"Yours is the finer," said the bee. "We all know that. But what is it good for? It will neither warm nor cover any one."
THE STONE AND THE WORM
(A stone lay in a field. A farmer and his son were talking near by.)
Farmer. That was a fine rain we had this morning.
Son. Yes, indeed! A rain like that makes everybody glad.
Farmer. I have been wishing a long time for such a rain as that.
Son. It was better than gold.
(As they walked away, a worm crept out from under the stone. The stone called to the worm.)
Stone. Friend Worm, did you hear what those men were saying?