Thai Rubbing from the West Wall of the Temple of Wat Po, Bangkok; Hanuman Successfully Catches Two Stones Thrown Simultaneously by Nilabad
While the Sukreep goes off to attend to other business, the two monkeys prepare for work. "I suggest you stand in the water, brother Hanuman," says the sly Nilapat, "while I toss you the rocks from the mainland."
"Fair enough," says Hanuman, "but mind you throw the rocks straight and at reasonable intervals. It's going to be hot work out there."
Nilapat laughs gleefully to himself as he flies to the nearby Himaphan Mountains. "This is going to be fun," he says to himself. On the side of the mountain he gathers together a pile of rocks the size of small pavilions. "Ready?" he shouts to Hanuman, who is standing out in the water. "Let's begin." And he takes rocks and throws them across to the Son of the Wind, at first at a reasonable speed, but gradually faster and faster and closer and closer together, so that Hanuman has to work at furious speed to keep himself from being buried beneath them. Even though he can use both hands independently of each other, plucking the rocks out of the air and placing them in position on the seabed, his pelt is soaked with sweat by the time Nilapat has run through his supply. "You'll be needing a rest, I suppose," shouts Nilapat maliciously. "Not in the least," Hanuman bawls back. "Just let's change places and I'll be ready to continue immediately." But to himself he growls, "And then we'll see about playing games."
