Honest Beggar – Honest Outcome

Once upon a time there was a very honest beggar.

One day he came at the gates of a Big Bungalow. The servant came out and said, "Yes, Mr. beggar what do you want.

The beggar answered, "I am a smack addict spent all my money. I am getting this severe urge…Just a bit of charity in the name of God."

"I shall have to take this up with the lady of the house." Said the servant

The servant consulted with the lady of the house and she was a social worker, answered. "Don’t give him money he will surely take drugs like he says, give that good man a Roti (Indian Bread). Only one… And, if possible, from yesterday. He is anyway wasted lot"

Servant, who was secretly in love with his employer, in order to please her sought out a stale Roti, hard as a rock, and handed it to the beggar.

"Here you are, beggar," he said, no longer calling him Mister.
"God bless you with healthy kids," the beggar answered.

Servant closed the massive oaken door, and the beggar went off with the Roti folded in hand. He came to the vacant lot where he spent his days and nights taking drugs. He sat down in the shade of a tree, and began to eat it suddenly he bit into a hard object and felt one of his molars crumble to pieces. Great was his surprise when he picked up, together with the fragments of his molar, a fine ring of gold, pearls and diamonds.

"What luck," he said to himself. "I'll sell it and I'll have money for a long time."

But his honesty immediately prevailed: "No," he added. "If I go to a shop keeper to sell he will take me as robber and give me to police and then rehab or maybe jail, better I'll seek out its owner and return it."

Inside the ring were engraved the initials Big Bungalow’s lady. Great was his joy when he realized it was the very house at which he had been given the Rot containing the ring.

He knocked at the gates.
Servant came and asked him, "What do you want, Mr. Beggar?"
The beggar answered, "I've found this ring inside the loaf of bread you were good enough to give me a while ago."
Servant took the ring and said, "I shall have to take this up with the lady of the house."

He consulted with the lady of the house, and she, happy and fairly singing, exclaimed, "Lucky me! Here we are with the ring I had lost last week, while I was punching the Atta (dough) to make Roti! These are my initials, Big Bungalow’s lady which stand for my being.

After a moment of reflection, she added, "Servant, go and give that beggar another Roti as a prize."

Servant, who was still in love with his employer, in order to please her sought out an Old Roti again, hard as a rock, and handed it to the beggar.

"Here you are, Mr. Beggar."
"God bless you with healthy kids," the beggar answered.

Servant shut the massive gates, and the beggar went off with the Roti under his arm. He came to the vacant lot in which he spent his days and nights taking drugs. He sat down in the shade of a tree and began to eat the Roti. Suddenly he bit into a hard object and felt another of his molars crumble to pieces. Great was his surprise when he picked up, along with the fragments of this his second broken molar, another fine ring of gold, pearls and diamonds.

Once more he noticed the initials Big Bungalow’s lady. Once more he returned the ring and as a reward received a third Hard as a rock Old Roti, in which he found a third ring that he again returned and for which lie obtained, as a reward, a fourth Hard a rock Old Roti, in which ...

From that fortunate day until the unlucky day of his death, the beggar lived happily and without financial problems. He only had to return the ring he found inside the bread every day. Oh yes he lost all his teeth though.