I do not own either works

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful village on the side of a verdant mountain where the trees would fruit every spring with the most delicious and sweet flesh any had or ever shall taste. At least that was before. The mountain is dying and the trees are dropping their petals too soon. It is frightfully bleak and there is only one hope.

"No." Shotaro stood up and began walking away. "I hate this story. Why do we need to hear it again?"

Mrs. Fuwa settled herself back on her heels and looked reproachfully at her son. "Kyoko does not seem to mind."

It was true, the little girl stared with wonder into the distance waiting for the next piece of the aged fable.

"Do you want to hear the end or not?" It was not a question. Shotaro tramped back and sat down with a bit of violence.

"Good. Now the mountain had been put under a terrible curse by a witch who cast all out..."

The story soon ended and Kyoko yawned and smiled at the woman who was raising her, not mother, better than mother.

"Well that was a waste of time!" Shotaro stood up and stomped to his room.

Mrs. Fuwa picked the little girl up and set her in her little bed.

"Kyoko, do you want to know a secret?"

The little girl looked up with sleepy curiosity shining in her eyes. She slowly shook her head in the affirmative.

"You can not tell anyone."

The little girl shook her head again.

Mrs. Fuwa looked left and right for dramatic effect.

"That mountain is real and out there somewhere. Waiting to be freed from its frightful curse."