some cranes saw a farmer plowing a large field. when the work of plowing was done, they patiently watched him sow the seed. it was their feast, they thought.
so, as soon as the farmer had finished planting and had gone home, down they flew to the field, and began to eat as fast as they could.
the farmer, of course, knew the cranes and their ways. he had had experience with such birds before. he soon returned to the field with a sling. but he did not bring any stones with him. he expected to scare the cranes just by swinging the sling in the air, and shouting loudly at them.
at first the cranes flew away in great terror. but they soon began to see that none of them ever got hurt. they did not even hear the noise of stones whizzing through the air, and as for words,[pg 65] they would kill nobody. at last they paid no attention whatever to the farmer.
the farmer saw that he would have to take other measures. he wanted to save at least some of his grain. so he loaded his sling with stones and killed several of the cranes. this had the effect the farmer wanted, for from that day the cranes visited his field no more.
bluff and threatening words are of little value with rascals.
bluff is no proof that hard fists are lacking.
a rich old farmer, who felt that he had not many more days to live, called his sons to his bedside.
"my sons," he said, "heed what i have to say to you. do not on any account part with the estate that has belonged to our family for so many generations. somewhere on it is hidden a rich treasure. i do not know the exact spot, but it is there, and you will surely find it. spare no energy and leave no spot unturned in your search."
the father died, and no sooner was he in his grave than the sons set to work digging with all their might, turning up every foot of ground with their spades, and going over the whole farm two or three times.
no hidden gold did they find; but at harvest time when they had settled their accounts and had pocketed a rich profit far greater than that of any of their neighbors, they understood that the treasure their father had told them about was the wealth of a bountiful crop, and that in their industry had they found the treasure.
industry is itself a treasure.
two pots, one of brass and the other of clay, stood together on the hearthstone. one day the brass pot proposed to the earthen pot that they go out into the world together. but the earthen pot excused himself, saying that it would be wiser for him to stay in the corner by the fire.
"it would take so little to break me," he said. "you know how fragile i am. the least shock is sure to shatter me!"
"don't let that keep you at home," urged the brass pot. "i shall take very good care of you. if we should happen to meet anything hard i will step between and save you."
so the earthen pot at last consented, and the two set out side by side, jolting along on three stubby legs first to this side, then to that, and bumping into each other at every step.
the earthen pot could not survive that sort of companionship very long. they had not gone ten paces before the earthen pot cracked, and at the next jolt he flew into a thousand pieces.
equals make the best friends.
