The farmer’s daughter was once walking down roads at market with pail of milk on head. She sway this way and that. The milk dance about the inside of a pail. But no drop spill over.
“Oh, I must be carefully not to drop the milks!” maid said to self, “I can sell at market for lot of money!"
Her imagination now start carry her away: “And what I do with money? I buy eggs! ”
“And what I do with the eggs?
“I hatch them into fat chickens. And what will I do with chicken?
“I will sell in market. And then what I will do with the money?” she asked herself all over again.
“I will buy gorgeous gown, of course,” laughing out loud and thoroughly enjoying her daydream. “I then go to ball with this dresses and all the handsome, young man will say, ‘You will marry me, pretty maid?’ And I toss my head and say, ‘No Sir!’ ”
Uttering these words, farmer daughter toss her head in air. Down went pail of milk crashing to the ground, and with it imaginary egg, the chickens, her dream gown and group of adoring young man
Moral of the story: Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched (Don't count on something before you actually have it)
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