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Japanese Fairy Tales: The Cat's Elopement

This story is part of the Japanese Fairy Tales unit. Story source: The Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang and illustrated by H. J. Ford (1897).


The Cat's Elopement


Once upon a time there lived a cat of marvellous beauty with a skin as soft and shining as silk, and wise green eyes that could see even in the dark. His name was Gon, and he belonged to a music teacher who was so fond and proud of him that he would not have parted with him for anything in the world.

Now not far from the music master's house there dwelt a lady who possessed a most lovely little pussy cat called Koma. She was such a little dear altogether, and blinked her eyes so daintily, and ate her supper so tidily, and, when she had finished, she licked her pink nose so delicately with her little tongue that her mistress was never tired of saying, 'Koma, Koma, what should I do without you?'

Well, it happened one day that these two, when out for an evening stroll, met under a cherry tree and, in one moment, fell madly in love with each other.

Gon had long felt that it was time for him to find a wife for all the ladies in the neighbourhood paid him so much attention that it made him quite shy, but he was not easy to please and did not care about any of them. Now, before he had time to think, Cupid had entangled him in his net, and he was filled with love towards Koma. She fully returned his passion but, like a woman, she saw the difficulties in the way and consulted sadly with Gon as to the means of overcoming them.

Gon entreated his master to set matters right by buying Koma, but her mistress would not part from her. Then the music master was asked to sell Gon to the lady, but he declined to listen to any such suggestion, so everything remained as before.

At length the love of the couple grew to such a pitch that they determined to please themselves and to seek their fortunes together. So one moonlight night they stole away and ventured out into an unknown world. All day long they marched bravely on through the sunshine till they had left their homes far behind them, and towards evening they found themselves in a large park.

The wanderers by this time were very hot and tired, and the grass looked very soft and inviting, and the trees cast cool deep shadows, when suddenly an ogre appeared in this Paradise, in the shape of a big, big dog!

He came springing towards them showing all his teeth, and Koma shrieked and rushed up a cherry tree. Gon, however, stood his ground boldly and prepared to give battle, for he felt that Koma's eyes were upon him and that he must not run away. But, alas! his courage would have availed him nothing had his enemy once touched him, for he was large and powerful, and very fierce.

From her perch in the tree Koma saw it all and screamed with all her might, hoping that someone would hear and come to help. Luckily a servant of the princess to whom the park belonged was walking by, and he drove off the dog and, picking up the trembling Gon in his arms, carried him to his mistress.

So poor little Koma was left alone, while Gon was borne away full of trouble, not in the least knowing what to do. Even the attention paid him by the princess, who was delighted with his beauty and pretty ways, did not console him, but there was no use in fighting against fate, and he could only wait and see what would turn up.

The princess, Gon's new mistress, was so good and kind that everybody loved her, and she would have led a happy life had it not been for a serpent who had fallen in love with her and was constantly annoying her by his presence. Her servants had orders to drive him away as often as he appeared, but as they were careless, and the serpent very sly, it sometimes happened that he was able to slip past them and to frighten the princess by appearing before her.

One day she was seated in her room, playing on her favourite musical instrument, when she felt something gliding up her sash, and saw her enemy making his way to kiss her cheek. She shrieked and threw herself backwards, and Gon, who had been curled up on a stool at her feet, understood her terror, and with one bound seized the snake by his neck. He gave him one bite and one shake, and flung him on the ground where he lay, never to worry the princess any more. Then she took Gon in her arms, and praised and caressed him, and saw that he had the nicest bits to eat, and the softest mats to lie on, and he would have had nothing in the world to wish for if only he could have seen Koma again.

Time passed on, and one morning Gon lay before the house door, basking in the sun. He looked lazily at the world stretched out before him and saw in the distance a big ruffian of a cat teasing and ill-treating quite a little one. He jumped up, full of rage, and chased away the big cat, and then he turned to comfort the little one, when his heart nearly burst with joy to find that it was Koma.

At first Koma did not know him again, he had grown so large and stately, but when it dawned upon her who it was, her happiness knew no bounds. And they rubbed their heads and their noses again and again, while their purring might have been heard a mile off.

Paw in paw they appeared before the princess and told her the story of their life and its sorrows.


The princess wept for sympathy and promised that they should never more be parted, but should live with her to the end of their days.

By-and-by the princess herself got married and brought a prince to dwell in the palace in the park. And she told him all about her two cats, and how brave Gon had been, and how he had delivered her from her enemy the serpent. And when the prince heard, he swore they should never leave them but should go with the princess wherever she went.

So it all fell out as the princess wished, and Gon and Koma had many children, and so had the princess, and they all played together, and were friends to the end of their lives.







(1100 words)






Myth-Folklore Unit: Japanese Fairy Tales (Lang)

Overview. These Japanese fairy tales retold by Andrew Lang focus on the adventures of the tanuki, a shape-shifting trickster sometimes called a "raccoon dog" in English, along with other magical creatures such as a supernatural sparrow (although she is not really a sparrow after all!), and the cat demons who dread the dog named Schippeitaro. There are love stories too, like the Japanese Cinderella-type story of "The Maiden with the Wooden Helmet," along with a very sweet love story about two devoted cats. Finally, you will read about the adventures of Urashimataro who rides on the back of a giant turtle into the depths of the sea and falls in love with the lovely princess Otohime, daughter of Ringu, the god of the sea.

Language. The book is written in contemporary English, so the language used should not pose any problems.

Story Length. These are all single-page stories, but on the long side, so there are only twelve of them.

Navigation. You will find the table of contents below, and you can also use this link to see the story posts displayed on a single page: Japanese Fairy Tales (Lang).



Free audiobooks available:

READING A:
  1. The Two Frogs
  2. The Stonecutter
  3. The Maiden with the Wooden Helmet
  4. The Envious Neighbour
  5. The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue
  6. The Cat's Elopement
READING B:
  1. Schippeitaro
  2. The Crab and the Monkey
  3. The Magic Kettle
  4. How the Wicked Tanuki was Punished
  5. The Slaying of the Tanuki
  6. Uraschimataro and the Turtle



Myth-Folklore Book: The Pink Fairy Book

This book is part of the Japanese Fairy Tales unit.

The Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang, illustrated by H. J. Ford (1897).

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Table of Contents

The Cat's Elopement
How the Dragon Was Tricked
The Goblin and the Grocer
The House in the Wood
Uraschimataro and the Turtle
The Slaying of the Tanuki
The Flying Trunk
The Snow-man
The Shirt-collar
The Princess in the Chest
The Three Brothers
The Snow-queen
The Fir-tree
Hans, the Mermaid's Son
Peter Bull
The Bird 'Grip'
Snowflake
I Know What I Have Learned
The Cunning Shoemaker
The King Who Would Have a Beautiful Wife
Catherine and Her Destiny
How the Hermit Helped to Win the King's Daughter
The Water of Life
The Wounded Lion
The Man Without a Heart
The Two Brothers
Master and Pupil
The Golden Lion
The Sprig of Rosemary
The White Dove
The Troll's Daughter
Esben and the Witch
Princess Minon-minette
Maiden Bright-eye
The Merry Wives
King Lindorm
The Jackal, the Dove, and the Panther
The Little Hare
The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue
The Story of Ciccu


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Japanese Fairy Tales: The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue

This story is part of the Japanese Fairy Tales unit. Story source: The Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang and illustrated by H. J. Ford (1897).


The Sparrow with the Slit Tongue






A long long time ago, an old couple dwelt in the very heart of a high mountain. They lived together in peace and harmony although they were very different in character, the man being good-natured and honest, and the wife being greedy and quarrelsome when anyone came her way that she could possibly quarrel with.

One day the old man was sitting in front of his cottage, as he was very fond of doing, when he saw flying towards him a little sparrow, followed by a big black raven. The poor little thing was very much frightened and cried out as it flew, and the great bird came behind it terribly fast, flapping its wings and craning its beak, for it was hungry and wanted some dinner. But as they drew near the old man, he jumped up and beat back the raven, which mounted with hoarse screams of disappointment into the sky, and the little bird, freed from its enemy, nestled into the old man's hand, and he carried it into the house.

He stroked its feathers and told it not to be afraid for it was quite safe, but as he still felt its heart beating, he put it into a cage where it soon plucked up courage to twitter and hop about. The old man was fond of all creatures, and every morning he used to open the cage door, and the sparrow flew happily about until it caught sight of a cat or a rat or some other fierce beast, when it would instantly return to the cage, knowing that there no harm could come to it.

The woman, who was always on the look-out for something to grumble at, grew very jealous of her husband's affection for the bird and would gladly have done it some harm had she dared.

At last, one morning her opportunity came. Her husband had gone to the town some miles away down the mountain and would not be back for several hours, but before he left, he did not forget to open the door of the cage. The sparrow hopped about as usual, twittering happily, and thinking no evil, and all the while the woman's brow became blacker and blacker, and at length her fury broke out. She threw her broom at the bird, who was perched on a bracket high up on the wall. The broom missed the bird, but knocked down and broke the vase on the bracket, which did not soothe the angry woman. Then she chased it from place to place, and at last had it safe between her fingers, almost as frightened as on the day that it had made its first entrance into the hut.

By this time the woman was more furious than ever. If she had dared, she would have killed the sparrow then and there, but as it was she only ventured to slit its tongue. The bird struggled and piped, but there was no one to hear it, and then, crying out loud with the pain, it flew from the house and was lost in the depths of the forest.

By-and-by the old man came back and at once began to ask for his pet. His wife, who was still in a very bad temper, told him the whole story and scolded him roundly for being so silly as to make such a fuss over a bird.

But the old man, who was much troubled, declared she was a bad, hard-hearted woman to have behaved so to a poor harmless bird; then he left the house,and went into the forest to seek for his pet. He walked many hours, whistling and calling for it, but it never came, and he went sadly home, resolved to be out with the dawn and never to rest till he had brought the wanderer back. Day after day he searched and called, and evening after evening he returned in despair. At length he gave up hope and made up his mind that he should see his little friend no more.

One hot summer morning, the old man was walking slowly under the cool shadows of the big trees and, without thinking where he was going, he entered a bamboo thicket. As the bamboos became thinner, he found himself opposite to a beautiful garden, in the centre of which stood a tiny spick-and-span little house, and out of the house came a lovely maiden who unlatched the gate and invited him in the most hospitable way to enter and rest.

'Oh, my dear old friend,' she exclaimed, 'how glad I am you have found me at last! I am your little sparrow, whose life you saved and whom you took such care of.'

The old man seized her hands eagerly, but no time was given him to ask any questions for the maiden drew him into the house, and set food before him, and waited on him herself.

While he was eating, the damsel and her maids took their lutes, and sang and danced to him, and altogether the hours passed so swiftly that the old man never saw that darkness had come or remembered the scolding he would get from his wife for returning home so late.

Thus, in dancing and singing, and talking over the days when the maiden was a sparrow hopping in and out of her cage, the night passed away, and when the first rays of sun broke through the hedge of bamboo, the old man started up, thanked his hostess for her friendly welcome, and prepared to say farewell.

'I am not going to let you depart like that,' said she. 'I have a present for you, which you must take as a sign of my gratitude.' And as she spoke, her servants brought in two chests, one of them very small, the other large and heavy.

'Now choose which of them you will carry with you.' So the old man chose the small chest, and hid it under his cloak, and set out on his homeward way.

But as he drew near the house his heart sank a little, for he knew what a fury his wife would be in and how she would abuse him for his absence. And it was even worse than he expected. However, long experience had taught him to let her storm and say nothing, so he lit his pipe and waited till she was tired out.

The woman was still raging and did not seem likely to stop when her husband, who by this time had forgotten all about her, drew out the chest from under his cloak and opened it. Oh, what a blaze met his eyes! Gold and precious stones were heaped up to the very lid, and lay dancing in he sunlight.

At the sight of these wonders even the scolding tongue ceased, and the woman approached and took the stones in her hand, setting greedily aside those that were the largest and most costly. Then her voice softened, and she begged him quite politely to tell her where he had spent his evening and how he had come by these wonderful riches. So he told her the whole story, and she listened with amazement till he came to the choice which had been given him between the two chests. At this her tongue broke loose again as she abused him for his folly in taking the little one, and she never rested till her husband had described the exact way which led to the sparrow-princess's house.

When she had got it into her head, she put on her best clothes and set out at once. But in her blind haste she often missed the path, and she wandered for several hours before she at length reached the little house. She walked boldly up to the door and entered the room as if the whole place belonged to her, and quite frightened the poor girl, who was startled at the sight of her old enemy. However, she concealed her feelings as well as she could and bade the intruder welcome, placing before her food and wine, hoping that when she had eaten and drunk she might take her leave. But nothing of the sort.

'You will not let me go without a little present?' said the greedy wife, as she saw no signs of one being offered her.

'Of course not,' replied the girl, and at her orders two chests were brought in as they had been before. The old woman instantly seized the bigger and, staggering under the weight of it, disappeared into the forest, hardly waiting even to say good-bye.

It was a long way to her own house, and the chest seemed to grow heavier at every step. Sometimes she felt as if it would be impossible for her to get on at all, but her greed gave her strength, and at last she arrived at her own door.

She sank down on the threshold, overcome with weariness, but in a moment was on her feet again, fumbling with the lock of the chest. But by this time night had come, and there was no light in the house, and the woman was in too much hurry to get to her treasures, to go and look for one.

At length, however, the lock gave way, and the lid flew open, when — O horror! — instead of gold and jewels, she saw before her serpents with glittering eyes and forky tongues. And they twined themselves about her and darted poison into her veins, and she died, and no man regretted her.



(1600 words)