And they did.
This seemed to satisfy most of the villagers that the boys were telling the truth.
“Still, the forest is dense with trees and brush,” said one old man, shaking his head doubtfully. “And it is alive with wild and dangerous animals.
“Not one of us has ever dared to go beyond the edge of that forest. How could Father Thrift live there?”
“Let us not doubt,” said another old man. “We had better follow the advice which has been sent us.
“Have we not suffered since Father Thrift left us because we would not take his advice?
“We did not appreciate him when he was here. We have learned to appreciate him since he went away.”
So the wonderful story was told and retold for miles and miles around. And Father Thrift’s good advice was taken to heart.
And the birds came by hundreds to live in the neighborhood.