靜謐森林邊緣站立的山羊

Ek jungle ke kinare ek bakri rehti thi. Woh bahut seedhi aur mehnati thi. Uska dost ek bandar tha, jo thoda shararti aur chalak tha. Ek din dono ko bhook lagi. Unhe ek ped par pakke hue phal dikhai diye. Ped bahut uncha tha. Bandar bola, “Main ped par chadh sakta hoon, main phal tod deta hoon. Tum neeche raho.” Bakri maan gayi. Bandar ped par chadh gaya aur saare achhe phal khud hi kha gaya. Neeche sirf kuch kharab aur aadhe khaye hue phal gira diye. Bakri ne dekha aur udaas ho gayi, par kuch nahi boli. Agle din dono ko phir khana chahiye tha. Is baar bakri ne ek khet dekha jahan hara-bhara ghaas tha, par gate band tha. Bakri boli, “Main chhoti hoon, main gate ke neeche se andar ja sakti hoon aur tumhare liye ghaas laaungi.” Bandar maan gaya. Bakri andar gayi aur aaram se ghaas khane lagi. Usne bandar ke liye kuch bhi bahar nahi nikala. Bandar bhookha reh gaya. Jab bandar ne pucha, bakri boli: “Kal tumne bhi mere saath yahi kiya tha.” Bandar ko apni galti ka ehsaas hua.