Surely One of These Flutes Is Yours?

The merchant and the fisherwoman went to bed, but they didn't both go to sleep. Merchant secretly stayed up, then snuck out of the hut and into the forest. He stumbled through the darkness, searching for the moonlit clearing where the forest spirits dwelled. And at last, human we've found it. What are you doing here? Don't you we own this forest come nightfall? How dare you intrude? A chill rushed down the merchant's spine when he saw the spirits,. But he was determined to carry out his scheme. I'm just a poor merchant who's come here to find my flute. I dropped it in the forest to day, and i