A long, long time ago, in a
village near the sea,
there
lived a young fisherman named,
Urashima Taro. Urashima Taro
lived with his aged mother and
was a devoted son who went
out to the sea every day to
catch fish to make a living
for him and his mother.
When the west window was opened, Urashima Taro viewed the wonder of an Autumn sky hanging low over the trees whose leaves were colored yellow and orange and red and coming into the room was a gust of cool autumn wind.
That
same evening, the princess had
a banquet
prepared and Urashima Taro
sampled many
different delicacies, unusual
food and drink
that he had never tasted
before or even seen before.
As he walked
through the streets of the village, All
of the villagers were strangers to him.
he saw
nothing that was familiar to him. He
could
not find his mother and where their house
had
once stood there was now nothing but a
pile
of broken boards and rotting timbers.
He
asked them about the woman and son
who lived
in the house at the edge of the
sea but none
answered until a very old man
stepped
forward. "Oh yes, I remember a story
that my
grandfather once told me about
a young
fisherman named Urashima Taro
who went
fishing one day, three-hundred
years ago but
he never returned."
Suddenly, a huge puff of smoke enveloped
Urashima Taro
and when it cleared, Urashima
Taro was no
longer the young fisherman
returned from the
sea but a very old man
holding a black
lacquer box.
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