Write a story based on your imagination in 100-150 words plz plz be fast
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THE FISHER MAN AND THE LITTLE FISH
Once upon a time there was a Koli fisherman. His job was to catch fish. He sold them in the market and thereby earned his bread.
Once there were no rains. The streams, ponds and rivers went dry. The fisherman was on the brink (point) of starvation. He went from pond to pond and stream to stream, but he failed miserably to catch any fish. Now the situation was getting very grave. He searched at last a small pond with very shallow water. He went into the muddy water. He looked for some fish. At last, he succeeded. He caught a very small fish. He was about to kill it. The tiny fish requested him very humbly, "Dear fisherman, do not kill me. I am too small. Please put me back in the pond, let me grow fast and fleshy. Come after six months. I shall be a good feast for you and your guests," Then she kept mum.
Now it was entirely in the hands of Koli fisherman to spare it or kill it. But the fish was very hopeful of being excused. She thought that her appeal was having the desired effect because the fisherman pondered (though) for a while. Then the fisherman said very seriously, "Perhaps you might not come back to be caught, when you have grown-up. A little fish is far better than no fish at all, so I think I need no pity on you". So saying he killed her and ate it up. He relished it thoroughly.
Moral:-Something is better than nothing.
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TWELVE WEAVERS OR FINDING THE MISSING MAN
Once in Julaha Nagar, there lived twelve weavers. They worked on their looms day and night. They never ventured out of their village. They were very happy with their lot.
But once on an urgent business, they had to go out of their village. They did it much against their wishes. They had a fear of losing one-two of them. They were very simple people. Except their own village, they knew nothing of the world. Anyway they started on their long journey.
Now there was a large river which they had to cross. In order to avoid the loss of any one of them in strong current of the water, they tied themselves with a rope. They crossed the river, Nothing unusual happened. When they reached the other bank of the river, they began to count themselves. This they did in order to be doubly sure.
Each one counted the other eleven and forgot to count himself. Thus, they counted hundreds of times, but they found that one of them was definitely washed away in the river. They sat down and began to weep loudly. One passerby who saw them weeping reached them. He at once understood their foolishness and simple-mindedness. He took out his shoe and stuck it on each, counted and completed the number twelve. The weavers were very happy.
Thanks, God, they were twelve. None was missing. Their problem was that the one who began counting, forgot to count himself. They vowed never go out of their Julaha Nagar, for the rest of their life
Moral:-Foolishness has no end