Once upon a time

I remember when I was young, I used to tell stories to my friends. The idea was a very short, amusing story with a twist. I don’t know who started it, but the stories go something like this:

Once upon a time, there was a great king, and one day the king took a dump, and the king’s poop was as small as a spoon—the end.

လၢပျၢၤလၢကစၢၤန့ၣ်နီၣ်, ကကၠီပၤအီၣ်ဝဲဒၣ်တၢဂၤ, ကစီၤပၤတဂၤန့ၣ်, ဘၣ်တနံၤန့ၣ်နီၣ်, ကစီၤပၤလဲၤအ့ၣ်ဆါ, ဒီး, ကစီၤပၤအ့ၣ်ဆါၦဲၤဒ်သိးနီၣ်တၢၤတၢဘျံး—ကတၢၢ်.

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Apologies for my broken S’gaw Karen language. I am limited. Please note this is not a literal translation of each word, but rather an interpretation of the story and a closer, contemporary tone—everyday language—than an ancient, poetic, professional, or serious academic tone. Suggestions welcome.