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.