THE COW MOOING SOFTLY IN THE DISTANCE.
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Dark night has set in, and silence fell.
Full moon. Peat-bog.
Late at night, you can hear the cow mooing
Softly in the distance:
"Don't worry, don't worry,
Loup-Garou Uri-Runtu,
Don't worry!
An individual cell
Is reserved into hell
For you!
That's true...
Don't worry, don't worry,
Loup-Garou Uri-Runtu,
Don't worry!
Gross cell
Into hell...
Well,
Well!"
The frogs into peat-bog set to croak:
"Yep, yep, yep, yep,
Loup-Garou Uri-Runtu...
Yep, yep, yep, yep,
Gross cell
Into hell...
Yep, yep, yep, yep!
Well!"
The nigger raven set to caw gutturally:
"Gross cell
Into hell
For you,
Loup-Garou Uri-Runtu!
For you
Into hell
Gross cell
Is reserved!"
The cow mooing softly in the distance. Report
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