many , many years ago there lived a good old man who had a wen like a tennis - ball growing out of his right cheek . this lump was a great disfigurement to the old man , and so annoyed him that for many years he spent all his time and money in trying to get rid of it . he tried everything he could think of . he consulted many doctors far and near , and took all kinds of medicines both internally and externally . but it was all of no use . the lump only grew bigger and bigger till it was nearly as big as his face , and in despair he gave up all hopes of ever losing it , and resigned himself to the thought of having to carry the lump on his face all his life . " you are very clever , " said the demon chief , giving his horns an approving nod . then he stretched out a hairy arm and claw - like hand , and took the great lump from the old man 's right cheek . strange to say , it came off as easily as a ripe plum from the tree at the demon 's touch , and then the merry troop of demons suddenly vanished . 
how will the man feel about the demons removing his wen ?
excited .
happy .