"Are the turnips yours? Can you make them answer you? You —"
He had not completed the sentence when with big strides he dashed away. A huge and very fat black dog ran at him. This dog had been at the front door and it was quite inexplainable how he had reached the rear garden. He growled as he made pursuit and was about to take a mouthful of Ah Q's thigh when, by good fortune, from his bundled-up coat fell a turnip, which frightened the dog. He halted momentarily and in an instant Ah Q had scrambled up the mulberry tree, scaled the wall, and fallen, man and turnips, outside the wall. The black dog remained barking alone by the mulberry tree. The elderly nun was repeating her O-mi-t'o Fu's.
Fearing that she would again let the dog out upon him, he picked up the turnips and ran on. As he sped on, he picked up a few stones; but since the black dog did not appear again, Ah Q tossed them away; and, eating the turnips as he walked along, he thought to himself, "There is nothing to be found here; I may as well go to town —"
And so by the time he had devoured the three turnips, he had made up his mind to go to the city, where he remained for some time, passing through some unusual experiences.
