THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES
 A LARK made her nest in a
field of young wheat. As the
days passed, the wheat stalks
grew tall and the young birds,
too, grew in strength. Then one
day, when the ripe golden grain
waved in the breeze, the Farmer
and his son came into the field.
"This wheat is now ready for
reaping," said the Farmer. "We
must call in our neighbors and
friends to help us harvest it."
The young Larks in their nest
close by were much frightened,
for they knew they would be in
great danger if they did not leave
the nest before the reapers came.
When the Mother Lark returned
with food for them, they told her
what they had heard.
"Do not be frightened, children," said the Mother Lark. "If
the Farmer said he would call in
his neighbors and friends to help
him do his work, this wheat wi11
not be reaped for a while vet."
A few days later, the wheat
was so ripe, that when the wind
shook the stalks, a hail of wheat
grains came rustling down on
the young Larks' heads.
"If this wheat is not harvested at once," said the Farmer,
"we shall lose half the crop. We
cannot wait any longer for help
from our friends. Tomorrow we
must set to work, ourselves."
When the young Larks told
their mother what they had heard
that day. she said:
"Then we must be off at once.
When a man decides to do his
own work and not depend on any
one else, then you may be sure
there will be no more delay."
There was much fluttering
and trying out of wings that
afternoon, and at sunrise next
day, when the Farmer and his
son cut down the grain, they
found an empty nest.
Self-help is the best help.