Mygrandfatherhadasmallfarm.Hewouldusehisoldmachinetoharvestduringtheharvesttime.Healsoworkedinafactoryinthetown.Hewaskindandmanypeoplelovedhim.
Duringoneharvestseason,aneighborcametoaskmygrandfatherforhelpwithhis
corn.Mygrandfatheragreedquickly.However,afterfinishingourcorn,the
machinebrokedown.
Atthesametime,thefactoryaskedmygrandfathertoworkformorehours.So,mygrandfatherhadtoleavehomeearlyand
wouldnotgethomeuntilverylate.
Onenight,mygrandfathersatatthetablethinkingofasolution."Youshouldtellhimthatyoucan’t
helphim,"saidmygrandmother.
"Myfriendbelievedinme.Ican’tlethimdown1!"
"Youcan’tdoitwithoutthemachine,"shesaid.
"MaybeIcoulddoitbyhand,"hesaid.
"Youhavenotimeexceptatnightanditistoodark,"shesaid.Thenmy
grandfatherlookedatthecalendarandsaidhappily,"Aha!There’sstill
onemorefullmooninOctober.Iftheweatherisclear,IthinkIcando
it."
Ononecoldnight,afterworkingallday,mygrandfatherwentto
thefarmandfinishedthecornunderthebrightmoon.Afterhefinished
harvesting,Isawabigpileofcornstandingthere,respecting2amanwhokepthisword.