Billy, a pale and listless boy, likes to talk to the moon. Every evening as the light of the moon streamed like liquid gold over the horizon, Billy would go out of the house and climbed up on the roof. And as the silvery light silently flooded the sea, the fjords, the forests, and the distant glaciers with brightness, he would sing out hymns of praise to the moon.
His mom and dad knew about it and they did not like that at all. One day, as Billy was on the roof and sang the song to the moon, Billy's mother called upon him.
"Stopped singing and come down the roof at once." she continued and flung him a pail. "Go to the well and get some water. At least, you'll be good for something.'
Billy felt crushed. Reluctantly he took the pail and walked to the well which was quite far away from his house.
As he was approaching the well, a stranger stood by the well.
"Who are you?" the boy asked.
"I am Askadalan, a wandering poet." said the stranger. "I have heard your songs that you were singing to the moon; and I like it very much."
"Thank you." said the boy. Billy took a close look on the stranger. The stranger has a black cloth, greenish eye and was terrified by the stranger's look.
"If you like the moon so much, I show you how to contact the moon." the stranger said, " Look down in the well, the moon is there. If you go down the well, you can physically contact the moon."
"The moon in the well is only the reflection. How can I trust you to go down the well without being hurt." said the boy.
The stranger found that he could not persuade the boy to get down the well, and decided to grab the boy and force the boy to get down the well.
The boy kicked and screamed; he finally got hold the stranger's black cloth. The boy pulled and twisted the cloth hoping to chock Askadalan. With a final desperate effort, the cloth tore and billy rolled into the bushes free. With the moonlight, he now saw the stranger much more closely. The stranger actually had three heads, not just one head. The stranger is a monster.
The monster approached the boy and tried to grab to boy. The boy said a silent prayer to the moon. " Please help me, the Moon." Suddenly, he saw a bright shining object near him. It was a scythe with a sharp blade. The boy took the scythe to defend himself against the monster.
The blade under the moon light shone bright against the monster's eyes and the monster could not see a thing. With such an opportunity, the boy used the scythe to kill the monster.
The boy finally stumbled home. His parent saw his body were all covered with bloods. "What happened?" his parent asked. " I killed the three-head monster". Initially, his parent did not believe him but then found out the blood on the boy's body was not from the boy, because the boy had no bleeding wound.
The boy then told his parent how he killed the monster with the help of the moon. Overnight, the boy became the hero of the village he had lived in. Nobody complained about his singing hymns to the moon anymore.
