WaitingforaHaretoTurnup
TherewasapeasantinthelandofSongwhohadatreeinhisfield.
Onedayaharedashedup,knockedagainstthetreeandfelldeadwith
itsneckbrocken.
Thenthepeasantputdownhishoeandwaitedbythetreeforanother
haretoturnup.Nomoreharesappeared,however,buthebecame
thelaughing-stockoftheland.