Rich Kid in the Village

I stuck my nose out through the gate to scold a rude lout and an ill-mannered person—and ended up pressed against his strong body. Of course I tried to put the man in his place, but it’s very hard to do that when he’s sniffing you and threatening to kiss you! I agree—I smell better than that pile of manure he, through his carelessness, got himself into, but that’s not a reason to grab me! And anyway, what does this rich brat want in our village?

Is that it?

For an indefinite time? Moms, hide your foolish daughters! You have to keep away from such womanizers as far as possible!