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Farmer and miser

 Once a miser lost his purse containing all his wealth, a hundred pieces of gold. He made frantic efforts to recover his money but all in vain. He was so perturbed over his loss that he lost all interest in life. He had no appetite for food. In a couple of days he became very weak and could not walk out of his house. 
 A sympathetic friend advised him to offer a reward to recover his money who might find and restore his treasure to him. After a good deal of hesitation the miser agreed to this suggestion. He called a town crier and told him to announce in the city and its suburbs that a ten gold pieces would be given to the man who brought him his purse. 
 After a few days, an old farmer came to the miser and gave him his lost purse. The miser at once opened the purse and counted his gold pieces. They were exactly one hundred. He thanked the farmer. The farmer demanded his reward. The miser answered, “You have already taken your reward. There were one hundred and ten gold coins in the purse. 
Now there are only one hundred ” The farmer became angry. He went to the court and put his grievance before the judge. The judge summoned the miser and asked him to answer the allegation . The miser gave the same answer which he had given to the farmer. The judge ordered him to produce the purse, which the miser very reluctantly did. The judge examined it very carefully and gave his decision. 
He said that the purse had the capacity to hold only one hunured coins of gold, but the miser’s purse contained one hundred and ten coins. So he declared that the purse could not be the property of the. miser. He gave that purse to the farmer, because no one else claimed it. 
Moral:Tit for tat

Jackal and Melons

 Once there lived a jackal in a forest on the bank of a river. 
There were many fields of melons on the other side of the river. But the river was deep and wide. He did not dare enter it. He went to a camel and asked him to carry him to the other side ol the river. The camel agreed. At night the camel, with the jackal on his back, waded through the river. 
The jackal was very happy. He entered the melon fields and began to eat melons with relish . When he had eaten to his fill he began to howl. The came1 asked him not to make a noise. But the jackal replied that if was his habit to howl after taking his meals. On hearing the Jackal's howl, the villagers came running towards the fields. The jackal ran away and hid himself in a bush. 
The villagers found the came1 and with their sticks fell on him. The camel ran towards the river, but on the bank he collapsed. The villagers left him and went away. Now the jackal came out of his hiding and went to the camel. After a long time, the camel felt strong enough to get up and cross the river.
The jackal jumped onto his back. When they reached the deep water of the midstream, he came! stopped there. The jackal asked him what he was after. The camel replied that it was his habit to take a bath after taking a severe beating. Saying this, he dived in the water. 
The jackal fell into the water and was drowned. 
Moral:
Tit for Tat

 Blessing is disguise 

 Once a wealthy merchant was going home after selling his goods in the city He had a large sum of money with him and had to go a long way. He was getting dark. So he stopped his horse to a roadside and waited for the storm to spend it's force. He cursed the rain which had forced him to stand there in a cold night and shiver like an autumn leaf caught in the wind. 
After an hour or so, the rain stopped, and he started his journey once again. But a little farther, he found his way blocked by a fallen tree. He reined in his horse. Suddenly a bandit appeared from behind a tree. With an old style gun in his hand, he approached the merchant and said, “Jump down from your horse and give me your purse. 
1 need both the money and the horse.” The merchant was a sturdy brave man. He jumped down and before the rogue could move a finger, took hold of him by the throat and with a powerful blow sent him flying in the air. But the next moment the man was up on his feet. He took aim and pulled the trigger.
 But it did no' fit , he pulled the trigger again but nothing happened. The powder had become wet by the rain. The bandit cursed the rain and took to his house. Only then the merchant realized that the rain had been a blessing for him. 
Moral:
 Blessing is disguise
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