Once upon a time,
there lived a kind old man who had a large lump on his right cheek.
The old man's lump was larger than a fist.
It swayed and bounced as he tilled his field.
If only I could get rid of this lump!
The old man decided to go to a shrine deep in the forest to pray for the lump to be removed.
I know! I'll ask that other old man to go with me!
There was another old man living in the village who also had a lump.
He was a mean old man with a lump on his left cheek.
The kind old man went to the mean old man's house to ask him to go with him to the shrine.
Hey! Let's go together to pray!
I don't want to! It won't do any good, anyway.
I'd rather take a nap!
In the end, the kind old man went all along to the shrine in the forest.
Please, oh gods, remove my lump...
Forgetting all about the time, the old man prayed with all his might.
Night fell.
The kind old man, who had been praying so hard, began to doze.
Then suddenly...
Delightful music began to play outside the shrine.
What's that sound?
The cheerful music grew louder and louder.
Tonight's our banquet! Time to sing and dance!
A band of ogres were outside, drinking wine, eating snacks, and dancing at a great banquet.
Hey, that looks like a lot of fun! Ha ha!
The kind old man loved to dance.
As he watched it the ogres enjoying their party, he got the urge to dance himself.
The ogres' party grew more and more festive.
The kind old man just couldn't keep his feet from moving!
Oh, I just can't help myself!
What's this human doing here? Shall we eat him as a snack?
No, wait! His dancing is great!
This is great! The old man's a good dancer!
The kind old man joined in the party, dancing with the ogres.
Finally, the banquet came to an end.
The kind old man said goodbye to the ogres and bowed his head in thanks.
That was a good show indeed!
To reward you, we'll remove that lump for you.
It just gets in the way!
The ogre gave a tug, and the lump came right off!
It's gone!
The kind old man was delighted and thanked the ogres many times.
The lump is gone! The lump is gone!
What?
All you had to do was dance, and they removed your lump for you?
The kind old man told the mean old man all about what had happened with the ogres.
I didn't know overs could be so kind!
If that's the case, maybe I should so my self!
The mean old man walked to the shrine deep in the forest.
Why bother praying?
The ogres are sure to come anyway when night falls!
The mean old man went to sleep, snoring loudly.
Night came, and the music of the began.
So! They're fibally here!
The ogres' music grew louder and louder,
All right, now!
The mean old man was excited to see the ogres he had waited so long to meet.
He had once been afraid of the terrifying ogres, but not anymore!
Hey! Who are you?
Well, well, my dear ogres! I've been waiting for you!
The ogre stared and glared at the mean old man.
Hey! You've got a lump, too!
That must mean you're a good dancer, too!
The ogres began playing their flute and drums.
If you're a good dancer, we'll reward you well!
You call that dancing?
Pretty good, aren't I?
The angry ogres took the lump they had removed from the kind old man the previous night
and attached it to the mean old man's right cheek.
Now the mean old man had two lumps one on his right cheek, and one on his left!
And from that day on, the ogres never appeared again at the shrine deep in the forest.