Acceptation
"What are you looking at?" growled Saermon as he rubbed a stone with his right foot. Suddenly, the smell of something foul hit your nose.
"I stepped on Yellow-Billed Sunbird poop, okay?!" Saermon said curtly, agitated.
"I am willing to pay you to teach those barbaric beasts a lesson..."
Intermédiaire
"It smells so bad, like musty diarrhea."
"I wish I could change my shoes." Saermon pinched his nose and made a sour face.
Fin
"I heard the Yellow-Billed Sunbirds' cries; you really taught them a lesson!"
"Thanks for helping me avenge my expensive shoes. I guess I'll go buy another pair. Next time I see one of those Sunbirds, you'd better believe I'm going to wring its neck and serve it with a delicate white wine sauce."