Fable
Mercury & The Woodman
A poor Woodman was cutting down a tree near
the edge of a deep pool in the forest. It was late in the day and the Woodman
was tired. He had been working since sunrise and his strokes were not so sure
as they had been early that morning. Thus, it happened that the axe slipped and
flew out of his hands into the pool.
The
Woodman was in despair. The axe was all he possessed with which to make a
living, and he had not money enough to buy a new one. As he stood wringing his
hands and weeping, the god Mercury suddenly appeared and asked what the trouble
was. The Woodman told what had happened, and straightway the kind Mercury dived
into the pool. When he came up again, he held a wonderful golden axe.
"Is
this your axe?" Mercury asked the Woodman.
"No,"
answered the honest Woodman, "that is not my axe."
Mercury
laid the golden axe on the bank and sprang back into the pool. This time he
brought up an axe of silver, but the Woodman declared again that his axe was
just an ordinary one with a wooden handle.
Mercury
dived down for the third time, and when he came up again he had the very axe
that had been lost.
The
poor Woodman was very glad that his axe had been found and could not thank the
kind god enough. Mercury was greatly pleased with the Woodman's honesty.
"I
admire your honesty," he said, "and as a reward you may have all
three axes, the gold and the silver as well as your own."
The
happy Woodman returned to his home with his treasures, and soon the story of
his good fortune was known to everybody in the village. Now there were several
Woodmen in the village who believed that they could easily win the same good
fortune. They hurried out into the woods, one here, one there, and hiding their
axes in the bushes, pretended they had lost them. Then they wept and wailed and
called on Mercury to help them.
And
indeed, Mercury did appear, first to this one, then to that. To each one he
showed an axe of gold, and each one eagerly claimed it to be the one he had
lost. But Mercury did not give them the golden axe. Oh no! Instead, he gave
them each a hard whack over the head with it and sent them home. And when they
returned next day to look for their own axes, they were nowhere to be found.
Moral
- Honesty is the best policy.
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