Scary Folklore
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This is not original, I merely did a translation of it.
Hope you'll enjoy it.
Scary Folklore
There once rested a village, away from modern society, had its own culture and virtue.
A young beautiful news reporter decided to visit this village to write about its tranquilizing life style.
She found an old man sitting outside of a house with a long white beard and smoking a bag pipe.
She asked the old man a question.
“What is the happiest experience you ever had living in such a small isolated village?” asked the reporter.
The old man replied with a smile.
“Once upon a time in a winter, a villager’s sheep was lost in the mountain, so we went looking for it.”
Reporter thought “what’s so interesting about looking for a lost sheep?” but decided not to interrupt him.
“We looked and looked, and finally we found the sheep, but by then it was late at night and started to snow. So we decided to camp at the spot,” said the old man, paused and continued
“While waiting, we were bored. There was nothing else to do. So we all got up and raped the sheep. It was awesome.”
“You what?! Ahem, excuse me?” said the reporter.
“There was another time, also in a winter, a villager’s daughter in law got lost in the mountain, so we went looking for her,” continued the old man.
“We looked and looked, and finally we found her, but by then it was late at night and started to snow. So we decided to camp at the spot,” said the old man, paused and continued
“While waiting, we were bored. There was nothing else to do. So we all got up and raped the villager's daughter in law. Ha, of course, don't ask me how awesome it was.”
Felt awkward by the conversation, the reporter wanted to switch the subject to something else, so she asked
“Then what about, what is the scariest experience you ever had?”
Suddenly, the old man dropped his smoking bag pipe onto the floor, twitching uncontrollably, staring intensively into the distance. Then tears came out of his dark eyes. He slowly picked up his smoking bag pipe and slowly put it into his mouth to inhale a smoke. Finally, after he regained his calm and breathed out a silk of smoke, he said
“There was one time, I got lost in the mountain......”
Hope you'll enjoy it.
Scary Folklore
There once rested a village, away from modern society, had its own culture and virtue.
A young beautiful news reporter decided to visit this village to write about its tranquilizing life style.
She found an old man sitting outside of a house with a long white beard and smoking a bag pipe.
She asked the old man a question.
“What is the happiest experience you ever had living in such a small isolated village?” asked the reporter.
The old man replied with a smile.
“Once upon a time in a winter, a villager’s sheep was lost in the mountain, so we went looking for it.”
Reporter thought “what’s so interesting about looking for a lost sheep?” but decided not to interrupt him.
“We looked and looked, and finally we found the sheep, but by then it was late at night and started to snow. So we decided to camp at the spot,” said the old man, paused and continued
“While waiting, we were bored. There was nothing else to do. So we all got up and raped the sheep. It was awesome.”
“You what?! Ahem, excuse me?” said the reporter.
“There was another time, also in a winter, a villager’s daughter in law got lost in the mountain, so we went looking for her,” continued the old man.
“We looked and looked, and finally we found her, but by then it was late at night and started to snow. So we decided to camp at the spot,” said the old man, paused and continued
“While waiting, we were bored. There was nothing else to do. So we all got up and raped the villager's daughter in law. Ha, of course, don't ask me how awesome it was.”
Felt awkward by the conversation, the reporter wanted to switch the subject to something else, so she asked
“Then what about, what is the scariest experience you ever had?”
Suddenly, the old man dropped his smoking bag pipe onto the floor, twitching uncontrollably, staring intensively into the distance. Then tears came out of his dark eyes. He slowly picked up his smoking bag pipe and slowly put it into his mouth to inhale a smoke. Finally, after he regained his calm and breathed out a silk of smoke, he said
“There was one time, I got lost in the mountain......”
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I lol'd hard.
Your translation is a little clumsy (villages don't live etc) but this is funny so I don't really care about the awkward wording.
Your translation is a little clumsy (villages don't live etc) but this is funny so I don't really care about the awkward wording.
