2018.09.22

It's Saturday.

Six Sai Fong

Mario took the IRT local subway downtown. He held the matchbox up at the level of his chest so he cricket could see out. This was the first time Chester had been able to watch where he was going on the subway. The last time he had been buried under roast beef sandwiches. He hung out of the box, gazing up and down the car. Chester was a curious cricket, and as long as he was here in New York, he meant to see as much as he could. He was staring at an old lady wearing a straw hat, wondering if the flowers on it were real, and if they were what they would taste like, when the train lurched to a halt. Like most people who first ride the subway, Chester wasn't used to the abrupt stops. He toppled out of the matchbox into Mario's lap. The boy picked him up again. "You've got to be careful," he said, putting his finger over the open end of the box so there was just enough room for Chester to poke his head out. At the Canal Street stop Mario got off and walked over several blocks to Chinatown. Chester craned his head out as far as he could to get his first look at New York by day. The buildings in this part of town weren't nearly as high as they were in Times Square, but they were still high enough to make Chester Cricket feel very small. In Chinatown, as Papa had said, all the shops were closed. Mario walked up and down the narrow, curving streets, zigzagging across them so he could look in the painted red and green, but the spire was golden. At one side was a gate with a tiny latch on it. Mario wanted to own the cage so much that he tingled all over. But it looked awfully expensive. Sai Fong held up the first finger of his right hand and said solemnly, "This very ancient cricket cage. One cricket who belonged to Emperor of all China lived in this cage. You know story of first cricket?" "No, sir," said Mario. "Very good," said Sai Fong. "I tell." He set the cage down and took the clay pipe out of his pocket. When it was lit and a thread of smoke was curling up from the bowl, he used the pipe to emphasize what he said, drawing little designs, like Chinese writing, in the air. "Long ago, in beginning of time, were no crickets. But was very wise man, who knew all things. This man had name Hsi Shuai and spoke only truth. All secrets were open to him. He knew thoughts of animals and men, he knew desire of flower and tree, he knew destiny of sun and stars. Entire world was single page for him to read. And high gods who lived in palace at summit of heaven loved Hsi Shuai because of truth he spoke."Now from many lands came men to hear their fate from Hsi Shuai. To one he say, 'You very good man. Live long as cedar tree on mountainside.' To other he say, 'You wicked man-die soon. Goodbye.' But to all men Hsi Shuai speak only truth. Of course wicked men most unhappy when hear what Hsi Shuai say. They think, 'I wicked man-now everyone know how wicked I am.' So all together wicked men decide to kill Hsi Shuai. Hsi Shuai know very well they want kill him-he know everything-but he not care. Within his heart, like smell of sweetness within lotus blossom, Hsi Shuai have peace. And so he wait." But high gods, who live in palace at summit of heaven, would not let Hsi Shuai be killed. More precious to them than kings was this one man who spoke only truth. So when wicked men raise swords above Hsi Shuai, high gods change him into cricket. And man who spoke only truth and knew all things now sings songs that no man understands and all men love. But high gods understand, and smile. For to them beautiful song of cricket is song of one who still speaks truth and knows all things." Sai Fong stopped speaking and smoked his pipe silently. Mario sat still too, looking at the cricket cage. He was thinking about the story and how much he wanted the cage. In his matchbox Chester Cricket had listened carefully. He was very touched by the tale of Hsi Shuai. Of course he couldn't tell if it was true, but he sort of believed it, because he personally had always thought that there was more to his song than just chirping. As usual when he didn't know what else to do, he rubbed one wing across the other. A single clear note sounded in the shop. Sai Fong lifted his head. A smile curled up the ends of his ancient lips. "Ah so," he whispered." Cricket has understood. "He puffed a few more times. Mario wanted to ask him how much the cage cost, but he was afraid to. "Because this cricket so remarkable," said Sai Fong," I sell the cage for fifteen cents." Mario sighed with relief. He could afford that. In his pocket he found a nickel and a dime, all that was left of his weekly allowance, which was a quarter. "I'll take it, Mr. Fong," he said and handed Sai Fong the money. 'l also make present free," said Sai Fong. He went behind the counter and took a little bell, no bigger than a honeybee, out of a drawer. With a piece of thread he hung it up inside the cage. Mario put Chester into the cage. The cricket jumped up and knocked against the bell. It tinkled faintly. "Sound like littlest bell in Silver Temple, far off up Yangtse River," said Sai Fong. Mario thanked him for the bell and the story and everything. As he was about to leave the shop, Sai Fong said, "You want Chinese fortune cookie?" "I guess so," said Mario. "I never had one." Sai Fong took down a can from the shelf. It was full of fortune cookies-thin wafers that had been folded so there was an air space in each one. Mario bit into a cookie and found a piece of paper inside. He read what it said out loud : GOOD LUCK IS COMING YOUR WAY. BE READY. "Ha He!" laughed Sai Fong-two high notes of joy. "Very good advice. You go now. Always be ready for happiness. Goodbye."