When Alf had come earlier to retrieve his own shoes filled
with candy and treats away from the fireplace, he purposely neglected to remind
or warn Mekkar at that time. Mekkar called his brother a devious individual and
he knew Alf was relishing this misfortune of his. Mekkar then proceeded to get
into trouble for his forgetfulness and the ruining of the specially made shoes.
He also received a second punishment because a family member would have to
create a new pair of those same hand crafted shoes for him from scratch. It was
not planned for yet because the shoes wouldn’t have worn out by this time and
should be still useable, but now weren’t due to special circumstances. It is
well to point out that Mekkar never again got candy or goodies in his shoes
when left outside on Christmas Eve, just sand. Eventually, Mekkar just stopped
leaving his shoes outside on the porch hoping for extra Christmas treats, so he
wouldn’t have to clean the sand out. Fortunately, sand was easy to remove and
clean out of the footwear.
Like his papa intended Mekkar was finally enrolled in the
local martial arts class, where his younger brother had begun a few years
earlier. Mekkar was hesitant, but his papa required him to do it and Mekkar was
not going to tell his large papa, No! Plus, Henrik told Mekkar that martial
arts are very beneficial for improving his sports footwork and protective
skills.
When Mekkar first started out in the martial arts training
class, he felt stupid, clumsy, uncoordinated, embarrassed, and out of his element
while he was getting his rear end kicked, punched, thrown, and flipped a lot!
Mekkar figured that everyone has to start somewhere and some point, so why not
now and here. At first, he was humbled big time because he thought that he had
gained some toughness playing hockey and other games with the older kids on the
lake. However, this martial arts activity was a different ballgame and coming
in with a toughie attitude was a mistake and it changed quickly, since he was
in actuality, a beginner. Mekkar, after some time, began to put some more time
into it as he started to see improvement in his skills. As he worked hard at
it, he got to a level of brown belt in karate and noticed that others that had
this bad boy newcomer disposition, would in time, be knocked of you by those
instructors and higher level students with more experience. Mekkar observed
this and had learned from his previously errored ways.
Mekkar, from then on, would attempt to advise some of the others
that were beginners in the martial arts endeavors to leave their egos at the
door but many ignored his heed and suffered the same indignation that he did at
the very beginning. So, Mekkar just focused on his own martial arts development
and later on earned a red belt in Aikido. The techniques he learned here would
help avoid some more serious injuries later on and one day Mekkar realized his
papa did know what he was talking about and not feeding him a line of bull to
get him to participate.
There was one time at home when a very frustrated Mekkar was
punching and kicking at the large heavy canvas colored 1.21 meters (4 feet)
tall hanging from a hook and a rope from a large beam. But, Mekkar had a nasty
temper also and on this occasion had an overwhelming need to win. So, he went
over and grabbed an axe and swung it in a chopping motion cutting a big hole on
the side of the bag near the bottom. As the sand inside started running out
onto the floor, Mekkar tried to gather his wits about him and attempted
everything he could to stem the flow of the sand because he then realized the
consequences of his actions and dread set in. When his papa came home, Mekkar
got into trouble again, because it seemed Mekkar was always in trouble. Not
only did he have to clean up the mess he made but also had to fork out a good
chunk of change to buy a new heavy punching bag and it had to be exactly like
the old one. Mekkar had to replace this bag that he just destroyed because his
papa had bought the previous one for everyone in the family to use. It wasn’t
cheap and had to be shipped in because you couldn’t just go and pick one up at
the local store, here in the arctic.
Since Mekkar had no drawing talent whatsoever, he had his
friend Iilvas create a caricature of the national government assigned overseer
of this area. The kids would jokingly refer to him as the imbecile mayor.
Mekkar seemed to think that nobody in the area liked this person, as they
thought of him as a state sponsored arrogant spy who was there to tattle on the
natives, back to officials in the halls of the capital buildings down south.
The locals also saw him as an observer of how to rip-off more of the natural
resources there, as well as get rid of the rest of the remaining native culture
like they having been trying to do for hundreds of years. This, all on behalf
of the state and big business.
Mekkar was correct in thinking that most of his contemporaries
also hated the governor, who was not a native minority and was unable to speak
neither the native language nor the local dialect of this region. They thought
that he was a city slicker and noticed that most of the adults had little
interaction with him and avoided him if they were able due to a lack of trust
of this outsider among the locals.
Well, being kids pranksters to boot, Mekkar and his buddies
decided they would give the governor a little gift. Iilvas drew a picture of
the regal mayor with his head between his legs and up his butt. The locals
would recognize the person who the drawing represented. The special artwork was
then cut out and glued onto the cover of a 1,001 Jokes about … book and
translated into a language so the governor could understand it. Mekkar, along
some others, went up to the mayor’s front door as he was unaware of most of the
local customs, and they left the book in a package box next to the door. Then,
they rang the door bell and ran. Then, they hid themselves nearby so the boys
could observe. They saw him open the door and pickup the package and take it
inside the house. Next, they heard a loud voice ring out a long string of obscenities
from the house.
It took all of their strength to keep the boys bursting out
laughing right then and there. Eventually, when Mekkar and his friends got far
enough away from the house, as to not be discovered, they heartily cracked up.
Supposedly, none of the boys in the posse told anyone else about the prank.
However, the next day in the village the story spread like wildfire in the
sparsely populated area they lived in. Even though it was not a crime, the boys
didn’t want to be revealed and prank perpetrators were never found out. So,
they celebrated among themselves by
getting drunk on one of the hills overlooking the village.
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