Over his shoulder he carried a cane. From it hung a bag made of a big red figured handkerchief.
Apparently the man was on a journey, and the big red figured handkerchief was his traveling bag.
The fat, round-faced Moon Man smiled down from his home in the sky at the little figure in the road. His mouth seemed to move, and I am sure he was saying:
“Go, brave little old man. Go where you’ve decided to go.
“If you are going to the forest, you will no doubt find a welcome there. Some animals and birds are better as friends than are some people.
“Anyway, the great forest is in need of your lessons. I will light the way for you. May the good spirits attend you!”
And in the stillness of the early morning the queer little old man of the quaint old town might have been heard to answer:
“So I have decided. Come what may, I shall be satisfied.