There was a poor but honest woodcuter. One day as he was cutting a branch of a tree, his axe slipped from his hand and fell into the river underneath. The woodcutter did not have money to buy another axe, so he started crying. The river god took pity on the woodcutter and appeared with a gold axe.
"Is this your axe?"
"No", said the woodcutter.
The river god came back with a silver axe.
"Is this your axe?"
"No", said the woodcutter.
The river god now came back with the woodcutter's axe
"Yes. this is my axe", said the woodcutter.
The river god was impressed with the woodcutter's honesty and gave him the gold and silver axe too.
Vibhu - "Venky, what is the moral of this story?"
Venky - "That we should be careful when we cut trees"
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