The magical bed
Once upon a time there was a magical bed it was passed by generation to generation...
Once upon a time there was a magical bed it was passed by generation to generation.
Nobody knew the bed is magical. Now the bed is in the right and safe hands of a good and kind hearted boy. The boy also did not know that the bed is magical. One night boy felt very sad and went to the bed. He started talking to himself suddenly he heard a voice, it was a friendly voice, still boy was scared, the voice said do not be scared which made the boy feel relax. The boy started to talk with the voice. He asked who you are. The voice answered, I am the magical bed and the boy was amused. The voice told him that, do not pass this secret to anyone. The boy asked the bed which secret? The secret that I am magical. I can fulfill all your wishes the boy was happy now. But when he heard that the bed will fulfill his wish he became greedy. That day onwards he stared asking at least 10 wishes a day.
Once the boy thought that there is something magical inside the bed so he decided to cut the bed, one night he took an axe and went to the bed and was getting ready to destroy the bed but voice tried to stop boy cutting the bed, he did not listen to the voice and finally destroyed the bed. There was nothing inside the bed, boy was so sad and thought about his mistake and started crying but the bed was magical it regained its shape and told the boy I have been passed by generations and took care of every one very well but you tried to destroy me though it is impossible, you became greedy because you know my secret. You asked 10 wishes a day and I fulfilled them, that made you greedier and now you are my enemy because I understood you are greedy. My dear bed please forgive me and be my friend like before. I wouldn’t do that again because I learned a lesson so hereafter I will be your friend not enemy, boy said. But Magical bed said, if I be your friend again, I would be burned by you so good bye you greedy.
No don’t leave me, the boy cried but of no use as Magical bed disappeared.
MORAL OF THE STORY: DON’T BE GREEDY.