You may not believe it, but I went down the mountain to snatch that fair little girl to be the wife of Yazhai.
The little girl who was snatched away from the village stepped on the table, held a red-tasseled gun longer than her in one hand, and plunged it into the table with a clang. My brothers were so frightened that they held their heads and threw themselves under the table.
Bah, what a shame, he has a leopard head and eyes, he is nine feet tall, and he is less courageous than a mouse. He squeezed me out from under the table.
This article is a short story from the perspective of the male protagonist.
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