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A Little Help from a Friend

Maxwell looked at the pile of firewood. His neighbour, Mr Foy, was paying him to move it all into his shed. Maxwell had been working for an hour already, but the pile didn’t look much smaller.

Suddenly he heard someone calling his name. Looking up, he saw his friend Jon. He gave a tired wave, and Jon came over to say hi.

‘Hey. It looks like this is going to take a while. Maybe all day,’ said Jon. Maxwell shot him a look that seemed to say, ‘Thanks for stating the obvious.’

‘Can you use a wheelbarrow to haul the wood? It would be a lot quicker,’ said Jon.

‘Good idea. I can ask Mr Foy if he has one I can use,’ said Maxwell.

‘I would. You want some help, too?’ Jon asked.

‘Really? Okay,’ said Maxwell.

It turned out that Mr Foy did have a wheelbarrow behind the shed that Maxwell could use. Then Maxwell and Jon both loaded the firewood into the wheelbarrow, rolled it into the shed and stacked it neatly against a wall. The whole job took an hour.

Maxwell went to tell Mr Foy that he’d finished. Mr Foy was surprised that he was done already.

‘Yeah, it went faster than I thought,’ Maxwell said. He wondered if he should tell Mr Foy that Jon helped. Jon hadn’t asked to be paid, but Maxwell felt he should probably mention it. For some reason, though, he didn’t.

‘That’s good to hear. Here’s your pay,’ Mr Foy said, handing Maxwell some cash.

Maxwell looked at the money. It was a lot. ‘Actually, my friend Jon helped. It was his idea to use the wheelbarrow,’ Maxwell admitted.

Mr Foy nodded in approval. ‘It seems to me that Jon earned some of that money, too.’

‘Yeah,’ said Maxwell, ‘he did.’