An old labourer, bent double with
age and toil, was gathering sticks
in a forest. At last he grew so
tired and hopeless that he threw
down the bundle of sticks, and cried
"I cannot bear this life any longer.
Ah, I wish Death would only come and
As he spoke, Death, a grisly
skeleton, appeared and said to him: "What
wouldst thou, Mortal? I heard thee
"Please, sir," replied the
woodcutter, "would you kindly
help me to lift this faggot of
sticks on to my shoulder?"
Moral of Aesop's Fable:
"We would often be sorry if