Greedy Dog

Auther Name Hazratullah

Once in a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a dog named Bruno. Unlike other dogs in the village, Bruno was not content with the scraps left behind by villagers or the occasional bone tossed his way. He was endlessly hungry—not just for food, but for everything that glittered and seemed valuable.

Bruno belonged to an elderly farmer, Mr. Ahmed, who had taken him in as a puppy. The villagers often remarked on Bruno’s unusual appetite. “That dog will never be satisfied,” they would whisper, shaking their heads. Bruno’s days were spent wandering around the village, sniffing for anything that caught his fancy—a shiny coin, a loaf of bread, or even the glint of sunlight on a metal bucket.

One afternoon, while wandering near the river, Bruno spotted something unusual floating along the water. His sharp eyes caught a reflection that danced like fire on the waves. Curious, he leapt closer and realized it was a golden bracelet. Without thinking, he snatched it with his teeth and trotted back toward the village, imagining the admiration he would earn from other animals and perhaps, in a strange way, from humans too.

At first, Bruno felt proud of his treasure. He hid it under a bush near his kennel and slept beside it as though guarding a pile of jewels. But soon, a gnawing desire overtook him. Why stop at one? He could have more. The thought consumed him. Every time he saw the villagers, he imagined them holding treasures that could belong to him instead.

Bruno’s greed grew so strong that he started sneaking into houses. At first, it was harmless—a loaf of bread, a shiny spoon—but soon, he stole small trinkets, pieces of jewelry, and anything that caught his eye. He became bolder, venturing even into Mr. Ahmed’s own house, carrying off coins from a jar on the kitchen table. The villagers began to notice their possessions disappearing, and suspicion grew. “It’s that greedy dog,” they said, trying to catch him in the act.

One chilly morning, Bruno found the largest treasure yet: a golden necklace left carelessly on the riverbank. It sparkled with all the warmth of the sun, and Bruno could not resist. As he held it in his jaws, he dreamed of hoarding it, of a collection so vast that no other dog—or human—could ever match it. But the river had swollen overnight, and as Bruno turned to leave, the ground beneath him gave way.

He fell into the cold, rushing water. The current pulled at him fiercely, and for the first time, fear overtook desire. Bruno struggled, panicked, and let go of the necklace. The golden treasure sank into the river, leaving Bruno shivering and exhausted on the muddy bank. He had lost what he thought would make him the richest of all.

As he lay there, trembling and soaked, Bruno realized that his endless craving had brought him nothing but misery. The villagers came to rescue him, shaking their heads, some scolding, some sighing in relief. Mr. Ahmed wrapped him in a blanket, looking not at the lost treasure, but at the shivering animal before him.

From that day forward, Bruno’s greed diminished. He no longer chased after every shiny object or attempted to hoard more than he needed. Instead, he found contentment in simple pleasures—a warm sunbeam, a friendly pat from Mr. Ahmed, and the company of other dogs. The villagers noticed the change and smiled. Bruno was still playful, still curious, but he had learned a valuable lesson about desire and loss.

Though Bruno occasionally glanced at a glittering coin or a shiny bracelet, he never tried to take it. He had discovered something far more precious than gold: peace of mind and the love of those around him. And as he lay under the oak tree at the edge of the village, the soft breeze ruffling his fur, he finally felt a fullness he had never known before—not of his stomach, but of his heart.

Greedy no longer, Bruno had become a symbol in the village, a quiet reminder that desire without restraint could lead to loss, but humility and appreciation for what one has could bring the deepest satisfaction.