The rest was almost over, and the big man began to march again.

"if the mud doesn't move, just tell me about the mud. Let's see the mud."

it took me a long time to react. Finally, the big man said to recite me. I learned his voice and said, "no need to use mud shells."

the big man laughs, "mud and amount." Seeing a slap on my head again, I dodged and said, "big man, I'm wrong. I'm wrong. I'll never learn from you again."

he took his hand back with satisfaction. "I don't know about the swelling. I always feel the mud is weak and dripping."

I have...