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Lazy Greeny



  Once upon a time, there was a beautiful place in the jungle called Sectville. It was home to all the poor insects, who were homeless. Most of the village had grasshoppers, ones who work really hard. Among these young grasshoppers, there was a lazy one called Greeny. He would often waste time playing his fiddle and gossiping, but he was serious during winter. He stores food during autumn, and during winter, he makes sure his house is well protected from the strong winds. Sometimes, he would borrow the leftovers of the ants who live next to him. 

  One day, Greeny had no money left, so he planned of selling his old radio, which used to cost a lot. As he walked about the village, searching for someone interested, he met this funny looking cricket with goat legs and man hands and yak horns. He said, "Hello, young man. I am a mighty cricket who was cursed by a dog. Don't be scared, I'm meant to be like this. You must be poor. Here, have these." He said, handing Greeny some coloured beans. 

   "These are no ordinary beans, young man. These were given to me by a great sage when I journyed through the great Himalayas. You can use these to get wealth and youth and happiness. These four beans also will help you through your life. But, remember, these beans will be angry when you become lazy after the use of them. So, remember to use these carefully and only for urgent purposes." Greeny took the cricket's words lightly, hence nodded. He hopped off back to his house, trading his old radio to a seller.

    Greeny thought a lot. What can he do with these mysterious beans? He then had a great idea. He ran to the nearby mountain where an extremely angry dragon nestled. Greeny woke the dragon on purpose. He then led the dragon to Sectville. Soon, the village of insects became the village of chaos.

    Greeny then used one of his magic beans to turn the dragon to stone. Every insect then gasped at this no-good grasshopper who just saved the village from becoming extinct. 

   The ruler of the village, King Metamorphosis was pleased, and so he opened a donation centre where insects can donate their stuff and money. The money and stuff donated went to Greeny, who was now rejoicing upon his victory. The ants pleaded for some of his money, but Greeny refused to share.

    The next day, every insect celebrated the welcoming of autumn and started gathering food. "If I have magic beans, why should I suffer by searching for food?" Greeny thought. Then he got 10 stacks of grains, 5 baskets of fruit, 1 fridge of vegetables and a whole carton of puddings. The ants doubted Greeny.

    A few weeks passed peacefully, when the other two beans disappeared. Greeny was terrified. How could this happen? The next moment aided in the dragon's escape. All the insects fell at Greeny's feet. "O mighty grasshopper, please save this holy village in which we have been living for years! Please, do it for us! Do it for our dear village!" Greeny started trembling. What was he to do now? After a while, the food rats started eating all of Greeny's savings. Suddenly, the two beans appeared in the sky, but a lot bigger than before. On them was the face of the strange cricket. 

   "I warned you, young man. You weren't meant to become lazy. Your acts have made these beans angry, and have cursed you and your village now." Saying so, his face disappeared, and the two giant beans fell at the ground. Then, the rain started pouring. The thunder started functioning. The lighting started to struck the land. The village then was buried deep underground. But the insects digged their way out and survived underground. Greeny then mourned his laziness and changed himself.




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  1. Super moral story Shriyandhaa.is it your own imagination or you copied. Anyhow I liked the way of your writing very much. May God bless you
    From Pushpa patti

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  2. Laziness leads to sorrow. Behave and Be Active thoroughout and live Happily. That's the moral of the story.
    Babu Thatha.

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