Bermuda Triangle

The Bermuda Triangle is a large area of ocean between Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda. Over the last few centuries, it’s thought that dozens of ships and planes have disappeared under mysterious circumstances in the area, earning it the nickname “The Devil’s Triangle.” People have even gone so far as to speculate that it’s an area of extra-terrestrial activity or that there is some bizarre natural scientific cause for the region to be hazardous; but most likely, it’s simply an area in which people have experienced a lot of bad luck—the idea of it being a “vortex of doom” is no more real than Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster (see The Origin of Bigfoot Legend and The Origin of the Loch Ness Monster).

The Bermuda Triangle’s bad reputation started with Christopher Columbus. According to his log, on October 8, 1492, Columbus looked down at his compass and noticed that it was giving weird readings. He didn’t alert his crew at first, because having a compass that didn’t point to magnetic north may have sent the already on edge crew into a panic. This was probably a good decision considering three days later when Columbus simply spotted a strange light, the crew threatened to return to Spain.

This and other reported compass issues in the region gave rise to the myth that compasses will all be off in the Triangle, which isn’t correct, or at least is an exaggeration of what is actually happening as you’ll see.  Despite this, in 1970 the U.S. Coast Guard, attempting to explain the reasons for disappearances in the Triangle, stated:

First, the “Devil’s Triangle” is one of the two places on earth that a magnetic compass does point towards true north. Normally it points toward magnetic north. The difference between the two is known as compass variation. The amount of variation changes by as much as 20 degrees as one circumnavigates the earth. If this compass variation or error is not compensated for, a navigator could find himself far off course and in deep trouble.

Of course, despite this now being repeated as an explanation for disappearances in the Triangle on numerous documentaries and articles since then, it turns out magnetic variation is something ship captains (and other explorers) have known about and had to deal with pretty much as long as there have been ships and compasses. Dealing with magnetic declination is really just “Navigation by Compass” 101 and nothing to be concerned about, nor anything that would seriously throw off any experienced navigator.

In 2005, the Coast Guard revisited the issue after a TV producer in London inquired about it for a program he was working on.  In this case, they correctly changed their tune about the magnetic field bit stating,

Many explanations have cited unusual magnetic properties within the boundaries of the Triangle. Although the world’s magnetic fields are in constant flux, the “Bermuda Triangle” has remained relatively undisturbed.  It is true that some exceptional magnetic values have been reported within the Triangle, but none to make the Triangle more unusual than any other place on Earth.

The modern Bermuda Triangle legend didn’t get started until 1950 when an article written by Edward Van Winkle Jones was published by the Associated Press. Jones reported several incidences of disappearing ships and planes in the Bermuda Triangle, including five US Navy torpedo bombers that vanished on December 5, 1945, and the commercial airliners “Star Tiger” and “Star Ariel” which disappeared on January 30, 1948 and January 17, 1949 respectively. All told, about 135 individuals were unaccounted for, and they all went missing around the Bermuda Triangle. As Jones said, “they were swallowed without a trace.”

It was a 1955 book, The Case for the UFO, by M. K. Jessup that started pointing fingers at alien life forms. After all, no bodies or wreckage had yet been discovered. By 1964, Vincent H. Gaddis—who coined the term “Bermuda Triangle”—wrote an article saying over 1000 lives had been claimed by the area. He also agreed that it was a “pattern of strange events.” The Bermuda Triangle obsession hit its peak in the early 1970s with the publication of several paperback books about the topic, including the bestseller by Charles Berlitz, The Bermuda Triangle.

However, critic Larry Kusche, who published The Bermuda Triangle Mystery: Solved in 1975, argued that other authors had exaggerated their numbers and hadn’t done any proper research. They presented some disappearance cases as “mysteries” when they weren’t mysteries at all, and some reported cases hadn’t even happened within the Bermuda Triangle.

After extensively researching the issue, Kusche concluded that the number of disappearances that occurred within the Bermuda Triangle wasn’t actually greater than in any other similarly trafficked area of the ocean, and that other writers presented misinformation—such as not reporting storms that occurred on the same day as disappearances, and sometimes even making it seem as though the conditions had been calm for the purposes of creating a sensational story. In short: previous Bermuda Triangle authors didn’t do their research and either knowingly or unintentionally “made it up.”

The book did such a thorough job of debunking the myth that it effectively ended most of the Bermuda Triangle hype. When authors like Berlitz and others were unable to refute Kusche’s findings, even the most steadfast of believers had difficulty remaining confident in the sensationalized Bermuda Triangle narrative. Nevertheless, many magazine articles, TV shows, and movies have continued to feature the Bermuda Triangle.

Because the number of disappearances in the Bermuda Triangle is no greater than any other similarly trafficked area of the world’s oceans, they don’t really need an explanation. But if you’re still convinced that the Triangle is a ship graveyard, relative to other regions that get around the same number of travelers, here are some natural explanations from the Coast Guard to combat some of the “alien” and other fantastical theories.

The majority of disappearances can be attributed to the area’s unique features. The Gulf Stream, a warm ocean current flowing from the Gulf of Mexico around the Florida Straits northeastward toward Europe, is extremely swift and turbulent. It can quickly erase any evidence of a disaster.

The unpredictable Caribbean-Atlantic storms that give birth to waves of great size as well as waterspouts often spell disaster for pilots and mariners. (Not to mention that the area is in “hurricane alley.”) The topography of the ocean floor varies from extensive shoals to some of the deepest marine trenches in the world. With the interaction of strong currents over reefs, the topography is in a constant state of flux and breeds development of new navigational hazards.

Not to be underestimated is the human factor. A large number of pleasure boats travel the water between Florida’s Gold Coast (the most densely populated area in the world) and the Bahamas. All to often, crossings are attempted with too small a boat, insufficient knowledge of the area’s hazards and lack of good seamanship.

-Admin FF
source: http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2014/01/myth-bermuda-triangle/

Mr.Teddy (part 4)

 “Willa! What is it? What’s wrong?” demanded her mother.
            “Mom! Come up to my room!” she sobbed. “Everything i own! All my dolls, my animals. Gina wrecked it all!” she cried furiously.
            “Huh?” Mrs. Stewart’s face twisted surprise. “Gina?”
            “Yes! Gina!” Willa declared. “She broke into my room last night, Mom. She wrecked everything! Everything!”
            “But that’s impossible!” Willa’s mother cried. “Gina wasn’t home last night, Willa. Don’t you remember? She had a sleep over at Maggies’s house.”
            Willa pressed her hands against her face. The room began to spin wildly.
            That’s right, she remembered. Gina wasn’t home last night.
            “Nooooo!” She backed out of the kitchen, hands against her cheeks, shaking her head.
            She didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be. But there was no other explanation.
            She ran blindly up the stairs. She grabbed Mr. Teddy off the floor. His eyes glowed up at her as Willa frantically ripped him to pieces.
            “It was you, after all, wasn’t it?” she cried, tearing off his arms, pulling out his white stuffing, letting it fly over the room. “It was you! You! You!”
            With a cry of fury, Willa tore off Mr. Teddy’s Head. “I hate you!” she shrieked. She tossed the head out the open window. “Evil thing! Now you’re gone! You can do no more evil!”
            Gasping for breath, her heart thudding, Willa stumbled across the room and pulled raggedy Old Bear off the shelf. She hugged him tightly. “You’re all I’ve go left, Old Bear. Everything else was destroyed by that evil thing.”           

        She clutched Old Bear gratefully. “From now on it’s just you and me.”
        Willa didn’t see the pleased smile from an Old Bear’s mouth. She didn’t see his eyes begin to twinkle merrily.
        Next time, Old Bear thought to himself, maybe you won’t be so quick to get rid of me, Willa. Maybe you’ve learned your lesson. You can’t put me away on a shelf. Now me. I’m your bear. And I’m going to be with you for the rest of your life.

-admin FF

source: Goosebumps Novel

Mr.Teddy (part 3)

            The moment she woke up he next morning, Willa reached under the covers for Mr. Teddy.

            Gone again.
            “Huh?” Willa sat up, wide awake. “What’s going on?”
            She let out a shriek when sh saw her dresser. The drawers had all been pulled out and turned upside down. Her clothing had all been strewn in clumps and piles over the floor.
            Angrily hurling herself out of bed, Willa kicked aside a pile of T-shirts. “Gina!” she shrieked. “I’m going to murder you for this!”
            Glancing up, she saw Mr. Teddy. He grimmer at her from the dresser top.
            Willa grabbed him. “Why is this happening to me?” she screamed. “Tell me this is a dream!”
            She flew down the stairs and burst into the kitchen. Gina was eating a bowl of cereal. “Why did you do it, Gina?” Willa demanded clenching her hand into tight fists. “ Why? Why? Why did you sneak into my room, and mess it all up, an—“
            Gina gazed up from her breakfast. “I haven’t been near your room. Honest.” A grin broke out on her face.
            Willa let out a furious cry. “See, Mom? See? She’s smiling.”
            Mrs. Stewart narrowed her eyes at Gina. “Have you been playing mean jokes on your sister?” she demanded.
            “No! No way!” Gina screamed. “Why are you blaming me for something i didn’t do? I just smiled because it’s funny. But i didn’t do anything! Really!”
            Willa stared hard at Gina. “I know  you’re lying,” she said softly. “You’re a liar, Gina. A total liar.”

“I’m not!” Gina shouted. She scraped her chair back from the table and jumped up. “You’re the liar!” she told Willa. “You’re just trying to get me in trouble for no reason!” She turned and stormed out of the kitchen.
            “Stay out of my room, Gina!” Willa called after her. “You’ll be sorry! I mean it! I really do!”
            That night before climbing into bed, Willa shoved her dresser up against her door. “There,” she said, pressing Mr. Teddy’s soft body against her arm. “That should keep Gina out of here. What do you think, Mr. Teddy?”
            Mr. Teddy round, black eyes glowed back at her.
            She slept restlessly again that night. Feeling hot, she kicked off her covers. She turned onto one side, then the other. She had strange nightmares.
            When she woke up the next morning, before she opened her eyes, she reached out for Mr. Teddy.
            Gone.
            Willa’s eyes shot open.
            She screamed.
            The dresser had been pushed to the middle of the room.
            She sat up, her heart pounding. “My – my room!” she murmured.
            Swallowing hard, she stood up. And gazed around her room.
            Her posters – the had all been ripped from the walls and crumpled onto the floor.
            Willa’s eyes moved to the shelves. To her stuffed animals. A dole, sick feeling spread through her stomach.
            Nearly all of the animal had been pulled apart. Shredded. Bits of them lay strewn across the room. A tail here. A piece of stuffing there.
            Their eyes had been torn out of their heads. Their arms and legs ripped from their bodies.
            Willa staggered to her doll corner. Every doll had been broken and torn apart. They lay in a heap of arms, scraps of clothing, broken heads, patches of hair.
            “Hey!” Wila raised her eyed to the top of the shelf. Mr. Teddy stood there triumphantly, his eyes glowing happily. In one raised paw, he held an arm from one of her dolls.
            “No! Willa murmured. “No. Please – no!”
            Mr. Teddy suddenly toppled forward. His out-stretched arms reached for Willa’s throat.
            Willa let out a shriek and dived out of his way.
            The bear landed on the floor with a soft thud.
            Willa spun around. Tripping over parts of dolls and stuffed animals, she plunged out of her room. Down the stairs. Into the kitchen.

-Admin FF

source: Goosebumps novel

Mr.Teddy (part 2)

That night Willa slept with Mr.Teddy hooked in her arm. At first she felt funny to sleep with something so soft and fluffy. All the fur on Old Bear had worn off a long time ago. But Mr.Teddy seemed staring at her. Everytime she turned or moved, she felt his big eyes watching her. Willa woked up early the next morning. The sun had barely begun to rise. Outside, she could hear bird chirping. Something didn’t feel right. She lifted her head and stared down at her bed. Where was Mr.Teddy? She gropped around her covers, but couldn’t feel him anywhere. Where was he? Willa pushed herself up,squinting in the dim light. Had Mr.Teddy fallen out of the bed? She peered down at the floor. Not there. She shook her covers again, then leaned over to check underneath the bed. “Are you there, Mr.Teddy?” she called softly. A sock and some dust balls started back at her. 
Where Mr.Teddy could be? 
Willa’s eyes moved up her dresser, then over to the windowsill above the

doll corner .

She caught her breath. Mr.Teddy sat propped up on the windowsill,

staring back at her. His eyes seemed to be shining. 

"Huh?" Willa murmured. " How did you get over there?"

She climbed out of bed and lifted him off  the windowsill. “Mr.Teddy,” she scolded. “What are you doing? Did you get up and move during the night?” The bear’s dark eyes glowed back at her. “Stop staring at me like that!” Willa laughed.

“You’re giving me the creeps.” She kissed the top of his head, then popped him back on her pillow. “Maybe i woked up and put him there myself and don’t remember,” Willa said to herself.  At breakfast, she caught Gina staring at her. “What are you looking at?” she asked sharply. “Nothing,” Gina smirked. “Did you come to my room last night?” Willa demanded.“No,” Gina replied, still smiling. “Why would I?”

The next night, before she fall asleep, Willa made sure Mr. Teddy was hooked firmly in the crook of her arm. It took her a long time to fall into a restless sleep. She kept waking up and checked at Mr. Teddy. But he always right where she left him, in the bend of her arm, watching everything with those big, dark eyes of his.  In a funny way, Willa felt as if he were guarding her. She woke up the next morning with a start. Immediately, she felt around for Mr. Teddy. Gone again! Willa glanced suspiciously at the windowsill. Not there, either.  She sat up in the bad and began to search the room.

Her eyes swept over the doll corner, the floor, then moved up the dresser.
   “Hey you!” Willa cried out when she spotted Mr. Teddy on top of the dresser.

  “What’s goin on bear? What are you doing over there?” She jumped out of bed and hurried over. 

 She gasped when she saw the two porcelain eggs. They lay smashed under the big teddy bear.
 Mr. Teddy’s eyes had an evil glow.
      “Who did this?” Willa demanded. “Who broke these eggs?”
Willa tried o think. It could’t be Mr.Teddy. He didn’t climb the dresser and plop down on the eggs. No way.  So who could it be? The one person who was jealous of all her stuff.
    “Gina!” Willa shouted furiously. “How could you do this?” 

 Willa stormed into Gina’s room. Empty. Where was she?  Willa stomped back into the hall and stood at the top of the stairs, “Gina! I’m going to get you for this!”
            Her mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs. “Why are you shouting, Willa?”
            “Where’s Gina?”
            “She left early for school,” her mother said.
“Remember? She has chorus practice.”
            Willa clenched her fist. “Wait till she gets home tonight,” she growled. “She’ll be singing a sad song when i get through with her!”

            That afternoon Willa paced the front hall waiting for Gina to return home. She paced back and forth, back and forth, checking out the window every time she passed it.
            Finally she saw Gina coming up the front walk. She angrily pulled open the front door to greet her.
            “I know it was you who smashed my porcelain eggs last night!” Willa uttered in a shacky voice. She blocked Gina’s path.
            Gina pushed her aside. “What are you talking about, Willa? Are you totally losing it?”
            “You know what I mean,” Willa insisted. She followed her sister to the stairs. “You broke my best eggs for no reason. The you moved onto the dresses to make it look like he did it. What a sick, stupid joke.”
            Gina stopped. “I really don’t know what you’ve talkng about.”
            “Do too,” Willa snapped.
            It had to be Gina. Who else could it be?
            “You’re just trying to get me in trouble with mom,” said Gina. “Leave me alone Willa. I’m warning you.”

            Later, when Willa went to bed, she shoved Mr. Teddy all the way under the covers. “I want tou to stay down there tonight, okay?” she told him. She curled her body around his, then puled her covers up to her neck.
            Nobody could get Mr. Teddy out now, Willa thought. At least not without waking up her.
            But Willa was wrong.

-admin FF
source: Goosebumps Novel

Mr.Teddy (part 1)

"Mom,can I please get this teddy bear! Please? I'll never ask for another thing."

Willa clasped her hands together and gazed longingly at the stuffed teddy bear staring at her from the department store shelf.

Willa was a collector. She collected stuffed animals,dolls, posters,porcelain eggs - you name it. Every inch if her room was crammed with her collections.

"Mom look at him!" Willa gushed. "Have you ever seen such a cute little brown paws? And look at his big, round eyes. They're practically growing."

Leaning on the counter, Gina, Willa's eleven year-old sister, started to whine. "Mom! No fair! Willa already has enough stuffed animals to fill this whole store."

"So?" Willa shot back. "I can't help it if your room is bare, Gina."

Gina made a face at her older sister. "That's because every chance you get, you beg mom to buy you something else. "Mom, get me this. Mom buy me that," Gina mimicked.

"Girls! That's enough!" Mrs.Stewart cut them off. Willa and Gina glared at each other. "Willa,you're twelve. Aren't you getting too old for teddy bears?" Her mother asked.

"I can't help it mom" Willa replied. "I want him. He's.. Not like any other stuffed animal I've ever seen."  "His eyes weird," Gina commented. 

"They are not!" Willa protested. But she knew Gina was right. She could almost feel the bear studying her with those huge eyes of his.

"Willa," her mother said. "There isn't any space left in your room. Where will you put it?" 

"I'll put Old bear on the shelf and sleep with this one," Willa replied.

Gina folder her arms. "What's wrong with Old Bear?" 

"Nothing, I just love this one." Willa told her. She pressed him against her cheek. "See how cuddly he is? Please mom?" Mrs. Stewart hesitated. "Well..."

"Mom that's not fair!" Gina wailed. "Willa always getting stuff. What about my CD player?"

"Gina a CD player coast a lot more than a teddy bear," her mother answered sharply. " That's something you can ask for on your birthday."

“Mom please?” Willa said, still clutching the bear. “Oh , all right,” her mother said, sighing. “But this is it, understand, Willa?”  Willa threw her arms around her mother. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you mom.” On the other sideof counter, Willa could see Gina scowling at her. “Sometimes I really hate you Willa” Gina muttered. Wila wave the teddy in Gina’s face. “His name is Mr.Teddy, Gina,” she announced. “ And you’d better be nice to him.”

As soon as Willa got home, she took Mr.Teddy up to her room show him around. “Here we are,” she announced, opening the door. Her room was done all in peach, her favorite color. To the right of the door stood her dresser. On top of the dresser was her porcelain egg collection. Willa gently picked up each egg and told Mr.Teddy where it had come. Next, she showed him all the rock star posters that covered her walls. Then she went through the two long shelves above the dresser crammed with stuffed animals. When she finished with the animals, Willa took Mr.Teddy over to the doll collection in the other corner.  Willa had been collecting doll the longest, and had the biggest collection of anyone she knew. Still clutching Mr.Teddy, Willa crossed the room to ther bed. “Hello,Old Bear,” she said. She reached into the pillow and picked up her ragged old teddy bear- the one she’d slept with since she was a baby- and kissed him on top of his head. “You’re going to sleep over here now” she said,crossing back over to the shelves. She pushed aside stuffed unicorn to make room for Old Bear. “Sleep tight,”she told him. Gina poked her head into the room. “Who’s in here ?” she asked. “No one,” Willa replied. “Then who were you talking too?” “nobody.” Gina’s eyes lit up. “You were talking to your stuffed animals again,weren’t you?” She started laughing at Willa. “Shut up Gina!” Willa snapped. “ You’re mad because you didn’t get a CD player.” “ am not” Gina answered. “ I’m mad because you have mom wrapped around your little finger. Everytime you ask fo something,she buys it.” She stormed out, slamming the dor behind her. Willa glanced down at Mr.Teddy. Don’t worry about Gina,” she whispered, carefully placing him on her pillow. “ I bet she wishes she had a special bear too. But she doesn’t. You are all mine, Mr.Teddy. All mine.”

***

-Admin FF
source: Goosebumps Novel

doll corner .
She caught her breath. Mr.Teddy sat propped up on the windowsill,
staring back at her. His eyes seemed to be shining

The Phone Booth

Intro
The phone booth is one of the scary story from Japan that tells two best friend who's interested with ghost story or legends.
***

The story is about two guys named Kenzo and Tatsuya who always share scary stories with each other. Whenever they meet, they have to tell a scary story.

One day, when Tatsuya was browsing the internet, he found a website that has a lot of Japan's legends. Then, he read a story about a bridge near his house.

On that website, there's a lot of picture about the bridge and the surroundings. When he read that legend, Tatsuya knew that Kenzo would be interested. Then, when he met Kenzo, he told him about that bridge legend. That bridge was already old, it was used to cross the cliff.

It was explained in that website that the bridge was popular because a lot of people commit suicide in that bridge. Every year, there's about 20-30 people who jumped from that bridge. No one can explain why they commit suicide. They say that that place is haunted by the spirits from everyone who commits suicide in that bridge. 

When Kenzo went home, he was planning to visit that place. He really wanted to see a ghost.

When the night arrives, he went to the mountain where that bridge is. It takes around half an hour to reach that place. When it's almost midnight.

He arrives at that bridge and no one was there. It was dark and silent. The atmosphere was so creepy and made his back felt cold.

"Wow, this place is creepy," says him mumbling while walking carefully to the cliff's edge and peek inside.

He then starts thinking that everyone who jumped into that cliff. That thought made his skin crawls. This is very intense and had to tell Tatsuya about this place.

He reach out for his phone and start pressing number. But then he realize that this is a high place and far from a signal range.

He saw around and found a phone booth that's not far from him. He went to that phone booth, entering some coins and pressing Tatsuya's number.

"Hello? Tatsuya! Guess where i am now!", says him. "I'm on that bridge that you told me about!".
" The view is amazing! You have to come here someday!"

"Well, i want to...", he replied. "I've seen the pictures on web... hey wait a second.. how do you call me?"

Kenzo cackling
"Oh, my cell didn't get a signal. So i called you from a phone booth nearby."

Tatsuya confused
"Phone booth? There's no phone booth there. I already saw it in the picture."

"What are you talking about?", Kenzo asked "I'm in a phone booth right in front of the bridge's entrance... wait, i better go.. there's a line outside waiting to use the phone booth... i'll call you back when i'm home."

When Kenzo just finished talking, Tatsuya yelled
"No! Kenzo! Don't go out of that place! I know that place! I'll be there in 30 minutes. Whatever happens, don't move!"

"What's wrong?"

"Promise me you won't move an inch, okay?" I'm coming!"

When his friend hang the phone, Kenzo felt a wave of fears covering him.

He stands near the phone booth and the phone keeps sticking on his ear. He turns, he saw the people in the line that's standing outside the phone booth, slowly watching him. Their eyes made Kenzo shiver.

Half an hour later, when Tatsuya arrived on that bridge, he found his friend standing near the cliff's edge. He was holding his phone on his ear.

There was no phone booth and there was no line of people waiting to use the phone booth.

If Kenzo just move one inch, he will fall from the cliff's edge and fell inside.    


Source : Scary for Kids
( Translated to English by admin LL with some edits )
~Admin LL 

Chicken In A Sack

Just like the majority of people in the past, Andri is a boy from a ordinary family. His mother and father's job is as a farmer. While farming, Andri's parents also raise chickens.

People who own chicken in the past usually let loose their chicken in the yard. When dusk, those chicken are caught to put in a sack. After that, those chicken are put in a cage.

One evening, Andri and his brothers were told to catch the chicken by his father. So the chores were split. His brother got a job to catch the mother which were only three. Meanwhile Andri, got a job to catch the chicks which were quite many.

Half an hour pass, finally those chicks and the mother are already in the cage. While Andri was folding the sack, he hears a chick's voice.

From it's voice, it looks like it was from behind the mango tree on the yard. So Andri approached that voice. There was 3 chicks that weren't caught yet.

At first, Andri was confused. He recalls that all of the chicken were already counted and they were precise. Then, where does these 3 chicks came from in front of his presence? Andri didn't bother considering his age is still young. He consider those three chicks as fortune. Then, he caught those three chicks and immediately put them in a sack. That sack then carried and draped on his shoulder while walking to the chicken's cage.

While walking, Andri felt weird. He felt that the sack he carried is getting heavier. "It wasn't suppose to be heavy for a sack filled with three chicks.", he said. Then, he heard a whisper with a hoarse voice.

"Nice... nice... nice..."

That voice was from inside the sack. Andri was shocked and quickly threw the sack to the ground. He saw the chicken turned into coconuts and their color were blackened. Those coconuts had a shell that's already wrinkle like it's dry up.

But the creepiest part is that those three coconuts each has 3 black holes. Those three black holes were round and it looks like a pair of eyes and a mouth. Those coconuts also have a few scratch that look like a face, but it wasn't that clear. Maybe like it was sculptured. From those holes that look like a mouth, those three coconuts whisper with a hoarse voice.

"Nice... nice... nice... please carry me again."

Andri immediately ran with fear into the house. When he's back with his father, those three coconuts were already gone...


-Admin FF
( Translated to English by admin LL with some edits )
Source : Yoichi & unknownymous