"All right," said the workers, "we will do it;" but the drones
said, "We will have nothing to do with such a plan."

So Judge Wasp said, "It is plain to see which of you made the
comb. It belongs to the workers."

The drones buzzed away very angry, but they were not able to harm
the workers or the judge, and the workers went back to their tree.





THE WOODMAN AND HIS AX


One day a poor woodman lost his ax. He hunted all day, but he
could not find it. He was very sad, for how could he make a living
for his family without an ax? Besides he had no money with which
to buy a new one. As night came on, he sank down by the roadside
and buried his face in his hands.

He heard a noise in the bushes and raised his head. A stranger was
standing by him. "What is the matter?" asked the stranger. The
woodman told him of his trouble.

"I am sorry your ax is lost," said the stranger. "Would you know
it if you were to see it? I found an ax in the road. It may be
yours. Is this it?" he asked, holding out a gold ax.