Sam and the Pot . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . page 6

“Oh, thank you, Mister Pot. Thank you very much,” said Sam. “There is just one problem.”

“And what is that?” The words came into his head again.

“Well,” said Sam slowly, “when I cross from the woods to the house, anyone passing by could see me with gold in my hands. If that happened, they might take the gold away from me before I could get home and give it to mama and papa.”