A country maid was walking slowly along with a pail of milk upon her
head, and thinking thus:
"The money for which I shall sell this milk will buy me three hundred
eggs. These eggs, allowing for what may prove addled, will produce
at least two hundred and fifty chickens. The chickens will be fit to
carry to market about Christmas, when poultry always brings a good
price, so that by May-day I shall have money enough to buy a new gown.
Let me see--green suits me; yes, it shall be green. In this dress I
will go to the fair, where all the young fellows will want me for a
partner, but I shall refuse every one of them." By this time she was
so full of her fancy that she tossed her head proudly, when over
went the pail, which she had entirely forgotten, and all the milk was
spilled on the ground.
Moral. Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.
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