Wishes of Stone cutter
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Once upon a
time there lived a stone cutter in a small village. He worked hard through the
day, preparing the shapes that were ordered by his customers. His hands were rough
and his clothes were dirty. One day he went to the mountain to cut a big stone.
It was difficult to work as the weather was extremely hot. After working for
several hours, he sat down in the shade of a nearby tree and soon fell asleep.
After sometime, he heard the sound of a procession. He woke up and saw many
soldiers and attendants walking in the sun, alongside the king who not only
rode an elephant but also had an umbrella to keep the sun away. “How wonderful
it must be to be a king”, thought the stone cutter. He wondered how happy would
he be if he were the king instead of a poor stone cutter. As he thought so, a
strange thing happened. The stone cutter found him dressed in silk clothes and
shining jewels. His hands were soft and he was sitting on the elephant. He
looked around at the attendants and thought, “how easy it is to be a king,
these people are here to serve me.” The precession moved on and the sun grew
hotter.
The stone
cutter, now the king, became too warm for comfort. He asked the precession to
stop so that he could rest for some time. At once the chief of the soldiers
bent before the king and said, “Your Majesty, this morning you swore to have me
hanged to death if we did not reach the palace before the sun set.” The stone
cutter felt sorry for him and let the precession go on its way again. “I am
powerful, it is true, but how more powerful the sun is. I would be the son
rather than a king”, he thought. At once, he became the sun, shining down on
the earth.
Its new
power was hard to control. It shone too brilliantly and burned up the fields
with its rays. But no matter how hard it shone, it could not see through the
clouds. I was evident that the clouds were even stronger and more powerful than
the sun. The sun wished that if would rather be a cloud. Suddenly it found
itself turned into a huge dark cloud. It started using its new power. It poured
rain down on the fields and caused floods. All the trees and houses were swept
away but the boulder, which once it had been cutting when it was a stone cutter
was unmoved and unchanged. No Matter how hard it poured down on the stone, the
stone did not move.
The cloud
wondered, “That rock is more powerful than I am. Only a stone cutter could
change the rock by his skill.” No sooner had it said these words, he found
himself setting on a stone. He picked up his tools and began working.
“The best
man in the whole tribe is Manure (Boy name) the brave”, everyone would say. You
could see for yourself, at any time of the day, just how brave he was. He could
jump to the ground from amazing heights, he would fight poisonous snakes, and
he would catch scorpions with his bare hands, and could cut the palm of his own
hand with a knife-without even a monkey.
One day,
they happened upon each other in the forest, and Manure was showing Potomac
(girl name) a coral snake he had just caught, when there began a downpour, the
likes of which no one had ever seen. The both ran to shelter themselves under
some thick foliage, and there they stayed until the rain had stopped.
However,
when they were about to leave the shelter, they heard the roar of a tiger, at a
distance of only a couple of meters. The foliage was very thick and dense, and
the tiger wouldn’t be able to get though it to attack them. However the tiger
was almost at the entrance hole. If it happened to come in and find the two
tribesmen there, they certainly wouldn’t get out alive. Manure was getting
restless. He wanted to get out of that tight hole, and his great hunting
skills. Potomac was gesturing at him to keep still and be quiet, but Manure,
tired of being stuck with a coward, leap out of the thicket, surprising the
tiger.
The tiger
suffered a couple of deep wounds, but soon recovered and hurt Manure with two
swipes of its paw, throwing him to the ground. The tiger took the initiative,
and leapt upon Manure, but Minute’s spear, in the hands of Potomac, interrupted
the tiger’s attack. The tiger turned away, wounded, but the spear moved as fast
as a beam of light, and with incredible precision, hurting the animal again and
again, until it fell to the ground, lifeless.
Manure,
shocked, and bleeding freely from his injuries, witnessed all his while lying
flat on his back on the ground. Never before had he seen anyone take on a
tiger, and use the spear with such calmness and strength, as he had seen Potomac
do just now. Neither of them said a thing. Minute’s grateful expression needed
no words to be understood. Nor did they need words to know about Potomac’s
wounded hand, or the fact that they were leaving a tiger skin there in the
forest.
From that
day on, people gradually remarked less on Minute’s braveness. They thought May
ne he was less courageous than before. The strangest thing was that they now
noticed that manure’s old spear was among Potomac’s things. But Manure just
smiled, and remembered the day he learned that true bravery lay not in seeking
out danger, but in controlling one’s fear when danger crosses your path.
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