IX Story writing
IX Story writing
There once lived a poor woodcutter in a small village. Every day, he went to the forest to chop
wood and sell it in the market to support his family. He worked hard, but he barely earned enough
to meet his needs. One morning, as he was cutting wood near a river, his axe slipped from his
hands and fell into the deep water. He sat down in despair, holding his head in his hands.
As he was mourning his loss, a shimmering light appeared before him, and a beautiful fairy
emerged from the river. "Why are you so sad, dear woodcutter?" she asked kindly. "My axe fell
into the river, and I cannot afford to buy another one," the woodcutter replied with a heavy heart.
The fairy smiled and disappeared beneath the water. Moments later, she returned, holding a golden
axe. "Is this your axe?" she asked. The woodcutter shook his head. "No, that is not mine. My axe
was simple and made of iron." The fairy nodded and dived back in. She reappeared with a silver
axe. "Perhaps this one belongs to you?" The woodcutter again refused. "No, that is not mine
either." For the third time, the fairy went underwater and returned with an old, rusty iron axe. As
soon as the woodcutter saw it, his face lit up. "Yes! That is my axe!" he exclaimed joyfully.
The fairy was pleased with his honesty. "You are a good and truthful man," she said. "As a reward,
I will give you all three axes—the gold, the silver, and your own iron axe." The woodcutter was
overjoyed and thanked her sincerely before heading home. From that day on, he lived happily and
prosperously, proving that honesty is always the best policy.
Once, two close friends lived in a village. They spent most of their time together, and people
admired their strong bond. One day, they were passing through a dense forest while discussing
their love for each other. "I will never leave you, no matter what happens," one friend promised.
"And I will always stand by you," the other assured. Suddenly, a bear appeared from behind the
trees.
Terrified, one of the friends, who knew how to climb trees, quickly scrambled up and hid among
the branches. The other friend, unable to climb, stood frozen in fear. "What should I do now?" he
murmured to himself. Then, recalling that bears do not attack motionless bodies, he lay on the
ground and held his breath. The bear approached, sniffed him closely, and then walked away,
assuming he was dead.
When the bear disappeared, the friend on the tree climbed down. "What did the bear whisper in
your ear?" he asked with a grin. The friend on the ground stood up, dusted himself off, and
replied sternly, "The bear advised me never to trust a friend who abandons me in danger." From
that day on, he understood the true meaning of friendship and also learnt that everybody should
make real friends and stay away from traitors.
A Farmer and His Golden Goose
Once a farmer had a goose. It used to lay a golden egg every day. The farmer used to sell them in
the market, and within a short time, he became quite solvent. However, his wife was very
greedy. She wanted to be very rich overnight. One day, she approached her husband with a
cunning gleam in her eyes.
"Husband," she began, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness, "I've been thinking... Why wait
for one egg a day when we can have them all at once? Surely, there are many golden eggs inside
the goose's stomach!" The farmer, a wise and gentle man, looked at his wife with concern.
"Wife, what foolishness are you suggesting? The goose is our source of wealth. If we kill it, we'll
have nothing!" But the wife was adamant. "Nonsense! Think of the riches! We'll be wealthy
beyond our wildest dreams!" She pressed on, her voice rising in excitement, "We'll simply cut
open the goose and take all the eggs at once! We'll be rich overnight! “Despite her husband's
protests, her greed consumed her. One day, while the farmer was out working in the fields, she
took a sharp knife and, with a swift and brutal motion, cut open the goose's belly. But instead of
a treasure trove of golden eggs, she found nothing. The goose, her source of wealth, lay dead.
"No!" she cried, her voice filled with despair. "What have I done?" Her husband returned to find
her weeping over the lifeless bird. He looked at her, his eyes filled with sorrow and
disappointment. “You see, my dear," he said gently, "Your greed has blinded you. You wanted
everything at once, and now you have lost everything."
And so, the greedy wife learned a harsh lesson: that greed leads to downfall, and those who grasp
for too much often end up with nothing at all.