FABLES of the GREEN FOREST
Today's episode: "Tom and Bob the Quail"
Say, father, before we go, let's stop and give our farewells to Johnny and Polly!
Yeah, let's do that. Those two really did treat us with kindness!
Good morning, Johnny, Polly!
- Well, Mr. Condor! -You're all together! Is something wrong?
No, we're moving to the South country, so we stopped by to extend our farewell.
Thanks for everything.
Oh, you're really going?!
How disappointing! Say, instead of going to the South country,
can't you live here throughout the year?
Don't you be silly!
For us the cold is just not for our nature, you know!
Just as you good people pass the winter in your burrows,
we too shall be warm in our special place.
Is that so? Recently the swallows moved out, yesterday, the cuckoo bird...
With everyone leaving, the Green Forest becomes a very lonely place.
But of course, that doesn't mean that we'll never meet again, you understand?
Of course, we'll surely be back again, next spring.
Is that so?
Listen, Polly.
Let's go see the condor family off to the end of the forest.
- OK? - OK!
Well, stay healthy!
Listen, both of you, you have gone far enough, do you understand?
Our best regards to everyone!
We'll be waiting with pleasure to meet you next spring!
- Goodbye, goodbye! - Goodbye!
Thank you, thank you!
- Stay healthy! - Bye!
Hi, Bob!
Surely you're not gonna say you're moving to the South country, are you?
We aren't that sensitive to cold.
We're just go to Mr Brown's field to gather some wheat.
Oh, is that it? My, that's good!
Well, children, let's go!
- Now, eat all you want! - But don't wander off too far, little children!
This is already autumn, harvesting is over.
The Bob's family has throughout the summer
foraged all over Mr. Brown's field.
Bob and his family have eaten up all kinds of wheat seeds,
and naturally, their favorites, those green worms that could've destroyed the crops.
Now they're munching on white butterflies that lay their eggs on cabbages.
And these eggs, if left alone,
will develop into caterpillars, which could destroy the cabbages.
In the wheat field, there are other insects
which suck the fluid from the wheat stock, killing it.
Bob and his family ate these pests too.
Is everyone alright?
Two, three, four...
Dear, Mike is missing!
What did you say?
What shall we do? Wait, where are you going?
To look for Mike in the wheat field!
Don't be foolish, darling!
- If you go now, you'll just be shot! - But Mike has disappeared!
Just take it easy!
Oh, what happened? Ah! Oh, the blood!
Let's run!
Polly, hide in here, quick!
Johnny, hurry!
Is the scent gone? Can't be helped. Let's give up and go home.
- It looks like they're finally gone. - Yeah, but they sure do some cruel things.
Better hurry and tell Bob, they surely must be worried!
That's true. I'll hurry and go tell them. So you look after Mike, will you?
But hurry!
Oh! What's this crying...?
You're a boy, aren't you... huh?
Such a small thing, you can bare it?
Oh, that's a good boy, Mike!
Sure is late! You can stay here by yourself, can't you?
Now-now, you needn't worry!
I'm just going to go and find your parents, OK? Now, don't wander off.
Stay quietly here, understand?
Hey, Mikey!
He hurt his wing and can't fly, but... he's alright.
Uh, well, hello there, little quail!
You must be lonely there all by yourself!
Well, shall I play with you?
- Ah, Johnny! Oh! - Polly, did something happen?
Well, you were so late, that I came to see what happened!
Now hurry! Mikey is waiting eagerly!
Mike, your mother and father are here!
Where is Mike?
That's strange, I told him to stay here and not go out anywhere!
Mike! Mikey!
Sammy!
Say, what are you searching for, for what, tell me?
Sammy! Have you seen Mike around here?
Mike? Yeah!
Mike, you say? Hmm...
You know...
In other words, I know, he's one of the five kids of Bob, isn't that right, Johnny?
That's right, that's Mike.
Then, just a while ago, Tom caught him and took him to his house.
Tom did, huh?
Yeah...! From all appearances, it looked like he would be eaten, I'm sure!
Eaten? Oh...
- Johnny, where are you going? - I'm going to Mr. Brown's house, Polly!
Johnny meant business.
If necessary, he'd bite Tom's hand, whatever he had to do, he was going to help Mike escape.
Hi, young man, that quail is the one that I shot not too long ago.
How about returning it?
No, sir... I won't!
You, sir... you may have shot him, but he's not yours!
I found him at our field, so he's mine!
I wouldn't say that.
If I say no, it's no!
Furthermore, don't shoot guns in our field. The quails in our field work all summer in our behalf.
Just because harvest time is over, it's no reason for you to shoot them.
But the law permits the shooting of birds!
In my heart, that's a mistake! Such laws are wrong!
Oh, you shouldn't get so mad over a thing like a meaningless bird,
these things were born to be shot by men.
Oh, no, sir!
You're mistaken! Birds, men, they're all the same!
Just like us, they become happy or sad.
Look, sir, when you come near, how frightened he is!
Please, leave, and never again shoot a gun in our field!
You're safe now, little bird!
You just take it easy!
We're gonna go for just a bit.
Come on, let's go, hurry up!
Mrs. Bob has a glutton for punishment!
She doesn't have to see him everyday!
But still I am apprehensive!
Johnny! Oh, terrible, something terrible!
Polly, what are you so excited about?
Just now I met Bob and he said Mike can't be seen anywhere!
Mike can't?
Yes, and he said he thinks maybe Tom has killed him!
Hardly, Tom isn't the type to do such a thing!
I told him that too, but then he said, "If we look for him,"
"then we should be able to find him"!
I wonder if he really has been killed, like Bob says.
If so, it's my fault...
Polly, it's much to soon to decide that he's been killed.
Just to be sure, let's go see one more time. Let's go.
Polly, run away, run away!
- What's so funny? - About Mike being in such a place!
Mike, you said, where is he?
Look, is he over there?
No wonder we couldn't find him with all that searching we've been doing!
Up to now, Mike has lived all his life in the wide forest and meadow.
Now, Tom realized that he'd be cramped and miserable in such a small box.
So, he moved him to the shed.
Then Mike is...
- Then he's really alright? - Alright?
Yes, he is living in good health in Mr. Brown's chicken shed.
So, be at ease!
Mother, don't you think that's swell?
Y-yes... but a chicken shed, what kind a place is that?
A chicken shed?
Oh, a place where they put those, you know, birds that cockle-doodle-do!
But what is that child doing in such a place?
He's locked in there.
My, he's suffering such a predicament, how can I not worry?
But Mike has been shot, so he can not fly.
I think he would not have been able to continue living
if he had not been here, Mrs. Bob.
That's right. Sooner or later I think he would be caught by Reddy or a hawk.
But if he stays there, Reddy won't be able to do a thing, uh-uh!
Mother, it's just like what Johnny has been saying!
Mike is in a place like a big bag,
and Mike cannot leave, but neither can Reddy nor a hawk enter.
A more safer place I don't think can be be found anywhere!
Naturally, that's not all. Tom is really friendly with Mike.
Now...
From the distance, we saw Mike leap on Tom's hand and eat some food.
I'm convinced Tom is really our friend.
Mrs. Bob, are you still worried after this?
Mother, let's just trust him.
Tom is a good boy, and I'm sure that just as soon as the wing heals,
he'll let our boy come home, I'm sure of that.
From that moment on, Bob and Mrs. Bob went every day
to see how their little Mike is getting along.
And every day, Mike's wound appeared to be getting better and beter.
And then, one fine day, as Mr. and Mrs. Bob came flying over as usual...
- Mikey! - Mikey!
- Mike, you can fly! - Good boy!
Isn't it wonderful, my wing? Isn't it? Tom cured it for me!
Oh, it must be that Mike has come home!
Uh-uh, usually he doesn't whistle at this time, that must be it!
Sounds real happy!
Subtitle: South Wind Subs