In a barley field lived a family of larks, huddled together in a cozy spot.
One day, the mother lark said to her baby larks,
“When the barley is harvested, we’ll have to move.”
A few days later, the owner of the barley field said,
“The barley is ripe. I should ask my neighbors to help with the harvest.”
The baby larks were startled.
“Mom! Let’s move right away!”
“Not yet. It’s okay,” the mother lark reassured them.
The next day, the field owner said,
“I really need to harvest soon. I’ll ask my friend for help.”
The baby larks looked anxiously at their mother. But she gently shook her head.
“Still not yet.”
Several days later, the owner said,
“This won’t do. I’ll have to harvest it myself!”
At that, the mother lark said,
“Now it’s certain. Let’s go, little ones. It’s time to move.”