The Magic Kettle

: The Crimson Fairy Book

Right in the middle of Japan, high up among the mountains, an old man

lived in his little house. He was very proud of it, and never tired of

admiring the whiteness of his straw mats, and the pretty papered walls,

which in warm weather always slid back, so that the smell of the trees

and flowers might come in.



One day he was standing looking at the mountain opposite, when he heard

a kind of rumbling noise
n the room behind him. He turned round, and in

the corner he beheld a rusty old iron kettle, which could not have seen

the light of day for many years. How the kettle got there the old man

did not know, but he took it up and looked it over carefully, and when

he found that it was quite whole he cleaned the dust off it and carried

it into his kitchen.



'That was a piece of luck,' he said, smiling to himself; 'a good kettle

costs money, and it is as well to have a second one at hand in case of

need; mine is getting worn out, and the water is already beginning to

come through its bottom.'



Then he took the other kettle off the fire, filled the new one with

water, and put it in its place.



No sooner was the water in the kettle getting warm than a strange thing

happened, and the man, who was standing by, thought he must be dreaming.

First the handle of the kettle gradually changed its shape and became a

head, and the spout grew into a tail, while out of the body sprang four

paws, and in a few minutes the man found himself watching, not a kettle,

but a tanuki! The creature jumped off the fire, and bounded about the

room like a kitten, running up the walls and over the ceiling, till the

old man was in an agony lest his pretty room should be spoilt. He cried

to a neighbour for help, and between them they managed to catch the

tanuki, and shut him up safely in a wooden chest. Then, quite exhausted,

they sat down on the mats, and consulted together what they should do

with this troublesome beast. At length they decided to sell him, and

bade a child who was passing send them a certain tradesman called Jimmu.



When Jimmu arrived, the old man told him that he had something which he

wished to get rid of, and lifted the lid of the wooden chest, where

he had shut up the tanuki. But, to his surprise, no tanuki was there,

nothing but the kettle he had found in the corner. It was certainly very

odd, but the man remembered what had taken place on the fire, and did

not want to keep the kettle any more, so after a little bargaining about

the price, Jimmu went away carrying the kettle with him.



Now Jimmu had not gone very far before he felt that the kettle was

getting heavier and heavier, and by the time he reached home he was so

tired that he was thankful to put it down in the corner of his room, and

then forgot all about it. In the middle of the night, however, he was

awakened by a loud noise in the corner where the kettle stood, and

raised himself up in bed to see what it was. But nothing was there

except the kettle, which seemed quiet enough. He thought that he must

have been dreaming, and fell asleep again, only to be roused a second

time by the same disturbance. He jumped up and went to the corner, and

by the light of the lamp that he always kept burning he saw that the

kettle had become a tanuki, which was running round after his tail.

After he grew weary of that, he ran on the balcony, where he turned

several somersaults, from pure gladness of heart. The tradesman was

much troubled as to what to do with the animal, and it was only towards

morning that he managed to get any sleep; but when he opened his eyes

again there was no tanuki, only the old kettle he had left there the

night before.



As soon as he had tidied his house, Jimmu set off to tell his story to

a friend next door. The man listened quietly, and did not appear so

surprised as Jimmu expected, for he recollected having heard, in his

youth, something about a wonder-working kettle. 'Go and travel with

it, and show it off,' said he, 'and you will become a rich man; but be

careful first to ask the tanuki's leave, and also to perform some magic

ceremonies to prevent him from running away at the sight of the people.'



Jimmu thanked his friend for his counsel, which he followed exactly. The

tanuki's consent was obtained, a booth was built, and a notice was hung

up outside it inviting the people to come and witness the most wonderful

transformation that ever was seen.



They came in crowds, and the kettle was passed from hand to hand, and

they were allowed to examine it all over, and even to look inside. Then

Jimmu took it back, and setting it on the platform, commanded it to

become a tanuki. In an instant the handle began to change into a head,

and the spout into a tail, while the four paws appeared at the sides.

'Dance,' said Jimmu, and the tanuki did his steps, and moved first on

one side and then on the other, till the people could not stand still

any longer, and began to dance too. Gracefully he led the fan dance, and

glided without a pause into the shadow dance and the umbrella dance, and

it seemed as if he might go on dancing for ever. And so very likely

he would, if Jimmu had not declared he had danced enough, and that the

booth must now be closed.



Day after day the booth was so full it was hardly possible to enter it,

and what the neighbour foretold had come to pass, and Jimmu was a rich

man. Yet he did not feel happy. He was an honest man, and he thought

that he owed some of his wealth to the man from whom he had bought

the kettle. So, one morning, he put a hundred gold pieces into it, and

hanging the kettle once more on his arm, he returned to the seller of

it. 'I have no right to keep it any longer,' he added when he had ended

his tale, 'so I have brought it back to you, and inside you will find a

hundred gold pieces as the price of its hire.'



The man thanked Jimmu, and said that few people would have been as

honest as he. And the kettle brought them both luck, and everything went

well with them till they died, which they did when they were very old,

respected by everyone.



[Adapted from Japanische Mahrchen]



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