Once there was a little boy named Billy who was born with just a head. No arms, legs, body, only his head.
Every day his mother used to sit him on the windowsill to watch the children across the street play in the park. How he longed to be able to join them. Every night before bed he would wish upon falling stars to miraculously have a body when he woke up. Day after day, week after week, year after year Billy wished with all his might.
Then finally, one Spring morning, it had happened. Billy had grown a whole body. He was so exctied he jumped out of bed, found some clothes, got dressed, ate his breakfast, went out the door and................
Was squashed by a bus on the road
Moral of the story?
Quit while you're ahead