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bad mouth, Bad times, Comply, death, future, Old man story, short story, stories, wish, Wishful death, woodcutter, worse outcome
An old man was employed in cutting wood in the forest, and, in carrying the faggots to the city for sale one day, became very wearied with his long journey. He sat down by the wayside, and throwing down his load, besought Death to come.
Death immediately appeared in answer to his summons and asked for what reason he had called him. The Old Man hurriedly replied,
That, lifting up the load, you may place it again upon my shoulders.
Moral is that never utter a such words which u can’t comply, bcz u don’t know when they come to hunt you. and at that time you might find it difficult to comply to them……
Some Passing Thoughts 