It was an evening in
winter days. A group of monkey living near a hill were shivering. Few monkeys
collected black speed and tried to get heat by blowing air. But there exercise
was futile. A bird observed the difficulties faced by monkeys.
“Oh monkeys, Do you get
heat if black seeds are fed with air? You are all dull headed. Better go to a
cave or thicket where cold is less” the bird said. “You small bird? Can’t you
keep quiet? We are suffering here. You are talking as if you know better than
us. Get lost” an aged monkey said. The bird didn’t keep quiet. “Oh monkeys ….
It appears it may rain; clouds are gathering. Better quit the place. Otherwise
you suffer more” the bird advised.
Monkeys got angry. One
monkey jumped above the tree and cut the bird’s wings. The bird died…