THE HONEST FARMER

THE HONEST FARMER

Once there was a farmer. He lived in a village. He was very honest. One day he was cutting his crop sickle. It was very hot. He felt thirsty and went to the river to drink water. His sickle slipped from his hand and fell into the river. The farmer started crying.

The river goddess heard his cries and came out of the water. She asked the farmer,

 Goddess : Why are you      crying ?

Farmer : My sickle has fallen into the river. Now. how  will I cut my crops ?

How will live ?

( the river goddess went into the water and came out with a gold sickle.)

Goddess: Is this your sickle, farmer ?

Farmer:No !No ! This is a gold sickle.

       My sickle is made of iron.

(The river goddess went into the water again. She came out with a silver sickle.)

Goddess: Is this yours ?

Farmer: No ! No ! This is a silver sickle. My sickle is made of iron.

(The river goddess went into the water again. She came out with an iron sickle.)

Goddess: Is this yours?

Farmer: Yes! Yes! This is mine.

Goddess: You are very honest. I am very happy. I will reward you for your honesty.

(She gave all the time: gold , silver and iron sickles to the farmer.)

The farmer became very happy.