Traditional story: Care your words
This is a traditional story that was narrated to me when I was young.
In the border of the forest, lived a family. Winter was about to come and they had to cut wood to keep the house warm while surounded by the mortal cold of winter. They went to the forest for wood. But the woman lost her way back home. As the winter days are short, night came quickly. She asked help from the forest animals but none wanted to help her except the lion. He carried her to home with the wood she cut.
Questioned by her husband, the woman answered: "I lost my way to home. It was dark and none wanted to help me except the lion whose mouth smells bad."
The lion heard her words. He was deeply hurt, but decided not to say a word. He waited beside the house until the woman went out for some work.
"Oh! Lion!? Didn't you go?" said the woman.
"Take this pick and plant it in my head" replied the lion
"How!? I have to thank you and you ask me to do this instead"
"If you want to thank me, this is the only way to say thanks" Answerd the lion
The woman did as asked her the lion and didn't see him after that day around the house.
Time passed and winter came again. As usual, the family had to go to the forest for wood. There, the lion appeared.
"How are you lion?" Asked the woman
He replied: "The wound that your pick did, healed. But my heart is still injured because of the words you said"
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