THE GOLDEN GOOSE
Once a man owned a wonderful goose. Every morning when he said, “Lay,” it laid a golden egg. By and by the man grew so greedy that he wanted all the golden eggs at once. So he cut open the goose. There wasn’t one egg in it. And, of course, the goose couldn’t lay any more eggs now. The foolish man had killed the goose that laid the golden eggs.
—Æsop
THE MOON AND HER MOTHER
(This story may be accompanied by blackboard sketches of the phases of the moon.)
One day the moon asked her mother for a cloak that would fit her well.
“How can I make a cloak that will fit you?” answered the mother. “You are always changing your size. One day you are a new moon. Another day you are a full moon. And another day you are neither.”
So the little moon has to go without a cloak.
—Old fable