Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-10-05
Happy Workers.
In work no labor will you ind
II happiness doth I'LL your mind.
nld Mofhap Ne tY,pA

Never was there such a stack of hay
Little Chief Hare was sure of this. AND
it was a surprise haystack, for it ap-
peared seemingly from nowhere while
he and Mrs. Little Chief took a nap
Only a small amount, the result OF
many trips and hard work that morn
ing, had been spread out for jolly
round, bright Mr.. Sun to dry when
they had gone home for that needed
rest. Now here was what to them
seemed like great pile freshly cut
Really it was a double armful. And ii
had appeared as If by magic.
you better leave It alone" warned
Mrs. Little Chief. who is naturally very
cautious. ut isn't ours, and II you
NEEDLE with it, you may get us into
trouble"
ut will be ours If We take it." de-
clared Little Chief. 1--WE are the only
ones living around here. don't know
where this came from, but do know
that there is no one else around here
who cuts and stores hay. believe
that this Is intended for us. Anyway
If this Is left in pile this way it
will spoil. We can spread 1t out tc
dry and if by the time it IS properly
dried no one claims 1t 1t certainly will
be ours. Perhaps some one left it for
U.S."
Perhaps. but you know very well
no one ever did such thing before, u
retorted Mrs. Little Chief.
There has to be a first time" argued
Little Chief. Anyway it will be lust
as safe to take this as it will to keep
running back and forth across that
open space between here and the
meadow, and lot less work Indeed,
1t will be safer, for here we can always
dodge in among the rocks. This IS
opportunity, and I always did believe
in making the most of opportunity"
He began pulling apart the pile of
grasses and other plants and spreading
them out, so that they would dry
quickly and properly. Mrs. Little
Chief watched him doubtfully for a
few minutes and then joined him.
1T would be shame to let this
SPOIL said she. Jolly, round, bright
Mr.. Sun doesn't shine like this every
day. See how nicely that hay we cut
this morning is drying out. 1t is per-
feet hay weather."
Perfect" replied Little Chief, land
II it Keeps UP we will have one Of the
finest crops Of hay that we ever had
put up for the Winter. Think how
good it will taste when the Great
World is buried in snow
4'OW IllC AlIIlS NLl16lS are WOIkpIS.
Just as does Paddy the Beaver, they
find happiness in work, in getting
something done that really needs to
be done. No one knows better than
they the need of preparing in times
of plenty for the hard times that are
bound to come. Like Happy Jack
Squirrel and his relatives and some
of the Mouse family, they know the
value Of thrift. They know that no
matter how long and severe the Winter
may be, they will be comfortable and
not mind it at all If they have plenty
of coed food to carry them Though
until green things once more appear.
Labor is work wherein there is no
pleasure. There was no labor in this
work, They even ceased to wonder
where this bounty had come from. Nc
happier people were to be found in all
the Great World that day than these
two little Pikas, or Comics, as some peo-
pie cell them. The pile of plants was
pulled apart and spread out on the
rocks SO that every bit would properly
dry and so retain its sweetness and
goodness.
And watching them from hiding
place nearby, Farmer Browns Boy
chuckled noiselessly and admired them