The Milkmaid and her Pail
The farmer’s daughter was once walking down the road to the market with a pail of milk on her head. She swayed this way and that. The milk danced about the inside of the pail. But not a drop dipped over.
“Oh, I must be careful not to drop the milk!” the maid said to herself, “I can sell it at the market place for a lot of money!"
Her imagination now started to carry her away: “And what shall I do with the money? I shall buy eggs! ”
“And what shall I do with the eggs?
“I shall hatch them into fat chickens. And what shall I do with the chickens?
“I will sell them in the market. And then what shall I do with the money?” she asked herself all over again.
“I will buy a gorgeous gown, of course,” laughing out loud and thoroughly enjoying her daydream. “I will then go to the ball with this dress and all the handsome, young men will say, ‘Will you marry me, pretty maid?’ And I will toss my head and say, ‘No Sir!’ ”
Uttering these words, the farmer’s daughter tossed her head about in the air. Down went the pail of milk crashing to the ground, and with it the imaginary eggs, the chickens, her dream gown and groups of adoring young men.
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.
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