he thought of, shook the bag, and out came that which he had named.
Musai now became rich and prosperous. He told his brother how this good fortune had come to him in a dream, and this made Chô more jealous of him than before.
Chô made up his mind to get another such paper bag for himself, so he took some of Musai's rice-seed, planted it, and waited impatiently for it to grow.
In due time it ripened, and now he waited for the birds to come and eat the rice. To his delight they came, and he lost no time in driving them away, pursuing them to the field where Musai had slept and dreamed.
He lay down, intending to follow his brother's example, but found that he could not go to sleep, try as hard as he might. He had not been there long before a group of children came to the field and began to play and enjoy themselves. After a while they all sat down in a ring, and Chô, who pretended to be asleep, watched carefully out of one half-opened eye to see what they would do next.
He saw the eldest one come to the stone
