Mr. Parrot went to make money! – A Gujarati folktale

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Folktales told by grandparent are priceless memories deeply ingrained in our minds that whenever we remember it, they immediately overwhelm us with joy and happiness. This Gujarati folktale is one of those you must entertain your kids with. This story promises to enrich the one who listens to it and also the one who tells it. Feel the nostalgia and help my little readers to read this story aloud!

If you prefer to read this kid’s story of Mr. Parrot in Gujarati, Read here.

There was a small village somewhere in Gujarat. In outskirts of that village, there were many trees. On those trees, lived a number of birds in their beautiful nests with their families. They used to chirp and have fun the whole day, making the area quite cheerful.

Among them, there was a parrot family. The parrots had made a nest in the hollow of a big tamarind tree trunk. The young parrot in the family was very talkative. He used to spend the day talking about here and there. One day, his mother said to him that he should not waste his time like that and must go somewhere and earn as all the other birds of his age were already gone to bring in something for their families. Parrot thought that his mother was right and he must go for earning. So, he decided to leave the tree and fly away to try his luck.

short story mr parrot went to make money img1 - swati's Journal short storyAfter flying a long way, he felt tired and hungry too. Looking around, he found a big, nice lake out there. There were many lush green trees on its shore and the most attractive was a big Mango tree. The tree was full with loads of raw and ripe mangoes. The parrot got into a frenzy when he saw the mangoes hanging on the branches. Jumping from one branch to another, the Parrot fed himself so fully that he started feeling sleepy. He slept for a while and by the evening, he had decided about making this place his new home.

Time was flying and the Parrot was happy staying here on the mango tree by the lake. He ate sweet mangoes, drank fresh water from the lake and swinging on the branches, he used to sing the whole day.

Many days passed. One day, a herder passed by the lake with his herd of cows. The Parrot, out of habit started talking to him. While talking, he came to know that the herder was heading towards Parrot’s village. The Parrot requested to the herder, “Brother Cowherd, can you convey this message to my mother that,

Neither I’m Hungry, nor am I Thirsty

Swinging and Swaying on the tree

I Eat, Drink and Live free!

By the lake full of Cool, Fresh Water

With plenty of mangoes Raw n Ripe

I’m enjoying a Happy Life!

The herder refused to go to Parrot’s house as he could not leave his cows alone. On hearing this, the Parrot felt sad. Looking at his gloomy face, the herder said, “Sorry, I can’t help, but you can keep one of my cows if it’d please you.’ The Parrot was happy to hear this n he chose a cow as white as snow to keep with him. He tied the cow to the tree trunk.

After a couple of days, another herdsman walk passed by the mango tree with his herd of buffaloes. He was also taking his herd in the direction of the Parrot’s village. So, the Parrot asked him, “Brother Buffalo herder, can you convey this message to my mother that,

Neither I’m Hungry, nor am I Thirsty

Swinging and Swaying on the tree

I Eat, Drink and Live free!

By the lake full of Cool, Fresh Water

With plenty of mangoes Raw n Ripe

I’m enjoying a Happy Life!

But he also refused to go to the Parrot’s house as there was no other person to look after his buffaloes. So, again the Parrot was depressed and to please him, the buffalo herder gave him a beautiful, robust buffalo. The happy Parrot tied the buffalo to the tree trunk.

A couple of more days passed and many shepherds and herders passed by the lake. Each time the Parrot requested them to convey his message that,

Neither I’m Hungry, nor am I Thirsty

Swinging and Swaying on the tree

I Eat, Drink and Live free!

By the lake full of Cool, Fresh Water

With plenty of mangoes Raw n Ripe

I’m enjoying a Happy Life!

But every time the herders being unable to visit Parrot’s mother, refused it. Then, to appease the sad Parrot, they gave him something in return before leaving. In a short while, there gathered a cow, a buffalo, a horse, a camel, some goats and sheep along with a royal elephant under the mango tree. Taking all the animals to the nearby city, the Parrot sold them and earned a wholesome amount in return.

short story mr parrot went to make money img2 - swati's Journal short story From the money he earned, the Parrot bought some gold, silver and precious gems and went to the Goldsmith in the city. He made beautiful jewelry using that silver, gold and gems. The Parrot wore the ornament on his beak, around his neck and legs. And carrying the surplus money into his beak and wings, he started flying towards home.

In excitement of meeting his mother after so long, the Parrot flew constantly for a very long time and as his wings were loaded with money, he had been very tired. It also had been dark before he could reach home. So, he decided to stop at the Banyan tree quite near to his village where his Grandma lived. The Parrot knocked on Granny’s door. But, Granny didn’t open it as she thought that no one from the family could come to visit her in such an odd hour.

The Parrot waited for long yet no one opened the door so, he slept by the door. In the morning, when Grandma opened the main door, she saw his dear grandson sleeping there. She awoke the Parrot and they together went to Parrot’s house. The Parrot’s mother and all the other relatives living on that tamarind tree were happy to see him after so many days. All of them cheered for the Parrot as he returned home with the wealth he earned. Parrot’s family was really proud of him. They ate, danced and lived happily ever after!

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