Far, far away there was a grove of
shady mango trees. On one of the green trees there lived a cuckoo and a crow.
They were quite alike in appearance. Both the birds were black. Only the crow
was a little bigger. The cuckoo would lay all her eggs in the crow's nest. For
quite some time they lived as good friends. The cuckoo had a sweet voice and
often she would fill the grove with her sweet melody.
One day, a traveler passed by. Night
fell and there was darkness all around. The traveler was tired. So he decided
to spend the night under the huge mango tree on which the crow and the cuckoo
lived.
The night was exceedingly pleasant.
Full moon was shedding her lone luster in the sky. The eerie surrounding made
the cuckoo feel supremely happy. She kept singing the whole night long and the
passerby was simply captivated by cuckoo's sweet song.
Night passed. The day dawned. It was
now the crow's turn to caw. His voice was so harsh to the ears that the
traveler soon left the place. When the crow saw the traveler leave the place,
in disgust he felt jealous of the sweet-voiced bird. When the cuckoo had gone
away in search of food the crow went to the nest in desperation and breaking
all the eggs, he threw them down.
The cuckoo, finding all her eggs
smashed, was mad with grief. She went to the crow and said, "Oh brother,
we had always lived like friends. What made you break all my eggs?" "Well sister, as you sang, the
unknown traveler stayed the whole night. When I started cawing he left the
place. I felt insulted and broke all your eggs. Now let us both go to the
traveler and ask him why he did so."
Both the birds flew and flew till they
spotted the traveler. When the crow asked him, he replied, "I was carried
away by the cuckoo's enchanting voice but your voice was intolerably harsh. So,
I left the place. But both of you have been old friends, so you should always
live in harmony. You should not feel jealous of your friend."
These words of the passerby pacified
both cuckoo and the crow. After that day they lived peacefully. The just and
kind words of a traveler destroyed the ill feeling of jealousy in the crow just
as a sprinkling of a little cold water settles the boiling milk.
source: BSE; XI grade
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