Southern folk tale about his ironically (e. Satun), he ironically located Andaman coast. House for Ma and me Thung Bu back Thung Wa District Steep hills A magnificent natural beauty A Buddhist monasteries and mosques For practice of Thailand Thailand and the Muslim mountain. Legend has it come with grandparents, two people are Buddhists. Populate the purple house Kantang, Trang has one son is a good person to look one day a merchant ship of foreign goods sold Trang port and three people to watch ads while watching it. Mr. Barque had seen his grandparents love and compassion. We adopted Two grandparents took his son to see because it is comfortable. Mr. Barque sell out, so the boat is ready for adoption. It sells its products to various wealthy millionaires. The boys used to raise a happy pile of money pile of gold and forget the misses two grandparents did not return home for a long time. Tuition books to the well And having grown up and married the daughter of Mr. Barque. Cohabit happily sides wife misses her father. Beats to Husband evaded several times But Badger's wife can not bear. The advance party sent to two grandparents, two grandparents, the news was very happy. Neighbours Say Kin to know the accepted Near enough time to go Two grandparents kill one when it's time to entertain his son back. The couple brought their ships dock landing Trang. Send a crew to investigate whether or not two grandparents. So I go up to my wife The son saw two poor grandmother was not recognized as parents. Then turn back And the grandmother tried to pull the ball left arm. Son struggling not escape I was very upset with that curse. If you already own son Do not give out the possibility. The flop numerous but do not forget to put a pig roast at the brig as the community busy. Big storm blows It cracked bark Scattered belongings floating in the sea The patriarch said. Brig become an island vessel Stone anchors, anchor punch line (turban Muslim) institutions mountainous island pig roast. Measures used in ship Enter a cleave mountains are mountains, mountains, ironically 70 years ago when one monk from Phatthalung embroidered reduce and building monasteries and statues into one.
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