o great that it surprised them. No neighbor's
field bore so many bushels of wheat to the acre. The sons were pleased
with their success.

After the wheat was harvested, they met to make plans for searching
again for the hidden treasure. The second son said:

"I have been thinking ever since our big harvest that perhaps father
knew how this search would turn out. We have much gold, We did not find
it in a hole in the ground, but we found it by digging. If we had not
cultivated our fields well, we should not have had such a crop of
wheat. Our father was wise; we have dug for the treasure and have found
it.

"We will cultivate the ground still better next year and make the soil
rich; then we shall find more treasure."

The other sons agreed to this. "It is good to work for what we get,"
they said.

Year after year the farm was well tilled and bore good crops. The sons
became rich, and they had two things much better than wealth--good
health and happiness.

THE YOUNG FOX

"You may hunt with me now, Reynard," said a wise old fox to his young
son. "It is time that you were beginning to make your living."

"That pleases me well," said Reynard. "I should not mind going out
alone."

"You are not ready yet to go by yourself. There are many things that I
must teach you first. Do not go without me."

Reynard said nothing, but the next day, when his father was asleep, he
went out into the field and brought home a nice, fat partridge.

He wakened his father by a quick bark and said, "See what I have
caught. I do not need to go with you."

"You do not know what you need," replied his father. "No wise fox hunts
in the daytime."

But Reynard did not mind what his father said, and every day he went
out hunting. He killed so many chickens, turkeys and ducks that
everyone tried to catch him.

One night the old fox started out alone, but Reynard crept slowly after
him. The old fox went toward a large farmhouse. He stopped suddenly in
the path and waited; then he ran on quickly.

Reynard followed. He stopped at the same place where the old fox had
stopped.

"What is this?" he said. "A fine white turkey down in the grass! Well,
well, is my father losing his sharp sight and his keen scent? I shall
not let such a prize get away from me!"

He sprang upon the turkey. The trap gave a loud snap, and Reynard was a
prisoner.

"What a fool I am!" he said. "I saw the bait. My father saw the trap."

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