HELLO MY FELLOW STEEMIANS,

this story was modified by me i hope you like it and i did that because when i was young a teacher told us this story and liked it so much and i kept remembring it till now, so you'll find the original story's link down below.

In a really little house, there once carried on a perfect old dowager who wore the cleanest tops and the finest handkerchief you at any point found in your life. She was extremely attached to washing and scouring and preparing and sewing! Everyone who knew her used to state that she was the most dedicated woman they had ever observed and a case to the entire town. 

This great lady had two young ladies living with her whom she was continually attempting to make as perfect and slick as herself. She showed them how to ply bread, cook rice and dinners. She likewise showed them to turn fine string on their turning wheels. Each morning, the minute the enormous darker cockerel in the yard gave his first crow, she would escape the bed, go to the room where the young ladies rested and shake them until the point when they woke.

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"Get up! Get up!" she would state. "Don't you hear the cockerel crowing outside? The Sun will sparkle over the slope in a minute. No one in this house must remain in bed when once the cockerel has crowed!"

The young ladies were dependably horribly sluggish and did not have any desire to get up at all. Be that as it may, the clamoring old lady would remain over them, till they got up, yawning and flickering their eyes. At that point she would begin her family unit tasks, instructing them to wash and dress and to take after her into the kitchen as fast as possible.

Presently something the young ladies needed to do was to sustain the poultry - the enormous dark colored cockerel among the others. He was fairly an avaricious fowl and dependably ate a considerable measure of the pieces and corn that were tossed on the ground. The old woman would remain at the kitchen way to watch the encouraging and the more the cockerel ate, the better she was satisfied.

"Is he not a fine feathered creature?" she would state to the young ladies. "Make sure and give him the best bits of nourishment. On the off chance that he doesn't crow we would dependably be sleeping in, for there would be no one to wake us early in the day!"

At that point the young ladies would take a gander at each other under their eyelashes and mope. For they both despised the dark colored winged creature which attempted to wake everyone at dawn when it would be such a great amount of more pleasant to mull over until the point that eight or nine o clock.

Finally, one day, when the cockerel appeared to have crowed much sooner than regular, they chose they could stand it not any more. They held up until the point when their mom had gone to advertise… at that point they got the poor dark colored cockerel and wrung his neck! After that they covered him as fast as they could in the field on the opposite side of the fence. At that point, fairly panicked at what they had done, they set to work to cook for the lunch.

The woman got back home and found that her dear feathered creature was absent. She hunt down the cockerel all over while the young ladies likewise imagined as much with the goal that their mom won't not speculate them.

The woman missed the cockerel in particular. Yet, when they went to bed, in any case, they the young ladies revealed to each other how happy they were that they had slaughtered the awful feathered creature finally.

"Presently" they said to each other, "we might have a little peace. How exquisite it will be to rest as long as we need to with no crowing to wake our mom early in the day!"

They snuggled down into their cushions and nodded off. Be that as it may, amidst the night or so it appeared to them, the old woman went to their bedside in her nightcap, conveying a lit flame!

'Get up! Get up!" she said to them all in a clamor. We have no cockerel to wake us now and it will never do to sleep in! The sunrise has not broken yet… I know! Bui it will break by and by and without the crowing in the yard, we might not realize that day has come. Get up! Get up! Tail me into the kitchen as fast as would be prudent!"

How miserable and baffled those little ladies were! In any case, they were obliged to do as their mom let them know. So they got up and slowed down cleaning and washing and turning by flame light, sleepier than they had ever been in their lives.

What's more, as the old woman has been excessively partial to that cockerel, making it impossible to wish to purchase another to have his spot, she continued waking the young ladies amidst the night. She was demanding getting them up to fill in as no single moment of the coming sunlight ought to be squandered.

Goodness, how those two flickering, yawning young ladies longed that they had never executed the enormous dark colored cockerel

moral of the story:As you sow, so you procure.

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