Once there was a farmer, he worked from dawn to dusk in his field.
Amidst the crops in the field, a sparrow had built a nest. She roosted in the nest and got two children. The little sparrows lived with their mother happily.
Days passed by and the harvesting season fast approached. The corns were ripe. And everywhere people started their harvests.
The little sparrows said to their mother, "Mummy! We will have to fly away now as the farmer will start harvesting".
The mother sparrow replied, “Not so soon babies! The farmer is not ready.
One day, they heard the farmer saying "I must call my neighbors and make them do the harvest.”
The little sparrows said, “Mummy, tonight we shall fly away.” The mother said, “Not so soon babies. The farmer won’t make it.” The words of the mother came true. The neighbors did not turn up the next day.
The farmer was heard saying, "I will call my relatives and make them do the harvest".
This time also the little ones wanted to flyaway. But the mother asked them to relax. Once again, the words of the mother came true.
Now, they heard the farmer saying "Tomorrow I will do the harvest myself”. On hearing these words, the mother said, “Come my children. It is time for us to leave this field".
Amidst the crops in the field, a sparrow had built a nest. She roosted in the nest and got two children. The little sparrows lived with their mother happily.
Days passed by and the harvesting season fast approached. The corns were ripe. And everywhere people started their harvests.
The little sparrows said to their mother, "Mummy! We will have to fly away now as the farmer will start harvesting".
The mother sparrow replied, “Not so soon babies! The farmer is not ready.
One day, they heard the farmer saying "I must call my neighbors and make them do the harvest.”
The little sparrows said, “Mummy, tonight we shall fly away.” The mother said, “Not so soon babies. The farmer won’t make it.” The words of the mother came true. The neighbors did not turn up the next day.
The farmer was heard saying, "I will call my relatives and make them do the harvest".
This time also the little ones wanted to flyaway. But the mother asked them to relax. Once again, the words of the mother came true.
Now, they heard the farmer saying "Tomorrow I will do the harvest myself”. On hearing these words, the mother said, “Come my children. It is time for us to leave this field".
MORAL: Self-help is always respected
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