Read the beginning of the following story. It is not complete. Complete it by using your imagination and give a suitable title to it :

Once there lived a poor farmer in a certain village. He supported his family with great hardship. One day he bought a goose. It was a magical goose because it used to lay a golden egg daily ________

Once there was a cowboy. He was very wicked. He used to befool others by telling lies with people. He kept a herd of cows near a forest. It was not far from his village. One day he wanted to make fun with the villagers. So, he began to shout and cried; "Tiger! Tiger! Please help me." People would come running to help him. Then the cowboy would begin to laugh and say that he only made fun with them. Being disgusted the people would go back.

He did it few more times. At last the annoyed men went away saying, "If the rascal (বদমাশ) cries out again, we won't go for his help."

One day a tiger really came and the boy cried out, "Tiger! Tiger! Please help me!" The people heard him shouting but they did not come. They thought that the boy was again playing his trick with them. The tiger fell upon his cows and killed many. At last, it fell upon the boy and tore him into pieces.

Sheikh Saadi was a great poet in Iran. He used to lead a very simple life. Once on his way to the court of the king of Iran he took shelter in a nobleman's house for a night. He was then in very simple dress. The nobleman could not recognize him and did not treat him warmly as it seemed to him that Saadi was a poor and ordinary man. However, Saadi noticed it but did not mind or disclose (প্রকাশ করা) his identity. Then in the morning he left the rich man's house and reached the king's court and while returning he was putting on a gorgeous (জাঁকজমক) and rich cloth. This time also he stopped at the same rich man's house.

Surprisingly he found that he was duly respected and honoured then. He was served with sumptuous (দামী) dinner. Noticing it, Saadi began to put the food into his pockets. The man asked him why he was putting the foods into his pockets. In reply he said to him "This food is for my dress. You are treating me well because I have rich dress on." At this the man felt ashamed and begged forgiveness (ক্ষমা) of the poet.

Once there was a boy named Raisul. He lost his father when he was in class nine. His mother was a very active woman. She encouraged Raisul to continue his studies. She took training on making women's dress. Then she started a boutique shop and worked hard so that she could bear his son's educational expenses. Raisul was also determined to be educated. With great hardship he passed the SSC exam with distinction. Then he came to Dhaka to get admitted into a reputed college. Accordignly he got himself admitted into Notredame College. He got a seat in the college hostel. Here also he worked hard and passed the HSC exam with distinction. Then he appeared in admission test of medical college. He was eagerly waiting for the result. On the result day he saw that his roll number was at the top of the list. He informaed his mother of this great news over phone. His mother could not help crying. She could not say anything. She only said, "My long cherished dream has come true." After five years Raisul returned home as a doctor.

Once upon a time there lived a young boy named Arefin. He was very honest, sincere and industrious from his childhood. He thought about the welfare of mankind. One day, while returning from the nearest market, he noticed that a small railway slipper was about to collapse. A little while later, he remembered that a mail train was supposed to cross in about half an hour. He remembered the story of his grandfather. His grandfather once told him "We should show red cloths to the driver if the train is in dangerous position anytime." Then he put off his shirt. His shirt's colour was red. He tried to move the shirt in the air. He tried to catch the attention of the driver. It was unbelievable that suddenly the driver could identify the boy's red shirt and thought about danger. The driver stopped the train. The driver got down from the train and found the damage of the rail line. The driver and all the passengers became astonished for the heroism of little boy.

Once, in the month of Srabon, I was coming to Dhaka from Barishal by a launch. At that time the river was full to the brim. At the beginning of the journey the sky was clear and the river was calm. The launch was moving smoothly. I as well as other passengers were enjoying the journey. In the evening the launch passed Munshiganj district and entered the Padma, Then the weather was getting dark. The sky was covered with dark cloud. The wind began to blow bitterly. But our launch was moving as usual. At 1.00 o'clock at night, the launch was to cross the river Padma to touch Chandpur Launch Terminal. But the crew did not care about the rough weather. They started to cross the river. After half an hour, when the launch was at the middle of the river, the weather took a serious turn. The wind began to blow so violently that the launch was about to overturn. It was swinging bitterly.

The passengers in the launch were shouting in fear. Some were praying to Allah to overcome the danger. I also got so worried that I bade my mother good-bye forever over phone. My mother burst into teers hearing the danger I was undergoing. At last the weather became calm and we reached Chandpur station safely. I will never forget such a bitter launch journey.

A long time ago, the town of Hamelin in Germany was faced with a great problem. It became full of rats. The rats were so big and fierce that they fought the dogs, killed the cat and bit the babies in the cradles. They ate the corn in the granaries. They ran about shrinking and squealing all the time.

At last the people came to the Town Hall and said to the Mayor, "Do something about the rats or we will send you packing." The Mayor trembled. He called a meeting of his councilors and talked about the problem for hours. But they could not find a way out. They were in despair. At that moment a pied piper came and went up to the council table and said, "People call me pied piper. If you pay me a thousand guilders, I will rid your town of rats." "All right," said the Mayor. "We'll pay you a thousand guilders. When will you set to work?" "Now," replied the pied piper.

The pied piper went to the street, drew out a pipe from his pocket and began to play on pipe. Soon from every house in Hamelin came out the rats tumbling. There were hundreds and thousands of them that followed him. He went down to the bank of the river Weser and waded into the river. And every single rat, which followed him, was drowned. But the Mayor refused to pay the contracted amount of money. At this the pied piper got angry and played on his pipe a different tune. Hearing the strange tune the children came out of their houses dancing and followed him. The pied piper disappeared behind a hill with all the children and did never come back.