"The owner of the field came and looked at the wheat. He said, 'This wheat is ripe. It must be cut at once. I will ask my neighbors to come and help me cut it.'"
"That is good," said the old lark.
"Must we not leave the nest?" asked the young ones.
"No," said the mother. "If the man waits for his neighbors to come and help him, he will wait a long time."
Next day the owner came again.
"This wheat must be cut," said he. "I cannot wait for my neighbors. I must ask my uncles and cousins."
When the old lark came home, the young ones said:
"O, mother! we must leave the nest now.
"The man said that he should ask his uncles and cousins to help him cut the wheat."
"We will not go yet," said the mother. "If he waits for his uncles and cousins, he will wait a long time."