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CHAPTER III 

 ploughed farmer thought 



The wheat was carried into a large field. 

 It had just been ploughed. 



So the air was 

 full of the smell of 

 fresh earth. 



The sky was a 

 deep, deep blue. 



But the air was 

 cool. 



There were no 

 leaves on the trees. 

 The farmer put 

 his great brown 

 hand into the bag. 

 He threw the lit- 

 tle grain of wheat fai from him. 



Our little grain found herself in the shadow 

 of a large warm clod of earth. 



At first she thought that she was all alone. 

 Then she heard a voice from the other side 

 of the clod. 



It was the wise little grain of wheat. 



