Let the summer come, I will ...
It was raining. Drenched and shivering the Monkey muttered, “Enough is enough, let the Summer come, I will build myself a house on this tree".
It rained everyday, and each passing day made the Monkey's resolve only stronger. Months passed... One such rainy night, weak and quivering, the Monkey fell asleep cuddling a tree branch...
Sun rays, albeit filtered by tree branches, fell on the Monkey's face. He woke up with a startle. Birds were chirping around. It was sunny and pleasant morning. Monsoon was over. The Monkey jumped across trees, played with his tail, troubled the birds... he thought, "Life is Fun!". Days passed, weeks passed and so did months! Life was indeed fun!!
One day, it rained heavily. Drenched and shivering the Monkey muttered, "Enough is enough, let the Summer come. I will... "
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Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.
It rained everyday, and each passing day made the Monkey's resolve only stronger. Months passed... One such rainy night, weak and quivering, the Monkey fell asleep cuddling a tree branch...
Sun rays, albeit filtered by tree branches, fell on the Monkey's face. He woke up with a startle. Birds were chirping around. It was sunny and pleasant morning. Monsoon was over. The Monkey jumped across trees, played with his tail, troubled the birds... he thought, "Life is Fun!". Days passed, weeks passed and so did months! Life was indeed fun!!
One day, it rained heavily. Drenched and shivering the Monkey muttered, "Enough is enough, let the Summer come. I will... "
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Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.
- Sir Francis Bacon
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