If the notion of peddling potions fails to appeal, but you would still like to be surrounded by eager crowds - then consider the advantages of becoming a professional gambler.
To launch into this career you need nothing but luck. Leaning heavily on luck, a few lucky bets on the card games, a couple of wins at the cockfights, and you too could be strolling down the street, blithely swinging your very own fighting cock in its bell-shaped wicker cage in one hand, your case of razor-sharp spurs clutched firmly in the other.
True, a fighting cock tends to be rather accident prone. And how not? Because while you are lashing a lethal 6" spur on to your bird's leg, your opponent is likewise arming his warrior. Even the application of fiery chilli paste under his tail feathers before thrusting him into the ring, is no guarantee that this rude boost to his morale will make him the victor. One well-aimed slash from his rival's spur and your gallant gladiator is just a twitching bundle of feathers in the dust.

Well might the cautious gambler be advised to shun the glamour of cockfighting and concentrate on crickets.

Fighting crickets come free - so long as you know where to look for them - they also clock up smaller feed bills. However, before swinging recklessly to the cricket circuit - consider the diet your cricket will need.

To attain full fighting strength, it must be fed a magic formul, made from the following receipe:

Take a snake or a lizard - not just any old snake or lizard, mark you - but one killed fighting on a special lucky day (there are about only three such magic days in each year). Go alone to the cemetery at midnight, burn the body and collect the ashes. Store these carefully in a glass jar. Mix a pinch of this powder with