Once, there was a cobbler, a person who makes and repairs shoes. He was always happy and sang from morning to night while working. People loved watching him work and hearing his cheerful songs. He was happier than anyone else.
The cobbler had a neighbor who was very different. This neighbor was a rich financier who rarely sang and hardly slept. He made a lot of money but was not happy. Whenever he finally fell asleep in the morning, the cobbler's singing would wake him up. The rich man often thought, "I wish I could buy sleep as I buy food and drink!" One day, he had an idea and invited the cobbler to his house.
"Tell me, my friend, how much money do you make in a year?" asked the financier.
The cobbler laughed and said, "I don't know. I never keep track. As long as I have enough to live, I'm happy!"
"Really?" replied the financier. "But how much do you make in a day?"
"Sometimes more, sometimes less," answered the cobbler. "There are many holidays when I cannot work, and that makes it hard to earn money. But I manage."
The wealthy man laughed and said, "I want to help you. Here is a hundred pounds. Use it wisely."
The cobbler was very excited to receive the money. He thought it was a huge amount and quickly buried it in his cellar. However, his happiness disappeared. From the moment he got the money, he stopped singing and couldn't sleep. He was always worried about the money. He watched the cellar door all day and night. If he heard a noise, he thought someone was stealing his money.
Finally, the cobbler couldn't take it anymore. He went back to the financier and said, "Please, take your money back. Give me back my happiness, my songs, and my sleep."
The financier took the money back, and the cobbler returned to his simple, happy life, singing from morning to night once again.
Once, there was a cobbler, a person who makes and repairs shoes. He was always happy and sang from morning to night while working. People loved watching him work and hearing his cheerful songs. He was happier than anyone else.
The cobbler had a neighbor who was very different. This neighbor was a rich financier who rarely sang and hardly slept. He made a lot of money but was not happy. Whenever he finally fell asleep in the morning, the cobbler's singing would wake him up. The rich man often thought, "I wish I could buy sleep as I buy food and drink!" One day, he had an idea and invited the cobbler to his house.
"Tell me, my friend, how much money do you make in a year?" asked the financier.
The cobbler laughed and said, "I don't know. I never keep track. As long as I have enough to live, I'm happy!"
"Really?" replied the financier. "But how much do you make in a day?"
"Sometimes more, sometimes less," answered the cobbler. "There are many holidays when I cannot work, and that makes it hard to earn money. But I manage."
The wealthy man laughed and said, "I want to help you. Here is a hundred pounds. Use it wisely."
The cobbler was very excited to receive the money. He thought it was a huge amount and quickly buried it in his cellar. However, his happiness disappeared. From the moment he got the money, he stopped singing and couldn't sleep. He was always worried about the money. He watched the cellar door all day and night. If he heard a noise, he thought someone was stealing his money.
Finally, the cobbler couldn't take it anymore. He went back to the financier and said, "Please, take your money back. Give me back my happiness, my songs, and my sleep."
The financier took the money back, and the cobbler returned to his simple, happy life, singing from morning to night once again.
There is a cobbler. He makes and fixes shoes. The cobbler is always happy. He sings from morning to night. People like to watch him work and hear his songs. He is very happy.
Next to the cobbler lives a rich man. The rich man does not sing. He does not sleep well. He has a lot of money but is not happy. The cobbler's singing wakes him up. The rich man thinks, "I wish I could buy sleep like I buy food and drink." One day, he has an idea. He invites the cobbler to his house.
The rich man asks, "How much money do you make in a year?"
The cobbler laughs and says, "I don't know. I am happy if I have enough to live."
The rich man asks again, "How much do you make in a day?"
The cobbler says, "Sometimes more, sometimes less. There are many holidays. I cannot work on holidays, so I earn less money. But I am okay."
The rich man smiles and says, "I want to help you. Here is one hundred pounds. Use it well."
The cobbler is very excited. He thinks it is a lot of money. He hides it in his house. But now, the cobbler is not happy. He stops singing. He cannot sleep. He always worries about the money. He watches the door all day and night. If he hears a noise, he thinks someone is taking his money.
Finally, the cobbler cannot take it anymore. He goes back to the rich man. He says, "Please, take your money back. I want my happiness, my songs, and my sleep."
The rich man takes the money back. The cobbler goes back to his simple life. He is happy again.
Once, there was a cobbler, a person who makes and repairs shoes. He was always happy and sang from morning to night while working. People loved watching him work and hearing his cheerful songs. He was happier than anyone else.
The cobbler had a neighbor who was very different. This neighbor was a rich financier who rarely sang and hardly slept. He made a lot of money but was not happy. Whenever he finally fell asleep in the morning, the cobbler's singing would wake him up. The rich man often thought, "I wish I could buy sleep as I buy food and drink!" One day, he had an idea and invited the cobbler to his house.
"Tell me, my friend, how much money do you make in a year?" asked the financier.
The cobbler laughed and said, "I don't know. I never keep track. As long as I have enough to live, I'm happy!"
"Really?" replied the financier. "But how much do you make in a day?"
"Sometimes more, sometimes less," answered the cobbler. "There are many holidays when I cannot work, and that makes it hard to earn money. But I manage."
The wealthy man laughed and said, "I want to help you. Here is a hundred pounds. Use it wisely."
The cobbler was very excited to receive the money. He thought it was a huge amount and quickly buried it in his cellar. However, his happiness disappeared. From the moment he got the money, he stopped singing and couldn't sleep. He was always worried about the money. He watched the cellar door all day and night. If he heard a noise, he thought someone was stealing his money.
Finally, the cobbler couldn't take it anymore. He went back to the financier and said, "Please, take your money back. Give me back my happiness, my songs, and my sleep."
The financier took the money back, and the cobbler returned to his simple, happy life, singing from morning to night once again.
Once upon a time, in a bustling village, there was a cobbler, a person who made and fixed shoes. Now, this cobbler wasn’t just any cobbler. He was the happiest, jolliest cobbler ever! He sang from morning till night, and his songs were so cheerful that even the birds stopped to listen.
His neighbor, on the other hand, was a very different kind of person. This neighbor was a rich financier, someone who dealt with a lot of money but rarely dealt with smiles. He never sang and hardly ever slept. Even though he had mountains of money, he was as happy as a cat in a bathtub. Every morning, just as he was about to catch a bit of sleep, the cobbler’s singing would wake him up. “Oh, how I wish I could buy sleep like I buy my fancy cheese!” he often grumbled.
One day, the financier had a brilliant idea. He invited the cobbler over to his grand mansion. “Hello, my friend! How much money do you make in a year?” he asked.
The cobbler chuckled, “I’ve got no clue! I don’t keep track. As long as I have enough to live and sing, I’m happy!”
“Really?” said the financier, scratching his head. “But how much do you make in a day?”
“Some days more, some days less,” the cobbler replied. “There are many holidays when people don’t need new shoes, so I earn less. But I always manage.”
The financier laughed, “Well, I want to help you. Here, take this hundred pounds. Use it wisely.”
The cobbler’s eyes sparkled. “Wow, a hundred pounds! That’s a lot of shoe leather!” He took the money home and buried it in his cellar, thinking he was the richest cobbler in the world.
But then, something strange happened. The moment he got the money, he stopped singing. He couldn’t sleep. He was constantly worried about the money. “Is someone stealing my precious pounds?” he thought every time he heard a noise. He became so anxious that he started looking like a worried owl!
Finally, the cobbler couldn’t stand it anymore. He took the money back to the financier. “Please, take your money back,” he said. “I want my happiness, my songs, and my sleep back.”
The financier took the money back, and the cobbler returned to his simple, joyful life. He sang from morning to night once again, and the village was filled with his happy tunes.
And so, the cobbler learned that happiness can’t be bought with money. It’s found in the simple joys of life—like a good song and a sunny day.
Once there was a cobbler, a jolly old soul,
Making shoes for all, that was his goal.
He sang as he worked, from morning till night,
Bringing joy to all, with his voice so light.
Next door lived a man, wealthy and grand,
But happiness was not something he could command.
Though he had riches, he seldom slept,
Listening to the cobbler's songs as he wept.
The rich man sighed, "Oh, if sleep I could buy,
Like food and drink, then I'd surely try."
One day, he called the cobbler near,
With a plan to solve his sleep's great fear.
"Tell me, friend, how much do you make?" he asked,
The cobbler just laughed, with the question unmasked.
"I don't keep track, I live day by day,
As long as I'm happy, that's all I can say."
"I'll help you," said the rich man with a grin,
And handed a bag, full of pounds within.
The cobbler took it, and joy filled his heart,
But soon, his troubles would silently start.
He buried the money deep in the ground,
But soon his happiness couldn't be found.
No longer he sang, no longer he slept,
All day and night, he silently wept.
Every noise he heard, filled him with dread,
Was someone stealing his money instead?
Finally, the cobbler, with weary eyes,
Returned the money, and said his goodbyes.
"Take it back, and give me peace,
I want my songs and my worries to cease."
The rich man agreed, and took back the gold,
And the cobbler’s life returned to the old.
Once more he sang, from morning to night,
His heart was free, and his soul felt light.
Happiness returned, and with it his song,
For riches aren't needed to feel you belong.
A person who repairs and makes shoes.
A person who manages large amounts of money.
Feeling or showing happiness and good spirits.
Follow or monitor someone's progress or movements.
Succeed in doing or dealing with something.
Special days for rest, celebration, or commemoration.
A room below ground level in a house.
No longer visible or cannot be found.
Covered or hidden underground.
In a way that shows good judgment.
Person who makes and fixes shoes.
Having a lot of money, not poor.
Asks someone to come to your place.
Get money by working.
Feeling very happy and eager.
Puts something where it can't be seen.
Thinks about bad things that might happen.
Days when people do not work.
As much as needed, not more.
Feeling very good, not sad.
A person who repairs and makes shoes.
A person who manages large amounts of money.
Feeling or showing happiness and good spirits.
Follow or monitor someone's progress or movements.
Succeed in doing or dealing with something.
Special days for rest, celebration, or commemoration.
A room below ground level in a house.
No longer visible or cannot be found.
Covered or hidden underground.
In a way that shows good judgment.
What does the cobbler do?
Why do people like the cobbler?
What does the rich man give to the cobbler?
What happens to the cobbler after he gets the money?
What does the cobbler do with the money at the end of the story?
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