Addendum

And powerful spells are confined within gourds and gain nourishment from them. Beware the decay! Fruit have their own magic, and the learned understand that worms were the first to form power into curses, and they consult them when inventing something new to injure a rival or neutralize a hex.

Harvest Fantasy

So far, the best I can figure is that at some point there should be a fight between two people on top of a large table laden with dishes soon disarranged by their frantic maneuvers. Also the cornucopia is real and much prized.

The Difficulty of Circumstances

"You have nothing to live for, you say? Well then. Try this. There is a barrel in the town of Tenba which has this property. Reach in it, once only, and you can pull out any object you want. That's right, it grants your wish, if you wish for something tangible."
Believing in those words, for he could believe in nothing else, the despondent swordsman traveled across the lands, and though he did not remember a deed he did, the people were everywhere grateful for his intervention.
He reached Tenba and found the barrel. Every man in the town knew the legend and knew it to be true, and directed him straight to it. "But you will not put your hand in," they told him.
He learned the reason when he saw the guardian. Before the barrel, radiant and unquestionable no common item, stood on its hind legs a bear wearing big, bulky red gloves. It stared into nothing until he approached, whereupon it gave him its attention and raised its gloves. Unsure, he took a step back, and the guardian bear resumed its idle attitude.
"The story is this." It was the white-haired man who told him of the barrel to begin who said that, and how he arrived there in time for an explanation would have bewildered someone not already confused by the bear. "A god placed that barrel there and set over it the guardian, saying this: 'Fulfill your desires if you can, but remember that whatever happens, good or bad, there is something behind it, and your desires can change easily enough.' Now you may kill yourself with the guardian as your excuse. I think first you should consider my advice from back then."
With that, the man disappeared, and the swordsman reflected.
Finis

Addendum

"It was man's sins that choked off the cornucopia, so dirty they are and so many, and only by his blood may those sins be dissolved!" - A prophet or something.

The Topside

The world just keeps going whichever way you go, so somebody in one of those directions must once have wondered what was on the topside of clouds. The town of Wheating was home to none of that sort until that pleasant day when even the doomsayers saw no cause for complaint in the broad, blue sky until a cloud jerked away from its path and something fell from it.
Wheating may have been a town that acknowledged the place of routine among the civic virtues, but taking an early lunch is no great crime when something like that happens. The entire citizenry temporarily relocated to the field owned by Wheating's number one citizen, Inkle, where the cloud refuse fell.
Less surprising than the fact it was a man was that he lived through his fall and took less harm than some have descending a simple staircase. His only source of distress, he told us, was his untimely removal from the cloud where he had work to do. The Wheatingers assured him they were eager to assist him, but in the meantime they hoped he would favor them with some tales of the world above the clouds. The man, whose name was Rmachl, begged them to forgive him for having nothing interesting to say since the topside was a boring, tedious sort of place.
The entire town with Inkle at its head came together to build a tall ladder which outsiders unfamiliar with its purpose might call a tower. Rmachl grew antsier as it rose and hopped from one foot to the other in an endless personal dance when it was nearly done. He thanked the townsfolk less fulsomely than etiquette might advise when the day came and put his foot on the first step when Inkle stopped him.
That local head man asked again what things were like on the other side of the clouds, and again Rmachl said it was nothing special. Inkle allowed that might be true, in which case there was no reason for him not to go up the ladder himself or even for a few of his friends to make the ascent. Only then did Rmachl, no longer intent on the ladder's progress, notice the force of armed men Wheating had gathered which was far from detestable. At a sign from Inkle the men climbed the ladder, which was how the world below discovered and immediately conquered the sky palaces and their celestial gifts of inexhaustible food and drink left behind by the gods after they made the world and hoarded by Rmachl's people while they looked down and laughed every day.
Finis