a badtime story the miser

The Miser

A very stingy gold buried secretly in a place he kept hidden in his garden. Every day he went to the place where he buried the gold, dig and count them back one by one to make sure that no gold is lost. He likes
doing it so that a thief who watch, can guess what is hidden by the Miser and the night, with the thieves secretly dig the treasure and take it away.

When the Miser realized the loss of his property, he became very sad and hopeless. She was moaning tugging on her hair.

A nomadic people passing by in the place heard her crying and asked what happened.

"My golden! Oh .. my gold!" Miser said, "someone has robbed me!"

"Your gold! Inside the hole and why you put it there? Why do not you store the gold in the house where you can easily retrieve it when you want to buy something?"

"Buying something?" Miser shouted angrily. "I'm not going to buy anything with gold. I never even thought to buy something with gold." he shouted again angrily.

Nomad was then picked up a large rock and threw it into the hole that has been empty treasure it.

"Then," he said, "and bury the stone lid, it is equal to the wealth that has been lost!"

Moral message: treasure we have equal value to the usefulness of such property.