Once upon a time, in the snowy fields of Japan, a kind old man was walking home. He saw something unusual in the snow. It was a crane, trapped in a hunter's net. The crane looked very scared and helpless.
The old man felt sorry for the crane and decided to help. He gently freed the crane from the net, and it spread its large, beautiful wings. The crane seemed to bow its head as if to thank the old man, and then it flew off into the sky.
The very next evening, there was a knock at the old man's door. He opened the door to find a young woman standing there. She looked very cold and lost. The old man, being kind as he always was, invited her into his home.
The young woman told the old man that she had nowhere to go. The old man offered her to stay with him. The woman gratefully accepted his offer and began to live with the old man.
One day, the young woman offered to weave cloth on the loom to help the old man. She only asked for one thing: that he must never watch her weaving. The old man agreed. The woman began to weave, and the cloth she made was so beautiful and fine, it was like nothing the old man had ever seen.
Word of the beautiful cloth reached the nearby town. Soon, people came to buy it. The old man was able to sell the cloth for a good price, and they lived comfortably.
However, the old man noticed that each time the woman wove, she looked thinner and weaker. He grew worried for her. One day, unable to contain his worry, he peeked into the room while she was weaving.
To his surprise, he didn't see the young woman. Instead, he saw a crane at the loom, pulling out its own feathers to weave into the beautiful cloth. It was the same crane that the old man had saved.
Upon realizing that she was discovered, the crane turned back into the young woman. She confessed to the old man that she was the crane he had saved. She had wanted to repay his kindness, so she had turned into a human and wove beautiful cloth for him.
But now that her true identity was revealed, she could not stay with him any longer. The crane woman thanked the old man for his kindness, transformed back into a crane, and flew off into the sky, leaving the old man behind. The old man watched as the crane disappeared into the distance, grateful for the time they had spent together.
Once upon a time, in the snowy fields of Japan, an old man was going home. As he walked, he saw something strange in the snow. It was a crane caught in a net. The crane looked scared and helpless.
The kind old man decided to help. He freed the crane from the net. The crane opened its big wings and seemed to nod, as if saying thank you. Then it flew away.
The next evening, someone knocked on the old man's door. A young woman was standing outside. She looked very cold and lost. The old man invited her in because he was kind.
The young woman said she had no place to stay. The old man offered her a home. She thanked him and started living with him.
One day, the woman asked if she could weave cloth to help the old man. She only had one request: that he never watch her while she worked. The old man agreed. The cloth she made was very beautiful and delicate.
People from the nearby town heard about the cloth and came to buy it. The old man sold it for a good price. Their life became comfortable.
But each time the woman wove, she became thinner and weaker. The old man was worried. One day, he peeked into the room while she was weaving.
To his surprise, he did not see the young woman. There was a crane at the loom, weaving its feathers into the cloth. It was the crane he had saved.
The crane turned back into the young woman. She told the old man that she was the crane he had helped. She wanted to repay his kindness by weaving beautiful clothes for him.
But now that he knew her secret, she could not stay. The crane woman thanked the old man and turned back into a crane. She flew away into the sky. The old man watched her leave, thankful for the time they had shared.
In snowy Japan, an old man walks home. He sees something in the snow. It is a crane. The crane is in a net. The crane looks scared.
The old man helps the crane. He frees the crane from the net. The crane opens its wings. It looks like the crane is saying thank you. Then, the crane flies away.
The next evening, someone knocks on the old man's door. A young woman stands outside. She looks cold. The old man says, "Come in." He is kind.
The young woman says she has no place to stay. The old man says, "You can stay here." She thanks him and stays with him.
One day, the woman asks if she can make cloth. She wants to help the old man. She asks him not to watch her work. The old man agrees. The woman makes beautiful cloth.
People from the town come to buy the cloth. The old man sells it. They have more money now.
But the woman becomes thin and weak. The old man worries. One day, he looks into the room while she works.
He does not see the young woman. He sees a crane. The crane is using its feathers to make the cloth. It is the crane he helped.
The crane turns back into the young woman. She says she is the crane he saved. She wanted to help him. But now he knows her secret. She cannot stay.
The crane woman thanks the old man. She turns back into a crane. She flies away into the sky. The old man watches her leave. He is thankful for their time together.
Once upon a time, in the snowy fields of Japan, an old man was going home. As he walked, he saw something strange in the snow. It was a crane caught in a net. The crane looked scared and helpless.
The kind old man decided to help. He freed the crane from the net. The crane opened its big wings and seemed to nod, as if saying thank you. Then it flew away.
The next evening, someone knocked on the old man's door. A young woman was standing outside. She looked very cold and lost. The old man invited her in because he was kind.
The young woman said she had no place to stay. The old man offered her a home. She thanked him and started living with him.
One day, the woman asked if she could weave cloth to help the old man. She only had one request: that he never watch her while she worked. The old man agreed. The cloth she made was very beautiful and delicate.
People from the nearby town heard about the cloth and came to buy it. The old man sold it for a good price. Their life became comfortable.
But each time the woman wove, she became thinner and weaker. The old man was worried. One day, he peeked into the room while she was weaving.
To his surprise, he did not see the young woman. There was a crane at the loom, weaving its feathers into the cloth. It was the crane he had saved.
The crane turned back into the young woman. She told the old man that she was the crane he had helped. She wanted to repay his kindness by weaving beautiful clothes for him.
But now that he knew her secret, she could not stay. The crane woman thanked the old man and turned back into a crane. She flew away into the sky. The old man watched her leave, thankful for the time they had shared.
Once upon a time in a snowy, snowy place in Japan, a jolly old man was walking home, looking like he was in his own parade. "Snow? I laugh in the face of snow! Ha ha ha!" he said, doing a little dance.
Then he spotted something that wasn't snow. A crane! Caught in a net like a soccer ball in a goal. "Oh, you look like you're in a right pickle, don't you?!"
He snipped the net away like he was cutting cake. "There you go! Free as a bird! Wait, you ARE a bird!"
The crane did a fancy little bow like it was on stage. "Well, you're welcome, Mr. Broadway! Fly off, make it big!"
Whoosh! Off flew the crane, up into the sky, like a paper airplane with a jet engine.
Next night, knock-knock at the door. Old man opens it, and there's a young woman standing there looking all shivery. "Eh, come on in! Let's not stand here like ice sculptures!"
She said she had nowhere to go. "No place to go? Nonsense! My home is your home, or something like that."
So they hung out, ate some snacks, watched some cloud TV—that sort of thing.
Then one day, she said, "Hey, I'm pretty good at weaving. Mind if I show off my skills? One condition: no peeking!"
The old man wagged his finger. "Ah, a private performance, eh? Alright, I won't peek!"
And did she weave? Oh, she made cloth that was so amazing, people from town came over, going, "Wow! We gotta have some of that!"
Money started rolling in. They had more pies and cookies than they could eat! But the old man noticed something. Each time the woman wove, she looked more tired, like she’d just run a marathon. "Hmm, something's fishy here."
One day, he just had to peek. And what did he see? Not the young woman, but the crane! Plucking its own feathers to weave! "Ah-ha! So you’re a sort of a feathery Spider-Woman, are ya?"
Caught in the act, she turned back into the woman. "Alright, you got me. I’m the crane. Surprise! I turned into a human to say thanks for freeing me. How's that for a thank-you card, eh?"
The old man chuckled. "Wow, that’s some real magic! Like a fairy tale within a fairy tale!"
"But," she sighed, "now that you know, I've got to go." She turned back into a crane. "Bye-bye! Keep being awesome!"
Then she flew up, up, and away into the big blue sky. The old man laughed and said, "Well, that’s one way to make a grand exit!"
And so, in the snow-covered lands where weird and wonderful things happened, the old man lived on, full of stories, laughter, and memories of that one time when feathers turned into friendship, and a crane danced into his life.
In a land where snowflakes freely roam,
An old man walked the path to home.
He spied a crane, in the snow so white,
Trapped in a net, a sorrowful sight.
With hands so gentle, the net he untwined,
The crane spread its wings, the world behind.
A nod and a bow, and up it went high,
Silhouetted against the evening sky.
The next day's dusk, a knock was heard clear,
A young woman stood, shivering with fear.
"Come in," said the man, with kindness in tone,
"You can stay with me; you're not alone."
The woman, grateful, began to stay,
And offered to weave by night and day.
"But promise," she said, "you won't peek at all,"
The man nodded and promised he'd heed the call.
She wove magic cloth, shimmering and rare,
The town heard the news, people came from everywhere.
Coins flowed in, their life was grand,
But the woman grew weak, hard to stand.
Curiosity grew, in the old man's heart,
He peeked one day, to see her art.
Not a woman, but a crane he saw,
Weaving with feathers, in total awe.
She transformed and said, "The crane, it's me,
Saved by you, from the net and tree.
To repay the act, so kind and so brave,
I wove cloths, from the feathers I gave."
"But now," she sighed, "I must fly away,"
"Remember our times, night and day."
As a crane, she soared, towards the blue yonder,
The old man watched, lost in wonder.
A tale of magic, kindness, and grace,
Of a man and a crane, in a snowy embrace.
Large bird with long legs, neck.
Unable to help oneself, powerless.
Asked someone to come inside.
Make cloth by crossing threads.
Very fine and fragile.
Close in distance, not far.
Having less body weight, slimmer.
Feeling anxious or concerned.
Machine for weaving cloth.
Something hidden or not known.
A tall bird with long legs and neck.
A tool made of strings crossed to catch things.
Parts that birds use to fly.
Material used to make clothes and other things.
Soft, light things that cover a bird's body.
Not strong; can get tired easily.
Something that you keep from others.
Happy because someone helped you.
Makes someone or something not trapped.
Hits a door to make a noise for attention.
Large bird with long legs, neck.
Unable to help oneself, powerless.
Asked someone to come inside.
Make cloth by crossing threads.
Very fine and fragile.
Close in distance, not far.
Having less body weight, slimmer.
Feeling anxious or concerned.
Machine for weaving cloth.
Something hidden or not known.
What does the old man find in the snow?
How does the old man help the crane?
Who knocks on the old man’s door the next evening?
What does the young woman make for the old man?
What happens when the old man looks into the room while the woman is working?
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