An old man was gathering sticks in a forest.
At last he grew very tired and hopeless. He threw down all the sticks and cried out， "I cannot bear this life any longer. Ah， I wish Death would come and take me!"
As he spoke， Death appeared， and said to him， "What would you do， old man? I heard you call me."
"Please， sir，" replied the old man， "would you help me lift this bundle of sticks up to my shoulder?"