An old man was sitting in the courtyard of his house along with his son who had received high education. Suddenly a crow perched on a wall of the house.
The father asked the son: What is this? The son replied: It is a crow.
After a little while the father again asked the son: What is this? The son said: It is a crow.
After a few minutes the father asked his son the third time: What is this? The son said: Father, I have just now told you that this is a crow.
After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time: What is this? By this time some statement of irriation was felt in the son's tone when he rebuffed his father: Father! It is a crow, a crow.
A little after the father again asked his son: What is this? This time the son replied to his father with a vein of temper. Father: You are always repeating the same question; although I have told you so many times that it is a crow. Are you not able to understand this?
The father went to his room and came back with an old diary. Opening a page he asked his son to read what was written. What the son read were the following words written in the diary:
Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me 25 times what it was and I told him 25 times that it was a crow and I did not at all feel irritated.
I rather felt affection for my innocent child.
The End
The father asked the son: What is this? The son replied: It is a crow.
After a little while the father again asked the son: What is this? The son said: It is a crow.
After a few minutes the father asked his son the third time: What is this? The son said: Father, I have just now told you that this is a crow.
After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time: What is this? By this time some statement of irriation was felt in the son's tone when he rebuffed his father: Father! It is a crow, a crow.
A little after the father again asked his son: What is this? This time the son replied to his father with a vein of temper. Father: You are always repeating the same question; although I have told you so many times that it is a crow. Are you not able to understand this?
The father went to his room and came back with an old diary. Opening a page he asked his son to read what was written. What the son read were the following words written in the diary:
Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me 25 times what it was and I told him 25 times that it was a crow and I did not at all feel irritated.
I rather felt affection for my innocent child.
The End
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