Once upon a time there lived a stonecutter, who went every day to a great rock in the side of a big mountain and cut out slabs for houses. He understood very well the kinds of stones wanted for the different purposes, and as he was a careful workman he had plenty of customers. For a long time he was quite happy and contented, and asked for nothing better than what he had.
One day during the summer months the sun blazed fiercely. One morning the heat was so great that the stonecutter could scarcely breathe, and he determined he would rest until the evening. As he rested along side the road a little carriage passed by, drawn by servants dressed in blue and silver. In the carriage sat a prince, and over his head a golden umbrella was held, to protect him from the sun’s rays.
“Oh, if I were only a prince!” said the stonecutter to himself, as the carriage vanished around the corner. “Oh, if I were only a prince, and could go in such a carriage and have a golden umbrella held over me, how happy I should be!” And then a voice form above said “A prince you shall be”!
And a prince he was. Before his carriage rode one company of men and another behind it; servants dressed in scarlet and gold bore him along, the coveted umbrella was held over his head, everything his heart could desire was his. But yet it was not enough. He looked around and he saw that the rays of the sun scorched the grass, plants wilted and the soldiers became thirsty and he became hotter and hotter, in spite of the umbrella held over his head. “The sun is mightier than I; oh, if I were only the sun!” And the voice answered “The sun you shall be.”
And the sun he was, and felt himself proud in his power. He shot his beams above and below, on earth and in heaven; he burnt up the grass in the fields and scorched the faces of princes as well as of poorer folk. But in a short time he began to grow tired of his might, for there seemed nothing left for him to do. Discontent once more filled his soul, and when a cloud covered his face, and hid the earth from him, he cried in his anger: “Does the cloud hold captive my rays, -it is mightier than I! Oh, that I were a cloud!”
And the voice answered: “Your wish is heard; a cloud you shall be!”
And a cloud he was, and lay between the sun and the earth. He caught the sun’s beams and held them, and to his joy the earth grew green again and flowers blossomed. But that was not enough for him, and for days and week he poured forth rain till the rivers overflowed their banks, and the crops of rice stood in water. Towns and villages were destroyed by the power of the rain, only the great rock on the mountainside remained unmoved. The cloud was amazed at the sight, and cried in wonder: “Is the rock mightier than I? Oh, if I were only the rock!”
And the voice answered; “Your wish is heard; the rock you shall be!”
And the rock he was, and gloried in his power. Proudly he stood, and neither the heat of the sun nor the force of the rain could move him. “This is better than all!” he said to himself. But one day he heard a strange noise at his feet, and when he looked down to see what it could be, he saw a stonecutter driving tools and wedges into his surface. Even while he looked a trembling feeling ran all through him, and a great block broke off and fell upon the ground. Then he cried in his wrath: “Is a mere child of earth mightier than a rock? Oh, if I were only a stone cutter!”
And the voice answered: “Your wish is heard. A stone cutter once more you shall be!”
