The Talking Silver Foxes The silver foxes resemble other foxes,
But are yellow,
Fire red,
White in color.
They know how to influence human beings,
Too.
There is a kind of silver fox,
Which can learn to speak like a man in a year's time.
These foxes are called talking foxes.
North of the bay of Karcho,
There is a mountain by the edge of the sea,
Shaped like a tower,
And hence known as Tower Mountain.
On the mountain there is an old temple with the image of a goddess who is known as the old mother of Tower Mountain.
When children fall ill in the surrounding villages,
The magicians often give orders that paper figures of them be burned at her altar.
Or little lime images of them be placed around it,
And for this reason the altar and its surroundings are covered with hundreds of figures of children made in lime.
Paper flowers,
Shoes and clothing are also brought to the old mother and lie in a confusion of colors.
The pilgrimage festivals take place on the third day of the third month and the ninth day of the ninth month,
And then there are theatrical performances and the holy writings are read,
And there is also an annual fair.
The girls and women of the neighborhood burn incense and pray to the goddess.
Parents who have no children go there and pick out one of the little children made of lime and tie a red thread around its neck,
Or even secretly break off a small bit of its body,
Dissolve it in water and drink it.
Then they pray quietly that a child may be sent to them.
Behind the temple is a great cave where in former times some talking foxes used to live.
They would even come out and seat themselves on the point of a steep rock by the wayside.
When a wanderer came by,
They would begin to talk to him in this fashion.
Wait a bit,
Neighbor.
First smoke a pipe.
The traveler would look around in astonishment to see where the voice came from and would become very much frightened.
If he did not happen to be exceptionally brave,
He would begin to perspire with terror and run away.
Then the fox would laugh.
Once a farmer was plowing on the side of the mountain.
When he looked up,
He saw a man with a straw hat,
Wearing a mantle of woven grass and carrying a pick across his shoulder coming along the way.
Neighbor,
Wang,
Said he,
First smoke a pipe full and take a little rest,
Then I will help you plow.
Then he called out,
Hoo,
The way farmers do when they talk to their cattle.
The farmer looked at him more closely and saw then that he was a talking fox.
He waited for a favorable opportunity and when it came,
Gave him a lusty blow with his ox whip.
He struck home,
For the fox screamed deep into the air and ran away.
His straw hat,
His mantle,
All woven grass and the rest he left lying on the ground.
Then the farmer saw that the straw hat was just woven out of potato leaves.
He had cut it in two with his whip.
The mantle was made of oak leaves tied together with little blotches of grass.
And the pick was only the stem of a cowling plant,
To which a bit of brick had been fastened.
Not long after,
A woman in a neighboring village became possessed.
A picture of the head priest,
Of the Taoist,
Was hung up in her room.
But the evil spirit did not depart,
Since there were none who could exorcise devils in the neighborhood,
And the trouble she gave was unendurable.
The woman's relatives decided to send to the temple of the God of War and beg for aid.
But when the fox heard of it,
He said,
I am not afraid of your Taoist high priest nor your God of War.
The only person I fear is your neighbor Wang,
In the eastern village,
Who once struck me cruelly with his whip.
This suited to the people to a tee.
They sent to the eastern village and found out who Wang was.
And Wang took his oak whip and entered the house of the possessed woman.
Then he said in a deep voice,
Where are you?
Where are you?
I have been on your trail for a long time and now at last I have caught you.
With that he snapped his whip.
The fox hissed and spat and flew out of the window.
They had been telling stories about the talking fox of Tower Mountain for more than a hundred years,
When one day a skillful archer came to that part of the country who saw a creature like a fox with a fiery red pelt whose back was striped with grey.
It was lying under a tree.
The archer aimed and shot off its hind foot.
At once it said in a humanoid voice,
I brought myself into this danger because of my love for sleep,
But none may escape their fate.
If you capture me,
You will get at the most no more than five thousand pieces of copper for my pelt.
Why not let me go instead?
I will reward you richly so that all your poverty will come to an end.
But the archer would not listen to him.
He killed him,
Skinned him and sold his pelt,
And sure enough he received five thousand pieces of copper for it.
From that time on the fox spirit ceased to show itself.
The end.
Thank you for listening.
