The Stolen Plough, Re-told by Ellen C. Babbitt
At one time there were two traders who were great friends. One of them
lived in a small village, and one lived in a large town near-by.
One day the village trader took his plow to the large town to have it
mended. Then he left it with the trader who lived there. After some
time the town trader sold the plow, and kept the money.
When the trader from the village came to get his plow the town trader
said, "The mice have eaten your plow."
"That is strange! How could mice eat such a thing?" said the village
That afternoon when all the children went down to the river to go
swimming, the village trader took the town trader's little son to the
house of a friend saying, "Please keep this little boy here until I
come back for him."
By and by the villager went back to the town trader's house.
"Where is my son? He went away with you. Why didn't you bring him
back?" asked the town trader.
"I took him with me and left him on the bank of the river while I went
down into the water," said the villager. "While I was swimming about a
big bird seized your son, and flew up into the air with him. I
shouted, but I could not make the bird let go," he said.
"That cannot be true," cried the town trader. "No bird could carry off
a boy. I will go to the court, and you will have to go there, and tell
The villager said, "As you please"; and they both went to the court.
The town trader said to the judge:
"This fellow took my son with him to the river, and when I asked where
the boy was, he said that a bird had carried him off."
"What have you to say?" said the judge to the village trader.
"I told the father that I took the boy with me, and that a bird had
carried him off," said the village trader.
"But where in the world are there birds strong enough to carry off
boys?" said the judge.
"I have a question to ask you," answered the village trader. "If birds
cannot carry off boys, can mice eat plows?"
"What do you mean by that?" asked the judge.
"I left my good plow with this man. When I came for it he told me that
the mice had eaten it. If mice eat plows, then birds carry off boys;
but if mice cannot do this, neither can birds carry off boys. This man
says the mice ate my plow."
The judge said to the town trader, "Give back the plow to this man,
and he will give your son back to you."
And the two traders went out of the court, and by night-time one had
his son back again, and the other had his plow.