Once there lived a happy cobbler who passed his days in working and singing. A rich neighbour of his was a banker who one day said to him, "How much a year do you earn?" The cobbler did not know what to say in reply to such a question. He lived from hand to mouth. Everyday he would sit under the banyan tree of the village market and could earn very little repairing and polishing people's shoes. In the evening, he would return home buying necessaries he could manage to buy with his small income. And he was contented and thus happy with that life. He never counted or even thought of counting his yearly income. "I never thought that way", he replied to his rich neighbour. "I just can manage two meals a day for my family and I do not have any savings." The banker felt pity for the cobbler. He brought one thousand rupees for the cobbler the next day." Take this rupees and have a nice and happy life," he said to the cobbler. The cobbler became very glad getting the money. He returned his home with a joyful mind. He told everything to his wife. She felt a deep respect in her heart for the kind neighbour. There came the night then. And what happened afterwards was quite pathetic. The cobbler and his wife soon discovered that their thatched house was not safe for keeping the huge amount o! money. They also could not find any safe place or trustworthy person to keep the money. They were much worried thinking that their money could be stolen or snatched. That night they could not sleep. Thus their peace of mind disappeared. They realized that money can not bring happiness.