Retold by Marcella Fisher AndersonIt is said that long ago a young Japanese boy named Jiro lived near a village by the sea, a tiny village of only 122 people.
Jiro watched the children run to the sand flats to pick up shells they had never seen before.
Jiro ran inside again to the earthenware pot filled with charcoal still hot from his morning tea.
You were left in charge of it.
What will your grandfather say?”
Before Jiro could answer, someone shouted, “Look! Grandfather bowed back.
When he straightened, his eyes took in the glowing remains of his little house.
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