A long time ago, there lived two well-known farters.
The farter who lived in the north village was tall,
and the farter who lived in the south village was a dwarf.
Prrrt!
When the dwarf farter broke wind in the front garden,
the cottage moved up and down. "Cluck, cluck!", the chickens cackled.
Pumpkins rolled around, here and there.
Pooooot!
When the tall farter broke wind lightly,
persimmons dropped down from the tree in the backyard.
However, whenever they met, they quarreled.
Each insisted to that his fart was stronger than the other one’s.
“Hey, let me show my fart
If you face my fart, you will be blown away at once.”
“What are you saying?
No one in the world can fart stronger than me!"
Pooooot in the north village! Prrrt in the south village!
The two farters broke farted everyday.
And so, a mountain in front of the village was pushed away across a river,
and a thatched-roof got tangled like matted hair.
The two farters, who were not fully satisfied, made a decision to hold a fart contest.
“Let’s blow this mortar to each other.
Whoever drops the mortar will be the loser.”
"Ha ha ha! What a ridiculous contest this is.”
Every villager came out to see the contest, and had fun.
Pooooot!
The tall farter stretched his hips and broke wind in front of the mountain.
Then, the mortar flew off to the mountain behind the village.
Prrrt!
The dwarf farter over the mountain behind the village also broke wind with all his strength.
Then, the mortar flew off to the mountain in front of the village.
Pooooot! The tall farter broke wind.
Prrrt! Then, the dwarf farter made another fart.
The two farters passed the mortar to each other,
and onlookers, following the mortar, shook their heads from side to side as if they were dancing.
Even when the sun went down and the moon came up,
they did not stop passing the mortar to each other. Shhh! Pooooot!
The onlookers were tired of watching, so they went back home, one by one.
“Let’s blast one final, beautiful gas!”
In the starry night, the two exhausted farters
shot a final fart with all their strength.
Whizz!
The mortar flew up high into the sky.
It soared up to the sky penetrating clouds and plummeted down to the land of the Moon.
Listen carefully.
Thud! Thud!
The rabbits living in on the Moon still beat rice in that mortar.
It's been said that the mortar is still used for millng on the moon.