A father, being on the point
of death, wished to be sure that his sons would give
the same attention to his farm as he himself had given
it. He called them to his bedside and said, “My
sons, there is a great treasure hid in one of my vineyards.”
The sons, after his death, took their spades and
mattocks and carefully dug over every portion of their
land. They found no treasure, but the vines
repaid their labor by an extraordinary and superabundant
crop.
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