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傍晚，鎮長站在中心廣場的紅白高台上，扯著嗓門說話。

其實他大可不必喊叫，反正全鎮的人口也不過25個人，8隻狗，3隻金魚。鎮上唯一的作家先生心想…
「很抱歉！各位先生女士，一年一度的馬拉松大賽出了一點問題」鎮長說。
「怎麼回事兒？」眾人鼓譟
「唉…這大會規定路線得符合50公里，所以必須更改路線！」鎮長說。
「改什麼？改什麼？」「汪汪！」連狗狗也鼓譟了
「唉…這恐怕得經過黑流蘇之丘」最後這幾個字，一個字比一個字小聲。

一聽見這個山丘的名字，大家面色鐵青，狗狗垂下耳朵，金魚都低頭掩面。為了鼓舞士氣，鎮長勉強開口發言「別這樣呀！大家！一年一度的馬拉松可是咱們鎮上最重大的盛事」一片寂靜黑壓壓的人群中，一隻手舉起來「我跑！」是作家先生。鎮長恢復鎮定，裝模作樣的說：「很好，作家先生！我很高興我們鎮上還有這麼一位勇敢的人，不畏艱難為了鎮上的光榮而跑。來吧！年輕人，請上前一步，領取你的跑步背心。吶～1號」


Evening, Mayor was trying all effort to make a statement on stage.

“There's no need for him to yell at all. Anyway, there are only twenty-five person, eight dogs, and three goldfishes in town…” Mr. writer thought.
“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, something was wrong with Marathon…”
“What's going on?” the crowd raised an uproar.
“Um…there's a mistake about the running length, so we have to change the route across…”
“Across what? Across what?” “Bow-wow! ” even dogs were getting nervous.
“Um…the thing is…we have to across the Black Tassel Hill…” last four words were fading out.

Everyone's face became pale, dogs lopped ears, and goldfishes put faces in their fins when hearing the scary name.
“Come on! Everyone! It is the annual Marathon! The most important thing in town! You got to be brave!” he tried hard to encourage the frightened public.

Among the silent crowd, a hand raised up with a sentence “I'll go!” That's the voice of Mr. writer. Mayor seemed to be very happy to hear that!
“Wonderful! Mr. writer! It's very decent of you to make such a brave decision, not afraid of obstacles, and to run for hometown honor!” he said it in an affected way.“Come on up! Young man, take the running suit from my hand. You are definitely deserved the number one!”