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Our subject today is the news item concerning the bull that inadvertently fell into a pothole in Gorusinghe Municipality. Despite heroic efforts of onlookers providing unsolicited advice to extricate the ox, it took all day because rescuing bulls from the Melamchi Trench is easier said than done — the law of gravity was just insurmountable.
A bulldozer (so named for its ability to dredge bulls) was finally able to winch the animal out of the hole that he had got himself into.
Officials from the Department of Roads and Craters said Wednesday’s incident had proven beyond reasonable doubt that the dimensions of Kathmandu’s potholes are now ISO9002 certified: “Our potholes used to be of substandard size, but we now know a city bus can easily fall into one of our bullholes.”
The Metropolitan Traffic Police, meanwhile, has converted the problem of the sudden increase in the bovine population of Kathmandu’s streets into a solution by turning bullocks into traffic islands.
Cows henceforth are required to cross at zebras, even if it means falling into bullholes.