Gongwoo, the miniature Pekingese dog, awoke to the pounding of the drums and the shrill of the cymbals. He was delighted to see the start of the parade again and was out of his bed in an instant. As he walked briskly to the edge of the square, he was filled with pride and excitement.
The first few drummers approached the square and the crowd drew closer. Gongwoo watched breathlessly as more and more drummers joined in. Bringing up the rear of the parade were a pair of brave lion dancers, their bright silk costumes glinting in the sunlight.
Gongwoo let out a bark of approval and wagged his tail gleefully. As the parade grew in size and intensity, the crowd began to clap and cheer. The energy of the crowd was infectious and Gongwoo could feel himself being carried away by the joyful cacophony of drums and cymbals.
Suddenly a giant gong was struck and the parade stopped. Gongwoo found himself standing before a huge wooden stage, where two drummers were exchanging frenetic rhythms. The two musicians were having a furious drum-off, and the crowd were enthralled.
Gongwoo was mesmerised. The drummers’ movements were fast and precise, each beat of the drum ringing out like a gunshot. As they continued to exchange drum beats and perform difficult stunts, the crowd cheered louder and louder.
Gongwoo was amazed by the remarkable skill on display. He hadn’t seen anything like it before, and he was overcome with awe and admiration.
The drummers finished their performance to rapturous applause. Gongwoo could feel the excitement and pride emanating from the people around him, and he couldn’t help but join in the cheering.
The energy of the parade was contagious and Gongwoo felt a sudden wave of exhilaration wash over him. He was filled with an intense happiness, and for a few moments he forgot where he was and just enjoyed the moment.
Finally, the parade slowly dispersed, the last of the drummers fading into the distance. Gongwoo watched them disappear with a heavy heart, knowing that this moment of joyous celebration was over.
But as he slowly made his way back home, Gongwoo couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of satisfaction. He had witnessed something truly special, something that he would never forget. With newfound pride he marched steadily towards the horizon, the sound of the drums still ringing in his ears.
As he reached the edge of the town, Gongwoo saw the sun setting beyond the horizon. He stood still and took a deep breath, feeling the peace and beauty of the moment, and smiled.
The sound of the gong was fading in the distance, Gongwoo knew that the celebration had come to an end, but now a new adventure was about to begin.
