‘I will love the youngest and most beautiful one more than my other wives,’ he dreamt, ‘They will be jealous of one another and will try to please me. They will want me to love each of them more, so each one will try to do something special to look after me! I shall be like a king, emperor! Wow!’ As he continued to dream, he thought, ‘And I will expect them to look after me with lots of respect and courtesy! If they do not do that properly or if they neglect me in any way, I will beat them with a stick!’ When he fell asleep, there had been a stick lying close by. His hand fell on the stick and he picked it up to beat his imaginary wives. The stick hit the pot and broke it, spilling the barley. The Brahmin’s dreams also broke!
Broken Dreams
