The Uncle's Labours..

by Roja on April 05, 2009, 06:00:00 AM
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Govind was passing through a small village.
It was morning. The wheels of his Cart got stuck up in a Pool of Mud.

He had to call a Man who lived in a nearby hut for Help.
He put his shoulder to the rear of the Cart and lifted and Pushed
the wheels out of the Mud.

Govind was pleased. The man, panting and sweating, extended his hand
towards Govind, in expectation of a reward. Govind paid him some
money and said, "You must have got tired"..

The Man's little nephew, who had been there only for two or three days,
commented, "Naturally..!! Uncle has to carry Jugfuls of Water from
the Pond at night to keep the Pool Muddy, After All..!!"


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