I remember this one story, don't know if it falls under folklores but want to tell it anyway. Mom told me years ago, don't know why it struck on my mind. So there was a mother duck who had 3 ducklings. They wanted to go to the jungle to play. Mom warned them to be careful of the "shikari". Off they go and just then the hunter comes along with a gun. The mother duck tells the hunter, "Shikari dai, please do not kill my children." The hunter moved replies, "I won't, but how will I recognize as to which are your children?" The mother replies, "My children are the most beautiful ones." That evening the hunter returns with dead ducklings, the mom sees the ducklings and cries. The hunter asks her why was she crying, she replies, "You killed my children." The hunter replies, "But didn't you say your children are the most beautiful ones, I chose to kill the ugliest ducklings." Meera hands everybody a box of tissues :D :D :D