An old man, especially a rich old man, thinks hundreds of
ways to revive his youth. He dyes his hair black. And if he is bald headed, he
tries many hair-growing agencies. He is deceived. Still he does not learn any
lesson. He purchases a number of wigs to suit the occasion. Nut his fondness
for growing young and buoyant never diminishes. He has enough and to spare. He
wants to spend his money either in building a bungalow of his dream or marrying
a young paragon of beauty of twenty one. He has no control or restraint on him.
If he is asked to refrain from such acts of hastiness, he frowns, he gets
annoyed.
Once there was a hungry fox. She went out in search of food. She wandered here and there. But she failed miserably to get food anywhere. At last she saw a crow sitting on the top of a tree. He had a piece of cheese in his beak. The fox wanted to get his piece of cheese in his beak. The fox wanted to get this piece of cheese at all.
