The Dreaming Priest

Long time back there carried on a cleric who was to a great degree sluggish and poor in the meantime. He would not like to do any diligent work however used to dream of being rich one day. He got his nourishment by asking for offerings. One morning he got a pot of drain as a feature of the donations. He was to a great degree pleased and ran home with the pot of drain. He heated up the drain, drank some of it and put the rest of the drain in a pot. He included slight curds in the pot for changing over the drain to curd. He at that point set down to rest.

Before long he began envisioning about the pot of curd while he lay snoozing. He envisioned that in the event that he could end up rich in some way or another every one of his torments would be gone. His considerations swung to the pot of drain he had set to shape curd. He imagined on; "By morning the pot of drain would set, it is changed over to curd. I would agitate the curd and make margarine from it. I would warm the margarine and make ghee out of it. I will then go to that market and offer that ghee, and profit. With that cash I will purchase a hen. The hen will lay may eggs which will incubate and there will be numerous chicken. These chicken will thus lay many eggs and I will soon have my very own poultry ranch." He continued envisioning.

"I will offer every one of the hens of my poultry and get a few bovines, and open a drain dairy. All the town individuals will purchase drain from me. I will be exceptionally rich and soon I might purchase gems. The ruler will purchase every one of the gems from me. I will be rich to the point that I will have the capacity to wed a particularly wonderful young lady from a rich family. Before long I will have a nice looking child. On the off chance that he does any wickedness I will be exceptionally furious and to show him a lesson, I will hit him with a major stick."During this fantasy, he automatically got the stick beside his quaint little inn that he was beating his child, raised the stick and hit the pot. The pot of drain broke and he arose from his stare off into space.

Moral: There is not a viable alternative for diligent work. Dreams can't be satisfied without diligent work.