On a cold winter day, a man is walking through a small village.
He is looking for a hunter who lives there.
“It’s cold, the hunter’s house should be around here.
Ah, I think this is it.”
The man knocks on the door.
“Are you the hunter that sells boar meat?”
“Yes, I am.”
My hands and feet are always cold, so my uncle told me to eat boar stew.
He said it would make me warm so I walked all the way from Osaka to buy fresh boar meat from you.”
“OK, let me show you my boar meat.
I went hunting 2 days ago.”
“2 days ago?
I don’t know the difference between fresh meat and old meat.
That meat may be from 2 years ago.
I want you to catch a boar for me today.”
“Hm, my meat is fresh.
But we can go hunting now if you want.”
The two men go to a nearby mountain and climb to the top.
“Look, you can see the whole valley from up here.
If a boar appears, I can shoot it.”
The man gets into the best position to shoot a boar.
He is ready.
“Err, sir, fresh boar meat taste good, right?
“When we catch the boar, could I make boar stew at your house?
I want to eat it right away.”
“May I borrow a donabe pot?”
“And could I have some green onions?
There were some growing in front of your house.”
“I also need some soy sauce, sugar, and rice.”
Stop asking me so many questions.
You are too noisy.”
“OK, I’ll be quiet.”
The next moment.
“Oh, look, I see a boar in the valley.
Do you see it?”
“Yes, I see it.
I’m a hunter.
Be quiet and let me hunt!”
The hunter shoots his rifle.
The bullet goes past the boar and it’s a large rock.
It makes a loud noise.
The boar is shocked by the noise and falls to the ground.
It doesn’t move.
The two men run down to the boar.
“Ah, that is a large boar.
It will give us lots of meat.”
I just shot the boar.”
The hunter is angry.
“Let me show you how fresh the boar meat is.”
The hunter knows the boar is not dead.
He goes up to the boar and hits it with his rifle.
The boar gets up and quickly runs away.
“Look, it’s so fresh that it ran away.”