Samuel Czambel
Shake, My Satchel!
Greed never pays off. The wind blows all the seed the poor farmer planted so that he loses crops. So the farmer decides to find the wind and ask for his seeds back. However, the wind gives him an unusual gift.
“Often, when you walk in the field after a thunderstorm, you might see that the buckwheat was scorched, as if a fire had run through it. That’s from a lightning bolt,” said the old farmer. “If you promise to listen closely, and huddle up so you can hear the quiet parts, I’ll tell you how that came to be. This is a story that is older than the hills, and I’ll tell you it as I heard it from Sparrow, who heard it first many years ago from the old willow tree” he added.
For many years, the old
“I’m the most beautiful of all cereals. My blossom is as beautiful as that of an apple tree. I won’t bow my head to some wind,” the buckwheat always said.
“Have you ever seen, old willow, anything more beautiful than me?” it asked one day.
The willow rustled
“You stupid rotten tree! What would you know of beauty! You’re so old you have green hair growing from your head!” retorted the buckwheat with
Suddenly the…