Ivá；nhadploughedupthewholefallow，allbutonelittlestrip。
Hecametofinishit。Thoughhisstomachached，theploughingmustbedone。Hefreedtheharnessropes，turnedtheplough，andbegantowork。Hedroveonefurrow，butcomingbacktheploughbegantodragasifithadcaughtinaroot。Itwastheimp，whohadtwistedhislegsroundtheploughshareandwasholdingitback。
’Whatastrangething！’thoughtIvá；n。’Therewerenorootshereatall，andyethere’saroot。’
Ivá；npushedhishanddeepintothefurrow，gropedabout，and，feelingsomethingsoft，seizedholdofitandpulleditout。Itwasblacklikearoot，butitwriggled。Why，itwasaliveimp！
’Whatanastything！’saidIvá；n，andheliftedhishandtodashitagainsttheplough，buttheimpsquealedout: