The wise old man

Once there was an old poor man named Crispus, who lived in a small hut in a village. After the death of his wife he was ,staying alone as he had  no children.
He was polite and humble, everybody liked him and nobody refused him for anything. He liked children very much and whenever he was free, he used to tell stories to children. So he was very popular among children and they used to address him "Baba".
One day when he was sitting alone think in his mind. I am getting older and I shall die. And  the people .of this village have been helping me alot by giving me free food. I must  do something good for ,them so that they can remember me  after my death.
The following day he said to all children, "Whenever you eat any fruits, please  do not throw ,away the seed but bring them to me." Within a few days they brought seeds. After drying them he plant all  these seed. everyone young, olg, rich, poor who travelled on road stopped to take rest under the shade of these trees and to eat some of the fruits. Crispinus was  no more but the trees were there to tell the travellers about the noble work. 

Location: Muthini, ,