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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Note: 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.

The characters, thoughts, and events in this text are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, events, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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