Once upon a time there was a boy who thought he had a hard life. He looked after sheep and every day, early in the morning, he took them to the field where they fed all day and each evening he counted them before bringing them back again. One morning he thought "my luck will change today".

He looked across the valley and saw houses with windows made of gold.

So he took his sheep and left them with his family and said "I must go to the houses where the windows are made of gold".

He left first thing in the morning and walked and walked but when he got there the windows were not made of gold. The boy started to cry.

A little girl saw him and asked him "why are you crying?"

"I thought those houses were made of gold" he said.

"No" she said, "It is those houses that are made of gold" and she pointed across the mountain to the houses that were his home.

Sure enough, the houses were shining gold because the morning sun was shining on them. "Those are the houses where I live" he said. "They are not made of gold, but I will go back and I will work hard and be content because I now see the beauty of my own village".