The Moon Bamboo and Other Stories

"On the distant moon, there lived a strong and handsome lad by the name of Con Ken. He could carry eight baskets of rice at one time, he ploughed furrows as stright as a carpenter's line, and dredged ditches true as the woodman's axe cuts. Ray Dinh had not yet spun a bobbin of thread when the moon reached itspeak overhead. It was round like a dinnertray and shined brilliantly. At that time, Con Ken had just caught a deer and was carrying it home. Ray Dinh sat quietly gazing at the sky. Since that night, she dreamed of Con Ken as she slept, and when she awoke, she longed for " (From The Moon Bamboo)