Once in Jwala Nagar, there lived twelve weavers. they worked on the loom's day and night . they never went out of their village. They were very happy with their group.

But once on an urgent business, they had to go out of their village. They did it much against their wishes. They had a fear of losing one-two of them. They were very simple people. Except their own village, they knew nothing about the world outside. Anyway, they started on their long journey.

"Here we go...!!" Everyone was nervous but excited.

Now there was a large river which they had to cross. In order to avoid the loss of any one of them in strong current of the water, they tied themselves with a rope.

They crossed the river and nothing unusual happened. When they reached the other bank of the river, they began to count themselves in order to be sure.

Each one counted the other eleven and forgot to count themselves. Thus, they counted hundreds of times but they found that one of them was definitely washed away in the river. They sat down and began to weep loudly.

One person who was passing by saw them weeping, reached to help them. He at once understood their foolishness.

he asked everyone to take one of their shoe and hold in their hand, they then counted and completed the number twelve. The weavers were very happy.

"Thank God, we are twelve", they exclaimed. No one was missing.