When Srowa Srimamur was perched in the for of a tree with a broad cover of  leaves, seventeen  young girls paddled  a boat beneath. They had tied a piece of red material around their heads to add to the sweetness of their appearance. Their boat was decorated with white oyster shells. The blend of red and white looked harmonious and beautiful. So  moved was the young Srowa Srimammur that he  began to sing an  enchantingly sad song in which he longed for a young girlfriend. His voice.

Beautiful! And one of the young virgins in the boat fell immediately in love with Srowa Srimamur, so moved by the sweetness of his voice and even more bedazzled by the handsomeness of his face as he sang. However, she  did not know that the thick leafy tree hid the body of  a snake.          

    The maidens with their red headdresses and their boat decorated in white shell moved smoothly off into the distance, so that only the blend of red and white could be seen. They were beautiful colours which made a strong impression upon Srowa Srimamur. He was so fascinated by the maidens that he lost his  grip upon the tree and fell. Quite by accident he felt into a large sea shell, which had opened up wide in search of a victim. As soon as  he fell in the two wings of the shell  snapped shut and he was trapped.

    The seventeen young girls in red with their boat decorated  with white shell arrived at their home. One  of them told her friends that she was very attracted to the handsome young man who serenaded them from the tree by the bay, and that she wanted to become his wife. So they all decided that they would try to find the young man's house. Off they went to their neighbours, nineteen in number, who produced sago, but because they had gone away for a while, the girls had to postpone their ploy.

    At that particular moment the nineteen sago farmers were pounding sago in the swamps near the bay. As the afternoon  drew to  a close, they turned for home, and quite by chance passed through the bay in which the large shell holding Srowa Srimamur captive lay. What  a lucky day it was for them, for they found the large shell, which would make a tasty dish for dinner.

    When they got home, they opened the shell and were all ready cut up the flesh inside, but Srowa Srimamur begged them not to slaugter him. The nineteen sago farmers paid no attention to Srowa Srimamur  thinking that he was actually the animal   whose shell they had found. So they slit his throat  and cooked him up, all together. But  guess what happened! All nineteen sago farmers fell spread-eagled on the ground and died.

    Srowa  Srimamur's mother arrived home sad and worried because his son  had apparently not managed to get home. She went looking for him all over the place, and found the seventeen young maidens in red, who were also out searching. Together they set off for the home of the nineteen sago farmers. But there they found insteat nineteen  bodies  scattered about, along with  a cooking pot still steaming. How  horrifying it was to peek inside and find Srowa Srimamur's head still bobbing up and down in the soup inside the pot! Srowa Srimamur's mother was absolutely stunned. she screamed in sorrow and fainted on the spot. the poor maiden who had fallen in love with srowa srimamur could no longer hold back the flood of