Golden Treasure

But he dragged the old fire drum into the middle of the room and said, both to his mother and to the drum, "Father would have beaten a welcome on you today; now I must do it instead!"

So he thundered a regular tempest on the drum, and the old drum felt itself so honored that the skin of the drumhead burst.

"He certainly has a fine fist!" said the drum. "Now I'll always have a souvenir of him. I expect that his mother, too, will burst from joy over her Golden Treasure!"

That's the story of Golden Treasure.