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Co. for granting permission to use
stories on this page. The stories were
from the following source.
Japanese Fairy Tales
Compiled by Yei Theodora Ozaki
A. L. Burt Company, Publishers, New
Tuttle Co. now publishes a very interesting
book on Japanese Tales titled The Japanese Fairy Book by the same author.
|The Goblin of Adachigahara
|Long, long ago there was a large plain called
Adachigahara, in the provinces of Japan.
This place was said to be haunted by
goblin who took the form of an old
From time to time many travelers disappeared and were never heard of more, and the old women round the charcoal braziers in the evenings, and the girls washing the household rice at the wells in the mornings, whispered dreadful stories of how the missing folk had been lured to the goblin's cottage and devoured, for the goblin lived only on human flesh. No one dared to venture near the haunted spot after sunset, and all those who could, avoided it in the daytime, and travelers were warned of the dreadful place.
One day as the sun was setting, a priest
came to the plain. He was a belated
and his robe showed that he was a Buddhist
pilgrim walking from shrine to shrine
pray for some blessing or to crave
of sins. He had apparently lost his
and as it was late he met no one who
show him the road or warn him of the
He had walked the whole day and was now tired and hungry, and the evening were chilly, for it was late autumn, and he began to be very anxious to find some house where he could obtain a night's lodging. He found himself lost in the midst of the large plain, and looked about in vain for some sign of human habitation.
At last, after wondering about for some hours, he saw a clump of tree in the distance, and through the trees he caught sight of the glimmer of a single ray of light. He exclaimed with joy: " Oh, surely that is some cottage where I can get a night's lodging!"
Keeping the light before his eyes he dragged his weary, aching feet as quickly as he could toward the spot , and soon came to a miserable looking little cottage. As he drew near he saw that it was in a tumble - down condition, the bamboo fence was broken and weeds and grass pushed their way through the gaps. The paper screens which serve as windows and doors in Japan were full of holes, and the posts of the house were bent with age and seemed scarcely able to support the old thatched roof. The hut was open, and by the light of an old lantern an old woman sat industriously spinning.
The pilgrim called to her across the
fence and said:
" O Ba San (old woman), good evening!
I am a traveler! Please excuse me,
have lost my way and do not know what
do, for I have nowhere to rest to-night.
I beg you to be good enough to let
the night under your roof."
The old woman as soon as she heard
spoken to stopped spinning, rose from
seat and approached the intruder.
" I am very sorry for you. You
indeed be distressed to have lost your
in such a lonely spots late at night.
I cannot put you up, for I have no
offer you, and no accommodation whatsoever
for a guest in this poor place!"
"Oh, that does not matter," said the priest; " all I want is a shelter under some roof for the night, and if you will be good enough just to let me lie on the kitchen floor I shall be grateful. I am too tired to walk further to-night, so I hope you will not refuse me, otherwise I shall have to sleep out on the cold plain." And in this way he pressed the old woman to let him stay.
She seemed very reluctant, but at last
" Very well, I will let you stay
I can offer you a very poor welcome
but come in now and I will make a fire,
the night is cold." The pilgrim
only too glad to do as he was told.
off his sandals and entered the hut.
old woman then brought some sticks
and lit the fire, and bade her guest
near and warm himself.
" You must be hungry after your
tramp," said the old woman. "
will go and cook some supper for you."
She then went to the kitchen to cook
After the priest ha d finished his
the old woman sat down by the fire-place,
and they talked together for a long
The pilgrim thought to himself that
been very lucky to come across such
hospitable old woman. At last the wood
out , and the fire died slowly down
to shiver with cold just as he had
" I see you are cold," said
old woman; " I will go out and
some wood, for we have used it all.
stay and take care of the house while
gone. " .
" No, no," said the pilgrim,
Let me go instead, for you are old,
cannot think of letting you go out
wood for me this cold night! "
The old woman shook her head and said: " You must stay quietly here, for you are my guest." Then she left him and went out. In a minute she came back and said:" You must sit where you are and not move, and whatever happens don't go near or look into the inner room. Now mind what I tell you! "
" If you tell me not to go near the back room, of course I won't," said the priest, rather bewildered.
The old woman then went out again, and the priest was left alone. The fire had died out, and the only light in the hut was that of a dim lantern. Fot the first time that night he began to feel that he was in a weird place, and the old woman's words, " Whatever you do don't peep into the back room," aroused his curiosity and his fear.
What hidden thing could be in that
she did not wish him to see? For some
the remembrance of his promise to the
woman kept him still, but at last he
no longer resist his curiosity to peep
the forbidden place. He got up and
to move slowly towards the back room.
the thought that the old woman would
angry with him if he disobeyed her
come back to his place by the fireside.
As the minutes went slowly by and the old woman did not return, he began to feel more and more frightened, and to wonder what dreadful secret was in the room behind him. He must find out. " She will not know that I have looked unless I tell her. I will just have a peep before she comes back," said the man to himself. With these words he got up on his feet ( for he had been sitting all this time in Japanese fashion with his feet under him) and stealthily crept towards the forbidden spot. With trembling hands he pushed back the sliding door and looked in. What he saw froze the blood in his veins. The room was full of dead men's bones and the walls were splashed and floor was covered with human blood. In one corner skull upon skull rose to the ceiling, in another was a heap of arm bones, in another a heap of leg bones. The sickening smell made him faint. He fell backwards with horror, and for some time lay in a heap with fright on the floor, a pitful sight. He trembled all over and his teeth chattered, and he could hardly crawl away from the dreadful spot. " How horrible!" he cried out. "What awful den have I come to in my travels? May Buddha help me or I am lost. Is it possible that that kind old waman is really the cannibal goblin? When she comes back she will show herself in her true character and eat me up in one mouthful!"
With these words his strength came back to him and, snatching up his hat and staff, he rushed out of the house as fast his legs could carry him. Out into the night he ran, his one thought to get as fast as he could from the goblin's haunt. He had not gone far when he heard steps behind him and voice crying: " Stop! Stop!"
He ran on, redoubling his speed, pretending not to hear. As he ran he heard the steps behind him come nearer, and at last he recognized the old woman's voice which grew louder and louder as she came nearer. " Stop! Stop, you wicked man. Why did you look into the forbidden room?"
The priest quite forgot how tried he
and his feet flew over the ground faster
than ever. Fear gave him strength,
knew that if the goblin caught him
soon be one of her victims. With all
heart he repeated the prayer to Buddha:
" Namu Amida Butsu, Namu Amida
And after him rushed the dreadful old
her hair flying in the wind, and her
changing with ragee into the demon
was. In her hand she carried a large
knife, and she still shrieked after
" Stop! Stop!"
At last, when the priest felt he could
no more, the dawn broke, and with the
of night the goblin vanished and he
The priest now knew that he had met
of Adachigahara, the story of whom
often heard but never believed to be
He felt that he owed his wonderful
to the protection of Buddha to whom
prayed for help, so he took out his
and bowing his head as the sun rose
his prayers and made his thanksgiving
He then set forward for another part
country, only too glad to leave the
plain behind him.
|The Ogre of RASHOMON
|Long, long ago in Kyoto, the people of the
city were terrified by accounts of
ogre, who, it was said, haunted the
of Rashomon at twilight and seized
passed by. The missing victims were
seen again, so it was whispered that
ogre was a horrible cannibal, who not
killed the unhappy victims but ate
Now everybody in the town and neighborhood
was in great fear, and no one dareventure
out after sunset near the Gate of Rashomon.
Now at this time there lived in Kyoto
named Raiko, who had made himself famous
for his brave deeds. Sometime before
he made the country ring with his name,
he had attacked Oeyama, where a band
lived with their chief, who instead
drank the blood of human beings. He
them all and cut off the head of the
This brave warrior was always followed by a band of faithful knights. In this band there were five knights of great valor. One evening as the five knights sat at a feast quaffing sake in their rice bowls and eating all kinds of fish, raw, and stewed, and broiled, and toasting each other's health and exploits, the first knight, Hojo, said to the others:
" Have you all heard the rumor that every evening after sunset there comes an ogre to the Gate of Rashomon, and that he seizes all who pass by?" The second knight, Watanabe, answered him, saying: " Do not talk such nonsense! All the ogres were killed by our chief Raiko at Oeyama! It cannot be true, because even if any ogres did escape from that great killing they would not dare to show themselves in this city, for they know that our brave master would at once attack them if he knew that any of them were still alive!" " Then do you disbelieve what I say, and think that I am telling you a falsehood?" " No, I do not think that you are telling a lie," said Watanabe; " but you have heard some old woman's story which is not worth believing."
" Then the best plan is to prove
I say, by going there yourself and
out yourself whether it is true or
Watanabe, the second knight, could
the thought that his companions should
he was afraid, so he answered quickly:
Of course, I will go at once and find
So Watanabe at once got ready to go-
on his long sword and put on a coat
and tied on his large helmet. When
ready to start his aid to the others:
Give me something that I can prove
Then one of the men got a roll of writing
paper and box of Indian ink and brushes,
and the four comrades wrote their names
a piece of paper.
" I will take this ," said
" and put it on the Gate of Rashomon,
so to-morrow morning will you all go
look at it? I may be able to catch
or two by then!" and he mounted
horse and rode off gallantly.
It was a very dark night, and there was neither moon nor star to light Watanabe on his way. To make the darkness worse a storm came on, the rain fell heavily and the wind howled like wolves in the mountains. Any ordinary man would have trembled at the thought of going out of doors, but Watanabe was a brave warrior and dauntless, and his honor and word were at stake, so he sped on into the night, while his companions listened to the sound of his horse's hoofs dying away in the distance, then shut the sliding shutters close and gathered round the charcoal fire and wondered what would happen- and whether their comrade would encounter one of those horrible ONI.
At last Watanabe reached the Gate of
but peer as he might through the darkness
he could see no sign of an ogre.
" It is just as I thought," said Watanabe to himself; " there are certainly no ogres here; it is only an old woman's story. I will stick this paper on the gate so that the others can see I have been here when they come to-morrow, and then I will take my way home and laugh at them all." He fastened the piece of paper, signed by all his four companions, on the gate, and then turned his horse's head towards home. As he did so he became aware that someone was behind him, and at the same time a voice called out to him to wait. Then his helmet was seized from the back.
" Who are you?" said Watanabe
He then put out his hand and groped
to find out who or what it was that
him by the helmet. As he did so he
something that felt like an arm -it
with hair and as big round as the trunk
a tree! Watanabe knew at once that
the arm of an ogre, so he drew his
and cut at it fiercely.
There was a loud yell of pain, and then the ogre dashed in front of the warrior. Watanabe's eyes grew large with wonder, for he saw that the ogre was taller than the great gate, his eyes were flashing like mirrors in the sunlight, and his huge mouth was wide open, and as the monster breathed, flames shot out of his mouth.
The ogre thought to terrify his foe,
Watanabe never flinched. He attacked
ogre with all his strength, and thus
fought face to face for a long time.
the ogre, finding that he could neither
nor beat Watanabe and that he might
be beaten, took to flight. But Watanabe
determined not to let the monster escape,
put spurs to his horse and gave chase.
But though the knight rode very fast
ogre ran faster, and to his disappointment
he found himself unable to overtake
who was gradually lost to sight.
Watanabe returned to the gate where the fierce fight had taken place, and got down from his horse. As he did do he stumbled upon something lying on the ground. Stopping to pick it up he found that it was one of the ogre's huge arms which he must have slashed off in the fight. His joy was great at having secured such a prize, for this was the best of all proofs of his adventure with the ogre. So he took it up carefully and carried it home as a trophy of his victory.
When he got back, he showed the arm to his comrades, who one and all called him the hero of their band and gave him a great feast. His wonderful deed was soon noised abroad in Kyoto, and people from far and near came to see the ogre's arm.
Watanabe now began to grow uneasy as
he should keep the arm in safety, for
knew that the ogre to whom it belonged
still alive. He felt sure that one
other, as soon as the ogre got over
he would come to try to get his arm
again. Watanabe therefore had an box
of the strongest wood and banded with
In this he placed the arm, and then
down the heavy lid, refusing to open
any one. He kept the box in his own
and took charge of it himself, never
it out of his sight.
Now one night he heard some one knocking
at the porch, asking for admittance.
the servant went to the door to see
was, there was only an old woman, very
in appearance. On being asked who she
and what was her business, the old
replied with a smile that she had been
to the master of the house when he
If the lord of the house were at home
begged to be allowed to see him.
The servant left the old woman at the
and went to tell his master that his
nurse had come to see him. Watanabe
It strange that she should come at
of night, but at the thought of his
who had been like a foster-mother to
and whom he had not seen for a long
a very tender feeling sprang up for
his heart. He ordered the servant to
The old woman was ushered into the
and after the customary bows and greetings
were over, she said:
" Master, the report of your brave fight with the ogre at the Gate of Rashomon is so widely known that even your poor old nurse has heard of it. Is it really true, what every one says, that you cut off one of the ogre's arms? If you did, your deed is highly to be praised!"
" I was very disappointed,"
Watanabe, "that I was not able
the monster captive, which was what
to do, instead of only cutting off
" I am very proud to think," answered the old woman, " that my master was so brave as to dare to cut off an ogre's arm. There is nothing that can be compared to your courage. Before I die it is the great wish of my life to see this arm," she added pleadingly.
" No, said Watanabe, " I
but I cannot grant your request."
" But why ?" asked the old
"Because," replied Watanabe,
are very revengeful creatures, and
if I open
the box there is no telling but that
ogre may suddenly appear and carry
arm. I have had a box made on purpose
a very strong lid, and I never show
any one, whatever happens."
" Your precaution is very reasonable,"
said the old woman. "But I am
nurse, so surely you will not refuse
me the arm. I have only just heard
brave act, and not being able to wait
the morning I came at once to ask you
show it to me."
Watanabe was very troubled at the old woman's pleading, but he still persisted in refusing. Then the old woman said:
"Do you suspect me of being a
by the ogre?"
"No, of course I do not suspect you of being the ogre's spy, for you are my old nurse," answered Watanabe.
"Then you cannot surely refuse
me the arm any longer," entreated
old woman; "for it is the great
of my heart to see for once in my life
arm of an ogre!"
Watanabe could not hold out in his
any longer, so he gave in at last,
"Then I will show you the ogre's arm since you so earnestly wish to see it. Come, follow me!" and he led the way to his own room, the old woman following.
When they were both in the room Watanabe
shut the door carefully, and then going
a big box which stood in a corner of
room, he took off the heavy lid. He
called to the old woman to come near
look in, for he never took the arm
"What is it like? Let me have
look at it," said the old nurse,
a joyful face.
She came nearer and nearer, as if she
afraid, till she stood right against
box. Suddenly she plunged her hand
box and seized the arm, crying with
voice which made the room shake:
"Oh, joy! I have got my arm back
And from an old woman she was suddenly
into the towering figure of the frightful
Watanabe sprang back and was unable
for a moment, so great was his astonishment;
but recognizing the ogre who had attacked
him at the Gate of Rashomon, he determined
with his usual courage to put an end
this time. He seized his sword, drew
of its sheath. In a flash, and tried
the ogre down.
So quick was Watanabe that the creature
a narrow escape. But the ogre sprang
the ceiling, and bursting through the
disappeared in the mist and clouds.
In this way the ogre escaped with his arm. The knight gnashed his teeth with disappointment, but that was all he could do. He waited in patience for another opportunity to dispatch the ogre. But the latter was afraid of Watanabe's great strength and daring, and never troubled Kyoto again. So once more the people of the city were able to go out without fear even at night time, and the brave deeds of Watanabe have never been forgotten!
|The Quarrel of the Monkey and the Crab
|Long, long ago, one bright autumn day in
Japan, it happened that a pink-faced
and a yellow crab were playing together
the bank of a river. As they were running
about, the crab found a rice-dumpling
the monkey a persimmon-seed.
The crab picked up the rice-dumpling
showed it to the monkey, saying:
" Look what a nice thing I have
Then the monkey held up his persimmon-seed
" I also have found something
Now though the monkey is always very fond of persimmon fruit, he had no use for the seed he had just found. The persimon-seed is as hard and uneatable as a stone. He, therefore, in his greedy nature, felt very envious of the crab's nice dumpling, and he propose an exchange. The crab naturally did not see why he should give up his prize for a hard stone-like seed, and would not consent to the monkey's proposition.
Then the cunning monkey began to persuade
the crab, saying:
" How unwise you are not to think of the future! Your rice-dumpling can be eaten now, and is certainly much bigger than my seed; but if you sow this seed in the ground it will soon grow and become a great tree in a few years, and bear an abundance of fine ripe persimmons year after year. If only I could show it to you then with the yellow fruit hanging on its branches! Of course, if you don't believe me I shall sow it myself; though I am sure, later on, you will be very sorry that you did not take my advice."
The simple-minded crab could not resist the monkey's clever persuasion. He at last gave in and consented to the monkey's proposal, and the exchange was made. The greedy monkey soon gobbled up the dumpling, and with great reluctance gave up the persimmon-seed to the crab. He would liked to keep that too, but he was afraid of making the crab angry and of being pinched by his sharp scissor-like claws. They then separated , the monkey going home to his forest trees and the crab to his stones along the river-side. As soon as the crab reached home he put the persimmon-seed in the ground as the monkey had told him.
In the following spring the crab was
to see the shoot of a young tree push
way up through the ground. Each year
bigger. It at last blossomed one spring,
and in the following autumn bore some
Among the broad smooth green leaves the fruit hung like golden balls, and as they ripened they mellowed to a deep orange. It was the little crab's pleasure to go out day by day and sit in the sun and put out his long eyes in the some way as a snail puts out its horn, and watch the persimmons ripening to perfection.
" How delicious they will be to
he said to himself.
At last, one day, he knew the persimmons must be quite ripe and he wanted very much to taste one. He made several attempts to climb the tree, in the vein hope of reaching one of the beautiful persimmons hanging above him; but he failed each time, for a crab's legs are not made for climbing trees but only for running along the ground and over stones, both of which he can do most cleverly. In his dilemma he thought of his playmate the monkey, who, he knew , could climb trees better than any one else in the world. He determined to ask the monkey to help him, and set out to find him.
Running crab-fashion up the stony river
over the pathways into the shadowy
the crab at last found the monkey taking
an afternoon nap in his favorite pine-tree,
with is tail curled tight around a
to prevent him from falling off in
He was soon wide awake, however, when
heard himself called, and eagerly listening
to what the crab told him.
When he heard that the seed which he
long ago exchanged for a rice-dumpling
grown into a tree and was now bearing
fruit, he was delighted , for he at
devised a cunning plan which would
all the persimmons for himself.
He consented to go with the crab to
the fruit for him. When they both reached
the spot, the monkey wa astonished
what a fine tree had sprung from the
, and with what a number of ripe persimmons
the branches were loaded.
He quickly climbed the tree and began
pluck and eat, as fast as he could,
after another. Each time he chose the
and ripest he could find, and went
till he could eat no more. Not one
he give to the poor hungry crab waiting
and when he had finished there was
but the hard, unripe fruit left.
You can imagine the feelings of the poor crab after waiting patiently, for so long as he had done, for the tree to grow and the fruit to ripen, when he saw the monkey devouring all the good persimmons. He was so disappointed that he ran round and round the tree calling to the monkey to remember his promise. The monkey at first took no notice of the crab's complaints, but at last he picked out the hardest, greenest persimmon he could find and aimed it at the crab's head. The persimmon is as hard as stone when it is unripe. The monkey's missile struck home and the crab was sorely hurt by the blow. Again and again, as fast as he could pick them, the monkey pulled off the hardest persimmons and threw them at the defenseless crab till he dropped dead, covered with wounds all over his body. There he lay a pitiful sight at the foot of the tree he had himself planted.
When the wicked monkey saw that he
the crab he ran away from the spot
as he could, in fear and trembling,
a coward as he was.
Now the crab had a son who had been
with a friend not far from the spot
this sad work had taken place. On the
home he came across his father dead,
most dreadful condition his head was
and his shell broken in several places,
around his body lay the unripe persimmons
which had done their deadly work.
At this dreadful sight the poor young
sat down and wept.
But when he had wept for some time he told himself that this crying would do no good; it was his duty to avenge his father's murder, and this he determined to do. He looked about for some clue which would lead him to discover the murderer. Looking up at the tree he noticed that the best fruit had gone, and that all around lay bits of peel and numerous seeds strewn on the ground as well as the unripe persimmons which had evidently been thrown at his father. Then he understood that the monkey was the murderer, for he now remembered that his father had once told him the story of the rice-dumpling and the persimmon-seed. The young crab knew that monkeys liked persimmons above all other fruit, and he felt sure that his greed for the coveted fruit had been the cause of the old crab's death. Alas!
He had first thought of going to attack
monkey at once, for he burned with
Second thoughts, however, told him
was useless, for the monkey was an
cunning animal and would be hard to
He must meet cunning with cunning and
some of his friends to help him, for
it would be quite out of his power
The young crab set out at once to call on the mortar, his father's old friend, and told him of all that had happened. He besought the mortar with tears to help him avenge his father's death. The mortar was very sorry when he heard the woeful tale and promised at once to help the young crab punish the monkey to death. He warned him that he must be very careful in what he did, for the monkey was a strong and cunning enemy. The mortar now sent to fetch the bee and the chestnut ( also the crab's old friends) to consult them about the matter. In a short time the bee and the chestnut arrived. When they were told all the details of the old crab's death and of the monkey's wickedness and greed, they both gladly consented to help the young crab in his revenge.
After talking for a long time as to
and means of carrying out their plans
separated , and Mr. Mortar went home
the young crab to help him bury his
While all this was taking place the
was congratulating himself ( as the
often do before their punishment comes
them) on all he had done so neatly.
it quite a fine thing that he had robbed
his friend of all his ripe persimmons
then that he had killed him. Still,
as hard as he might, he could not banish
altogether the fear of the consequences
his evil deeds be discovered.
If he were found out ( and he told himself that this could not be for he had escaped unseen) the crab's family would be sure to bear him hatred and seek to take revenge on him. So he would not go out, and kept to himself for several days. He found this kind of life , however, extremely dull. accustomed as he was to the free life of the woods, and at last he said:
" No one knows that it was I who
the crab! I am sure that the old thing
his last before I left him. Dead crabs
no mouths! Who is there to tell that
the murderer? Since no one knows, what
the use of shutting myself up and brooding
over the matter? What is done cannot
With this he wandered out into the crab settlement and crept about as slyly as possible near the crab's house and tried to hear the neighbors' gossip round about. He wanted to find out what the crabs were saying about their chief's death, for the old crab had been the chief of the tribe. But he heard nothing and said to himself:
" They are all such fools that they don't know and don't care who murdered their chief!"
Little did he know in his so-called " monkey's wisdom" that this seeming unconcern was part of the young crab's plan. He purposely pretended not to know who killed his father, and also to believe that he had met his death through his own fault. By this means he could better keep secret the revenge on the monkey, which he was meditating.
So the monkey returned home from his
quite content. He told himself he had
now to fear.
One fine day, when the monkey was sitting
at home, he was surprised by the appearance
of a messenger from the young crab.
he was wondering what this might mean,
messenger bowed before him and said:
" I have been sent by my master to inform you that his father died the other day in falling from a persimmon tree while trying to climb the tree after fruit. This, being the seventh day, is the first anniversary after his death, and my master has prepared a little festival in his father's honor, and bids you come to participate in it as you were one of his best friends. My master hopes you will honor his house with your kind visit."
When the monkey heard these words he rejoyced in his inmost heart, fo all his fears of being suspected were now at rest. He could not guess that a plot had just been set in motion against him. He pretended to be very surprised at the news of the crab's death, and said:
" I am, indeed, very sorry to hear of your chief's death. We were great friends as you know. I remember that we once exchanged a rice-dumpling for a persimmon-seed. It grieves me much to think that that seed was in the end the cause of his death. I accept your kind invitation with many thanks. I shall be delighted to do honor to my poor old friend!" And he screwed some false tears from his eyed.
The messenger laughed inwardly and thought, " The wicked monkey is now dropping false tears, but within a short time he shall shed real ones." But aloud he thanked the monkey politely and went home. When he had gone, the wicked monkey laughed aloud at what he thought was the young crab's innocence, and without the least feeling began to look forward to the feast to be held that day in honor of the dead crab, to which he had been invited. He changed his dress and set out solemnly to visit the young crab.
He found all the members of the crab's family and his relatives waiting to receive and welcome him. As soon as the bows of meeting were over they led him to a hall. Here the young chief mourner came to receive him. Expressions of condolence and thanks were exchanged between them, and then they all sat down to a luxurious feast and entertained the monkey as the guest of honor. The feast over, he was next invited to the tea-ceremony room to drink a cup of tea. When the young crab had conducted the monkey to the tea-room he left him and retired. Time passed and still he did not return. At last the monkey became impatient. He said to himself:
" This tea ceremony is always
slow affair. I an tired of waiting
I am very thirsty after drinking so
Sake at the dinner!"
He then approached the charcoal fire-place and began to pour out some hot water from the kettle boiling there, when something burst out from the ashes with a great pop and hit the monkey right in the neck. It was the chestnut, one of the crab's friends , who had hidden himself in the fire-place. The monkey, aken by surprise, jumped backward, and then started to run out of the room. The bee, who was hiding outside the screens, now flew out and stung him on the cheek. The monkey was in great pain, his neck was burned by the chestnut and his face badly stung by the bee, but he ran on screaming and chattering with rage.
Now the stone mortar had hidden himself with several other stones on the top of the crab's gate, and as the monkey ran underneath, the mortar and all fell down on the top of the monkey's head. Was it possible for the monkey to bear the weight of the mortar falling on him from the top of the gate? He lay crashed and in great pain, quite unable to get up. As he lay there helpless the young crab came up, and holding his great claw scissors over the monkey, he said:
" Do you now remember that you
the monkey brokenly.
" Of course," said the young
" It "was-your-father's-fault-not-mine!" gasped the unrepentant monkey.
" Can you still lie?" I will soon put an end to your breath!" and with that he cut off the monkey's head with his pincher claws. Thus the wicked monkey met his well-merited punishment, and the young crab avenged his father's death.
This is the end of the story of the
the crab, and the persimmon-seed.