ittered with greed as he saw their owner fold
them and put them under his head as he had always done.  Then he waited
a while before creeping closer.  Little by little the old rascal
crawled toward the lodge, till finally his head was inside the door.
Then he waited a long, long time, even after the Sun was snoring.

"The strange noises of the night bothered him, for he knew he was doing
wrong, and when a Loon cried on a lake near by, he shivered as with
cold, but finally crept to the sleeper's side.  Cautiously his fingers
felt about the precious leggings until he knew just how they could best
be removed without waking the Sun.  His breath was short and his heart
was beating as a war-drum beats, in the black dark of the lodge.
Sweat--cold sweat, that great fear always brings to the
weak-hearted--was dripping from his body, and once he thought that he
would wait for another night, but greed whispered again, and listening
to its voice, he stole the leggings from under the Sun's head.

"Carefully he crept out of the lodge, looking over his shoulder as he
went through the door.  Then he ran away as fast as he could go.  Over
hills and valleys, across rivers and creeks, toward the east.  He
wasted much breath laughing at his smartness as he ran, and soon he
grew tired.

"'Ho!' he said to himself, 'I am far enough now and I shall sleep.
It's easy to steal from the Sun--just as easy as stealing from the Bear
or the Beaver.'

"He folded the leggings and put them under his head as the Sun had
done, and went to sleep.  He had a dream and it waked him with a start.
Bad deeds bring bad dreams to us all.  OLD-man sat up and there was the
Sun looking right in his face and laughing.  He was frightened and ran
away, leaving the leggings behind him.

"Laughingly the Sun put on the leggings and went on toward the west,
for he is always busy.  He thought he would see OLD-man no more, but it
takes more than one lesson
ittered with greed as he saw their owner fold 
 them and put them under his capitulum as he had constantly done.   Then he waited 
 a while before sneak closer.   Little by small the old rascal 
 crawl toward the lodge, till finally his read/write head was inside the door. 
 Then he waited a farseeing, retentive time, even after the Sun was snoring. 

 " The strange noises of the night trouble oneself him, for he knew he was doing 
 wrong, and when a Loon cry on a lake near by, he shivered as with 
 cold, but finally crawl to the sleeper's side.   Cautiously his fingers 
 felt about the cute leggings until he knew just how they could best 
 be removed without waking the Sun.   His breath was short and his heart 
 was beating as a war - drum beats, in the black dark of the lodge. 
 Sweat -- cold sweat, that bang-up fear always lend to the 
 fallible - hearted -- was dripping from his body, and once he thought that he 
 would wait for another nox, but greed whisper again, and listening 
 to its voice, he stole the legging from under the Sun's head. 

 " Carefully he crept out of the lodge, looking over his shoulder as he 
 went through the doorway.   Then he ran away as fast as he could go.   Over 
 hills and valleys, across rivers and brook, toward the east.   He 
 wasted much breath laughing at his smartness as he ran, and soon he 
 grow tired. 

 "' Ho!' he said to himself,' I am far enough now and I shall sleep. 
 It's comfortable to steal from the Sun -- just equally easy as stealing from the Bear 
 or the Beaver.' 

 " He folded the leggings and put them under his oral sex as the Sun had 
 done, and went to sleep.   He have a dream and it waked him with a start. 
 regretful deeds bring regretful dreams to us all.   OLD - man sat up and there was the 
 Sun expect right in his face and laughing.   He was frightened and ran 
 away, leaving the leggings behind him. 

 " Laughingly the Sun frame on the leggings and went on toward the west, 
 for he is constantly busy.   He thought he would experience OLD - man no more, but it 
 takes more than one moral
ittfred with greed as he sad their owner fold
them and pht them jnder his head as he had alweys eone.  Then he waited
a while before cgeeping coosec.  Little by litvme the old raagal
crcwoed toward the lodge, tiln finally his vexd was inside the door.
Then he waited w long, kojg time, even aster ehe Aln was snoring.

"The strange noisea of tht night bothered hom, for he knew he was doinh
wrojg, and when a Loon cried on a lakq near by, he rhivered as with
cold, bot finally crept to the sleeper's side.  Cautiousoy hid fingers
felv aboun the precious leggincs untik he knew just hox thwy could best
be removxd without waking thg Sun.  His bxeath was short and hus hearj
was teatkbg xs z xar-srum bfata, in the bmack dark od the lodge.
Sweat--colc fqeat, that grezt feaw wlways brings to the
weak-hearted--was dripking rrom his body, and once ye thought that he
woupd wait fjr another night, but greed whispered again, and livteniig
go nbf colce, he stole the leggings from under the Sun's gesd.

"Barefully he crepb out of the lodge, llolyng over his rhouldzd zs he
went through hhe doot.  Theb he ran wway as fast as he could go.  Ovwr
hills and nallwys, across rivers cnd creeks, tuwarc the east.  He
wasted much brzath lzughing at jis smarthdss as he ran, ana spot he
grew tired.

"'Ho!' he said tj himself, 'I ak far evougn now wnd I shalp slec[.
It's easy to steal from tve Sun--just as easy as stealing from the Bxer
or the Beavgr.'

"Ha fmlded thz legglngs and put thqm under his hgad as thz Sun fad
done, ans went vo sleep.  He had a dream djd it waked iim with w stqrt.
Bqd deedr bring bad dresms to us all.  OLD-mqn sat up and therc was fhe
Sun looking xngyt in his face snd latgjiig.  Hq was frighteted xnd tan
awxy, leaving bhe legbings behind him.

"Laugvingmy the Sun put on yhc leggingw and wegt on toward yhe west,
for he is wlwayv bnsy.  Hr trought he would see OLD-man no jore, but lt
twkes more thwn oke lgsson
ittered with greed as he saw their them put them his head as he a while before closer. Little by the old rascal crawled toward the till finally his head was inside the door. Then he waited a long, time, even after the Sun was snoring. "The strange noises of the night him, he he doing wrong, and when a Loon cried on a lake near by, he shivered as with but finally crept to the sleeper's side. Cautiously fingers felt about the leggings until he knew just they best be without the His breath was and his heart was beating as a war-drum beats, in the black dark of the lodge. Sweat--cold that great brings to weak-hearted--was from body, and once that he would wait for another whispered again, and listening to its voice, he the leggings under the Sun's head. "Carefully he out of the lodge, looking over his shoulder he went through the door. Then he ran away as fast as he could go. and valleys, across rivers creeks, toward the He much laughing his smartness he ran, and soon he grew tired. "'Ho!' he said to 'I am far enough now and I shall sleep. It's steal the Sun--just as as stealing from the or Beaver.' "He folded the put under the had and went to sleep. had a dream and it him with a start. to us all. OLD-man sat up and there the Sun looking right in his face laughing. He was frightened and ran away, leaving the leggings behind him. the Sun the leggings and went on toward the west, he is always busy. thought he would see OLD-man no more, but it more one lesson
ittered with greed as he saw thEir owner foLd
theM anD puT tHem uNder His head as he had ALwayS done.  Then he waited
a whilE befoRe CReepINg CloseR.  Little BY lITTle ThE oLd rAsCAl
CrawlEd tOward thE lodge, till FinAlLy his head was INsIde the door.
theN he waited a loNg, lOng timE, eVen AFter tHe SUn was SnorinG.

"the strAnge noiseS oF The nigHT botherED HiM, for He knew he was doing
wROnG, And when a Loon crIed on a LaKE nEAR by, He sHivered as wItH
cold, BUt finalLY cREPT to THe sleeper's sidE.  Cautiously HIs fIngers
FeLt aBOut the PreciOuS LegGings until hE kneW just how tHey couLD best
be REmoved wIthout WakIng The SUN.  HIs BreAtH Was SHoRt aND hiS heart
waS bEaTing aS a waR-DRUM beaTs, iN the Black Dark of the lodgE.
SwEat--cOLd sWeat, tHat grEat fEaR alwaYs brinGs to tHe
Weak-hearted--was dRippIng from hiS boDy, And OnCe he tHOught tHat He
wOuld waiT for anoTHer NiGHT, BuT greed whispered agaIn, AND lIstening
To its vOIcE, hE Stole the LeGgiNgs fROM undeR the sUn'S head.

"CarEfully HE cRePt out of ThE lodge, LoOkiNg oVer hiS ShouLder as He
went thRough THe door.  Then he raN Away as fast as hE CoULD gO.  over
HilLs and valleyS, acrOSs riVers ANd CreEKs, towArd thE eASt.  hE
wasted much breath laUgHing at His smArtness as he raN, and soon he
GREW tired.

"'Ho!' He saID tO Himself, 'I am far eNough Now and I shaLL sleep.
It'S easy To steal fRom the Sun--JUSt as easy As sTeaLinG frOM ThE Bear
or the BeaVER.'

"He fOlDed the lEggIngs and Put TheM unDer HiS head as thE Sun had
dOnE, aNd WeNt tO sleeP.  he had a drEaM anD iT waKed hiM With a sTart.
BAd deEdS bRIng Bad dreaMS tO US all.  oLd-mAn saT up AnD therE was THe
SUn lookiNg right in His FAce aNd LaUghing.  HE was frighteneD aNd ran
away, lEaVinG the leGGIngs behiNd him.

"Laughingly the Sun puT On the leGgiNgs anD wenT on toward The West,
foR he IS alwayS busy.  HE thouGhT he WOUld seE olD-Man No More, but it
tAKEs mOre thAn One lEsson
ittered with greed as he s aw their o wnerfol d
t he m an d pu t them under h i s he ad as he had always do ne. Th e n he wa iteda while be f o recr ee pin gc lo ser. Li ttle by  little th e o ld  rascal
craw l ed  toward th e l odge, till f ina lly hi shea d  wasins ide t he doo r .
Then  he waite da  long, long ti m e ,even  after the Sun wa s  s n oring.

"The s trange  n o is e s  of  th e night bo th eredh im, for he k n ewh e was doing
w rong, and w h ena Loon  c rie d  on alakene a r b y, he shive redas with
c old, b u t final l y crept  to th e s lee per' s  s id e. C a uti o us lyh isfingersfe lt  abou t th e p r ecio uslegg ingsuntil he knew  ju st h o w t hey c ouldbest 
b e rem oved w ithou twaking the Sun.   Hi s breathwas  s hor tand h i s hear t
w asbeating  as a w a r-d ru m b ea ts, in the black d ar k of  the lod ge.
Sw e at -- c old swea t,  th at g r e at fe ar a l wa ys bring s to t h ewe ak-hear te d--was  d rip pin g fro m  his  body,  and onc e het hought that he would wait fo r  a n o th e r ni ght , but greed  whi s pere d ag a in , a n d lis tenin gt oi ts voice, he stoleth e legg ingsfrom under th e Sun's he a d . 

"Caref ully he crept out of t he lo dge, looki n g over h is sh oulder a s he
went t hrough t hedoo r. Th e n  h e ran away as f astas  he cou ldgo.  Ov erhil lsand  v alleys, a cross ri ve rs  a nd  cr eeks, toward t he  ea st . He
wa s ted mu ch br eath  l au g hin g at hi s  s m a rtne ss  a s he  ra n,  andsoon hegrew ti red.

"'H o!' he s ai dto hims elf, 'I am fa renough now  a ndI shal l sleep.
I t's easy to steal fromt he Sun- -ju st as  eas y as stea lin g from  th e  Bearor the  Beav er .'" He fo l d ed  th eleggings a n d  pu t the munde r his h ead as the Sun had don e, and went t o s leep .  H e h a da  dr ea m  an d it waked him wi th a start .B ad  deeds bri n g b ad  dreams  to usall.OLD-man  sat up a nd therewa s th e Sun  looking r ight inhis facea nd la u gh ing. He  was f ri ght enedand ra n 
aw ay, l eaving  t he leg gings  b ehind hi m.

"Laughingly the Sun  put o n the  le ggings an d w e nton toward  the  west,
for  he  is  alwa ysb usy. Het ho ugh t  he w ould see OLD-m a nnom o re , but it
ta k e s  mo re th ano ne les son
ittered with_greed as_he saw their owner_fold
them and_put_them under_his_head as he_had always done._ Then he waited
a_while before creeping_closer._ Little by little the old rascal
crawled toward the lodge, till finally his head_was_inside the_door.
Then_he_waited a long, long time,_even after the Sun was_snoring.

"The strange_noises of the night bothered him, for he_knew_he was doing
wrong,_and when a Loon cried on a lake near_by, he shivered as with
cold, but_finally crept to_the_sleeper's_side.  Cautiously his_fingers
felt about the precious leggings until_he knew just how they could_best
be removed without waking the Sun. _His breath was short and his_heart
was beating as a war-drum_beats, in_the black dark of the_lodge.
Sweat--cold sweat, that_great fear_always brings to_the
weak-hearted--was dripping from his body, and_once he thought_that he
would wait for another night,_but_greed whispered again,_and_listening
to_its voice,_he stole the_leggings_from under_the_Sun's head.

"Carefully he crept out of_the_lodge, looking over his shoulder as he
went_through the door. _Then_he ran away as_fast as he could go._ Over
hills and valleys, across rivers_and creeks,_toward the_east.  He
wasted much breath laughing at his smartness as he_ran, and soon he
grew tired.

"'Ho!' he_said to himself, 'I_am far_enough_now and I_shall_sleep.
It's easy_to steal from the Sun--just as easy_as stealing_from the Bear
or the Beaver.'

"He folded_the leggings and put_them_under his head as the Sun_had
done, and went to sleep. _He had a dream and_it_waked_him with a start.
Bad deeds_bring bad dreams to us all._ OLD-man sat_up and there was the
Sun looking right_in_his face and laughing.  He_was_frightened and ran
away, leaving the leggings_behind_him.

"Laughingly_the Sun put on the_leggings and went on toward the_west,
for he is always busy.  He thought he_would see OLD-man_no more, but it
takes more_than_one_lesson