The drones buzzed away very angry, but they were not able to harm the workers or the judge, and the workers went back to their tree.
THE WOODMAN AND HIS AX
One day a poor woodman lost his ax. He hunted all day, but he could not find it. He was very sad, for how could he make a living for his family without an ax? Besides he had no money with which to buy a new one. As night came on, he sank down by the roadside and buried his face in his hands.
He heard a noise in the bushes and raised his head. A stranger was standing by him. "What is the matter?" asked the stranger. The woodman told him of his trouble.
"I am sorry your ax is lost," said the stranger. "Would you know it if you were to see it? I found an ax in the road. It may be yours. Is this it?" he asked, holding out a gold ax.
"No," answered the woodman, "that is not my ax. All the money I ever earned would not buy such an ax as that."
"I found another," said the man. "This must be the one," and he held out a silver ax.
"No, that is not mine," replied the woodman. "I am too poor a man to own such an ax as that."
"Well, here is another ax that I found. Is this yours?" The stranger held out an old ax of steel.