A Mill,a Donkey,and a Cat

A Mill, a Donkey, and a Cat

It was a chilly morning. Some people gathered in a graveyard. The town miller had died.

The miller's three sons stood the grave. Their names were Francis , Batista, and Carabas. “ I'll miss Father, ” Francis said. Batista nodded. “ I will too. ”

Carabas wiped away a tear. “ I’m glad he lived a nice long life. ”

Later the brothers went to the mill. “ Father was quite poor, ” Batista said. “ He only owned this mill and a donkey. ” “ I'm taking the mill, ” Francis said.

“ You?” Batista cried. “ I’m the oldest, ” Francis said. “ I’ll take over Father’s business. And I’ll make money grinding flour. ”