once a hunter had beautiful hound.The loyal dog was bossom friend of hunter s son.The hound always went hunting with his master.one day the hunter went out for hunting and for got to take the dog with him.when he reached the forest he remembered that he had forgotten to bring the hound with him. He came back to bring the hound with him.when he reached home he saw the dog standing at the gate.It was stained with blood.The hunter thought that the dog had killed his son.He drew out his sword and killed the dog.He hurriedly entered the house and saw little pools of blood every where.Mean while he saw his son safe and sound.He told his father how the hound pounced at the wolf and tore it in to pieces.The hunter cried at his haste in killing his loyal and faith ful dog but it was use less to cry.Moral Haste Makes waste.