Guillaume and Tate made their way around the farm, checking to see that all was well. Tate remarked that the farm looked very prosperous; the barns and the farmhouse all had new rooves, and there were more cows than when she had last visited.
"Yes," explained Guillaume. "Farmer Jean-Paul and I have been fortunate. Shall I tell you the story of how it came about?"
"Please," replied Tate. "I would like that very much."
As they walked toward the house, Guillaume began his story.
"When I was just a kitten, Jean-Paul would put his cheeses in the cave on the hillside to ripen. I often accompanied him on his trips to inspect the cheeses. Once, I ventured to the cave by myself.
"Not knowing any better, I had taken a bit of bread from the kitchen and carried it with me to the cave for my lunch. Being rather distractable, I soon grew tired of it and left it on the floor of the cave.