The wise fisher

                        Jai ma kali
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    THE  WISE  FISHER
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Once upon a time there lived a fisher near a majesstic river which abounded with fish.He was able to satiate his hunger and keep the wolf at bay by  fishing and sellimg the 'catch'.
    One day by fishing all the day he was able to entrap only a tiny fish.When he yanked the the net out of the water, the fish beseeched him ,"Oh sir, have mercy on me.l am a small fish .l can not satiate your hunger.Please put me back into the water.After somedays when I grow up to become large and chubby fish, then  you can snare me and make a scrumptious meal off me.Now set me free."
  The fisher was not born yesterday.He exclaimed,"Do you think me to be a nincompoop? I have you now.What surity is there that I will snare you hereafter?"

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A BIRD IN HAND IS WORTH MORE THAN TWO IN THE BUSH.
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THE DISILLUSIONED BAT

                      (Jai Ma Kali)
      THE DISILLUSIONED BAT
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  Once upon a time a dense woodland was chock-a-block with oodles of Beasts and Birds.There existed complete harmony between the two species until one day a frightful arguments arose.The bane of contention was the superiority status.The Beasts considered themselves to be superior while the Birds claimed vice-versa.As no compromised could be reached,it was decided to to wage an escoramuza to settle the matter once for all.The two breeds started arraying their armies.
   Now a Bat who nested on a bough of a larch was wallowing in the phantasmagoric about his real specie-whether he was a Beast or a Bird.
A flock of Birds fluttering towards the battlefield asked him to join the flock.But the Bat yelled,"Why should I join your group?I am not a Bird."
  Sometime later,Beasts exhorted him to join them and take up the cudgel on their behalf.But he snubbed them,"I am not a Beast.Why should I join you?"
   Luckily,the scrimmage was averted at the eleventh hour.The two species vamoosed to celebrate the occasion.
   The Bat flittered to the camp of the Birds to join the celebration.But the Birds shooed him away saying,"Yo
u are not a Bird."
  Now the Bat flew to the group of the Beasts but had to beat a hasty retreat 
to escape being torn to tatters by the wrathful Beasts.
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  The one that is neither one thing nor the other,is jettisoned alone.
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THE BUMPTIOUS REYNARD

                        JÀI MÀ KÀLI
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    THE BUMPTIOUS REYNARD
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  Once upon a time there dwelt a bumptious Reynard in a woodland.He chummed up a moggie who also inhabited that jungle..In due course of time they became bossom-buddies.They would attend to the call of nature,bathe and dine simultaneously.
  The reynard was very vainglorious and had a nasty habit of always tooting his own horns,belittling other's qualities of head and heart.The moggie was a tad modest and a wee bit intelligent.
 One day they met on the bank of a river and plonked down under the umra of a larch.Soon they indulged into inutile Slabbering.As usual.the reynard  bragged,"I have more than hundred    stratagems at my command to hoodwink and dodge the enemy.I can never be preyed on by the beasts of prey."
 The moggie meowed,"I have only one subterfuse to escape the enemy.It has always stood me in good stead and I fully rely on it."
 Hearing this the Reynard giggled contemptuously. As they were engrossed in 
prattling,a shrill howling of a pack of hounds approaching towards them rent the sky.They were alarmed.The moggie in the twinkling of eye scrabbled up the larch and camouflaged herself behind the swigs.She then said to the Reynard,"This is my device to escape the enemy.What flimflam are you going to use to be safe?"
The reynard thought of his first plan.Then started mulling over other tricks.While he was still in the hallucination of a choice of stratagem to escape,the hounds emerged on the spot.They pounced upon the reynand    and ruthlessly tore his body to tatters.
The moggie who was looking was cut to the quick at this.She sighed,"Had he stuck to only one trick,he would have saved himself."

MORÀL OF THE STORY------BETTER ONE SAFE WAY THAN A HUNDRED ON WHICH ONE CANNOT RECKON.

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