A Lark and Her Young Ones
By Aesop
            A Lark had made her nest in the early spring on the young green wheat. The brood had almost grown to their full strength and attained the use of their wings and the full plumage of their feathers, when the owner of the field, looking over his ripe crop, said, “The time has come when I must ask all my neighbors to help me with my harvest.”
            One of the young larks heard his speech and related it to his mother, inquiring of her to what place they should move for safety.  “There is no occasion to move yet, my son,” she replied; “the man who only sends to his friends to help him with his harvest is not really in earnest.” Read the rest of this entry