Count not your chickens before they are hatched


ILLUSTRATIVEstory



Amrita was a poor milk maid she lived in a Hamlet close to a town. 

Often she wished she were rich. But how. She did not know. Then she got a bright idea. She went to one of the rich cattle owner and said. Will you give me milk on credit.

I will take the milk to the Town . Sell it and make some profit.

The villagers agreed.

Next morning. She collected the milk from the villagers. She held them in two post. She added some water to increase the quantity of milk.

Nobody will notice it. This away i will make some profit. I will become rich. She thought.

Her fancy wandered. I will become rich. I will buy a few hens. They will lay eggs. I will sell most of the eggs. Some of the eggs will hatch. When the chicks grow. They will give me more eggs. When i have put by enough money. 

I will buy a cow. The cow will give me milk. I will sell the milk. I will buy more cows. Soon i will have enough money to settle down with a man. 

We will have children. If my son or daughter misbehaves. I will hit the brat thus. She raised the stick and waved it wildly.

Alas the blow fell on the post on her head. The post broke. She was totally drenched in milk as it flowed down to the ground. With that ended all her dreams of making a rich profit by selling milk. She had counted the chickens before they were hatched.