Father Thrift and His Animal Friends

by Joseph C. Sindelar

Shaggy was so discouraged by this time that he thought it of no use to try again.

But Father Thrift said: “Go just this once more. And if you do not have better luck to-day you need not go again.”

So Shaggy went for the fourth time.

And, as it happened, he did have better luck.

When he reached the edge of the forest he seated himself beside a large tree near the road, to watch. But the kind breeze was blowing so softly that he soon fell asleep.

And as he slept he dreamed a dream—a very strange sort of dream.

He dreamed he was the king of Honeybee Land. All of his subjects were honeybees, and there were exactly one million of them.

In another month there would be half a million more of them.

If he had so much honey now, think how much more he would have when the other half million honeybees started to gather it!