Baby sister smiled too, for she wanted breakfast also.
“Here are some nuts I cannot crack,” said their mother. “Will you crack them for me?”
“Yes,” said Rago and he tried to crack the nuts with his teeth.
“I shall have to try a stone,” said Rago, “for I cannot crack them with my teeth.”
He climbed down the tree and soon found a stone. The rough edges hurt his hands, so he wound one end with grass.
This made a fine hammer and the nuts were soon cracked.
“Here, mother, are the nuts,” called Rago. “Are you coming down?”
“Yes,” answered his mother as she sprang nimbly from the tree. “Thank you, Rago, that is a fine way to crack nuts when our teeth cannot crack them. Now I shall take baby sister to the river for a drink.”