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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.