Well... this is a Marathi folk story. Marathi is a widely spoken language in Maharashtra. now as you know in early India hair was a huge matter of pride. just like that in a small village in Maharashtra there were two young girls named Ekki and Dukki .Ekki and Dukki which in English literally means one and two. Just like their names, Ekki had a single strand of hair on her head while Dukki had two strands of hair on her head. Dukki was proud that she had more hair than her sister and though that she was the better loved one in the family. One day tired with all of Dukki's jeering Ekki ran away to the jungle with just some water and roti (Indian bread). On her way, she encountered a few plants who were dying of thirst. Taking pity on them she gave them all her water for which they thanked her profusely. As she continued on her path she found an old cow who was dying of hunger. Once again showing pity on the cow she gave her all the roti. Now tired and hungry Ekki came to stop at an old tattered hut with a frail lady sitting on the cot. The lady beckoned Ekki to come in and gave her some cool refreshing water and some fruits to eat. She then told Ekki to oil her hair and wash it after exactly 2 hours during sunset and then go to sleep with a towel wrapped around her head. Ekki did so and the next morning when she got up she had the shock of her life to see that she now had luscious think hair growing from her scalp. She profusely thanked the lady and decided to go back to the village. On her way back to the village she again met the cow who was now hale and hearty. The cow showing her gratitude decided to give Ekki some nectar which made her as beautiful as she was kind. As she went further on her path she met the plants who were now healthy. They too gave her fruits that contained gold in them. On reaching the village Ekki was given a hero’s welcome and this was greatly resented by Dukki who was jealous of her sister’s good fortune. She too decided to run away to the forest where she too met some plants who asked her for water but since they would not give her the hair she wanted she refused them water. On meeting the cow she once again did not bother to give her food. On seeing the old tattered hut, overconfident Dukki began running towards it and on entering, demanded the old lady to give her some food oil and a towel. With a faint smile on her lips, the old lady did as she was told and Dukki began the ceremony. Poor Dukki little did she know that the old lady was a witch and was very angry with the proud Dukki. Next morning Dukki threw off the towel expecting to see masses of hair that she could prune on but unfortunately she realized that her remaining hair had too fallen off. Dejected Dukki made her way back home only to be hit by a cow and receive rotten fruits from the plants. Dukki had learned her lesson, never to be too proud of oneself and give respect to others.
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Narrator: There was once a lion a fox and a donkey. They were really good friends and hunt buddies. One day they decided to go out in the forest to hunt because they were really hungry.
Lion: Once we catch this big pray, I ask from you my friend Donkey to split this pray in the right amount that each of us deserve.
Donkey: I will split it with much care in three equal parts!
Narrator: The donkey split the pray in three equal parts between them. Then he told the lion and the fox to choose their part of the pray.
Lion: How do you dare to treat me in an equal way with you two?! You don't deserve to get anything now!
(Donkey starts coughing)
Donkey: No! Please don't hurt me, I did what you have asked me to do for you ...
(The fox *_*)
Narrator: The Fox hasn't said anything and didn't get involved. Then the angry lion attacked the poor donkey and killed him viciously. (Chunni drops)
Lion: Dear (Fox look away, sarcastically),Fox, Fox please split the pray for us two, (rude action) and the donkey!
(Fox stands on his toes, and see at the dead donkey.) Lion: You want to go there? (slight accent)
Fox: Y-y-yes I will split it my dear friend (aside “Fiend”)!
(The fox placed the biggest amount of the meat in a big pile for the lion, and he kept only a small piece of the big pray that they have caught.) (Angle: Top Action: Fox, Normal)
Lion: Who taught this beautiful art of splitting, *my dear friend*(lion look at the donkey, and adopts a sarcastic accent)! (leaves the dead Donkey, Chunni replaces it)
Narrator: The fox hesitated to respond.
Lion: Hey, you're perfect for this kind of job.
Fox: I'm not perfect, I learned from the donkeys faith.
Narrator: Happy is the human who learns from others troubles.