the pool.

The Woodman was in despair. The axe was all he possessed with
which to make a living, and he had not money enough to buy a new
one. As he stood wringing his hands and weeping, the god Mercury
suddenly appeared and asked what the trouble was. The Woodman
told what had happened, and straightway the kind Mercury dived
into the pool. When he came up again he held a wonderful golden
axe.

"Is this your axe?" Mercury asked the Woodman.

"No," answered the honest Woodman, "that is not my axe."

Mercury laid the golden axe on the bank and sprang back into the
pool. This time he brought up an axe of silver, but the Woodman
declared again that his axe was just an ordinary one with a
wooden handle.

Mercury dived down for the third time, and when he came up again
he had the very axe that had been lost.

The poor Woodman was very glad that his axe had been found and
could not thank the kind god enough. Mercury was greatly pleased
with the Woodman's honesty.

"I admire your honesty," he said, "and as a reward you may have
all three axes, the gold and the silver as well as your own."

The happy Woodman returned to his home with his treasures, and
soon the story of his good fortune was known to everybody in the
village. Now there were several Woodmen in the village who
believed that they could easily win the same good fortune. They
hurried out into the woods, one here, one there, and hiding their
axes in the bushes, pretended they had lost them. Then they wept
and wailed and called on Mercury to help them.

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And indeed, Mercury did appear, first to this one, then to that.
To each one he showed an axe of gold, and each one eagerly
claimed it to be the one he had lost. But Mercury did not give
them the golden axe. Oh no! Instead he gave them each a hard
whack over the head with it and sent them home. And when they
returned next day to look for their own axes, they were nowhere
to be found.

_Honesty is the best policy._

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THE FROG AND THE MOUSE

A young Mouse in search of adventure was running along the bank
of a pond where lived a Frog. When the Frog saw the Mouse, he
swam to the bank and croaked:

"Won't you pay me a visit? I can promise you a good time if you
do."

The Mouse did not need much coaxing, for he was very anxious to
see the world and everything in it. But though he could swim a
little, he did not dare risk going into the pond without some
help.