106. The Fish and the Flowers



A fishmonger ran into her cousin, a flower-seller, in the marketplace.
"You've sold all your fish, and I've sold all my flowers," said the flower-seller. "Come have dinner with me! You can stay the night."
The fishmonger gladly accepted.
She left her fishbasket at the door of her cousin's house.
They ate dinner, and then they went to bed.
During the night, the fishmonger tossed and turned. The smell of flowers was suffocating!
She finally went and got her fishbasket, putting it in the bed beside her. Smelling the familiar smell of fish, she was able to sleep at last.

Inspired byTales and Parables of Sri Ramakrishna
Notes: This is story 17 in the book. You can find out more about Ramakrishna at Wikipedia.


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