"Don't spit the pits into the hearth."　The old story from Takayama Part-3 The girl fell into a doze by the side of the fire. Then, suddenly, she heard the sound of voices from the hearth and opened her sleepy eyes. “What?” She looked at the hearth and saw people who were one inch tall marched in procession on the square frame of the hearth. They are dressed in festival costumes and pulled the portable shrine. They cheered and talked each other. The frame of the hearth got full of the little people, but still, others came out one after another from the ash. At first, the girl was fascinated by the sight, but as the small people coming out more and more, she got frightened. So she took the metal chopsticks, brushed them off into the ash, and stirred up the ash thoroughly. Then, suddenly, from the ash, a black hand came out and grabbed the girl’s leg. “Eek!” She screamed and fainted.