Every day, the young man would walk up into the mountains with his axe to cut down trees, and he would return with a load of firewood. He sold this at the market, and used the money to pay for what they needed.
One spring morning, he kissed his mother on the cheek and told her, “I will cut extra firewood today, so I can get you a nice gift!”
Chun waved goodbye to Tang as he set off into the mountains.
She spent the day sweeping out the hut and doing the laundry. Soon, it was late afternoon – but there was no sign of her son.
“He's never been this late before!” she thought.
When the sun began to set, Chun knew she had to do something! Grabbing…
