پنج تا انگشت بودند، یکیشون خر بود، یکیشون گاو بود، یکیشون اسب بود، یکیشون شتر بود و یکیشون سگ بود. اول همه انگشتها با هم اختلاف داشتند اما بعد با هم آشتی کردند ومتحد شدند و گفتند بریم به جنگ شاه. حسابی با شاه جنگیدند و بعد با اون هم صلح کردند. بعد شروع کردند با هم رقصیدن. شتره چون قدش بلند بود همینطور که میرقصد از پشت خورد زمین و خونریزی مغزی کرد و مرد. همه رفتند و شتر را خاک کردند ولی سر تشیه جنازه شتر شاه میرقصید. همه عصبانی شدند و گفتند تو برای چی داری میرقصی، ما همه ناراحتیم این مرده. اما شاه جواب داد به من چه، توی کشور من رسم این است که هر وقت کسی میمیره سر تشیه جنازه اش برقصیم. دوباره همه شروع با هم جنگیدن اما دوباره با هم صلح کردند و شروع کردند با هم رقصیدن
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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