Once upon a time, a caring mother bought a strong comb to keep her little son’s hair in order. The boy was so delighted to see his gift that he always carried it with him. The comb did not pull his hair but glided through smoothly. A mishap happened one day. The comb was lost! The boy was playing and romping. All his hair got tangled. At last, the mother found the comb. But when his mother tried to draw it through his hair, it did not move. It pulled his hair and brought tears of pain in his eyes. “How bad you are, you awful old comb!” cried the boy. But the comb replied, “My dear boy, I am the same comb; only your hair is badly tangled now.” But the boy was really angry with the comb. He threw it out of the window and parted with it forever.
The Comb
