An inebriated instant star!

Dinner time was over so I decided to take a walk along the subdivision under the gleaming stars and glistening moon.

A scenario caught my attention.
A drunk man stood still in a spot just beside the power post.
He held a sharp metal object that is usually used for cutting towering grown grass--Scythe, I suppose.
Out of nowhere, he shouted words same sort of those that Harry speaks in Parselmouth.
Sooner, perhaps 10 meters away, people flock around this man who went eagerly hitting the ground and the post.
So, I squeezed my way through the chattering crowd and asked them what was going on.
A middle old aged woman told me that the man who made a scene, demanded a few words with his brother-in-law, who is a sergeant.
The man threatened us that he would get anybody off his head if the sergeant would not come.

Minutes later, the baranggay tanods came with their wooden batuta and spoke to the man while observing distances enough to spare themselves from being headless patrolmen. The drunk man refused to listen and still went demanding.

A man riding on a big bike stopped and advanced to the drunk man causing the latter to raise his hand that held the grass-cutter. It was the sergeant. The people watching the scene got nervous and some of them let out squeals, high pitched enough that they almost caused my eardrums to break.

While the people were getting anxious, I was enjoying the thrills and surprises of the commotion.

The sergeant grabbed a gun from his side and pointed it to drunk man's direction and muttered some dialogs.

Surprisingly, the drunk man put down the sharp thing he held right away and threw his arms around the sergeant's middle and hugged him tightly.

And they lived happily ever after.