There was a farmer. The farmer ate a bit of biscuits for a while. He loved that curry. It was not easy to find out then. So it was difficult, sowing, and sowing the seeds of the karakara and saved them to the end of the three crops. They were so much fun that they took care of the house.
He gave his wedding at home and put them onion and made a gorgeous dish.
Then he rose up and went to the field. His mouth is still in the middle of the day, with the taste of the onion, Whenever we go home, he is stunned to know when to cook.
In the meantime, his wedding bells were good in the frying pan and started rolling on the bayonet. Playing on the sponge of the buns is a great good fragrance. When the curry is gone, the girl is missing that girl. "Do not worry about how to taste, let's eat something".
I'm hungry for some time, my dad, rice eat, and even the second one eat.
In the end of the field, he completed his work and returned to the house without farmer's art.
The wedding is served by the dinner.
"Is this the same thing, what are the other two?"
"I saw a taste of taste. The second is my share, so I eat it with rice. "
The farmer got angry. "How did you eat it?" He said.
The third said, "Like!" Bitter taste is like that!
