The very next morning, as Tomas stepped out of his little house, something black caught his eye.
It was the crow! It sat on the fence post, waiting for him.
Tomas smiled. “Hello, old friend,” he whispered.
The crow gave a soft caw and then flew a little way ahead, looking back as if to say, “Follow me!”
Tomas, full of curiosity, followed the crow as it fluttered from tree to tree, deeper into the woods than he usually went.
Finally, the crow landed on a low branch, pecking excitedly at something hidden beneath a thick blanket of snow.
Tomas carefully brushed away the snow.
To his surprise, he found a big, beautiful bush, covered in bright red berries!
They were sweet and juicy, and there were so many of them!
Tomas gathered handful after handful, filling his pockets and then his cap.
He brought enough berries home to feed his whole family that day, a lovely, sweet treat they hadn't had in ages.
His mother hugged him tightly. “Where did you find such a treasure, my boy?”