Everyone looked down with amazement at her—a marvel of nature.
Suddenly, the shōbijin—the beautiful little lady—began to speak.1 Well,
perhaps “speak” isn’t the right word. What she did was closer to singing. A
clear, musical voice began to flow from her tiny mouth—a voice
completely unlike any that had ever emerged from human vocal cords
before—and as she sang, her arms and legs began to move as if dancing in
time to her words.
Chūjō observed her body language while listening attentively to the
melody. Without shifting his gaze away, he commented, “Her language
doesn’t fit into any language family. It’s completely its own thing. It just
has a subject and predicate. It’s less like a language than some sort of
code. . . . It seems like she’s trying to ask us whether or not there will be
any more hydrogen-bomb tests.”

The Luminous Fairies and
Mothra
A Lovely Song from a Little
Beauty in the Grassland