An Old Man, bent double with age and toil, was gathering sticks in a forest. At last he grew so tired and hopeless that he threw down the bundle of sticks, and cried out: “I cannot bear this life any longer. Death come and take me!”

As he spoke, Death appeared and said to him: “What do you want Old Man? I heard you call me.”

“Please, sir,” replied the Old Man, “would you kindly help me lift this load of sticks on to my shoulder?”


“We would often be sorry if our wishes were granted.”