One grain was all a man could eat; and in those early days,
such, too, was the merit of the people, they never had to toil
gathering the rice, for, when ripe, it fell from the stalks and
rolled into the villages, even unto the granaries. And upon a
year when the rice was larger and more plentiful than ever
before, a widow said to her daughter "Our granaries are too
small. We will pull them down and build larger." When the old
granaries were pulled down and the new one not yet ready for
use, the rice was ripe in the fields. Great haste was made, but
the rice came rolling in where the work was going on, and the
widow, angered, struck a grain and cried, "Could you not wait in
the fields until we were ready? You should not bother us now
when you are not wanted." The rice broke into thousands of
pieces and said "From this time forth, we will wait in the
fields until we are wanted," and from that time the rice has
been of small grain, and the people of the earth must gather it
into the granary from the fields. Next