"Meh meh meh meh meh meh meh"
"Mehmet Mehmer Meir"
The battle between Francis and the great Maire, as we had expected, was a very long one.
Neither of them gave up a single step... perhaps it's been a longer battle than we thought it would be.
We were both completely exhausted because we kept singing for a long time... and our voices stopped growing gradually, and our voices got smaller... and still Francis and the big Mair wouldn't try to stop singing.
And...... François and Maires keep looking at such a battle with serious eyes.
The François and the others still can't seem to decide which one to lengthen or win.
What the hell reason is there?
Whatever the reason, it is obvious from the intensity of the light in its eyes that Francois and the others are seriously and sincerely facing Francis' song.
Perhaps there's just something to hesitate about, just get lost... in Francis and in the big Maire.
In such a battle, one of the first to show movement was on the side of the great Mair.
The mayer looks at the big mayer several times, stares into its eyes several times...... and stands by Francis as she seems sorry.
Realizing that, Francis sings up to squeeze the power that remained… and the Mair joins Francis in singing.
"Meh, meh, meh, meh."
"Meh, meh, meh, meh."
"Meer ~, meer! Meh."
That's how the chorus of Francis and the others begins. A big mair squeezing her voice in an attempt to somehow counter that chorus.
But the power of the chorus is tremendous... even if I'm hearing it from the field this way, it obviously feels like the power of Francis' song or the power has gone up in the gutter.
And that... will lean the war situation to Francis' advantage at once, and the Maires, who were on the side of the big Maires from next to next, will begin to move to Francis' side.
That's how Francis and I can figure out a chorus of five Maires and a song just for one big Maire... so Francois finally shows his movements.
Maybe François dared wait till the end.
Maybe that's what I was thinking when suddenly my wife would be on my side and it wouldn't be good for Francis the other way around, which would make Francis worse off.
That's how Francois chooses Francis...... as a result, the big Mair gets isolated.
That's what made it a good situation to say we've already decided to fight... but still don't give up the big Maire.
Whether you are alone or your song has almost been cancelled before the chorus, you still keep raising your voice without giving up.
Against such a big mayr, Francis continues to sincerely face straight and sing.
It should be good to say that the battle has been decided with a lot of support... but Francis continues to fight the big Mair who won't give up... and to support Francis like that, Francois makes Mair sing, chorus.
"Meh, meh, meh, meh, meh, meh."
What was the meaning of that singing?
The big Maire drops down disappointingly...... and abandons her own song, joins and choruses Francis's song.
"Meh, meh, meh, meh, meh"
Francis cheers Francois on that song that big Maires make him sound… everyone watching the battle cheers at once and the place buzzes at once.
Many of them were voices honoring Francis... but as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to compliment you on that big mayr.
Don't give up until the end to fight, fight through, admit about the opponent and join the opponent's song. Say it's really refreshing or splendid... I don't think it's something you can do inside.
I don't even show any color of anger to the fellows who chose Francis... how is the attitude of the big Maire that even seems to be saying that when I was just immature, preferable inside... yeah, it doesn't seem like a bad one.
That's how the chorus ends, the songs of Francis and the others... Francis gives the voice of victory.
"Maaah!"
So the battle to decide Maire's head is over.
"Mae!"
"Meh!
When the battle was over, he rushed under Francis with such a voice, hugging Senai and Aihan.
To compliment Francis, to honor him, Arner, Isa, and everyone else head under Francis... in which I turn my foot toward the big Mair, who walks away from that wheel quietly and discreetly.
"You were fine inside."
That's what you say as you walk on the side of the big Mair...... softly stroke the head of the big Mair and the big Mair moves away from me and quietly starts to tremble full.
"... so I have to give you guys a name.
Right...... how about Argym or Turnmus? That's a nice name, isn't it?
"... Mae"
"... I'm not sure what Maire said yet, but I see you're not on board...
So, yeah... sounds better... how about the name Ezelbaldo?
and the moment I told him his name, the big Mair turned to this one and looked happy as he showed his moist eyes, "Mae!" and a chirp.
"Oh well, did you like it?
Right, something like that, sounds good.
Francis and the others' names are like the feel of those hairs... I chose a name that sounds like that, but you're still better dressed.
All right, all right, you're Ezelbald from today on. "
When I say that and I stroke Ezelbald's head, Ezelbald entertains it for a little while, then moves his head to escape from my hand, turns it up... that's enough, I tell him to go to Francis and tell him that with a trick and a look.
I returned just one word that I found out about such an Ezelbald... and turned my back on Francis and the others.
Then there was a little feast to celebrate Francis' victory, with all the villagers and my family in the mess.
In such a feast where everyone enjoyed themselves and laughed brightly, I decided to name the rest of the Maires as well.
Surprisingly, the rest of the Maires were all females... and the wives of Ezerbaldo... and the wives' names were to be named after Ezerbaldo because of their hopes.
Ezertia.
Ezergu.
Ezelfana.
Ezelmie.
Ezerleela.
Those names, which were also decided by reference to the opinions of Arner, Senai and Aihan, were very well received and accepted by us.
That's how the Ezertians finished naming meh happily before walking under Ezerbaldo, who stands alone outside the village.
Ezerbaldo accepts such Ezertians and leans in quietly...... Ezerbaldo and the Ezertians lean in gently again.
I was worried that the Ezertians' choice of Francis as their chief would make the couple less likely to twist, but apparently that was an extra worry.
The vessel is big, or something... splendid.
... would it mean that Francis, who beat Ezelbaldo like that, has an even bigger vessel than Ezelbaldo...?
I wonder what the hell Francis had claimed and what thoughts he had in that song......
I'll try to ask Arner later.
All in all, new Maires were to be added to the village of Ill... and Francis, the head of the herd, was to lead the Maires, who were eight in all.