the Proppian Fairy Tale Generator

In the place where I live people wear soft leather bottomed shoes to glide over soil.  Our feet do not make a sound.  We show respect to those who fell to the floor during the wars of our times.
"What weighs you down will make you drown," he said with a loud crescent shaped grin.  I believed him.  I may have been a fool but with my head thrown asunder by the crashing tides of water I took off my shoes and bag and threw them across the stream on the other bank.
Inside my head lived a frightened little boy who nibbled at his nails whenever a strange man glanced at him.  I could not leave that fright alone.
The sun shone bright on my upturned face.  My eyelids closed, my mouth smiling, I let the heat seep into my every pore.  Walking towards the sun, away from my house, I couldn’t feel happier.
A foreigner stopped me on my rise toward the mountaintop.  He had one eye and loose skin that folded around his body like paper cloth.  Laid before him was a set of colored tablets and sticks.  "Stay for a game," he said to me.  "After you win your game with me I'll let you go on your way."
Forms circulated around my body on all sides and I could no longer breathe.  Lungs tight and waist constricted I watched as my skin turned into the color of soil.  I could no longer distinguish my body from the mountain's.
Before I entered my home my brothers came out, and, thinking I was a peddler, asked how much the jade I carried was worth.
I was offered a place in the palace, but I could not accept.  I wanted to be with the mountain; I felt it move under my skin as I knew part of me was in the mountain too.