Sheikh Chilli tried many jobs but he was turned out from them within a
few days. He returned to his mother afterwards. His mother again pestered him
to start earning.
In his frustration, Sheikh swore that he would get a job by that evening.
On that day Sheikh met two school friends. He asked them if they knew
of someone who could give a job to him.
They told him about a job in a house, but they said that the master
treated his servants very badly.
The master would promise a good salary but he would trouble his
servants so much that they left the job and when the servant's salary and would
also snip off a bit of his ear.
He asked his friends for the direction to that house and went on his
way.
Sheikh had told his mother that he would get a job by the evening, so
he now decided that he would take up this job, no matter what.
He met the master and agreed to work there.
The master commanded, "You will do all the work you are told. You
will get twenty rupees."
"Yes, master," said Sheikh meekly.
The master continued, "Your food and your stay n the house will be
free but if you leave I will take one month's salary and cut a bit of your ear
to remind you that you were not a good servant."
"What if you turn me out?" asked Sheikh.
"I never turn out servants," answered the master.
"But if you turn me out, then I will take a year's salary and snip
off a bit of your ear," said the Sheikh.
Nobody had spoken to the master in this way. He was shocked but then he
agreed Sheikh's terms thinking that it could never happen.
He sent Sheikh inside the house to his wife to find out what work he
had to do.
The master's wife told him a long list of things that he had to do.
He had to clean the house, wash the utensils and clothes, go to the
market and look after their small three years old son.
Sheikh did all this work but very slowly. As a result, he did not
finish any worl. He was always dreaming and enjoying himself.
Sheikh knew that the master could not turn him out or he would have to
pay one year's salary, so he continued to work at his own sweet pace.
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