A Merry Cobbler


  A merry cobbler passed his time, mending boots and singing songs, from morning till evening. At night he would go to bed and sleep soundly. He would get up early in the morning and begin to work. He was very poor. He had nothing that a thief would want to take. So he did not lock his door at night.
        Just near the cobbler’s hut there lived a rich merchant. He was kind and generous. He locked and bolted his doors to keep his wealth safe. He could not sing merrily like the cobbler.
    One day the merchant came to the cobbler and said, “I see you are very happy. How much do you earn a year?”
     “How much a year sir?” replied the cobbler, laughing, “I don’t know what I  earn a year. Each day I get my meal, and I am very happy. “
       “O, I see you live from hand to mouth. I wish to remove your want. Take these two hundred rupees. Keep them carefully and use them in time of need.”
       The poor cobbler had it in an earthen pot, covered it and kept it in a hole.
      That night he closed his door with care. He could not sleep soundly as before. He thought that someone might take away his money. So he lay awake almost all night. There was no more singing. He could think of nothing but his large sum of money.

      This anxiety went on for several days. When he could not bear it any longer, he took the money and ran to the merchant. “Please give me back my sound sleep and my pleasant songs,” cried he, “and take back the money you so kindly gave me.”

The hare and the hound

One day a hound went out hunting a forest for himself. He flushed a hare
from a thicket and gave it a chase. The hare became frightened. It ran as
fast as he could and escaped. The hound chased it but in vain. He became
disappointed and turned back towards home. A goat-herd noticed this. He
said  jeeringly, “what a great hunter you are! Aren’t you ashamed of your
feat ? A little hare, one tenth of your size gave you the best chase, isn’t
You forget one thing,” replied the hound, ‘I was only running for my supper
but the hare was running for its life.”

Moral : Necessity brings out the best from anyone.

The wolf and the lamb.

                Once a wolf was leaping at the head of a running brook. Then he saw a lamb slowly padding his feet some distance down the stream. 

                    The wolf said to himself,” There’s my supper. Be that as it may, I’ll need to discover some reason for murdering the innocent animal.”He then shouted down at the lamb.” How could you blend up the mud in the water and make it sloppy? I am drinking it. 

                  “You are mistaken,” bleated the lamb humbly. “You are sitting high above me. The brook runs down from there to me. How can I then spoil your water? The water does not flow upwards; your lordship certainly knows it.”

                   “Don’t argue, shouted the wolf. I know you. You are that sheep who said those appalling words in regards to me in the face of my good faith around a year prior.”

                       “Oh, my lord,” replied the lamb meekly trembling in fear, “I was not even born a year ago.”
                       “Oh,” growled the wolf, “on the off chance that it was not you, then it was your dad, and that is the same thing. Moreover, I don’t like a young creature like you to argue with me at my supper time.”
                              He talked no more word and fell upon the sheep in a matter of moments and killed the poor animal.

                               Moral: A tyrant pay heeds to no excuse.

The Wolf and the Crane



             A wolf killed a poor animal. He was devouring the animal. In the process a small bone got stuck in his throat. It gave him terrible pain. He ran up and down and requested each and every animal he had met to relieve him of his pain. None of the animals, however, felt sorry for the wolf, for as one of them said, “The bone that got stuck in the wolf’s throat might be of anyone of my clan.”

                       Finally the suffering wolf met a foolish crane.”I’ll give you anything you want, “he said, “If you take the bone out of my throat.”

                  The crane was moved by his request and promise. He ventured his long neck down the throat of the wolf and drew the bone out. He then modestly demanded the promised reward.

                “Reward, “roared the wolf and showed his teeth, “What and ungrateful creature you are! I have not chewed your neck. That is the reward enough. Get out of this place before I pounce upon you.”

                                    Moral: “Those who expect much are often disappointed.”

The farmer and the snake


                                             On a day of winter a farmer was returning home from the market. Suddenly he saw a snake lying half dead with cold by the roadside. He had compassion on the half dead snake almost frozen with cold. He took it up and placed it in the pocket of his coat to warm it. Then he hastened home. He put the serpent down on the hearth. Inside the hearth a cherry fire was blazing.
The farmer’s children watched it with great interest. They rejoiced to see the coiled snake reviving. One of the children knelt down. As he struck the snake gently it raised its head and darted out its fangs. It would have stung the child to death. The farmer noticed it and quickly seized his mattock. Then with one stroke he cut the serpent into two.

                                          Moral : Gratitude is alien to the wicked’s nature.

The Lost Camel


        Once upon a time two merchants lost their camel in a desert. It was loaded with wheat, honey and some jewels. They became very anxious and went about here and there in search of it.

              A dervish was wandering in the desert and he met the two men.
                     “I think you have lost a camel,” said the dervish.
                      “Yes, “said the merchants, “and we are trying to find it out.”
“Was it blind in the right eye?” said the dervish.
“Yes, it was.
“And was it lame in the left foot?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Had it lost a front tooth?”
“Yes, it had.”
“Was it loaded with honey on one side and wheat on the other?”
“Yes it was.” said the merchants. “As you have seen it, please tell us where we can find it.”
“Well, my friends, said the dervish, “I have not seen your camel. I have only heard of it from you.”
“A pretty story you tell us to believe!”said the merchants. “But where are the jewels that our camel was also carrying?”
“I have seen neither your camel nor your jewels, “said the dervish.
      The merchants at once seized the dervish and took him to the judge. They complained against him as a thief, and said everything he told them.
  “If you have not seen the camel, “said the judge, “how is it that you know all about it?”
   “I know, your honour, that there is a great reason for their suspicion, “said the dervish. “But they don’t know that one can gather knowledge by noticing things carefully. I have lived long and alone, and have learned to observe all things with great attention. When I was travelling, I saw the track of a camel had been lost by his owners. I saw that the camel had eaten the grass only on the left of the path. So I could understand that it was blind in the right eye. I knew that it was lame in the left foot, for I noticed that a little bit of grass was left in the middle of its bite; I knew that it had lost a tooth. I saw that the busy ants were picking up grains of corn on one side of the path. From that I knew that the camel was loaded with wheat on one side. On the other side of the path I saw many flies taking a little honey.
    I could know that honey had dropped from the load on the other side of the camel.”
     The judge was amazed to find that the dervish had such a power of observation and such cleverness in understanding what he observed.
    He told the merchants not to give the wise man any trouble. He thanked the dervish and let him go.

The miser and his money


          A miser did not ever spend his money. He hoarded it and counted it every day.
    When he had a great deal of money, he became afraid of losing it. One day he took it away to his garden and dug a hole at the foot of a tree. He then put the bag of money in the hole and closed it up.
        The miser went there many times a day to see if the hole was safe. Whenever he had some more money, he took the bag out of the hole. He looked at the money, counted it and put the newly earned money in the bag. He again kept it in the hole and covered it up.
   One day a man saw what the miser was doing. When he was gone, the man dug up the bag of money and took it away. He covered up the mouth of the hole.
      Next say the miser, as usual, opened up the hole to see if his money was safe. But he found that his money was gone. He became almost mad. He ran to all his friends and told them that he had been robbed of his wealth.

    The friend, he met last, said, “I don’t think that you lost anything. The money was of no use to you. You did not spend it even for your food and clothing. You make a stone and put it in a hole. It will be of as much use to you as your lost wealth.”

The woodman and The Water-Spirit.


      One day a woodman was cutting down a tree by the side of a river. When he became tired his axe flew out of his hand and fell into the river.
     “What shall I do?” said the woodman, weeping, “I have only this axe to work with.  Have no money to buy another. How shall I live without any work?”
       He cried aloud and prayed to the Spirit of the river to come and help him to get back the axe.
   The spirit came and said, “Why do you cry, woodman?”
       “I have lost my only axe,” said the woodman. “It has fallen down into the river. So I prayed to you to get it back for me.”
        “All right I will bring it to you,” said the Spirit.
    She at once put her hand into the river and drew out an axe made of gold.
    “Is this your axe?” asked the spirit.
    No, it is not mine,” answered the woodman, “my axe was not made of silver. It was made of iron.”
      The next time the Spirit brought the woodman’s axe from the river.
      “That is my axe,” he cried out in joy. “I know not how to thank you for your kindness.” He fell down at her feet and bowed.
  The spirit gave all the three axes to the woodman. “I am so much pleased with you for your honesty,” She said, “that I give you the three axes I brought up or you. You may keep them all.”
         When the woodman went home, he told another woodman what had happened. That man thought to himself: “This is an easy way to fortune. I should try a chance like this.”
       Next day the second woodman went to the same spot and began to cut a tree. But after a minute he threw his axe into the river. He then called on the Spirit of the river to get it back for him.
    The Spirit came, as she had come to the first woodman. She put her hand in the river and drew out a golden axe as before.
       “Is this your axe?” said the Spirit.
   “Yes, yes, this is mine, no doubt,” said the greedy woodman, and jumped up a snatch away the axe from her hand.
     At once the Spirit dashed him down and threw the axe back into the river. “What a greedy liar you are!” said the Spirit. “You can have no fortune in your life.” So saying   the Spirit dived into the river.
      So the greedy woodman did not get either a gold or a silver axe, and lost his own axe as well.

The saint and the mouse


     In olden times a saint lived in the forest of Gautama. One day a crow dropped a tiny mouse near his hut.
               The saint picked up the mouse and fed it every day with grains of rice. The mouse grew tame, and the saint became fond of it.
            One day he saw a cat running after the mouse. It ran into his lap. With his miraculous powers the saint turned the mouse into a stout cat.
          The cat lived with him happily for some time. But one day it was chased by a dog. When the dog was about to bite it, the saint turned the cat into a powerful dog.
        The dog was very faithful, and the saint was happy to keep it with him.
    One night the dog was lying outside the hut. It began to bark loudly when it heard a sound somewhere near the hut. At once a tiger growled and the dog ran into the hut.
  The saint was awakened and thought “There are tigers and other ferocious animals in the forest. They may easily kill my faithful dog. So to keep it safe, I will turn it into a tiger.”
  So the dog was at last turned into a tiger.
  For some time everything went well. The saint loved him as his own mouse. The people who worked in the forest knew the matter well. Whenever they saw at the tiger they said, “The mouse has been made a tiger by our saint. So we must not be afraid of this tiger.”
     The tiger took this remark as a great insult. “So long as the saint lives” thought the tiger, “I cannot escape such insults. If I kill him, no one will know that was once a mouse.”
   One day the tiger was trying to spring upon the saint. The holy man became angry and at once said, “Be a mouse again, you ungrateful wretch!”

 The tiger became the tiny mouse that it was before.

The Mindset


       One day a man was passing by a tent of a circus party. While he was passing by he saw some big elephants there. He was surprised by the fact that these huge animals were tied by only a small and thin rope. There is no strong iron chain or strong iron cage for them. The man was surprised by the fact that the elephants can anytime tear off the ropes but surprisingly they are not doing it.

         Suddenly he saw the trainer of the elephant there. The man asked him why the elephants are not tearing off the ropes and running away. The circus trainer told the man that the elephants were brought to the circus when they were very young and much smaller. When they were young they were tied in the same size rope. At that time the small ropes were enough to tie them. When they grew up they started believing that they cannot tear off the rope. Still they believe that they cannot break free. So they never try to free themselves.

       The man was astonished. These creatures can make themselves free from their lifelong bondage whenever they wish, but they are conditioned to their false belief that they could never make themselves free. As a result they are in a lifelong chained life.

      Just like these circus elephant most of us leading a life of average life. We even do not try something as we failed at doing something before.

         Moral of the story: We should never let success get to our head. Never let failure get to our heart. Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up.