First off I would like to thank everyone who follows me through my ride in the realms of art here on DA, we have reached 300+ watchers yaay! I'm very greatful to you all and delighted to see that people are interested in the things my mind comes up with
I forgot to update when I came home from the UK but better later than never right? ^^" So yes I'm home right now for some time, temporarily as I'll be heading off abroad again soon. Until then I'm doing some drawings as always +writing for my novel, commission work and whatnot.
I was also tidying up my room that I abandoned for 6 months (I missed my drawing desk sooo bad! xD)and at that time I found something really special to me between a pile of books and in an instant a huge wave of nostalgia ran over me... I literally had to sit down it was so intense.
Now this may not be that big deal for people but for me.. ahh I was so happy to find out that it still exists! A small storybook that my Mother used to read for me at bedtime when I was a small child, its a storybook by Hirata Shogo. (I think the story is originally Chinese and Hirata's adaptation is the Japanese) the English name of the book I have no idea about. In Hungarian it's called "Az elgurult rízsgombóc" which literally means "The rolled rice dumpling" or in the story's case "The lost rice dumpling".
It's a story about an old married couple who live very poorly. The grandpa goes every day to the local market to sell some of their firewood that he gathered from the forest. One day he was out on his normal daily routine, gathering loopings, and after he was done he decided to eat a few dumplings for breakfast and shared it with the animals of the forest also. Suddenly one of the rice dumplings slipped from his hands and started to roll down a steep hill and it fell into a large hole at the bottom of the hill.
Grandpa and the wild animals(Deer, rabbits, birds, monkeys) of the forest started to investigate this hole in the ground, then they heard mice squeaking in joy. It came from the hole below and it was so entrancing that grandpa threw another rice dumpling down the blackness and every time he did that the mice's singing/squeaking became louder and more intense. He and the animals found it great and started to dance to their rhythm, but grandpa slipped and fell into the hole where he was greeted by mice with lanterns and showed him to the prince of the mouse country. The prince was happy to have him as a guest in exchange for the excellent rice dumplings he threw down for them earlier.
Grandpa was given a huge buffet of food and drinks he was treated as royalty. When he realized it was time to go to the market to sell the firewood he parted with the mice and their prince but before he left they gave him a hammer that is said to bring good fortune.
He then made his way back to the village but only to find that no one is willing to buy anymore firewood as everybody already bought a batch for today from another merchant.
Disappointed, he returned home to Grandma with not so good news about his sales, but she wasn't mad at him, they'll just have to eat potatoes again for lunch.
All of a sudden a mouse from the kingdom of mice appeared "We forgot to tell you how to use the hammer! Swing it and just wish for something you'd really like and your wish will come true! " After that Grandpa just said "I'm so hungry I'd like to have a feast!" and with that their table was already on the verge of collapsing under the weight of all the food that just appeared in front of them.
With the help of the hammer they gathered a lot of food and resources and distributed all the goods evenly among the people of the village and they never had to deal with poverty again. The End.
This was my favorite story as a child, I even remember not wanting to hear any story other than this one xD So as a commemoration I'll do a painting based on this story for my next upload.