Spoon and Fork

A loud ring from an old cooking gas tank repurposed as a bell could mean two things in my town. One, it could signal an upcoming mass, notifying everyone in the village. Or, it could be a warning—they are here. The law enforcers. The feared ones. Anytime, anywhere, whenever food is involved, they are there—enforcing, waiting for someone to break the law. And how? By eating with your hands. Accompanied by their dogs, able to sniff out even the tiniest food scraps on someone's hands. equipped with metal batons, and cuffs tight enough to bruise the wrists of those who dare to break the law. Where’s the spoon? Where’s the fork? Do you have any idea how impossibly hard it is to eat with a spoon and fork on a banana leaf!? And we’re having soup too!