Farmer was old and sick. wanted his three sons to tend his vineyard for him, but his sons were too lazy to help. "We don't have time for that," said the first son, "We have wine to drink," said the second. "And parties to attend," added the third. called his Farmer sighed sadly. But then he smiled to himself, and is time I told sons closer. "I am near death," he whispered to them, "so it you about treasure." "Treasure cried the sons. "I have buried a great treasure out in "Oh yes," whispered the farmer. the vineyard "In the vineyard?" cried the sons. "Where?" refused to say Farmer closed his eyes, and rested his weary body. He another word, digging the soil His sons rushed out into the vineyard. They began around the grapevines. For months they dug, turning over soil in every part of the vineyard. But the vines They didn't find a bit of treasure, not the smallest bit. had been so well dug that they became swollen with huge, juicy grapes. Farmer had the richest harvest of all time. (O'Brien, 1993:36 41)