Aesop
A milkmaid was milking of cows and walking home back from the farm, with the respect of the milk bucket over his head. As he walked home, he thinks and plans ahead dangle.
"I dairy milk is very good quality," he thought entertain themselves, "will give me plenty of cream to be made. I will make a butter that is a lot of cream and sell it to the market, and with the money I had later on, I'll buy a lot of eggs and menetaskannya, It is very beautiful it looks when the eggs have hatched and my land will be filled with chickens young A healthy. At one time, I will sell it, and with the money I will buy beautiful clothes to wear to the party. All the handsome young man would look at me. They will come and try to seduce me, but I would look for young men who have a good business only! "
When he was thinking about his plans that she felt very clever, he nodded his head with pride, and without realizing it, a bucket that was in his head fall to the ground, and all the milk that has been milked flows spilled to the ground, with it he lost all his dreams about butter, eggs, chicken, new clothes and their pride.
Do not count the chickens that have not hatched.
Rouge Milk and bucket | Fairytale (END)
A milkmaid was milking of cows and walking home back from the farm, with the respect of the milk bucket over his head. As he walked home, he thinks and plans ahead dangle.
"I dairy milk is very good quality," he thought entertain themselves, "will give me plenty of cream to be made. I will make a butter that is a lot of cream and sell it to the market, and with the money I had later on, I'll buy a lot of eggs and menetaskannya, It is very beautiful it looks when the eggs have hatched and my land will be filled with chickens young A healthy. At one time, I will sell it, and with the money I will buy beautiful clothes to wear to the party. All the handsome young man would look at me. They will come and try to seduce me, but I would look for young men who have a good business only! "
When he was thinking about his plans that she felt very clever, he nodded his head with pride, and without realizing it, a bucket that was in his head fall to the ground, and all the milk that has been milked flows spilled to the ground, with it he lost all his dreams about butter, eggs, chicken, new clothes and their pride.
Do not count the chickens that have not hatched.
Rouge Milk and bucket | Fairytale (END)
