In a small patch of wood, amidst green hills, where humans are rarely seen, there lived a special yukkuri tribe ruled over by wise chief, a Patchouli as large as a man.
The yukkuri living there only called her 'Dosu', a name derived from the sound she made when she moved amonst them.
This giant yukkuri had watched over the tribe for many generations and as far as the yukkuri, whose lifespans are comparable to those of rabbits, were concerned, Dosu had always been there and would still be there when it was time for them to join their ancestors.
However, one day late in autumn, Dosu suddenly fell gravely ill. Neither the most knowledgable herbalists or the most powerful healers were able to determine the cause for Dosu's illness.
Dosu fought her illness for several weeks, but to no avail; on a cold and snowy night in the dead of winter, Dosu finally took it easy forever.
According to her last wish, the leader of the Warren Watch, an Alice, became the new chief and her body was taken apart to feed the tribe, for Dosu did not want to return to the earth, but stay with her tribe even in death.
Her order for the tribe to consume her body was not for purely sentimental reasons, though. Even before Dosu fell ill, the tribe had already been through a rough year, as food had become increasingly scarce, something that had already been a problem for a few years, but that only now had become apparent even to the ordinary yukkuri, as the guidance of Dosu and her council had prevented any food shortages until the last year.
Worse yet, the most daring scouts of the tribe had brought shocking news: Mister Human was expanding his territory again and they spotted humans, human den's and other human things where previously no trace of humans could be seen far and wide.
These are troubling times for the tribe and no one knows what the future will bring.
So when the snow melted and spring finally came, the Council came up with a plan to secure the future of the tribe ...
Updated by Cloudrunner62