Say like you tell a story to your kids
clear and a little bit slow speed please
The country is India. A colonial official and his wife are giving a large dinner party.
They are seated with their guests - army officers and government attaches and their wives, and visiting American naturalist - in their specious dining room, which has a bare marble floor, open rafters and wide glass doors opening onto a veranda.
A Spirited discussion springs up between a young girl who insists that women have outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-the sight-of-a-mouse era and a colonel who says that they haven’t
“A woman’s unfailing reaction in any crisis,” the colonel says, “is to scream. And while a man may feel like it, he has that ounce more of nerve control that a woman has. And that last ounce is what counts”
The American does not join in the argument but watches the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, her muscles contracting slightly. With a slight gesture she summons the native boy standing behind her chair and whispers to him. The boy’s eyes widen: he quickly leaves the room.
Of the guests, none except the American notices this or sees the boy place a bowl of milk on the veranda just outside the open doors.
The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing - bait for a snake. He realizes there must be a cobra in the room. He looks up at the rafters- the likeliest place- but they are bare. Three corners of the room are empty, and in the fourth the servants are waiting to serve the next course. There is only one place left - under the table.
His first impulse is to jump back in warn the others, but he knows the commotion would frighten the cobra into striking. He speaks quickly, the tone of his voice so arresting that it sobers everyone.
“ I want to know just what control everyone at this table has. I will count to three hundred- that’s five minutes, and not one of you is move to the muscles. Those who move will forfeit fifty rupees. Ready!”
The twenty people sit like stone images while he counts. He is saying
“... two hundred and eighty…” when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the cobra emerge and make for the bowl of milk. Scream ring out as he jumps to slam the veranda doors safely shut.
“You were right, Colenel !” the host exclaims. “ A man has just shown us an example of perfect control”
“Just a minute,” the American says, turning to his hostess. “Mrs. Wynnes, how did you know that cobra was in the room?”
A faint smile lights up the woman’s face as she replies: “Because it was crawling across my foot”
A couple of sentences felt a little unnatural to me and you can hear me stumble over them.
And while a man may feel like it, he has that ounce more of nerve control that a woman has. And that last ounce is what counts”
And while a man may feel like it, he has an ounce more nerve control than a woman has. And that last ounce is what counts”