One upon a time in a far forest
there lived a troop of monkeys. One winter night was terribly cold and then it
began to rain heavily. The monkeys were drenched and grew miserable due to
chilling cold. They began looking out for a way to protect themselves.
It was then some younger members
of their troop saw brightly colored fruits. The monkeys thought that they were
embers of fire and began blowing at them to make fire.
A bird who nested on a nearby tree
had been watching the monkeys. She thought of helping the monkeys understand
their muff and said, 'It is not firewood. You are mistaking these fruits for
ember. They cannot be burned for making fire'.
But the monkeys continued working
around the ganja fruits to make fire.
Seeing this, the bird further
advised the monkeys, 'It is getting colder. I would advise you not to waste
your time and effort, rather look to find shelter in a cave where you can
protect yourself from this cold weather and heavy rain'
But the monkeys were arrogant.
They ignored the bird. An old member of the troop, fumed and shrieked, 'You
meek fellow, rest in your nest and do not tell us what to do”.
But the bird was worried for
monkeys as it was getting colder. So she flew to the monkeys and reiterated
that they should find a cave for sheltering. The bird tried again and when the
monkey gave no ear to her advise, she humbly approached them closely.
The monkeys were not only agitated
by what the bird has been insisting on, rather they were frustrated by their
vague attempts to kindle fire in the miserable cold. Suddenly, one of the
monkeys near whom the bird sat, caught hold of her and smashed her mercilessly
on a stone. The petty little bird cried in agony and died.
Moral: Do not advise fools.
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