable.
Round Two: The Biryani Battle
The aroma of saffron rice and mutton filled the air. Majj’s eyes sparkled. Dangar’s nose twitched like a radar.
“This is my territory,” said Majj proudly.
“Ha! I was born in a biryani pot!” declared Dangar.
They shoveled, scooped, and swallowed till the plates disappeared under the might of their appetites.
Round Three: The Dessert Disaster
Now came the dreaded gulab jamuns.
Sticky. Sweet. Sneaky.
By the tenth jamun, Majj’s eyes were rolling. Dangar tried to burp — and hiccupped syrup.
“Majj…” Dangar moaned, clutching his belly, “I think… I’ve reached enlightenment.”
“I think I’ve reached… the hospital,” Majj groaned.
And that’s exactly where they landed.
The Hospital Scene
Nurse Henna (who’d seen many strange things but never two farm animals in the emergency ward) sighed,
“So… food poisoning?”
“Not exactly,” said the doctor. “It’s food ambition.”
They spent three days on glucose drips and regret.
Dangar swore he’d never eat again (he lied). Majj promised to start yoga (she didn’t).
A Week Later…
Both were seen sitting under a mango tree, sipping light soup.
“Next time,” Majj said cautiously, “let’s enter a sleeping competition instead.”
“Agreed,” Dangar grinned, “Less chewing, more dreaming.”
And somewhere in the distance, Chacha Radio was already announcing —
“Next Sunday: The Great Bhoondpur Napping Challenge!”
The duo looked at each other.
“We’re in.”
Moral:
Sometimes, victory tastes sweet — but not if it lands you in the hospital. Know when to chew. Know when to chill. 😄
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