One day a fox was boasting of his cleverness to a cat. “I know a thousand tricks,” he bragged. “I know a hundred ways of escaping from my enemies, especially the dogs.”
“How much blessed you are!” said the ordinary cat.”I know only one trick. I make it work very often.
Will you please teach me new tricks of yours?’”Well, sometimes I have no work to do.” said the fox; I may teach some of the easier tricks then.”
Just at that moment, they heard the yelping of the pack of hounds. They were fast approaching the spot where the fox and the cat were gossiping. Like a flash of light the cat scampered upon a nearby tree and hid in the thick foliage? “This only trick I know and told you about,” she called down to the fox. “Which trick are you going to use now?”
The fox stood there still. He was trying to decide which of his many tricks he would adopt. The pack of hounds was approaching nearer and nearer. It was too late when the fox decided to run for life. But even before he started the dogs pounced on him and all the thousand tricks ended there.
Moral: One good plan working well is better than a hundred doubtful ones.
One day a certain king observed himself in the mirror. He noticed that he was growing old. Once his hair grew luxuriantly upon his head. But it did not grow that way then. He had become completely bald indeed. He wanted to conceal his bald head. So he ordered for a very handsome periwig.
One day he went riding to the hounds. A few friends were with him. He was dressed in his most beautiful clothes; on his naked pate, he wore the brand new periwig on his head. A sudden gust of wind blew off his periwig. It exposed his bald head much to the amusement of his companions. They laughed a hearty laugh. He also joined them and said, “How did you expect that someone else’s hair would stay on my head when my own hair refused to stay there?”
Moral: Your pride is the prologue of your shame.
On a frosty autumn day, an ant was busily storing away some kernels of wheat. He had gathered these kernels during the summer to tide him over the coming winter.
A grasshopper was half perishing from hunger. He came limping by.
He perceived what the industrious ant was doing. Then he asked for a morsel of food from the ant’s store to save his life.
“What were you doing during the days of summer while I was busy harvesting”, inquired the ant.
“Oh,” replied the grasshopper, I did not sit idle. I was singing and chirping all those days.”
“Well,” said the ant smiling grimly as he locked the granary door, “since you sang all the summer, it seems you will have to dance all the winter.”
Moral: It is wise to save today for the wants of tomorrow.