There was once a hat-seller who passed by a forest decided to take
a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by
the side. A few hours later, he woke up by some sounds. The next
thing he realised was that all his hats were gone. He heard some
monkeys on the tree and so he looked up. To his surprise, the tree
was full of monkeys and they had taken all his hats. An idea came to him and he threw is hat on to the floor.
So he finally managed to get all his hats back.
Fifty years later, his grandson, Jack, also became a hat-seller and
had heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just
like his grandfather, he passed by the same forest, it was very hot,
and
he took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.
He woke up and realised that all his hats were gone. He looked up
and
realised that the monkeys had taken all the hats. He remembered his
grandfather’s words, started scratching his head and the monkeys
followed. He took down his hat and fanned himself and again the
monkeys followed. Now, very convinced of his grandfather’s idea,
JACK threw
his hat on the floor hoping the monkeys would do the same. but they remained with their hats on
Then one monkey climbed down the tree, grabbed the
hat on the floor, gave him a slap and said
You think only you have a grandfather?
I can’t wait all my life…On a street of broken dreams
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. ~William Dement