An old man, bent double with age and toil, was gathering woods in a forest. Finally he grew so tired that he threw down his woods and cried out, " Oh my! I cannot bear this hard life anymore. I wish Death would come and rescue me from this terrible state!".
Suddenly, Death, a lifeless grisly skeleton appeared and said to him: "What wouldst thou, Mortal? I heard thee call me."
"Please sir," replied the old man, "would you kindly help me in lifting this bundle of woods on to my shoulder?"
Moral of the story: We would often be sorry if our wishes were granted.
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