On mother day i recollected a AesopFables which I am circulating now [image: Inline image 1]
*A little Boy, who went to school, stole one of his schoolfellow’s books and took it home. His Mother, so far from correcting him, took the book and sold it, and gave him an apple for his pains. In the course of time the Boy became a robber, and at last was tried for his life and condemned. He was led to the gallow’s, a great crowd of people following, and among them his Mother, bitterly weeping. He prayed the officers to grant him the favour of a few parting words with her, and his request was freely granted. He approached his Mother, put his arm round her neck, and making as though he would whisper something in her car, bit it off. Her cry of pain drew everybody’s eyes upon them, and great was the indignation that at such a time he should add another violence to his list of crimes. “Nay, good people,” said he, “do not be deceived. My first theft was of a book, which I gave to my Mother. Had she whipped me for it, instead of praising me, I should not have come to the gallows now that I am a man .* * * <http://sig.graphicsfactory.com/>* நல்லதுசெய் நல்லதே நடக்கும் *जन सेवा ईश्वर सेवा * *cnu.pne* -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
