Every day was the same, she chased birds, wove cloth and her singing kept humming along with the stream. She did not know that there was a young man, the son of the Mud God of this place, who had heard her beautiful singing voice and was looking for her. He stood next to a large tree nearby listening to every word and voice of her singing. Every day he went there to listen to her singing. Then one day, he went straight to the hut to meet the girl and asked to get to know her. Although they had just met at first, they both felt close to each other for a long time, they could not be apart. Every day they made an appointment to meet each other at the small hut. The singing and the sound of the stream were like a bridge connecting the shore of love and happiness of the boy and the girl that the wild birds here sang in praise. Every time the girl came to the hut, she would just knock three times on the loom and immediately the young man would appear from the mud, step up and talk to her. The two of them were so familiar with each other that they could not leave each other for a single day.
At that time, all the young men in the village wanted to marry the girl who sang well and weaved brocades well. But she did not like anyone, because in her heart there was no place for her other than the son of the Mud God, and no one understood why she refused all the young men in the village. There was a man who loved her very much but did not know what to do. He also secretly followed her to the fields and saw the girl and some young man sitting together affectionately. The young man showed his jealousy, became jealous, ran straight back to the village, then went to the girl's house, and made up a story with the girl's parents:
- Last night, I had a bad dream about your daughter. She was attacked by a big ghost while she was weaving in the field. You must pray to the gods and invite a priest to exorcise her and not let her go to the field anymore.
The girl's parents were so frightened when they heard this that they told her to stay home the next day, not allowing her to go to the fields anymore and invited a shaman to help her with her bad luck. The girl was not allowed to go to the fields, could not meet her lover, so she did not eat or drink, withered away and became ill. Meanwhile, the man who made up the story went to the girl's watchtower and knocked three times on the loom. The boy, the son of the Mud God, heard the familiar knocking sound and thought it was his lover, so he appeared. He sneaked up from behind and slashed the Mud God's son with a knife, then he dragged the boy's corpse and drowned it in the mud. After finishing, he calmly went home to eat and drink.
The next day, the girl sneaked out of her parents' house to go to the field to meet her lover. She knocked three times on the loom but her lover did not appear. Knowing that something was wrong, the girl covered her face and cried and returned home. She was so sad that she did not want to eat or drink, and then fell ill, getting worse every day.
Two months later, she became pregnant. Her parents questioned her but she did not say who she was pregnant with. According to customary law, an unmarried girl who became pregnant had to go to a place far from the village to give birth. Her parents chased her out to a hut in the fields to give birth. She had abdominal pain for seven days and seven nights and then gave birth to a large sac. The sac burst and inside were countless leeches, big and small, swarming into the mud. The girl was terrified and jumped into the mud, and died there. The leeches multiplied into thousands, tens of thousands in the mud in front of Bon Bu Prâng.
Because there were too many leeches, people changed the name of Bon Bu Prâng to Bon Ktah (Bon Dia), now in Quang Phu commune, Krong No district, Dak Nong province.
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