A young woodcutter named Taro lived with his mother father on a lonely hillside. All day long he chopped wood in the forest. Thought he worked very hard, he earned very little money. This made him sad, for he was a thoughtful son and wanted to give his old parents every they needed. One evening, when Taro and his parents were sitting in a corner of their hut, a strong wind began to blow. It whistled through the cracks of the hut and everyone felt very cold. Suddenly .Taro's father said, "I wish I had a cup of sake; it would warm me and do my old heart good." This made heart-warming drink called sake was very expensive. How do I earn more money?' he asked himself. 'How do father?' He decide to work to harder than before. Next morning, Taro jumped out of bed earlier than usual and made his way to the forest, He chopped and cut, chopped and cut as the sun climbed, and soon the was so warm that he had to take off his jacket. His mouth was dry, and his face was wet with sweat. 'My poor old father!' he thought. If only he was as worm as I! And with that he began to chop even faster, thinking of the extra money he must earn to by the sake to warm the old man's bones. Then suddenly Taro stopped chopping. What was that sound he heard? could it be, could it possibly be rushing water? Taro could not rushing stream in that part of the forest. he was thirsty. The axe the dropped out the sound. Taro saw a beautiful little waterfall hidden behind a rock. Kneeling at a place it to his lips. Was it water? Or was it sake? He tasted it again and always it was the delicious sake instead of cold water.