金斧头银斧头2

Usually I collect things people drop in my river.

“ Finders, keepers— losers, weepers! ” is my motto. I’m a river god, so I get to keep what I like.

But one day, Cheng Shi accidentally dropped his axe in the water.

It was a useful tool, but I didn’t want to keep it. Instead, I offered him a golden axe to replace the one he had lost.

His eyes grew big as he stared first at me and my long white beard, and then the axe.

He shook his head. “ Thank you, Grandfather River, but that is not my axe. Mine is not as fancy. ”