The following day when he met the neighbour's son again, he noticed that his gait, his voice, and his facial expressions were not like those of a hatchet-stealer at all.

After a few days, the hatchet was found. It turned out to be that when he went up the hill to cut firewood a few days ago, he left his hatchet there.

Once upon a time, there was a villager who lost a hatchet. He suspected that his neighbour's son had stolen it.

Thereupon, he watched every move of the neighbour's son. He felt that his gait, his voice, and his facial expressions were all not the same as usual. It really seemed that the hatchet had been stolen by him.