"To ward off those uninvited guests, the farmer took some time to cut bamboo and thorny twigs, retying the fence tightly. But he overlooked one point—the fence was dead, while claws and teeth were alive."
"It never took long for the fence to once again become riddled with holes."
"And so, the farmer made the fence tighter and tighter, spending increasingly more time in the garden every day. Until one day, after chasing away a grass spirit that had slipped through the gaps into the garden and watching the small creature flee in a panic with a handful of berries—utterly ignoring the basket of mushrooms in front of him—the farmer suddenly straightened his back."
"It dawned on him: he was a farmer, not a gardener."
