Pot

There was once a woman who was very, very cheerful, though she had little to make her so; for she was old, and poor, and lonely. 

She lived in a little bit of a cottage and earned a scant living by running errands for her neighbours, getting a bite here, a sup there, as reward for her services. 

So she made shift to get on, and always looked as spry and cheery as if she had not a want in the world.

She found a  pot under a tree.she opened it. It's full of gold. She felt rich and planning to what to do. She felt so much happy. She took it home. 

While the walk she looked on the pot. All the gold coins are turn into silver coin. So felt sad and convince herself silver is better than gold.

 Again she continue her walk. Then again she look on it. All the coins are tur in to browns. Again she felt sad and convince herself. She thought not look on it again. 

Then she reach home and keep the pot safely. Next day morning she wake up and came garden to see the pot.

 Then she show all brown coins change in to black big stone.Again she convince herself stone is useful to her. 

Next day came see the stone. It became very big and blast. Stone pieces from it broken old lady's hame. Hah ha....