WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:02.720 Once upon a time a farmer was dying. 00:00:02.720 --> 00:00:05.770 His last thoughts were for his sons – 00:00:05.770 --> 00:00:10.620 his useless, lazy, layabout sons. 00:00:10.620 --> 00:00:14.070 How would they manage once he’d gone? 00:00:14.070 --> 00:00:17.170 He called them to his bedside. 00:00:17.170 --> 00:00:22.110 ‘Before I die, I must tell you a secret.’ 00:00:22.110 --> 00:00:24.630 The lads leant closer. 00:00:24.630 --> 00:00:28.450 ‘Gold. There’s gold in the fields.’ 00:00:28.450 --> 00:00:29.740 ‘Where?’ They said. 00:00:29.740 --> 00:00:31.530 ‘Which field did you bury it in?’ 00:00:31.530 --> 00:00:35.900 ‘It is in the—’ 00:00:35.900 --> 00:00:37.930 Dead. 00:00:37.930 --> 00:00:40.270 The three lads ran to the fields and set to work, 00:00:40.250 --> 00:00:43.210 turning over the earth, examining every rock: 00:00:43.210 --> 00:00:44.880 nothing. 00:00:44.880 --> 00:00:46.950 When they’d finished, 00:00:46.950 --> 00:00:48.620 ‘Oh well,’ said one, 00:00:48.620 --> 00:00:52.530 ‘after all that work, we might as well plant some seed.’ 00:00:52.530 --> 00:00:56.450 A few months later they saw it, 00:00:56.450 --> 00:01:01.910 covering the field, shivering in the wind: 00:01:01.830 --> 00:01:04.180 the gold.