Once upon a time, there lived a stonecutter, in a small village. All-day long he worked hard, cutting the hard stones and making the shape which was needed by his customers. His hands were hard and his clothes were dirty.
One day he went out to work on a big stone. It was very hard to work, and the sun was very hot. After spending several hours cutting the stone, he sat down in the shade and soon fell asleep.
After some time, he heard the sound of somebody coming. Walking up he saw a long procession of people. There were many soldiers and attendants and in the middle, in a palanquin, carried by strong people at the king.
How wonderful it must be to be the great king, thought the stonecutter. How happy I would be if I were the king instead of a poor stonecutter.
As he said these words, a strange thing happened. The stonecutter found himself dressed in silk clothes and shining jewels. His hands were soft, and he was sitting in a comfortable palanquin.
He looked through the curtains and thought, how easy it is to be a king; these people are here to serve me.
The procession moved on and the sun grew hot. The stonecutter, now the king, became too warm for comfort. He asked the procession to stop so that he could rest for some time.
At once the chief of the soldiers bent before the king and said Your Majesty, only this morning you swore to have me hanged to death if we did not reach the palace before the sunset.
The stonecutter felt sorry for him and ordered the procession to go on its way again.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun grew hotter, and the king became more and more uncomfortable.
I am powerful; it is true, but how more powerful the sun is, he thought I would rather be the sun than a king.
At once, he became the sun, shining down on the earth.
His new power was hard to control.
He shone too strongly; he burned up the fields with his rays and turned the ocean into vapor and formed a great cloud that covered the land.
But no matter how hard he shone, he could not see through the clouds.
It is obvious that the clouds are even stronger and more powerful than the sun said the stonecutter, now the sun; I would rather be a cloud.
Suddenly he found himself turned into a huge dark cloud.
He started using his new power. He poured rain down on the fields and caused floods. All the trees and houses were swept away but a boulder which, once he had been cutting when he was a stonecutter, was unmoved and unchanged.
However much he poured down on the stone, it did not move.
Why that rock is more powerful than I am said the stone cutter now a cloud. Only a stone cutter could change the rock by his skill. How I wish I were a stonecutter.
No sooner he said the words that he found himself sitting on a stone with hard and rough hands.
He picked up his tools and set to work on a boulder, happily.
