evening for the weasel. It was in the winter time and one particular evening was very cold and wet and the man put his calves into the haggard for shelter. During the night a storm arose and he heard something scraping at the window. He jumped out of bed and he saw the weasel on the window sill. Dressing himself he went out and found one of his calves pinned under a little cock of hay that had been overturned by the storm. He was just in time to save its life, thanks to the kind weasel that had called him.