Once upon a time, there lived a very poor man. He was all by himself, with no friends or family. He didn't have much to eat, but he made sure to save a little bit of rice every day in a clay pot. He hung the pot near his bed and always kept a close watch on it. His plan was to sell the rice one day to get some money.
One day, the man found that his pot was full of rice. He was very happy. He knew he could sell the rice the next morning and make some money.
That night, the man lay in his bed, but his eyes kept going back to the pot. He was so excited that he fell asleep and started to dream. In his dream, the pot was overflowing with rice.
He dreamed about what he would do when he sold the rice for a good price. With the money, he could buy some eggs. Those eggs would hatch into baby chickens, and he could raise them into hens. He could sell those hens and use the money to buy goats. The goats would have babies, and soon he would have a whole herd of goats.
Next, he would trade the goats for cows and buffaloes. They would also have babies, and soon he would have a big herd of cows and buffaloes. They would give him a lot of milk.
He could use the milk to make butter and curd. He could sell the butter and curd at the market and earn even more money. He could buy a big house with this money, and everyone would see how well he was doing. A rich man might even ask him to marry his daughter. Then he would have a wife and soon, they would have a baby.
His child would be full of energy and play all day, making a lot of noise. Annoyed, he would pick up a stick and chase his child to quiet them down.
Deep in his dream, the man grabbed the stick near his bed. He started swinging it around as if he was chasing his imaginary child. Sadly, he hit the clay pot, breaking it, and all the rice spilled out onto the muddy floor.
Suddenly, the man woke up and saw the mess. His dream had been so real, but now he was awake and all his plans had vanished, just like the rice spilled on the ground. The poor man realized that he had been so busy dreaming about the future that he forgot to take care of what he had in the present.
Once upon a time, there was a man who was so, so poor he didn’t even have two pennies to rub together. But what he did have was a clay pot and some rice. Every day, he'd save a bit of rice like it was his treasure, watching it like a cat watches a laser pointer.
One day, the pot was full of rice, and he was as happy as a pig in mud. He danced around, maybe even doing the chicken dance, because tomorrow he was going to be rich!
That night, he fell asleep and started to dream. And oh, what a dream it was! First, he saw himself trading the rice for eggs. Not just any eggs, mind you, but eggs that would hatch into chickens wearing sunglasses. Cool chicks, you might say!
Then, he'd trade the chickens for goats. Goats that would hop around, doing the moonwalk and the twist. He'd be the best goat-dancing coach around.
Next, he'd swap the goats for cows and buffaloes. They wouldn't just give milk – they'd give strawberry milkshakes and chocolate sundaes. He'd need a straw as big as a garden hose to drink it all!
He'd use the milkshake money to buy a big house with doors that went “Moo” and “Baa” when you opened them. And he might even marry a princess who liked to wear polka-dot rain boots. Together, they'd have a bouncing baby who could literally bounce, jumping around like a kangaroo.
But then, in his dream, his imaginary child would start making a racket, zipping around like a racecar. So, he'd grab a stick, pretending to chase them, shouting, "Slow down, you little zoomer!"
But oh dear! Whack! He swung his arm and hit the clay pot. Rice went flying everywhere like confetti at a New Year's party.
The man woke up, and all he saw was rice, rice, and more rice. His dream was over, and the mess was very real. It was like waking up to find your shoes filled with jelly.
He sighed and realized that dreaming was fun, but maybe he should have been careful with his stick-swinging. After all, you don't want to put all your eggs – or in this case, rice – in one basket.
Through a town's maze, so winding and vast,
Lived a man with memories of a penniless past.
Not a penny, not a dime, his pockets were bare,
But a clay pot and rice, with love and care.
Every grain he saved, day after day,
Like a squirrel with nuts, keeping hunger at bay.
Then one sunny day, to his joy and delight,
The pot brimmed with rice, a wonderful sight.
With glee, he danced, joy in his stride,
Dreaming of wealth and the world outside.
In dreams, a vision of magic came through,
Eggs to chicks with shades, oh so new!
Those chicks quickly turned to moonwalking goats,
Twisting and turning, in their snazzy coats.
Next were cows, with a magical twist,
Serving milkshakes and sundaes, hard to resist.
A mansion awaited, doors singing with glee,
And a polka-dot princess, as lively as can be!
Their baby, oh, with such energetic sweep,
Zoomed and zapped, never missing a beat.
"Slow down, you zoomer!" in jest, he'd cry,
Waving a stick, under the dreamy sky.
But that stick, in his dream-filled spree,
Caused a real-world mess, as clear as can be.
Rice flew like stars, scattering wide,
The dream faded, leaving him misty-eyed.
Among the grains, he sat so pensive and slight,
Dreams are sweet, but grip reality tight.
For in dreams, we might touch the sky,
Forgetting the world that lies close by.
But on waking, when those dreams do flee,
Lessons of reality, are what we see.
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