Who hoards and hides is bound to lose

His treasures to the one who’ll use.

—Old Mother Nature

Trader the Wood Rat was perfectly happy. Never in his short life had he had so many treasures. The best part of it was most of them were bright, shiny treasures. Trader dearly loves anything that is bright and shiny. Safe in his castle, which not even Yowler the Bob Cat could tear open, he had played with them all night, and when daylight approached, he curled up to sleep and dreamed about those treasures.

He was awakened by a great noise. He didn’t know what to make of it.

For a few moments he lay still and listened. Then he crept out of his bed and stole to the entrance to his house and looked down. There on the ground under the tree were several of those two-legged creatures called men, an

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