The fourth brother said, “It’s a good thing I know how to make the body move!” As he sang to his father’s heart, the hunter sat up and looked around.

“Where have I been?” the father asked. His sons answered, “You were lost, but we have found you.”

The father smiled at his sons. “You are my treasures,” he said. Then he picked up his spear, his bow, and his arrows and went home with his sons.

At first, the wife was happy to see her husband. Then she looked away from him in shame. “You were gone for so long that we forgot you,” she said.

“You are my treasures.”

The hunter smiled at his wife. “You are my treasure,” he said. He sat down by the fire, picked up a knife and a lump of wood, and began to carve. His sons watched him. He carved all night. He carved for a week. He carved for a month. He carved for a year. The hunter made the most beautiful carving that his wife and sons had ever seen. The carving showed every animal in the forest. It showed every tree and every flower.

The father looked at his family. “This carving is for the one who saved my life,” he said.