A Wise Counting.
Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions.
Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question.
Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer".
Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?"
Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord".
"How can you be so sure?" asked Akbar.
Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere".
Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit.
Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions.
Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question.
Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer".
Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?"
Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord".
"How can you be so sure?" asked Akbar.
Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere".
Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit.
MORAL : A witty answer will serve its purpose.
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Let us enjoy reading this story of The Disobedient Son.
Once there was a rich farmer in a village. He had a lot of land, cattle, money and many servants. He had two sons. He led a happy life with them. After few years, the younger of the two sons became unhappy.
He asked his father for his share of property. His father advised him not demand like that. His mother also advised her son to do so. But he would not listen to his father’s words. He got his share and sold them. He had a huge amount with him. Once he got much money, he got bad company of friends.
With this amount, he travelled to a distant country where he did all he wished. He had another bad company of friends there as well. Because of this, he fell into evil ways.
All the money was gone. He became poor. AT that time, no one helped him out of bad company. Soon, he fell into debt. Then he understood his mistake and returned to his country and to his parents.
He afterwards obeyed his parents and led a happy life.
Moral : WE should obey our parents.
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A Moral Story : The Disobedient Son
Once there was a rich farmer in a village. He had a lot of land, cattle, money and many servants. He had two sons. He led a happy life with them. After few years, the younger of the two sons became unhappy.
He asked his father for his share of property. His father advised him not demand like that. His mother also advised her son to do so. But he would not listen to his father’s words. He got his share and sold them. He had a huge amount with him. Once he got much money, he got bad company of friends.
With this amount, he travelled to a distant country where he did all he wished. He had another bad company of friends there as well. Because of this, he fell into evil ways.
All the money was gone. He became poor. AT that time, no one helped him out of bad company. Soon, he fell into debt. Then he understood his mistake and returned to his country and to his parents.
He afterwards obeyed his parents and led a happy life.
Moral : WE should obey our parents.
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In Madhanpur lived a very hardworking farmer named Gopal. He has three sons Ram, Laxman and Hanuman. All three were strong and healthy. But they were all lazy.
Gopal was sad thinking about his sons and the future of his farmland.
One day, Gopal got a flash of an idea. He called all his sons and said, "Ram! Laxman! and Hanuman! I have hidden a treasure in our farmland. You search and share the treasure among you."
The three sons were overjoyed. They went to the fields and started searching Ram started from one end. Laxman searched from the other end. And Hanuman did so from the centre. They dug each and every inch of the field. But they could not find anything.
Gopal said to his sons, “Dear boys! Now you have tooled and conditioned the field, why not we sow a crop!" Off went the sons to sow the crops.
Days passed. Soon, the crops grew lushly green. The sons were delighted. The father said, "Sons, this is the real treasure I wanted you to share".
MORAL : Fruits of hard work are always sweet.
A Moral Story : The Farmer
and His Lazy Sons
and His Lazy Sons
In Madhanpur lived a very hardworking farmer named Gopal. He has three sons Ram, Laxman and Hanuman. All three were strong and healthy. But they were all lazy.
Gopal was sad thinking about his sons and the future of his farmland.
One day, Gopal got a flash of an idea. He called all his sons and said, "Ram! Laxman! and Hanuman! I have hidden a treasure in our farmland. You search and share the treasure among you."
The three sons were overjoyed. They went to the fields and started searching Ram started from one end. Laxman searched from the other end. And Hanuman did so from the centre. They dug each and every inch of the field. But they could not find anything.
Gopal said to his sons, “Dear boys! Now you have tooled and conditioned the field, why not we sow a crop!" Off went the sons to sow the crops.
Days passed. Soon, the crops grew lushly green. The sons were delighted. The father said, "Sons, this is the real treasure I wanted you to share".
MORAL : Fruits of hard work are always sweet.
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The Girl without Hands : A Short Story
"What can that be but my apple-tree?" thought the miller, and said, "Yes," and gave a written promise to the stranger.
He, however, laughed mockingly and said, "When three years have passed, I will come and carry away what belongs to me," and then he went.
When the miller got home, his wife came to meet him and said, "Tell me miller. Where does this sudden wealth come into our house?"
All at once every box and chest was filled. No one brought it in.
“I know not how it happened." He answered, "It comes from a stranger who met me in the forest and promised me great treasure. I, in return, have promised him what stands behind the mill. We can very well give him the big apple-tree for it."
"Ah, husband," said the terrified wife, "that must have been the devil! He did not mean the apple-tree, but our daughter, who was standing behind the mill sweeping the yard."
The miller's daughter was a beautiful, pious girl and lived through the three years in the fear of God and without sin. When therefore the time was over and the day came when the Evil-one was to fetch her, she washed herself clean and made a circle round herself with chalk.
The devil appeared quite early, but he could not come near to her. Angrily, he said to the miller, "Take all water away from her, that she may no longer be able to wash herself, for otherwise I have no power over her."
The miller was afraid and did so. The next morning the devil came again, but she had wept on her hands and they were quite clean. Again he could not get near her and furiously said to the miller, "Cut her hands off, or else I cannot get the better of her."
The miller was shocked and answered, "How could I cut off my own child's hands?"
Then the Evil-one threatened him and said, "If thou dost not do it thou art mine, and I will take thee thyself."
The father became alarmed and promised to obey him. So he went to the girl and said, "My child, if I do not cut off both thine hands, the devil will carry me away, and in my terror I have promised to do it. Help me in my need and forgive me the harm I do thee."
She replied, "Dear father, do with me what you will, I am your child."
Thereupon she laid down both her hands and let them be cut off. The devil came for the third time, but she had wept so long and so much on the stumps, that after all they were quite clean. Then he had to give in and had lost all right over her. The miller said to her, "I have by means of thee received such great wealth that I will keep thee most delicately as long as thou livest."
But she replied, "Here I cannot stay, I will go forth, compassionate people will give me as much as I require." Thereupon she caused her maimed arms to be bound to her back, and by sunrise she set out on her way and walked the whole day until night fell. Then she came to a royal garden and by the shimmering of the moon she saw that trees covered with beautiful fruits grew in it, but she could not enter, for there was much water round about it.
And as she had walked the whole day and not eaten one mouthful and hunger tormented her, she thought, "Ah, if I were but inside, that I might eat of the fruit, else must I die of hunger!" Then she knelt down, called on God the Lord, and prayed. And suddenly an angel came towards her, who made a dam in the water, so that the moat became dry and she could walk through it. And now she went into the garden and the angel went with her. She saw a tree covered with beautiful pears, but they were all counted.
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Simple Simon
One evening, Simple Simon met a pie man. The pie man was on his way to a food fair in the village.
“Dear pie man, let me taste one of your pies," said Simple Simon.
“Alright, but first you have to give me a penny. Then I will give you a pie," said the pie man.
“I’m sorry but I don’t have any money," said Simple Simon. The pie man smiled and left Simple Simon standing by the roadside. Simon did not have a pie from the pie-man who did not give pie to the Simon because Simon did not give penny to the pie-man.
Moral of the story :
Everything has a price. We have to pay the price to attain what we want. Otherwise, our life will not make a progress.
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Star Wish
In a faraway land, there lived an orphan named Emily. She lived in an orphanage and had lots of friends. Nevertheless, she wanted a mother and a father. She stood by the window and looked up to the sky. She saw one single bright star. She wished upon that star.
“Oh bright star, I wish I have a mother and a father. Have this wish and make my wish come true," said Emily softly.
A week later, a childless couple came to the orphanage and wanted to adopt Emily. She was so happy that her wish had come true. Her prayer and wishes were fulfilled by the God.
Do not lose heart and hope if you do not have what others have. You should take efforts to have what you want.
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Once upon a time, there lived a crooked man in a small village. Nobody liked the crooked man because he was dishonest. Therefore, the crooked man left and walked along a very crooked and long road.
Along the way, he found a crooked six pence beside a crooked stile. Then he came to a small town. The people in the town did not welcome him. He needed a companion and so he bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse.
Later, he came to a small hill far away from the town. He built a little crooked house where he lived happily with his crooked cat.
Moral of the story :
Whether a person is good or bad, he still needs companionship. A good companionship will change the heart of the bad-people.
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The Crooked Man
Once upon a time, there lived a crooked man in a small village. Nobody liked the crooked man because he was dishonest. Therefore, the crooked man left and walked along a very crooked and long road.
Along the way, he found a crooked six pence beside a crooked stile. Then he came to a small town. The people in the town did not welcome him. He needed a companion and so he bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse.
Later, he came to a small hill far away from the town. He built a little crooked house where he lived happily with his crooked cat.
Moral of the story :
Whether a person is good or bad, he still needs companionship. A good companionship will change the heart of the bad-people.
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Old Mother Hubbard
One day, old Mother Hubbard’s dog was hungry. He barked at Mother Hubbard for a bone.
She went to her cupboard and opened “Oh dear," said Mother Hubbard. “I am sorry, my dear dog. There are no more bones left in the cupboard," added Mother Hubbard.
Therefore, Mother Hubbard could not give a bone to the dog. The poor dog whimpered in disappointment.
Moral of the story :
Do not be sad if you are disappointed. You can always try to find other alternative.
I caught a little fish. = 1..2..3..4..5..
One fine morning, a little boy was having a picnic with his parents near a stream. The little boy brought a net. He wanted to catch a fish. He waded into the stream with his net in one hand. He went there to fish in the stream.
After a few hours in the stream, he went back to his parents.
“Did you catch any fish?" asked his father.
“Yes. But I let it go," replied the little boy.
“Why did you let it go?" asked his father again.
“Because it bit my finger," said the little boy.
“Which finger did it bite?" asked his mother.
“It bit my little finger on the right," said the little boy holding up his right little finger.
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A Moral Story : Clever Thief
Devan was a clever thief. He robbed the rich and gave all to the sick and the needy. The other thieves were jealous of him. They planned to get rid of him. They challenged to steal the King’s Pyjamas.
Deven accepted the challenge. After that he prepared to execute the new challenge. He charted out a plan to steal the King. He prepared himself mentally to carry out a plan.
He went to the King’s Palace. He found the King sleeping. He opened a bottle of red ants on the bed. The King was badly bitten. He cried for help. The servants rushed in. They pretended to look for ants. Deven removed the King’s Pyjamas and escaped. Other thieves were dump founded.
They accepted Deven their leader.
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It was a dry summer. The animals in the forest were beginning to find it difficult to get food.
A bear, a wolf and a jackal thought it would be better to join hands with a lion and do the hunting. They approached lion and he too agreed. The four of them went off hunting.
The hunting party came across a buffalo. The fox and wolf chased the buffalo. The bear intercepted the buffalo. The lion killed him.
The fox made shares out of the buffalo. When they were about to take their shares the lion roared and said, "Well friends, the first share is mine for my leadership. The second share is mine for, it is I who killed. The third share is also mine for I need it for my cubs. Anyone who needs a share can take the fourth. But before that you will have to win me."
All the three left the place without a single word.
MORAL : If you are might, you are right.
A Moral Story : Hunting With The Lion
It was a dry summer. The animals in the forest were beginning to find it difficult to get food.
A bear, a wolf and a jackal thought it would be better to join hands with a lion and do the hunting. They approached lion and he too agreed. The four of them went off hunting.
The hunting party came across a buffalo. The fox and wolf chased the buffalo. The bear intercepted the buffalo. The lion killed him.
The fox made shares out of the buffalo. When they were about to take their shares the lion roared and said, "Well friends, the first share is mine for my leadership. The second share is mine for, it is I who killed. The third share is also mine for I need it for my cubs. Anyone who needs a share can take the fourth. But before that you will have to win me."
All the three left the place without a single word.
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There was a village near a jungle. The village cows used to go up to the jungle in search of food.
In the forest there lived a wicked lion. He used to kill a cow now and then and eat her. This was happening for quite sometime. The cows were frightened.
One day, all the cows held a meeting. An old cow said, "Listen everybody, the lion eats one of us only because we go into the jungle separately. From now on we will all be together".
From then on all the cows went into the jungle in a herd. When they heard or saw the lion all of them unitedly moo and chased him away.
MORAL : Divided we fall. United we stand.
The Cows and The Lion
There was a village near a jungle. The village cows used to go up to the jungle in search of food.
In the forest there lived a wicked lion. He used to kill a cow now and then and eat her. This was happening for quite sometime. The cows were frightened.
One day, all the cows held a meeting. An old cow said, "Listen everybody, the lion eats one of us only because we go into the jungle separately. From now on we will all be together".
From then on all the cows went into the jungle in a herd. When they heard or saw the lion all of them unitedly moo and chased him away.
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A Moral Story : The Red Hen and Her Friends
Once, there lived a hen with her five chicks. The hen was as red as beetroot. She had three friends : a duck, a cat and a dog. They all lived happily.
One day, the red hen stumbled on to a wheat seed. “Hey, who among you wish to plant this seed?" she asked.
“Not me, friend" refused the duck.
“Nor can I." declined the cat.
“Count me not." the dog turned his back.
“All right. I will do it then by myself," said the hen. She planted the see and watered it. Alas! It grew quickly to yield the brownish wheat. “Hi! There, who among you wish to harvest the wheat?" asked the red hen.
“Not me, friend," the duck sounded bored.
“Nor can I." shrugged the cat.
“Count me not!" avoided the dog.
“If so, I will do it by myself," the red hen spoke up as she laboured all day along. By evening she had two gunny bags full of wheat.
“Hello pal! Who among you will lend me a hand to grind this wheat? She queried. All the three refused as usual.
"I will see that I grind this by myself. I will make flour, knead dough and bake bread!" she announced. The next day she baked delicious bread.
“Howdy, who among you wish to eat this bread?" she asked merrily.
“I want to!" answered the duck, smacking her lips.
“Me too!" said the cat with his mouth watering.
“Yummy, smells good," spoke up the dog, shuffling his feet eagerly.
“None of you can have a bite! I slaved in the field and at home. Only my children and I are entitled to eat this bread!" So saying the red hen fed her chicks and ate a sumptuous meal that day.
MORAL : There are no gains without pains.
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The Poor Farmer
There was a small village wherein several rich farmers were settled and only one poor man who was therefore called THE POOR FARMER. He had not even a goat, nor the money to buy any though he and his wife would have been extremely happy to have one. One day he said to her, "A good thought has just struck me. The carver can make us a lamb out of wood and paint it brown so that it will look like any other. In time perhaps it will grow big and become a goat". This proposal pleased his wife. And the carver was instructed accordingly and he cut out the lamb, painted it as it should be and so made it that its head was bent down is if eating.
The next morning the goats were driven out to pasture and the farmer called the shepherd and said, "See… I have here a little lamb. But it is so small that it must as yet be carried." The shepherd said, "Very well" and taking it under his arm, carried it down to the meadow and set it among the grass. All day the lamb stood there as if eating. The shepherd said to himself, "See how it is eating! It will soon grow big and go alone." In the evening when he wanted to drive his flocks home, he said to the lamb, "If you can stand there to eat all the time, you must also be able to walk upon your four legs and I shall not carry you home in my arms."
The poor farmer stood before his house door waiting for his lamb. The shepherd drove his herd through the village. The farmer asked him about the lamb. The shepherd replied, "It is still standing there eating. It is not listening to me". The farmer exclaimed, "Eh! What? I must have my lamb!" and so both of them went together down to the meadow. But someone had stolen the lamb and it was gone.
The shepherd said "Perhaps it has run away itself", but the farmer replied, "No, no, that won't do for me." The shepherd was dragged before the Mayor. He was sentenced for his negligence to give the poor farmer a goat in the place of the lost lamb.
Now the farmer and his wife possessed the long-desired goat and were very glad. But having no fodder they could give her nothing to eat. So, very soon they were obliged to kill her. The flesh they salted down and the skin the poor farmer took to the next town to sell and to buy a lamb with what he got for it.
On the way he passed a mill where a raven was sitting with a broken wing and out of compassion he took the bird up and wrapped it in the skin he was carrying. But the weather was very bad with a great storm and rain so he was unable to go further and turning into the mill, begged for shelter. The miller's wife was at home alone and said to the farmer, "Lie down on that straw" and gave him a piece of bread and cheese. The farmer ate it and lay down with the skin near him and the miller's wife thought he was asleep. Later, a man came and she received him very cordially. She gave him a grand feast and the farmer was vexed on having been treated only with bread and cheese.
The woman went inside the kitchen and brought well-fried chicken, rice and salad. As they were sitting down to eat, there was knock outside and the woman exclaimed, "Oh! Gracious! That is my husband!" In a great hurry she stuck the chicken in the oven, the salad under the pillow, the rice upon the bed, while her guest stepped into the cupboard where she kept the linen. After doing all this she let in her husband and said, "God be praised! You have returned again! What weather it is, as if the world is coming to an end!"
The miller noticed the man lying on the straw and asked what the fellow did there. His wife said, 'Ah, the poor fellow came in the wind and rain and begged for shelter so I gave him some bread and cheese and showed him the straw."
The husband said he had no objection and asked her to bring some food for him. The wild said, "I have nothing but bread and cheese" and her husband told her with that he should be contented and asked the farmer to come and share his meal. The farmer did not let himself be twice asked but got up and ate away. Presently the miller noticed the skin lying upon the ground in which was the raven and asked, "What have you there?"
The farmer replied, "I have a truth-teller therein". "
Can it tell me the truth too?" asked the miller.
"Why not?" said the other "but he will only say four things and the fifth he keeps to himself."
The miller was curious and wished to hear it speak and the farmer squeezed the raven's head so that it squeaked out.
The miller then asked, "What did he say?"
The farmer replied, "The first thing is under the pillow lies the salad".
"That is a rare thing!" said the miller and went and found the salad. The farmer made the raven croak again and said, "Secondly, he declares there is roast chicken in the oven." "That is a good tell-tale!" cried the miller again and opening the oven, he took out the roast chicken. Then the farmer made the raven croak again and said, "For the third thing, he declares there is rice on the bed." "That is wonderful!" exclaimed the miller and he found the rice. Then the farmer made his bird croak once more and said, "For the fourth thing, he declares there are boiled eggs under the bed". "Oh! I like it." said the miller while he went and found as it said.
The two men now sat down together at the table, but the miller's wife felt terribly angry and went to bed taking all the keys with her. The miller was very anxious to know the filth thing. But the man said, "First let us eat quietly these four things, for the other is somewhat dreadful!"
After they had finished their meal, the miller bargained as to how much he should give for the fifth thing and at last he agreed for three thousand rupees. Then the farmer once more made the raven croak and when the miller asked what it said, he told him, "He declares that in the cupboard where the linen is there is an evil spirit!"
The miller said, "The evil spirit must walk out!" and tried to open the door. But it was locked and the woman had to give up the key to the farmer who unlocked it. The unbidden guest at once bolted out and ran out of the house while the miller said, "Ah, I saw the black fellow that was all right!" Soon they went to sleep. But at daybreak the farmer took three thousand rupees and made himself scarce.
The farmer was now quite rich at home and built himself a fine hut. Hence his fellows said, "The poor farmer has certainly found the golden fortune of which he has brought away a basketful" and they summoned him before the Mayor that he might be made to say how his riches came.
The man replied, “I have sold my goat’s skin in the city for three thousand rupees".
And as soon as the others heard this they also desired to make a similar profit. The farmers ran home, killed all their goats and taking their skins off, took them to the city to sell them for a good price.
The Mayor, however, said. "My maid must go first" and when she arrived at the city she went to the merchant. But he gave her only three hundred rupees for the skin. And when the rest came he would not give them so much, saying, "What should I do with all these skins?"
The farmers were much vexed at being outwitted by their poor neighbour and bent on revenge, they complained to the Mayor of his deceit. The innocent, poor farmer was condemned to death unanimously and was to be rolled in a cask full of holes into the sea. He was led away. Then they sent for a priest who should say for him the mass for the dead. Everyone else was obliged to move to a distance and when the farmer looked at the priest he recognized the guest whom he had met at the mill.
So he said to him, "I have delivered you out of the cupboard. Now deliver me from this cask". Just at that moment the shepherd passed by with a flock of sheep and the farmer, knowing that for a long time the man had desired to be Mayor, cried out with all his might. "No. no! I will not do it…even if the entire world asked me I would not do it! No, I will not!"
When the shepherd heard this he came up and said, "What are you doing here? What will you not do?"
The farmer replied, "They will make me Mayor if I remain in this cask…but no…I will not be here!" "Oh", said the shepherd, "if nothing else is required to become the Mayor. I am willing to put myself in the cask!
"Yes, you will be the Mayor if you do that", said the farmer.
Then he got out of the cask and the shepherd got in and the farmer nailed the lid down again. Now he took the shepherd's flock and drove it away while the parson went to the judge and told him he had said the prayers for the dead. Then they went and rolled the cask down to the water and while it rolled, the shepherd called out, "Yes, I should like to be the Mayor!"
They thought it was the poor farmer who spoke and said. "Yes, we understand it. Only you must first go below there."
Then they sent the cask right into the sea.
When that was done the farmers returned home and as they came into the village so came also the poor farmer, driving a flock of sheep quietly and cheerfully. The sight astounded the others and they asked, "When did you come? How did you come out of the water?" The farmer said. "I sank deeper and deeper till I got to the bottom where I pushed up the head of the cask and, got out. There were beautiful meadows upon which many lambs were grazing and I brought this flock of them up with me."
"Are there any more?" inquired the farmers.
"Oh yes!" replied he, "more than you know what to do with!"
Then the farmers agreed that they would go and each fetch a flock for himself. But the Mayor said, "I must go first."
So they went together down to the water and there happened to be a fine blue sky with plenty of fleecy clouds over it which were mirrored in the water and looked like little lambs. The farmer told them, "Look there! We can see the sheep already on the ground below the water!" and the Mayor pressing quite forward, said, "I will go first and look about me and see if it is a good place and then call you."
So saying, he jumped in plump and as he splashed the water about, the others thought he was calling "Come along!" and so one after another the farmers plunged in a great hurry.
Thus was the whole village cleared out and the "Poor Farmer", as their only heir, became a very rich man.
MORAL : Quick-wittedness helps one overcome one’s dangers.
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