One was a crow, and one was a raven, both of them were kept to sow the field,
When it was time to plow the field, Kabar Ben said, "Come on, Kagadabhai, let's plow the field."
The crow says, "I'm going to make a scythe and I'll come tomorrow morning."
Kabar did the plowing alone, and when the monsoon started, Kabar said to the crow, "Come on, crow, let's sow millet."
The crow says, "I'm going to make a scythe and I'll come tomorrow morning."
Sister Kabar single-handedly sowed millet in the entire field,
The winter season had begun, so the millet was ripe. Once again, Kabar called the crow to harvest the millet. Once again, the crow made an excuse and said, "I am going to make a scythe and will come tomorrow morning."
Kabar harvested the millet individually and after removing the millet grains, he made a pile of millet and crushed it in another pile and sprinkled some millet on top.
Then the crow called the crow and said, "Brother crow, let's divide it." The crow said, "Yes, let's divide it."
The crow said, "Which of these two piles do you want?" The crow said, "The big pile," and as soon as he sat on the big pile, he crawled into the pile.
Kabar filled the cart with the millet of her hard work and went home.
Moral: Always work hard to achieve anything. The fruits of hard work are always sweet.