The Crow And Old Woman
There was a town named Singanallur. It had a major banyan tree which was the dwelling place for a herd of crows. One day obviously, at a young hour in the morning each crow left the tree looking for nourishment aside from one...the Blacky. Blacky was dozing till the sunrays touched him.
Crow: Ahh... Ahh... Sunrays! What's the time now? Gracious my God its 8 o' clock. Everybody has gone and now I need to go alone.
Blacky flew over the avenues of the town. Looking for sustenance, Blacky sat on a branch as he was burnt out on flying around.
Blacky: Hmmm... I am ravenous. What makes me hungry?
Blacky glanced around to discover where the odor originated from? An old woman was broiling vadas which spread the fragrance. The extent of vada makes his mouth to water. Quickly he craved eating the Vada . So Blacky went down and sat close to the lady.
Blacky: Hmmm... A crow is kept in a rest.
Blacky gradually went close to the vada plate.
Lady: Hey... You are here to take the Vada. Let me additionally tie you.
Blacky: Bad terrible woman, Very risky woman!...it is conceivable to get a Vada just on the off chance that she is not here. What to do?
A thought flashed in Blacky's brain. Instantly he went to the patio.
Blacky: Grandma... Ohh dear Grandma.
Lady: Ohhh... My Grandchildren!...I am coming.
The minute the old woman went to the terrace. Blacky grabbed a Vada and flew back to his home. Blacky was cheerful and was going to eat his supper. In the meantime a Fox called Cunny was strolling towards the road . The minute Cunny saw the Vada, it needed to take it from the Crow.
Cunny: Ho..ho..ho... What good fortune? I will get the vada from the Blacky. Prior to that I ought to arrange. It trap the Blacky
Cunny: Hello Blacky. Trust that is your name? What individuals say is valid? Dark is excellence. Goodness! you have great excellent eyes. Yes, Feather's I don't discover words to depict your excellence.
Cunny again proceeded. Blacky who heard this, felt glad and was pleased when he heard these words.
Cunny: Such an excellent fowl unquestionably ought to have a delightful voice. Will you sing a melody for me Blacky?
Blacky was completely complimented.
Blacky: caw caaaaaaaw. Ohh I am a numb-skull.
That is it .... the vada felt down and it was in the hands of Cunny.
Cunny: Oh Let me clean the sand from the vada before eating it.
Cunny took the vada and vanished into the backwoods. The tricked Blacky was baffled.
Blacky: I ought not have trusted the expressions of that fox. Presently I ought to watch out the best approach to get another vada from that old woman.