Once upon a time there was a beautiful country called Nepal ...beautiful mountains, green trees, happy farmers, love in the mountains, careless songs, naive rugged people, who thought nothing but living each day to the fullest.. Then came some bright people who went to school and then saw the rest of the world of materialsim, Girija Ghale wanted to be as rich as Laloo prasad, Murkha Gyane started rolling on expensive cocaine, One by one they started selling all the beauties of Nepal from trees to people and even sold their daughters across to Bombay for extra money.. Suddenly shepherd Prachandey felt left out form sharing the pie..He was so scared to steal it himself that he cut his sheep one by one by one in order to lure Girija or Gyane.to get what they had. Even after eating all the momma sheep and papa sheep, Gyane and Giri thought of having the baby sheep, to make extra meatloafs for dinner especially to invite frens like Laloo and Kalloo.. One fine day Joan of Jumla thought this was going to kill all her baby sheeps that she loved so much..Finally she called Gyane Giri and prachadey for a nice buffet and shot them dead..the bay sheep were finally secured and at peace Once again in our little country, flowers bloomed, birds started chirping, there was love in the air and hushpuppy got a nice little fireplace by her little rug where she spent her days happily ever after..