Deep in the forest a hundred miles away
A mountainous man is towing
The moon across the darkened sky.
He trudges, pulling at the rope
Tied around his waste to spread light
To the otherwise dark places in the world.
But the trickster fox has been gnawing
At the rope, and it snaps.
In terror the mountainous man turns
To watch the moon float
And disappear, laughing, into deep space
Where it will find freedom amongst the stars.
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