Long ago,there lived a kindhearded man with a huge wen on his face.
One day, the old man was catting 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 day to come.
But the house was 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 stoped singing.
The golbins approached and asked the old man.
"What is 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 lyling I will give you my club,sell your wen."
The goblins struck their clubs and took the old man's wen.
They gave 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 an 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 placed another wen on the old man's cheek.
Children laughed at the mean old man who ended up with another wen on his face.