The Fisherwoman's Flute

A humble fisherwoman was searching for her lost flute when she came face to face with the spirits who haunted the forest at night. She showed them all kinds of fancy, glittery flutes and asked which one was hers. They said none these flutes are mine; my flute is a simple instrument carved from the root of a tree. First, you must use that flute of yours to play us a song. A smile spread across the fisherwoman's face. It would be my honor to play you a song. Listen to this. The sound was soft and sweet. And within moments, the forest spirits began to sing along,. Their unearthly, other worldly voices rising