THE BOY WHO COULD KEEP A SECERT
THE SECRET - Part 2 of 5
THE SECRET - Part 2 of 5
Even then, nothing escapes a mother’s eye. Next day, “Sit still and eat your porridge. Why are you fidgety and excited?” “Er- Nothing! I had a dream last night.” The boy replied. “Tell me all about it!” his mother enquired him excitedly. To her dismay, he replied, “I can’t tell it to anybody until it comes true.” His mother was angry. “You rude, impudent boy! I’ll spank you till you tell me.” He cried and cried while she beat him but he didn’t tell her about his dream. It was no use. Her arm was tired of spanking but she got nothing out of the boy. In her anger she turned him out of the house, “Go Away, you horrid child.” It hurt him to not to tell his mother but he knew he must not.
Sore and aching he ran out to his secret place in the woods and knelt weeping before his sword. So loudly did he weep that the ruler of the state, who happened to be passing by, heard him. ‘Who’s crying so bitterly? Let me go and see.’ Following the sound he reached the boy. “Why are you crying, lad?” “My mother beat me.” The King hated to see anyone cry and asked the boy’s mother to send him to palace. “He can stay with me and be a companion to my daughters.” “I hope he is more obedient to me than he is to me.” King asked him to take whatever he needed, for he was taking the boy to his palace. Then the boy remembered his sword.
“Oh! I must fetch something from the woods.” “Yes, but be quick about it!”
On the way King asked, “Why were you crying so bitterly?” “My mother beat me so much” replied the boy. “Why did she do so?” “That’s because I wouldn’t tell her about my dream” “Why didn’t you tell her? After all she’s your mother” “I shan’t tell any one till it comes true.” “You mean you won’t tell me either?” “No, Your Majesty. Not even to you.”
Sore and aching he ran out to his secret place in the woods and knelt weeping before his sword. So loudly did he weep that the ruler of the state, who happened to be passing by, heard him. ‘Who’s crying so bitterly? Let me go and see.’ Following the sound he reached the boy. “Why are you crying, lad?” “My mother beat me.” The King hated to see anyone cry and asked the boy’s mother to send him to palace. “He can stay with me and be a companion to my daughters.” “I hope he is more obedient to me than he is to me.” King asked him to take whatever he needed, for he was taking the boy to his palace. Then the boy remembered his sword.
“Oh! I must fetch something from the woods.” “Yes, but be quick about it!”
On the way King asked, “Why were you crying so bitterly?” “My mother beat me so much” replied the boy. “Why did she do so?” “That’s because I wouldn’t tell her about my dream” “Why didn’t you tell her? After all she’s your mother” “I shan’t tell any one till it comes true.” “You mean you won’t tell me either?” “No, Your Majesty. Not even to you.”
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