I am tired
of it."
The gullet said, "My whole life is given up to carrying the grist
to the mill. I do not like such work. Let the mill feed itself. It
has no business to work us to death."
"Let us all stop work," cried the mill feeders. "We will stop at
once;" and so the mill shut down.
Many hours after, the lips said, "How strange that we should not
feel like talking now that we have nothing else to do!"
The hands said, "We are too weak to paint or to write. We never
felt so tired before."
The tongue became parched and all the mill feeders were unhappy.
More hours passed; then the mill feeders held another meeting. It
was a short, quiet, earnest meeting.
"We have been fools," they all said. "The mill was working for us
while we were working for it. Our strength came from the grist
which we sent to it. We can do nothing without the help of the
mill. Let us go to work again. If the mill will only grind for us,
we will gladly furnish the grist."
THE FARMER AND HIS SONS
"Boys, why are you always quarreling? That is no way to live,"
said a farmer to his sons one day.
The sons would not listen to their father. Each wanted the best of
everything. Each thought the father did more for the others than
for him.
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