On a severe winter evening, a pack of monkeys shivered with cold as the breeze began to blow by dusk.They gathered under a tree for refuge and started collecting twigs of dry wood for fire to keep them warm.Unfortunately they could not manage to find some starting fire.One clever fellow caught a firefly and placed it under the pile of wood and the entire pack bagan to fan it, hoping it will light up !
Well ensconced in their cosy nests, hanging from branches of the tree, the weaver birds watched the miserable monkeys fail repeatedly.These birds are known for their skill of weaving beautiful nests that suspend from trees.Seeing the plight of poor monkeys the birds came out of their nests to tell them what mistake they were making.The monkeys went wild on learning how silly they were.They destroyed their nests, broke their eggs and made them homeless.
Such is life. Doing good to others at times can be misconstrued.
Should the birds have kept quiet ? Why did they invite the wrath of the monkeys ? Why not let a fool be a fool ? . . . . . . . . No. Goodness does not stop from being good,no matter what odds, for, it's essence lies in doing good.
Most of us are weak in our will to speak the truth.We think it's impolite to point out the wrong.Ordinary men think as a multitude, those of substance, fear not to go alone.
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