Aesop's Fables- 35
A
milkmaid was walking down the road, balancing on her head a bucket full
of fresh milk. And as she walked, she was busy daydreaming.
"Milk
this rich, " she thought, " will surely give plenty of cream. I'll
churn the cream into fresh white butter, and I'll take the butter to the
market. After I sell it, I'll buy a dozen eggs, and soon i'll have a
dozen chickens running around the yard. I'll sell the chickens for a
good price, and with the money I'll buy myself a new dress - a green one
with lace, to wear to the fair in the summer. And when the miller's son
sees me in that dress, he'll beg to dance with me. But will I let him?
Never! When he asks me, I'll tosss my head- like this!"
As
the milkmaid toss her head in scorn, her wooden bucket fell to the
ground and split in two. And so the milkmaid had nothing - no dress, no
chickens, no eggs, no butter, not even the milk she had to start with.
MORAL OF THE STORY - Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, which means -
- One should not count on something before it happens.
- One should not expect all of your hopes to be fulfilled.
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