Kampong folks' response to the discovery of a rat is completely different from the heartlanders.
I remember when I was a kid growing up in a kampong, whenever a rat is sighted, he whole kampong would come alive with shouts of "There's a rat!"
Boys and men sprung into action with sticks and what-have-yous calling out, "Where, where, where is it now?"
The search was on and all possible escape routes sealed.
Almost all the time, the poor rat will be caught and its life terminated. The size of the rat is their trophy.
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