Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Swan with feathers that glowed golden in the sunlight. This Swan lived in a serene lake near a small village. In the village, there lived a poor woman with her two daughters. They led a difficult life, filled with many hardships.
One day, as the Swan was flying over the village, he saw the woman and her daughters struggling for their survival. The Swan was deeply moved by their plight and decided to help them.
The Swan flew down to their humble home and introduced himself. He explained that he had seen their suffering and wanted to help. The Swan then shed one of his golden feathers and gave it to them. "Sell this feather," the Swan said, "and you will get enough money to ease your difficulties."
Overjoyed, the woman thanked the Swan. She sold the feather in the market and got enough money to support her family for a few days. After some time, the Swan visited the family again and gave them another feather to sell. This continued for some time, with the Swan regularly visiting the family and giving them one of his golden feathers. The family's life improved, and they were grateful to the Swan.
But as the family became comfortable, they also became greedy. They thought, "Why should we wait for the Swan to give us a single feather each time? Why don't we just catch him and take all his golden feathers at once?"
So, the next time the Swan came to visit, the woman and her daughters attacked him and tried to pluck all his golden feathers. The Swan, surprised and hurt, tried to escape. As he struggled, all his golden feathers fell out. But instead of remaining golden as they had always been, the feathers turned into ordinary swan feathers as soon as they were plucked.
With a heavy heart, the Swan looked at the woman and her daughters. "Your greed has spoiled everything," he said. "I was helping you out of compassion, but you wanted more. Now, I have lost my golden feathers, and you have lost a friend who helped you." With that, the Swan flew away, never to return.
The woman and her daughters ended up with a bunch of ordinary swan feathers, and they deeply regretted their greed.
Once upon a time, in a diminutive village where the weekly puppet show was the grandest event, there lived a notably special Swan. But this wasn’t just any swan; his feathers glimmered like polished gold. Picture the sun, but with feathers—that was him!
Nearby, a family—a mother and her two daughters—struggled to make ends meet, often sharing a single bowl of cereal for breakfast. Life, it seemed, was handing them only the yuckiest of green jellybeans.
One day, our friend, the magnanimous Mr. Glow-Feather Swan, while flying above, noticed the family's plight. He thought, "Aw, nuts. They need help, and pronto!"
Transforming into a feathered superhero, he swooped down to their yard. "Hey, hey, hey, what's cooking? Or rather, not cooking? Fear not, I’ve got something to spice things up! Ta-da! A golden feather!"
The mother, wide-eyed, could only muster a stuttering thank you, while her daughters, eyes aglow with mischievous delight, dreamt of all the cakes and dolls they could now afford.
He swished his neck, delicately shedding a gleaming feather before them. "One feather per visit, that’s the deal. Sell it, and you’ll have enough to put something extra on the table," he cautioned, his voice a melody threaded with a warning undertone.
With golden feather in hand, they headed to the market, causing a cascade of whispers and wide-eyed stares from fellow villagers. "Golden goose? Nah, we have a Golden Swan!" the mom chuckled, exchanging the feather for a sack of coins. Days of merry feasts, new clothes, and tinkling toys ensued.
Mr. Glow-Feather Swan, their secret golden benefactor, would occasionally bless them with another feather. Life began to sparkle, and hunger became a distant memory.
However, greed began to bloom in their hearts. One daughter spoke up, "Why wait for him to give us one feather at a time? Let's catch him and take all the feathers! We could buy a whole toy store!"
The next time Mr. Glow-Feather Swan descended, they attempted to pounce on him. "Surprise!"
"Hey, what's going on? A group hug? Uh-oh—mind the feathers!"
To their dismay, the golden feathers turned as dull as dry oatmeal upon being plucked. Just ordinary, nonchalant feathers.
Looking at them, Mr. Glow-Feather Swan said, "Well, you’ve done it now. I was your shiny, happy buddy, and you’ve turned me into a mere duck. Quack quack!"
He soared away with a flap of his now ordinary feathers, leaving the family clutching nothing more than plain, 'eh' feathers.
And there they stood, ruminating on their lost fortune, wishing they'd appreciated the generous gifts instead of greedily seeking more.
Golden glows the Swan so fine,
Upon the serene lake's line.
By the waters, a village near,
A woman and daughters dear.
Life was tough, each passing day,
Struggles made them fray.
Above the village, Swan did glide,
Seeing their strife, he couldn't hide.
Down to earth, the Swan flew,
"To help," he said, "is what I'll do."
From his back, a feather of gold,
"Sell this," he said, "and be bold."
The grateful woman took the gift,
Selling it gave their spirits a lift.
Again and again, Swan did appear,
Bringing golden feathers, drawing near.
But comfort bred a greedy mind,
The family thought, "All the gold we can find!"
"Why wait for one? Let's take them all!"
But greed often leads to a fall.
They lunged at Swan, grabbing tight,
In that moment, no golden light.
Feathers turned plain, lost their shine,
Gone was the magic, no golden line.
The Swan said, "Greed made you blind,
I helped with love, you left that behind.
Now all is lost, your actions in vain,"
And away he flew, leaving behind pain.
With plain feathers, they sat so sad,
Losing a friend, realizing they’d been bad.
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