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A farmer's daughter named Patty was daydreaming while waking along in the town with a pail of milk balanced over her head. She though that the milk in the pail would provide her with cream, from which she would make butter and would sell in the market to buy a dozen eggs in exchange. These eggs would hatch into chickens and lay more eggs, by which again she shall have a large poultry yard. She further dreamt of selling some of the fowls and buying herself a handsome new gown to visit the fair. Where the young fellows would try to make love to her, she would toss her head and pass them by.
In the flow of daydreaming moment, Patty tossed her head and lost the pailful of milk. Her mother admonished on information, "Do not count your chickens before they are hatched."
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