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How The Wicked Tanuki Was Punished
The hunters had hunted the wood for so many years that no wild animal was any more to
be found in it. You might walk from one end to the other without ever seeing a hare, or a
deer, or a boar, or hearing the cooing of the doves in their nest. If they were not dead,
they had flown elsewhere. Only three creatures remained alive, and they had hidden
themselves in the thickest part of the forest, high up the mountain. These were a grey-
furred, long-tailed tanuki, his wife the fox, who was one of his own family, and their little
The fox and the tanuki were very clever, prudent beasts, and they also were skilled in
magic, and by this means had escaped the fate of their unfortunate friends. If they heard
the twang of an arrow or saw the glitter of a spear, ever so far off, they lay very still, and
were not to be tempted from their hiding-place, if their hunger was ever so great, or the
game ever so delicious. 'We are not so foolish as to risk our lives,' they said to each other
proudly. But at length there came a day when, in spite of their prudence, they seemed
likely to die of starvation, for no more food was to be had. Something had to be done, but
they did not know what.
Suddenly a bright thought struck the tanuki. 'I have got a plan,' he cried joyfully to his
wife. 'I will pretend to be dead, and you must change yourself into a man, and take me to
the village for sale. It will be easy to find a buyer, tanukis' skins are always wanted; then
buy some food with the money and come home again. I will manage to escape somehow,
so do not worry about me.'
The fox laughed with delight, and rubbed her paws together with satisfaction. 'Well, next
time I will go,' she said, 'and you can sell me.' And then she changed herself into a man,
and picking up the stiff body of the tanuki, set off towards the village. She found him
rather heavy, but it would never have done to let him walk through the wood and risk his
being seen by somebody.
As the tanaki had foretold, buyers were many, and the fox handed him over to the person
who offered the largest price, and hurried to get some food with the money. The buyer
took the tanuki back to his house, and throwing him into a corner went out. Directly the
tanaki found he was alone, he crept cautiously through a chink of the window, thinking,
as he did so, how lucky it was that he was not a fox, and was able to climb. Once outside,
he hid himself in a ditch till it grew dusk, and then galloped away into the forest.
While the food lasted they were all three as happy as kings; but there soon arrived a day
when the larder was as empty as ever. 'It is my turn now to pretend to be dead,' cried the
fox. So the tanuki changed himself into a peasant, and started for the village, with his
wife's body hanging over his shoulder. A buyer was not long in coming forward, and
while they were making the bargain a wicked thought darted into the tanuki's head, that if
he got rid of the fox there would be more food for him and his son. So as he put the