Hablu was a man of simple means but high ambitions. Living in a remote village, he hated being called "old-fashioned." He wanted everything in his life to be high-tech. The problem? He lived in a hut and his only asset was a donkey named Rocket.
Now, Rocket was the polar opposite of his name. If laziness were an Olympic sport, Rocket would have won gold, silver, and bronze. If Hablu put a sack of grain on his back, Rocket would walk three steps and then freeze like a broken computer.
Chapter 1:
The Marketing Genius
One fine morning, Hablu ran out of money. He decided to sell Rocket, but he knew nobody would buy a lazy donkey. So, he took a bucket of blue paint, painted a "Wi-Fi" symbol on the donkey's back, and took him to the village market.
He stood on a wooden crate and shouted, "Come one, come all! Buy the world's first Digital Donkey! He doesn't just carry loads; he calculates, predicts the weather, and runs on Artificial Intelligence!"
The village Headman (Morol) was a man who loved showing off. He pushed through the crowd.
"Hablu, you're a liar! How can a donkey have AI?"
Hablu smiled mysteriously. "Sir, his brain is connected to the 'Grass-Cloud.' Ask him any math problem."
The Morol sneered. "Okay, Rocket. What is three plus three?"
Hablu whispered in Rocket's ear, "Listen, you lazy beast. If you don't move, I'll sell you to the butcher." Rocket, terrified, stomped his hoof exactly six times on the ground.
The crowd gasped. The Morol's eyes went wide. "He... he actually did it! How much for this genius?"
Hablu wiped a fake tear. "I shouldn't sell him for less than 50,000 taka, but for you, sir, just 30,000." The Morol paid immediately and led Rocket away, dreaming of winning math competitions.
Chapter 2:
The System Crash
The next morning, the Morol invited the entire village to his courtyard to see the "Digital Donkey" in action. He wanted Rocket to calculate his annual taxes.
"Rocket, pay attention!" the Morol barked. "If I have ten cows and I sell four, how many are left?"
Rocket was busy staring at a fly. He didn't move. The Morol poked him with a stick. Rocket, annoyed by the "user interface," decided he had had enough. Instead of stomping his hoof, he let out a deafening "Hee-Haw!" and delivered a powerful double-kick right into the Morol's stomach.
The Morol flew backward into a pile of hay. The villagers burst into laughter.
"It seems your computer has a virus, Morol Saheb!" someone shouted.
Chapter 3:
Troubleshooting with Hablu
Furious and clutching his stomach, the Morol dragged the donkey back to Hablu's house.
"You cheated me! This donkey isn't digital; he's a weapon of mass destruction! He kicked me!"
Hablu looked at the donkey, then at the Morol, and sighed deeply. "Oh no, Morol Saheb. Did you forget to update the software?"
"Software? What are you talking about?" the Morol screamed.
"See," Hablu explained calmly, "this is a high-end model. It requires a 'Subscription Fee' every morning. Did you feed him the Premium Package (honey and expensive nuts) or the Basic Package (dry straw)?"
The Morol blinked. "I... I gave him old straw."
Hablu slapped his forehead. "There's your problem! You tried to run heavy software on a low battery. When the battery is low, the 'Kick-Protocol' is automatically activated to protect the system. It's a security feature!"
The Morol felt foolish. "So... if I give him honey, he will work?"
"Absolutely," Hablu lied with a straight face. "And make sure you stand directly behind him while asking questions—that's where the signal is strongest."
Chapter 4:
The Final Logout
The Morol went home and fed Rocket a bucket of expensive molasses and honey. Then, remembering Hablu's advice about the "signal," he stood right behind Rocket's hind legs.
"Rocket," the Morol whispered, "what is five times five?"
Rocket, fueled by the sugar rush and feeling a bit gassy from the molasses, let out a thunderous "back-fire" (a giant fart) right in the Morol's face. The force was so sudden that the Morol fell face-first into the mud.
That was the last straw. The Morol realized there was no Wi-Fi, no AI, and certainly no "Grass-Cloud." By the time he cleaned his face and grabbed a stick to find Hablu, Hablu had already boarded a bus to the city, leaving a note on his door:
"Dear Morol Saheb, Technology is great, but common sense is better. Rocket isn't digital—he's just a donkey who likes honey. Keep him as a souvenir of our 'business' deal!"