tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18314830788053976362024-03-18T20:17:16.217-07:00Kids Kahanishort and sweet bed time stories for Kids!!!bedtimestorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11355686944407387368noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831483078805397636.post-68013606934565247872011-12-21T22:50:00.000-08:002011-12-21T22:50:56.596-08:00The Wolf And The Goat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuW4ZVBkmMLPrJv4ENv22KTmgoPfxXho4VBbAvo2fjecipOvyPEUilSW8XgAcUWvGJkJTsbnND6Gd2ikBAW5pU9wqLOlMxdueJApi7gDKBoOrPxhsHk7j73CVv9oJ3jmDxy6faLp5ki_S/s1600/wolf_goat.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648921014750955122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuW4ZVBkmMLPrJv4ENv22KTmgoPfxXho4VBbAvo2fjecipOvyPEUilSW8XgAcUWvGJkJTsbnND6Gd2ikBAW5pU9wqLOlMxdueJApi7gDKBoOrPxhsHk7j73CVv9oJ3jmDxy6faLp5ki_S/s320/wolf_goat.jpg" style="height: 190px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Once a wolf saw a goat atop a hill and said, "Come down here , Miss Goat! The grass here is greener and longer."</div></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Thank You," answered the goat , "the grass down there may be much better. But, if I come down you will get a good meal. So, I prefer to stay here - where you can't reach. At least I am quite safe."</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time two cats found a piece of cheese and cut it into two pieces. But one piece was slightly bigger than the other. Both the cats wanted the bigger piece. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then they went to a monkey and asked to sort out the matter. The monkey said, "Don't worry. I'll make both the pieces equal." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then it took a bite from the bigger piece. But this made the other piece larger. So it took a bite from the other piece. This continued till the pieces became very small. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Seeing this, the cats pleaded, "Sir! We are satisfied. Let us have the pieces now." The shrewd monkey replied, "This is my fee for sorting out the problem." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saying this, it gobbled up the remaining cheese.</div></div></div>jayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10583513041353428302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831483078805397636.post-73479522603832651802011-09-03T07:31:00.000-07:002011-09-03T07:31:08.729-07:00The Goose with the Golden Eggs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XmyscSdHOgdtpXVr41YEViyCzVrgucQxaQs2Ux7b4ZzGLMsl_1IHztKxMPVQOozjHZp2NqL0IgtqwBcUzlq7Cw3atIhqSZyZPrwV7S42ZxmaERKCwqoZPc38LHKkcpBpqjmbvRJLkrcf/s1600/short_stories_goosewithgoldeneggs2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648098493722057058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XmyscSdHOgdtpXVr41YEViyCzVrgucQxaQs2Ux7b4ZzGLMsl_1IHztKxMPVQOozjHZp2NqL0IgtqwBcUzlq7Cw3atIhqSZyZPrwV7S42ZxmaERKCwqoZPc38LHKkcpBpqjmbvRJLkrcf/s320/short_stories_goosewithgoldeneggs2.jpg" style="height: 176px; width: 241px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a man and his wife had the good fortune to have a goose which laid a golden egg every day. Lucky though they were, they soon began to think they were not getting rich fast enough.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They imagined that if the bird must be able to lay golden eggs, its insides must be made of gold. And they thought that if they could get all that precious metal at once, they would get mighty rich very soon. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the man and his wife decided to kill the bird. However, upon cutting the goose open, they were shocked to find that its innards were like that of any other goose!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">One day, all the animals of a forest gathered to choose their king. The monkey danced such gay abandon there that everyone felt delighted. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, his name was proposed for kingship. Everyone voted in his favour and he became the king. But the fox couldn't tolerate the monkey rising to a high position. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He felt envy of him and decided to humiliate him. One day, the fox was roaming around searching for food and saw a trap laid by some hunter. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It had a piece of meat in it as bait.The fox was intelligent enough to stay away from the trap. But he was sure that monkey wouldn't. So, he approached the king and brought him to the trap. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fox then said, 'Here is a dainty piece of meat, sir! As a true subject of yours, I didn't touch it. So, enjoy it Your Honour!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The monkey extended his hand for the meat and got trapped. The fox then laughed and said, "Kingship needs a lot of wisdom, sir!"</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once the Wind came to have a false pride of his strength- so much that he challenged the strength of the Sun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Son tried to smile away the Wind's challenge but the Wind insisted on a trial of strength. The trial was to be upon a traveler. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He, who would make the traveler put off his coat, was to be the winner. The Wind had the first attempt. He gathered all his force and came down upon the man trying to blow off his coat off his body. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the man felt colder and wrapped it even harder round himself. Now it was the Sun's turn. The Sun shined brightly. As obvious, the man felt quite hot and put off his coat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, the Sun came out to be a winner.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">There were a large number of birds in an aviary. They were well protected over there. Unluckily, an infectious disease broke out in the aviary. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a result, most of the birds fell ill.The keeper felt worried and went looking for a doctor. The time, he was enquiring for a doctor, a cat overheard his talk from which she came to know that the birds in the aviary were unwell.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, the wicked cat started making plans to reach the aviary someway or the other as she knew that, once inside, she could easily kill many birds and eat them up. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thinking hard, she decided to enter the aviary as a doctor. So, she disguised herself as a doctor, took up a chest of medicines and approached the aviary door. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The wicked cat asked the birds, "How are you? I have come here to cure you. Here are the medicines for your treatment." Wisely, the birds replied, "We are quite all right and need no nursing. So, kindly leave us alone."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This way, the birds saved themselves from becoming the food of the wild beast.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once an old man and his son were going to the market to sell an ass. They walked along beside the ass. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A passer-by commented, "How foolish you are! Why don't you ride the ass instead of walking along?" At this, the old man lifted his son onto the ass. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A little further, another traveler said to the boy, "You rascal! How can you ride the ass, when your old father trudges along?" The son felt ashamed and made his father sit on the ass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then they came across a third person, who was shocked that the old man was riding the ass while his little son walked.The father and the son then tied the ass's legs together and carried it on a pole. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This amused everyone present there. Angry at being mocked at, they threw the ass into the river. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another man, who saw this, saved the ass and took it home.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">One day, an argument occurred between a monkey and an elephant about who was better among them. They both went to a lion for settlement. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lion said, "Go across the river. There you will find a mango tree. Whosoever, gets a mango from there will be considered better?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Both went to the river. The river current was very strong. The elephant mocked the monkey, "Sit on my back. I will take you across the river." On reaching across the river, the monkey jumped on the tree and plucked a mango. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then he mocked at the elephant, "Now say who is better. Had I not been there, how would you have plucked the mango?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They both returned to the lion and told their stories. The lion said, "You both are better in your own ways."</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">One day, a motorist was arrested for driving at a very high speed. He was presented before the judge. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The judge asked him, "Do you want to say something?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The motorist said, "Sir, I am innocent."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The judge asked, "Didn't you read the traffic signboard, 30 km/hr?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At this, the motorist said, "Sir, how could I have read that message when I was driving at the speed of 60 km/hr?"</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">One day, a saint while going somewhere with his disciples saw a pond full of fishes, on the way. He stopped there and started filling his mouth with fish. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The disciples followed their guru. The saint said nothing to them and after some time moved ahead. Then they reached another pond, where there were no fishes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The saint stood at its shore and started taking out the fishes he had swallowed. When the disciples saw this, they were amazed and also tried to vomit out the fishes, but after many attempts, they could only take out some dead fishes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At this, the saint said, "Fools, when you didn't know how to keep the fishes alive in the stomach, then why did you imitate me?" Its truly said that never imitate anyone.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once there was a man who was very fussy about food. One day, he felt like having some seafood and went to a restaurant and ordered some oysters. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The man said to the waiter, "Please check that oysters are neither too large nor too small, neither too salty not too fried, neither too fat, nor too thin."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At this the waiter said, "Do you want them with or without pearls?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The man realized that the waiter was taunting him and understood that one should not be so much fussy about things.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">One day, some youths went to a jungle to practice shooting. They kept few pots at a distance and targeted them. None of them could hit even a single pot. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A saint who was watching them started laughing. One of them went to him and asked, "Why are you laughing? Do you know how to shoot?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At this, the saint took the gun and fired at the pots and smashed all of them one by one. The youths were amazed to see this and asked the saint if he was a magician. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The saint replied, "I am neither a magician nor a sharpshooter. I just concentrated and the result is in front of you. One should always work with concentration."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The youths thanked him for the piece of advice.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once, a rich lady, having no child of her own, decided, to adopt a girl child. For this, she gave advertisements in various newspapers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many poor women came to sell their daughters to her. The rich lady gave some money to all girls and asked them to go to the market and buy their favourite things. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">On returning, all the girls showed the rich lady, the things they had bought. Most of them had bought ribbons, clothes and other things for themselves but one poor girl had bought a prayer book and a needle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lady got impressed with the poor girl and adapted her saying that the girl really knew the essence of worship and hard work.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">On his deathbed, a father advised his son to always speak truth. The son promised that he would never tell a lie. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One day, while going to the city through a forest, he got surrounded by some robbers. One of them asked, "What do you have?" The boy answered, "I have fifty rupees."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They searched him but couldn't find anything. When they were about to go, the boy called out, "I am not telling a lie. See this fifty rupee note which I had hidden in my shirt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The leader of the robbers felt pleased at the truthfulness of the boy, gave him hundred rupees as reward and went away.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time a goat was grazing near her master's cottage. All of a sudden, she saw green grass growing on the roof of the cottage. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Deciding to enjoy it, she leaped onto the roof and started browsing the green shoots of the grass. Just then a wolf came there and seeing the goat, his mouth started watering. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But he was unable to get to the roof of the cottage. So, he turned to go away to look for some other prey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The goat saw the wolf licking his chops. So, she laughed in her sleeves and looked at him with jeering eyes. The wolf being helpless had to tolerate this mockery.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While walking away, the wolf looked up and said, "Young lady! Its not you who is mocking at me but it is the height at which you are standing. Your high position has given you your value."</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It was hot summer. A lion went to a pool to drink water. Just then a pig also came there to quench his thirst. Both of them wanted to drink first.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They looked at each other with blood-shot eyes and attacked each other with so much anger that soon they started bleeding. Feeling tired, both stopped for a while to be fresh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Suddenly, they heard the screams of vultures. They saw that a large number of vultures were looking at them with longing eyes. In no time, both the beasts understood that the vultures were waiting for one of them to be killed by the other so that they might feed on his dead body.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So both of them became friends, quenched their thirst and went away.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thus, their friendship saved their lives.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once there was a crow that lived near a farm-house. The owner of the farm had kept some pigeons and he fed them with grains regularly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The crow looked at the pigeons and envied them everyday. Deciding to share the feed, the crow painted his body like that of pigeons and joined the pigeons as one of them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thus, he was able to enjoy the feed daily. The pigeons never suspected anything foul. But one day, after the feed, the crow couldn't control himself and started crying. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The pigeons came to know that he was not one of them. They pecked at his body so mercilessly that he started bleeding. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The crow flew away to save his life and went straight to his own brethren- the crows. But because of his painted body, they refused to accept him. So, he was forced to flee in order to save himself and became a homeless wanderer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, don't pose what you are not because affectation seldom works.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time there was a pasture near the edge of a forest. Shepherds of the nearby villages came there with their flocks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While the flocks grazed, the shepherds spent their time playing various games.At the end of the pasture, there was a big tree having a big hollow but with a narrow opening to get in. the shepherds used to put their lunch packets in that hollow. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the afternoon, they took them out and enjoyed their mid-day meals together.One day a hungry fox happened to come that way. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He got the flavour of lunch packets and followed it to reach the hollow. His belly was sunk inside due to hunger. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, he was able to get inside the hollow without much difficulty.He ate up the contents of all the lunch packets. His belly puffed up on both sides and he was not able to come out of the hollow. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon the shepherds came there for their lunch packets. They found the fox there and gave him a sound beating.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Jupiter, the chief of gods, was getting married. He decided to celebrate the event by hosting a reception. He invited all the animals living on land and in water to attend the banquet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">All the animals came to attend the feast but the tortoise didn't come. Jupiter was surprised at his absence.<br />
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After few days, Jupiter came across the tortoise and asked him, "Why didn't you attend the banquet held in honour of my marriage? Were you all right?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The tortoise retorted, "I am a stay-at-home type of an animal and never care to attend petty affairs. Why should I trouble myself when there is no place like home?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Though, the tortoise said something very true, but the way he said it was very hurting. Jupiter felt pinched and cursed the tortoise, "Now, you will always carry your home on your back and never be able to unload it."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Till today, every tortoise carries his home with him.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It was a hot summer day. A fox and a goat were very thirsty. Looking around for a place to quench their thirst, they came across a well that had very little water in it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They both were so thirsty that they got down into it and quenched their thirst. Having had their fill, the goat wondered how they would get out of the well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fox said, "Don't worry. You leave that to me. All you have to do is stand firm, while I'll climb up with your help. Once I get out, I'll pull you up."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The goat unaware of the fox's shrewdness, agreed and soon the fox was out. Once out, it went its way, leaving the poor goat behind.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">A poor woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into the river. He was very upset, as he had no money to buy another axe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just then a fairy appeared in the river holding out a golden axe to him. "I found this axe in the river. Is this yours?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"That's not mine", replied the woodcutter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fairy then brought out a silver axe. The woodcutter disowned this one too. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, the fairy held out a wooden axe. Smiling with happiness, the woodcutter said, "That's mine. Thank you very much."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fairy felt very happy seeing his honesty and said, 'Such honesty deserves a reward." She gave the poor man all the three axes and disappeared.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once a fox was very hungry and roaming around in search of food. Luckily, it saw a crow on a tree with a morsel in its beak. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fox wanted that bit of food very badly. So, it flattered the crow about its beauty and its lovely voice. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The foolish crow believed what the fox said and started singing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The bit of food that it held in its beak fell to the ground and the fox ate it up. The fox laughed and said, "I may have praised your voice, but I said nothing about your brain.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, a hungry fox was roaming around here and there searching for food. Because of hunger, he was feeling weak and tired. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fortunately, he came to a garden where he saw a grape-vine laden with bunches of grapes they looked quite ripe and juicy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fox looked at the grapes with longing eyes and licked his chops. But the bunches were too high for him and he was feeling weak. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So he sat down for a while to take some rest. On feeling refreshed, he jumped as high as he could, to get at the grapes. But he failed to reach them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then he again rested for some time and made another bold attempt, but was unlucky for the second time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Forced to give up trying anymore, he just walked away and instead of accepting his failure, he remarked "the grapes appeared to be ripe and juicy, but now I see them to be quite sour."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This story, thus, proves that, people generally hate what they can't get.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time, there was a renowned saint. Many people used to visit him to get his blessings. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once a rich and greedy merchant went to him and offered him a bag full of gold coins. The saint refused to accept the offerings and said, "I don't accept money from people who are very poor."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The merchant said, "But I'm very rich" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Don't you wish to earn more money?" asked the saint.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, said the merchant.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Those who wish for money always run after it. They can do anything to acquire it. No one is as poor as these people" said the saint. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The merchant felt ashamed and went back to his home.</div><br />
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