Another 100 yen version. Do I hear 150?
So it was that the oxman, praying for the protection of the Virgin Mary, set about the execution of his premeditated plan. His place was nothing really special.--He removed the harness from his ox, and giving it a great thump on its hindquarters, chased it into the fields in question.
The ox, jumping up from the pain in its posterior, broke the fence and trampled madly through the fields. Its horns also struck through the house's papered walls more than just a couple of times. The roar of hooves and the sound of the ox's cry seemed to move the night's thin haze and reverberated in every direction.
At that time, the window opened and out struck a countenanced figure. Without a doubt, it was that evil doppelganger who had assumed the form of a good friar. It may have been a trick of the moonlight, but even in the still night, the horns on his head could clearly be seen.
"Ye foul and vile beast, why dost thou asunder mine tobacco field so!"
Satan, vociferously waving his hand, screamed thus in a voice laden with sleep. Having been so wakened just as he had drifted to sleep, he was apparently angered ever so much.
But to the the ears of the oxman, who had hidden behind the field and was quietly observing the scene, Satan's words echoed as sweetly as the voice of Christ himself.
Ye foul and vile beast, why dost thou asunder mine tobacco field so!