Ch2,
❤️The Golden Feather❤️
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between emerald-green hills, lived a kind but poor farmer named Rohan. He worked tirelessly in his fields but could barely grow enough food to survive. Yet, Rohan never complained. He shared his meager meals with stray animals and helped his neighbors whenever he could.
One stormy evening, as Rohan returned home, he heard a faint chirping near the riverbank. A golden eagle, its wing injured, lay trembling in the mud. Without hesitation, Rohan carried the bird home, wrapped its wound, and fed it scraps of his last loaf of bread.
Weeks passed, and the eagle healed. Before flying away, it dropped a single shimmering feather at Rohan's feet. To his astonishment, the feather turned to solid gold when he touched it!
Rohan sold the golden feather and bought seeds, tools, and food for his village. But greed soon spread among the villagers. A wealthy merchant, Karan, demanded to know the secret. When Rohan explained the eagle's kindness, Karan scoffed, "Fool! I'll capture that bird and pluck all its feathers!"
That night, Karan set a trap near the river. When the golden eagle returned, he caught it in a net. But as he reached for its feathers, the eagle transformed into a radiant spirit—the guardian of the forest. "You value gold over kindness," it boomed. "Now, you shall learn the truth of wealth."
With a gust of wind, Karan's fine clothes turned to rags, and his bags of gold crumbled to dust. The eagle vanished, leaving Karan weeping in the mud.
Meanwhile, Rohan's fields flourished, and his village prospered—not from gold, but from the seeds of generosity he had planted long ago.
Moral: True wealth lies not in what we take, but in what we give.