short story 1012


A young vagabond looked at a palm-tree and saw a pot hung to it. Sweet palm-juice or toddy had been collected in it.
He climbed the tree, lured by the toddy. But just then, he saw the toddy-tapper coming that way. He started climbing down.
“What were you doing up on the tree?” demanded the toddy-tapper.
“I was trying to catch fish.”
“How can there be fish atop the tree?”
“Indeed, how an there be? No wonder I came down!” replied the vagabond.