Once
upon a time, there was a farmer named Jung. Every day he planted rice and
collected wood to warm his body and his wife body. Jung lived happily in the
village with his wife. His wife name was Sarah. After two years married, his
wife got pregnant. Jung could not be happier. He worked harder for supporting
his family from that day. Not so long after, their baby was born. They were so
grateful to have a baby boy and they named him Johnny. When Johnny grew up he
became handsome and also smart. He liked to help his father to go hunting or
collected woods. Everyone loved him.
One
day, Jung went to the forest alone to go hunting. He spotted a bear and shot
it. The bear was dead and Jung took it home for dinner. Sun started to go down
and the forest became silent. The forest was dark and Jung went too far for
hunting. Jung was lost. He could not find a way to his village. It became
darker and Jung was exhausted but he did not want to die there so he walked
again. After a while he found a hut. He wanted to ask a permission to stay
there for a night and came back to the village the day after so he knocked the
door. “Hello, anyone is there? Excuse me. Please help me.” He said.
And suddenly the door opened by itself. Felling confused and little scary Jung
entered the hut. The hut looked so old yet neat. Inside the hut, Jung found an
old woman sitting in the single sofa. The old woman was wearing a black dress
and black hat. Wrinkles were all around her face and she had an unusual pointed
nose. Suddenly a voice broke Jung’s thought. The old woman said “Hello, young
man. It has been years since I had a visit. My name is Abra and I have lived
here for seventy years.”
Your story makes me more curious about what will happen next :D, anyway good and consistent grammar. Can't wait for the next part.
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