Retold by Wajuppa Tossa and Prasong Saihong

A blacksmith was pounding iron to make knives in front of a hot fire, peng, peng, peng, complaining,

"I am so unhappy . . .I don't want to be a blacksmith anymore!"

So he looked up and saw a large stone standing on the mountain.

And the breeze blew it all the time, wee, wee, wee....

"If I could be that stone, I would be so happy."

Suddenly a devata appeared and said,

"If he wants that, he will have that."

The devata recited words of incantation.

"Ohm piang!"

 

The blacksmith was turned into a stone standing up on the mountain with the wind blew all around him wee wee wee...

"I am so happy now," thought he.

 

He was so happy until . . .

"Ouch! ouch! What is this?

He looked around and saw a stone carver hitting him with a chisel

and a hammer. He complained again,

"Why do you do this to me? I am so unhappy . . . "

The blacksmith looked at the stone carver and said,

"If I could be that stone carver, I would be so happy."

Suddenly a devata appeared and said,

"If he wants that, he will have that."

The devata recited words of incantation . . .

"Ohm piang!"

 

The blacksmith was turned into a stone carver with the wind blew all around him wee wee wee....

"I am so happy," thought he.

 

He was so happy looking for a stone to carve. But he could not find

the right stone to carve. So he complained again,

"This one is too big! This one too small!"

The sun was shining so brightly and the blacksmith who was the stone carver felt so tired. So, he cried out,

"I am so unhappy . . . I don't want to be a stone carver anymore."

 

Then he looked at the sun and said,

"If I could be the sun, I would be so happy."

Suddenly a devata appeared and said,

"If he wants that, he will have that."

The devata recited words of incantation . . .

"Ohm piang!"

 

The blacksmith was turned into the sun.

He was so happy shining early in the morning with the wind blew all around him wee wee wee ...

"I am so happy," thought he.

But when it got later, he began to feel hotter and hotter. So, he shouted,

"I am so unhappy . . . I don't want to be the sun anymore."

Then he looked across the sky and saw the moon.

"If I could be the moon, I would be so happy," said he.

 

Suddenly a devata appeared and said,

"If he wants that, he will have that.."

The devata recited words of incantation . . .

"Ohm piang!"

 

The blacksmith was turned into the moon .

He was so happy appearing in the sky early that night with the wind blew wee wee wee...

"I am so happy," thought he.

But when it got later, and later, he began to feel so cold. So, he shouted,

"I am so unhappy . . . I don't want to be the moon anymore."

The blacksmith who was the moon thought about how hot it was when he was the blacksmith. And he said,

"If I could be the blacksmith I was, I would be so happy."

 

Suddenly a devata appeared and said,

"If he wants that, he will have that."

The devata recited words of incantation,

"Ohm piang!"

The blacksmith who was the moon was turned into the blacksmith he was. But now he was not pounding iron on earth! He was pounding iron in the moon. And it was so cold, the blacksmith got so cold that he had to pound iron in front of a hot fire everyday.

If you look up on the night of full moon, you will see the blacksmith, pounding in the moon, peng peng peng....

Well at least he is not hot any more!