An artist went to the country for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Every day he went out with his brushes and painted from morning till night, and then when it got dark, he went back to the farm and had a good supper before he went to bed. At the end of his holiday he wanted to pay the farmer, but the farmer said, "No, I don’t want money. Give me one of your pictures. What is money In a week it will be gone, but your picture will be here." The artist was very happy and thanked the farmer very much for that. The farmer smiled and answered, "It is not that. I have a son in London. He wants to be an artist. When he comes here next week, I’ll show him your picture, and then I think, he will not want to be an artist any more. "