long ago, there lived a kindhearted man with a huge wen on his face.
one day, the old man was cutting wood and it became dark.
"oh, it's so late."
the old man hurried down the mountain.
however it was too dark, the old man couldn't see.
"oh, dear. oh there is an empty house. i'd better rest there until it gets light."
the old man went into the empty house and waited for the day to come.
but the house was so spooky and the old man was scared.
"i might feel better if i sing a song."
the old man began to sing to chase away his fear.
suddenly, some goblins appeared and began to dance to the old man's song.
the old man was surprised and stopped singing.
the goblins approached and ask the old man.
"what's the reason you sing so well? do the songs come from that wen?"
the old man was scared. "oh, no, i just..."
"it's no use lying. i'll give you my club, sell your wen."
the goblins struck their clubs, and took the old man's wen.
they give the old man their club, and went off with the old man's wen.
the old man had gotten rid of his wen and received the goblins' club.
he returned happily.
he became rich because of the magic club.
a mean old man with a wen in the neighboring village heard about this.
"hm...i ought to sell my wen and get rich, too."
the mean old man went to the empty house in the woods and began singing.
the goblins finally appeared. the old man approached them and told them.
"ha ha, this wen is a song pouch. will you exchange it with your club?"
the goblins glared at the old man and said.
"what? songs come from this wen? you dare to trick us? take this."
the goblins place another wen on the old man's cheek.
children laughed the mean old man who ended up with another wen on his face.
很久以前,有住一个善良的男人与一个巨大的文在他的脸上. 1天,老头被切割木材和它成为黑暗. “哦,它是这么晚了.” 老头急忙下来的山. 但它是太暗,老人没有看到. “哦,亲爱的,哦,还有一个空房子,我会更好的休息,直到天亮.”, 老头走进空荡荡的房子里,等待那一天的到来. 但房子如此怪异的老头被吓得. “我可能会感觉更好,如果我唱的一首歌.” 老头开始到唱歌到追远的他的恐惧. 突然,一些小妖精出现,并开始以跳舞老头的歌曲 的老人感到惊讶,并停止歌唱. 地精们接触,并要求老头. “你唱得这么好是什么原因吗?从该文的歌曲来吗?” 老人被吓坏了.“哦,不,我只是.” “ 这是没有用的躺在我给你我的俱乐部,推销自己的文.” 小妖精袭击他们的俱乐部,并把老人的文. 他们给老人俱乐部,并去关,老人的文. 老头已经得到了摆脱他的文和收到的妖精“俱乐部. 他返回愉快. 他变得丰富,因为的魔术俱乐部. 一个平均的老男人与阿文在邻村听到这个消息. “嗯.我应该卖掉我的文致富,太”. 的平均老人在树林里空荡荡的房子里,开始唱歌. 地精终于出现了.老人走近他们,并告诉他们, “哈哈,这文是一首歌袋,你会交换它与你的俱乐部吗?” 的哥布林老头瞪了说. “什么?歌曲来自这个文?你敢欺骗我们?这一点.“ 小妖精上放置另一个文,老人的脸颊, 孩子们笑的老人平均另一结束了在他的脸上.