A/N: Written years ago. Short and immature. Just the way we like it.
The Story of Pinky Fuman
In the days when the Wild West was close to being tamed, there were many events on the trail to civilization of the area. This gripping occurrence took place in the early 1870's, near a thriving little town where a stretch of railroad was scheduled to be positioned.
It was a day in which you would open your eyes to greet the sunshine, and want to close them again. In spite of the weather, there was still work to be done on the railroad. The individuals who were hired to work on the Pacific Railway assembly were a hardy bunch, who were mainly Chinese. Although they loved their work and took pride in every bit of it, they would not give up their traditions of drinking hot tea, braiding their long manes, and practicing Pinky Fu, a form of marshal arts in which leverage was more important than brute strength.
It just so happens that on this dreary day, the workers came upon a large mountain, which they were required to drill a tunnel through. They unenthusiastically approached the mountain, hammers and drills in hand, and started excavating the tunnel. Much to their delight it was soft limestone, which was easy to sever.
One man on the crew of workers was small, and rather alienated from the rest of his associates. This man's name was Pinky Woo. No one else on the crew besides him knew it, but he was an expert in the art of Pinky Fu. In China, his home country, he was called Pinky Fuman because of his heroic deeds performed anonymously using Pinky Fu.
Unlike most masters, he was true to the name of Pinky Fu, and used only his pinky to prevail in perilous situations. Unknown to the crew of workers, the soft limestone consistency of the mountain was both helpful and hindering. The reason for this is that, although limestone is easy to cut through, it is dangerously crumbly and, at the smallest disturbance, will cave in, crushing anyone or anything that is under it.
This was an exceptionally bad day to be tunneling through soft limestone because the rain made it even weaker. As the crew of diggers made their way to the heart of the mountain, they heard a soft rumbling noise and felt the ground shake under their feet. Then, they saw the walls of the cavern shake, and bits of sediment were being shaken off of the walls in chunks the size of a small boulder.
At this time, Pinky Woo decided that keeping his identity secret wasn't worth his life and the life of the other workers, and instantly transformed by the art of the Fu into Pinky Fuman!
He then held the tunnel up using only his pinky and directed the other workers to retrieve wooden planks from town to use as support beams for the tunnel. When the support beams had been constructed, the supervisor was so grateful to Pinky Woo that he gave all of the workers a week off of work.
When they returned the next week, they found the rock more stable and burrowed until they saw the light of the sun. At the end of the tunnel there were the wives and children of the workers to greet them and the rainbow in the sky stretched all the way to China.
The Story of Pinky Fuman
In the days when the Wild West was close to being tamed, there were many events on the trail to civilization of the area. This gripping occurrence took place in the early 1870's, near a thriving little town where a stretch of railroad was scheduled to be positioned.
It was a day in which you would open your eyes to greet the sunshine, and want to close them again. In spite of the weather, there was still work to be done on the railroad. The individuals who were hired to work on the Pacific Railway assembly were a hardy bunch, who were mainly Chinese. Although they loved their work and took pride in every bit of it, they would not give up their traditions of drinking hot tea, braiding their long manes, and practicing Pinky Fu, a form of marshal arts in which leverage was more important than brute strength.
It just so happens that on this dreary day, the workers came upon a large mountain, which they were required to drill a tunnel through. They unenthusiastically approached the mountain, hammers and drills in hand, and started excavating the tunnel. Much to their delight it was soft limestone, which was easy to sever.
One man on the crew of workers was small, and rather alienated from the rest of his associates. This man's name was Pinky Woo. No one else on the crew besides him knew it, but he was an expert in the art of Pinky Fu. In China, his home country, he was called Pinky Fuman because of his heroic deeds performed anonymously using Pinky Fu.
Unlike most masters, he was true to the name of Pinky Fu, and used only his pinky to prevail in perilous situations. Unknown to the crew of workers, the soft limestone consistency of the mountain was both helpful and hindering. The reason for this is that, although limestone is easy to cut through, it is dangerously crumbly and, at the smallest disturbance, will cave in, crushing anyone or anything that is under it.
This was an exceptionally bad day to be tunneling through soft limestone because the rain made it even weaker. As the crew of diggers made their way to the heart of the mountain, they heard a soft rumbling noise and felt the ground shake under their feet. Then, they saw the walls of the cavern shake, and bits of sediment were being shaken off of the walls in chunks the size of a small boulder.
At this time, Pinky Woo decided that keeping his identity secret wasn't worth his life and the life of the other workers, and instantly transformed by the art of the Fu into Pinky Fuman!
He then held the tunnel up using only his pinky and directed the other workers to retrieve wooden planks from town to use as support beams for the tunnel. When the support beams had been constructed, the supervisor was so grateful to Pinky Woo that he gave all of the workers a week off of work.
When they returned the next week, they found the rock more stable and burrowed until they saw the light of the sun. At the end of the tunnel there were the wives and children of the workers to greet them and the rainbow in the sky stretched all the way to China.