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The Stone Cutter's Lesson

The stone cutter works hard cutting stones every day under the hot sun. One day while resting, he sees a royal procession and wishes he was the king. Magically, he becomes the king but finds being powerful has its own difficulties under the hot sun. He then wishes to be the sun but discovers clouds are even more powerful. As a cloud, he floods the land but cannot move the boulder he was cutting. Realizing a stone cutter's skill is best, he returns happily to his work. The moral is to be content with one's abilities and make wise use of them.

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The Stone Cutter's Lesson

The stone cutter works hard cutting stones every day under the hot sun. One day while resting, he sees a royal procession and wishes he was the king. Magically, he becomes the king but finds being powerful has its own difficulties under the hot sun. He then wishes to be the sun but discovers clouds are even more powerful. As a cloud, he floods the land but cannot move the boulder he was cutting. Realizing a stone cutter's skill is best, he returns happily to his work. The moral is to be content with one's abilities and make wise use of them.

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MOHD ISKANDAR BIN MOHD TUMIN |SK TETAGAS NABAWAN

THE STONE CUTTER

Once upon a time, there lived a stone cutter in a small village. All day long,
he worked hard, cutting the hard stones and making the shapes which were
needed by his customers. His hands were hard and his clothes were dirty.

One day, he went out to work on a big stone. It was very hard to work on,
yet the sun was very hot. After spending several hours cutting the stone, he
sat down in the shade and soon fell asleep.

After some time, he heard a sound of somebody’s coming. Waking up, he


saw a long procession of people. There were many soldiers and attendants of
the procession. In the middle of it, there was a king in a palanquin, being
carried by strong people.

“How happy I would be, if I were the King instead of a poor stone cutter”.
As he mumbled these words, a strange thing happened. The stone cutter found
himself dressed in silk clothes and shining jewels. He was sitting in a
comfortable palanquin. He was very happy.

The procession moved on and the sun grew hot. The stone cutter, now the
King, became too warm for comfort. As the afternoon was on, the sun grew
hotter, and the King became more and more uncomfortable.

“I am powerful, it is true! But how more powerful the sun is,” he taught. “I
would rather be the Sun than a King.” At once, he became the sun, shining down
the earth. His new power was hard to control. He burned up the fields with his
rays and turned the ocean into vapour and formed great clouds which covered
the land. But no matter how hard he shone, he still could not see through the
clouds.

“It is obvious that the clouds are even stronger and more powerful than
sun. I would rather be a cloud.” Said the stone cutter, which is now the sun.
MOHD ISKANDAR BIN MOHD TUMIN |SK TETAGAS NABAWAN

Suddenly, he found himself turned into a huge dark cloud. He started


using his new power. He poured rain down on the fields and caused floods. All
the trees and houses were swept away but a boulder that he had been cutting
when he was a stone cutter was unmoved and unchanged.

However much he poured down on the stone, it still did not move.
“Why that rock is more powerful than I am?” said the stone cutter, now a cloud.
“Only a stone cutter could change the rock by his skill. How I wish I were a
stonecutter.”
Immediately after he had said the words, he found himself sitting on a stone
with hard and rough hands. Without hesitation, he picked up his tools and set to
work on a boulder again, smiling happily.

Ladies and gentlemen, the moral of the story is that, we must be


contented with whatever abilities we possess. We should not compare our
abilities with others, instead, we should be grateful of it and make full use of it
wisely.

That's all. Thank you.

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