Chapter 82
There was once a nest of young larks in a field of corn that had just become ripe, and the mother was on the lookout every day for the reapers. Whenever she went in search of food, she told her young ones to report all the news they heard to her. One day, while she was absent, the master came to inspect the condition of the crops.
“It’s high time to call together my neighbors and reap my corn,” he said.
When the mother lark came home, the young ones told her what they had heard and begged her to remove them from the field right away.
“There’s plenty of time,” she said. “If he’s counting on his neighbors, he’ll have to wait a while yet for his harvest.”
Next day, however, the owner came again, and finding the sun even hotter, the corn riper, and nothing done, he said, “There’s not a moment to lose. Since I can’t depend on my neighbors, I must call together my relatives.” And, turning to his son, he said, “Go call your uncles and cousins, and see whether they can begin tomorrow.”
In greater fear than ever before, the young ones repeated the farmer’s words to their mother.
“If that’s all there is,” she said, “don’t be frightened, for the relatives have their own harvest work to finish. But be sure you pay attention to what you hear the next time, and let me know what the farmer says.”
The following day the mother went out in search of food, and the owner came once again. Finding that the corn was falling to the ground because it was too ripe, and seeing that nobody was at work, he called to his son.
“We can no longer wait for our neighbors and friends. Go and hire some reapers tonight, and we’ll get to work ourselves tomorrow.”
When the young ones told their mother what they had heard, she said, “Well then, it’s time to be off, for when a man makes up his mind to do his work himself instead of depending on others, you can be sure that he means to do what he says.”
Self-help is the best help.
