ABSTRACT
He sure was a fine fellow, our Kubo, once upon some time! Whole summers would pass for him on the ridges, tending sheep, and he didn't even take a peek down into the village; he didn't even know what's what, whose is what, or where's what in the village. In the fall, when they were supposed to come and transfer the sheepfold to the growing plot to fertilize it, his father told him to fold the sheep in the plot that they had not far from the village, bordering on the forest.
