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Updated: July 16, 2025
All the time sweet music rained through the air until, as the fisherman strained his eyes toward the fresh-fallen snow on Fuji's crest, he could no longer distinguish the moon-maiden from the fleecy clouds that filled the thin air. Pondering long upon the marvelous apparition, the fisherman resolved to mark the spot where the fairy first descended to earth.
Then with shamed face the fisherman handed to the moon-maiden her feathered robe, which she donned and began to dance. She poured out such sweet strains from her upright flute that with eye and ear full of rapture, the fisherman imagined himself in heaven. Then she sang a sweet song in which she described the delights of life in the moon and the pleasure of celestial residence.
Oh, good sir have pity and give me back my wings," cried the moon-maiden, pressing her hands together in grief. The fisher's heart was touched by the pathos of her voice and the glittering of her tears. "I'll give back your winged-robe if you'll dance and make music for me", said he.
Pearly and lustrous white, like a cloud in the far-off blue sky, seemed the floating figure of the moon-maiden, as she flew to earth. She was one of the fifteen glistening virgins that wait attendant upon the moon in her chambers in the sky.
She laughed so hard that she almost swallowed her betel-nut, which might have been a serious matter. Mr. Owl continued to stare, for he saw nothing funny in the situation. Again he repeated in his hoarse voice, "O fair Moon-Maiden, O beautiful Princess, will you marry me? For I love you very dearly." Again the Princess laughed, for she thought it a tremendous joke; and again she nearly choked. Mr.
Cramming on his spectacles more tightly and ruffling the feathers about his neck, he flew up and up and up, as high as ever he dared to go, until he was within hailing distance of the moon. Then he called out in his softest tones, which were harsh enough to any ears, "O fair Moon-Maiden, O beautiful Princess, will you marry me? For I love you very dearly."
It was in early spring, when the air was full of the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the zephyrs blew so softly that scarce a bamboo leaf quivered, or a wave lapsed with sound on the silvery shore. The moon-maiden was so charmed with the scenery of earth, that she longed to linger above it to gaze tranquilly.
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