The Little Jackal and the Camel

All these stories about the little Jackal that I have told you, show how clever the little Jackal was. But you know–if you don’t, you will when you are grown up– that no matter how clever you are, sooner or later you surely meet some one who is cleverer. It is always so in life. And it was so with the little Jackal. This is what happened.

He took the little Jackal kindly on his back and started into the water. When he began to swim he swam out to where the river was the very deepest…

The little Jackal was, as you know, exceedingly fond of shell-fish, especially of river crabs. Now there came a time when he had eaten all the crabs to be found on his own side of the river. He knew there must be plenty on the other side, if he could only get to them, but he could not swim

One day he thought of a plan. He went to his friend the Camel, and said,–

“Friend Camel, I know a spot where the sugar-cane grows thick; I’ll show you the way, if you will take me there.”

“Indeed I will,” said the Camel, who was very fond of sugar-cane. “Where is it?”

“It is on the other side of the river,” said the little Jackal; “but we can manage it nicely, if you will take me on your back and swim over.”

The Camel was perfectly willing, so the little Jackal jumped on his back, and the Camel swam across the river, carrying him. When they were safely over, the little Jackal jumped down and showed the Camel the sugar-cane field; then he ran swiftly along the river bank, to hunt for crabs; the Camel began to eat sugar-cane. He ate happily, and noticed nothing around him.

Now, you know, a Camel is very big, and a Jackal is very little. Consequently, the little Jackal had eaten his fill by the time the Camel had barely taken a mouthful. The little Jackal had no mind to wait for his slow friend; he wanted to be off home again, about his business. So he ran round and round the sugar-cane field, and as he ran he sang and shouted, and made a great hullabaloo.

Of course, the villagers heard him at once.

“There is a Jackal in the sugar-cane,” they said; “he will dig holes and destroy the roots; we must go down and drive him out.” So they came down, with sticks and stones. When they got there, there was no Jackal to be seen; but they saw the great Camel, eating away at the juicy sugar- cane. They ran at him and beat him, and stoned him, and drove him away half dead.

When they had gone, leaving the poor Camel half killed, the little Jackal came dancing back from somewhere or other.

“I think it’s time to go home, now,” he said; “don’t you?”

“Well, you ARE a pretty friend!” said the Camel. “The idea of your making such a noise, with your shouting and singing! You brought this upon me. What in the world made you do it? Why did you shout and sing?”

“Oh, I don’t know WHY,” said the little Jackal,–”I always sing after dinner!”

“So?” said the Camel, “Ah, very well, let us go home now.”

He took the little Jackal kindly on his back and started into the water. When he began to swim he swam out to where the river was the very deepest. There he stopped, and said,–

“Oh, Jackal!”

“Yes,” said the little Jackal.

“I have the strangest feeling,” said the Camel,–”I feel as if I must roll over.”

“`Roll over’!” cried the Jackal. “My goodness, don’t do that! If you do that, you’ll drown me! What in the world makes you want to do such a crazy thing? Why should you want to roll over?”

“Oh, I don’t know WHY,” said the Camel slowly, “but I always roll over after dinner!”

So he rolled over.

And the little Jackal was drowned, for his sins, but the Camel came safely home.

from Stories to Tell to Children by Sara Cone Bryant

The Shepherd Boy and the Wolf

In a small sleepy village at the edge of the forest, there lived a shepherd boy named Shyam. Every day he would take the sheep for grazing to a pasture near the forest. Here the grass was green and he would laze while the sheep grazed.

Every morning when Shyam left for grazing, his father would tell him. “If a wolf attacks the flock Shyam, run towards the village and shout for help. The villagers would surely drive it away.”

Shyam he thought of a plan to amuse himself. He ran toward the village shouting at the top of his voice. “Wolf! Wolf! Save my flock from this deadly animal.”

As expected, the villagers who heard the cry left their work and ran towards the pasture. Seeing the panic stricken villagers, he burst into laughter.

Ha! Ha! Ha! I fooled you!!! Did you really believe that there was a wolf?” this little prank made the villagers angry at Shyam. They all left in a huff.

A few days later, Shyam played the same trick again and the villagers ran to help him. Once again Shyam had a good laugh at their expense. That evening, as the sun set, Shyam started to drive his sheep home. Just then a hungry wolf came out from the bush and pounced on the sheep. Shyam saw the big red eyes of the wolf and screamed, “HELP! HELP! WOLF! WOLF!” This time the villagers did not run to help him as they had done before.

Nobody was interested in listening to him.

“He cannot fool us again,” they said.

By the time Shyam went back to the grazing land, the wolf had

killed many of his sheep and slipped away into the forest.

Moral of the story is, my friends “Liars are not believed even when they speak the truth.”

The respectful prince and the dwarves

Once upon a time, the King's two Princes were playing in a forest, and - meeting one at a time -, they came across four dwarves who asked them to be more careful.

The first dwarf had a headache and he asked them not to shout. The second dwarf was painting a landscape, and he asked the children to move away because they were blocking out the light. The third dwarf was doing a giant jigsaw puzzle in the middle of the road, and he asked the children not to tread on it. The fourth dwarf was watching a butterfly and he asked them not to frighten it away.

The Prince who respected others did as the dwarves asked, but the disrespectful Prince ignored the dwarves´ pleas, and kept bothering them. In the evening, both boys had become separated and lost. They needed to get back to the palace quickly.

Each of them separately came across the four dwarves again, and asked for their help. They refused to help the disrespectful Prince, but with the respectful Prince they did whatever they could to help, and took him along some secret tracks which led right to the palace.

The other Prince arrived much later, and was punished for it. He now understood that it's much better to respect everyone if you want to have friends.

Moral of the story is…Be kind and respectful to everyone, as you never know when will you need help from others

Edward and the Dragon

Edward was the youngest knight in the kingdom. He was still pretty much a boy, but was so brave and intelligent that, without having to fight anyone at all, he had defeated all his enemies.

One day, while riding through the mountains, he came across a small cave. On entering it he found it was enormous, and that inside was an impressive castle, so big that he thought the mountain couldn't be real, and that it must have been a facade put there to hide the castle.

On nearing the castle, Edward heard the sound of voices. Without hesitating, he climbed over the castle walls, and followed the voices.

"Anybody here?" he asked."Help! Help us!" came the response from inside, "we've been locked in here for years, serving the castle dragon."

"Dragon?" thought Edward, just before an enormous flying flame almost burnt him alive. Edward spun silently around, and addressing the terrible dragon face to face, said: "It's all right, Dragon. I forgive you for what you just did. You probably didn't know it was me."

The dragon was very surprised at words like these. He never expected anyone to stand up to him, and certainly not in such a brazen manner.

"Prepare to fight, dwarf! I don't give a fig who you are!" roared the dragon.

"Wait a moment. Well, it's clear that you don't know who I am. I am the guardian of the Great Crystal Sword!" continued Edward, who - before fighting - was capable of making all sorts of things up. "You well know that the sword has killed dozens of ogres and dragons, and that if I unsheathe it, it will fly straight into your neck and kill you."

The dragon had never heard of such a sword, but this frightened him. He certainly didn't like the sound of something cutting his throat. Edward carried on talking.

"In any case, I want to give you a chance to fight me. Let's travel to the other side of the world. Over there there's a snow-covered mountain, and at the summit there's a great tower. At the top of the tower there's a golden cage where a wizard made this sword. There the sword loses all its power. I'll be there, but will only wait for you for five days."

On saying that, Edward raised a cloud of dust and disappeared. The dragon thought Edward had performed some kind of magic, but he had only hidden

in some bushes. Wanting to fight with that impudent knight, the dragon quickly flew out of the cave, towards the other side of the world, in a journey which lasted more than a month.

When Edward was sure the dragon was far away, he came out of his hiding place, entered the castle, and set free all the prisoners inside. Some had been missing for many years, and when they returned home everyone praised Edward's great intelligence.

And what about the dragon? Well, can you believe that on the other side of the world there was really a snowy mountain with a big tower on top, and a gold cage on top of that?

Well yes, the dragon squeezed into the cage and couldn't get out; and there he remains, hoping that someone intelligent will one day come and rescue him...

Moral of the story is….Quick thinking is the best weapon of all, and should always be used in preference to violence

The Cave of a Thousand Treasures

Once upon a time, a man was walking on a mountain when he found an incredible cave. Stored inside were all kinds of treasure and precious stones, and when he saw it, the man concealed the cave entrance and stayed there, guarding it.

From that day on, the man would hide all his valuables in the cave, and to avoid anyone suspecting he was rich, he gave up his job, his home, and his

friends. He constantly watched the approaches to his cave, wanting no one to find out about it, and fearing thieves, he guarded the cave the whole night through.

He was so dedicated to the cave that he hardly ate or drank. Before long, he fell ill. “Oh....oh…. my body is painful”…

Many days passed, and he got thinner and sicker, losing all his strength, until he was on the point of dying. One day, when he could hardly move at all, he realized that it was his greed which had brought him to this extreme end. He now understood that guarding his treasure had been of no use and no good whatsoever. Just before he died, he decided to share it with others.

He crawled into the cave to get a handful of jewels, but discovered, to his horror, that the cave was almost empty. All he could find was a small emerald, which had only a dull sheen to it. The man took it, and left the cave, intending to give it to the first person to come by. Soon a woman approached, and she accepted the emerald with great joy. The man said to her, "I would have given you many more treasures, my dear, but I don't know where they went. This is all I have left."

"Are you sure there's nothing else?" replied the woman. The man shook his head, and pointed to the cave. Now he could see that there were, indeed, some treasures still there; he saw some gold coins. "Take them with you," the woman took both the emerald and the coins, and went away happy.

In a while, an old man came by and asked the man what he was doing there. "What bad luck! Just a moment ago I gave a woman the few riches left from the fabulous hoard of treasure I was guarding."

"Are you sure there is nothing left?", The old man asked him.

The man showed him the cave, and they found a chest filled with jewels and some bags of gold. The man was shocked, and the old man explained to him,"At last! At last someone has freed himself from the spell of this cave. You see, this is the Cave Of A Thousand Treasures, and you're the first to pass its great test. Many are they that have dedicated their lives to this cave, only to end up realising there was nothing here..."

"And why does this happen?" said the man, "Why do these treasures appear and disappear?"

"My son, this magic cave has as many riches as does your own heart. When someone discovers it, the cave fills with the treasure they bring with them,

but later, when they all devoted themselves to guarding the treasure, their hearts begin emptying, and so does the cave. The only way to fill it is by filling your heart with all that is good, as you did by giving that last jewel to the woman. Didn't you feel better for having done it? That was because the cave was filling up again..."

And so, the man understood it was better to share than to keep things to yourself. And, from that day, thanks to the cave and the old man, the man became ever noble and generous.

Moral of the story is when we attach ourselves to purely material things we are only making ourselves poorer, even though we may have more things.

The Lamb and The Wolf

Once there was a naughty lamb. His mother always loved her child so much that she worried about the safety of the child. His mother always warned him, “Be careful! You must not go into the forest. Wild animals live in there. They may threaten you. Sometimes they would eat you.” But the mischievous lamb never listened. The lamb casually went into the forest and played there for a long time till it turned dark in the evening.

One day, as usual the lamb wandered far off into the forest. There he saw a spring. “I am thirsty. Let me drink some water,” he thought. He decided to take water from the spring for his thirsty. While the lamb was drinking water in the spring, a wolf watched from behind a tree.

“A lamb! My lucky day!” the wolf thought, approaching the lamb. The lamb was not aware of the wolf for some time. There was no one besides these two animals to save the lamb from the wolf.

“You know this forest belongs only to wild animals like me. Why have you come in here to take water from this spring?” asked the wolf.

The lamb knew that wolves were dangerous animals. “Mother has warned me about wolves. I am sure this fellow wants to eat me for his lunch. This fellow is ferocious. I must escape from this animal,” he thought.

The wolf continued, “You are also dirtying water. How will I drink this polluted water now?”

“But the spring flows from where you are standing down to where I am standing, Sir!” said the lamb, in a meek voice. The wolf was surprised to hear such an intelligent answer from the lamb. But the wolf was just looking for an excuse to kill the lamb. “How dare you argue with me? I think you are the same lamb who had abused me last year,” the wolf shouted.

“Last year? Bur Sir, I was not even born then!” the lamb squeaked. The lamb feared that the wolf was looking after a pretext to kill the lamb. The lamb became cautious of its words and gestures. This way both the lamb and the wolf talked to each other cautiously.

The lamb heard some woodcutters. They were coming the way in which the lamb and the wolf were standing. “”If I can keep talking to this wolf for a little while longer, the woodcutters will be here. They will chase him away,” thought the clever lamb. So, he said, “Mr. Wolf, you are right. I have dirtied the water. But, I did not mean to upset you.”

This way the lamb kept on talking for few more minutes. As the lamb spoke, the woodcutters arrived. They saw both the lamb and the wolf.

They caught the wolf and beat him before letting him go. The lamb was relieved to be safe. He ran back to his mother. He told her his mother what had happened in the forest with the wolf and the woodcutter. And then he promised his mother never to wander into the forest again.

The Hare and the TortoiseThe Hare was once boasting of his speed before the other animals. "I have never yet been beaten," said he, "when I put forth my full speed. I challenge any one here to race with me." The Tortoise said quietly, "I accept your challenge."

"That is a good joke," said the Hare; "I could dance round you all the way."

"Keep you’re boasting till you've beaten," answered the Tortoise. "Shall we race?"

So a course was fixed and a start was made. The Hare darted almost out of sight at once, but soon stopped and, believing that the Tortoise could never catch him, lay down by the wayside to have a nap. The Tortoise never for a moment stopped, but went on with a slow but steady pace straight to the end of the course.

When the Hare awoke from his nap, he saw the Tortoise just near the winning-post. The Hare ran as fast as he could, but it was too late. He saw the Tortoise had reached the goal. Then said the Tortoise:

"Slow and steady wins the race."

MORAL OF THE STORY

“Liars are not believed even when they speak the truth.”

Do not give up friends for foes

“The poor and weak are often made to suffer for the follies of the great.”

be respecting elders, not lying or cheating, treating others how you would like to be treated,

“God helps those who help themselves

Be kind and respectful to everyone, as you never know when will you need help from others

We cannot hope to be the best at everything, nor that everyone else be just like us. Every individual contributes something of value.

Respecting others is not only important for those we respect, but also for the effect it has upon ourselves.

Friends are for cheering you up in your worst moments

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THE WOLF AND THE LITTLE LAMB.

Good morning to honourable judges, teachers and my fellow friends.

My name is …………… represented from Sk Dua Sungai Mukah.

Today, I am going to tell you my story an titled ‘The Wolf and The

Little Lamb’.

Once, And there was a flock of sheep grazing in the pastures. The land was very beautiful and the air was refreshing. It was near a thick forest. The pack of sheep protected by a sheep of dogs. All the dogs were very clever. They knew how to protect the sheep especially from wild animals. But there was a little naughty lamb. His mother always warned him, “Be careful! You must not go into the forest. Wild animals live in there. They may threaten you. Sometimes they would eat you.” But the mischievous lamb never listened. The lamb casually went into the forest and played there for a long time till it turned dark in the evening.

One day, a little lamb saw a very delicious grass near the forest. The little lamb was eager to eat the grass over there. So, it walked, walked, walked and walked and didn’t realize that it was strayed away from the flock.

While the little lamb was eating the grass, a wolf watched from behind a tree. The lamb was not aware of the wolf for some time. There was no one besides these two animals. It followed the lamb and thought,

“A lamb! My lucky day.

“I will have that lamb for my lunch”

“You know this forest belongs only to wild animals like me. Why have you come in here to eat this grass?” asked the wolf.

The lamb knew that wolves were dangerous animals. “Mother has warned me about wolves. I am sure this fellow wants to eat me for his lunch. This fellow is ferocious. I must escape from this animal,” he thought.

“Oh god, please help me, please” (sound crying)

“What am I supposed to do? May be if I could make some noise and get the attention of the dogs nearby, I will be save,” said the clever little lamb to itself.

Then he thought of a plan. Meanwhile, the wolf was ready to attack him.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! My dearest handsome friend, I know you’re going to eat me but please handsome, would you grant me one last wish before you eat me ? Just once, pleaaaaaase ?” begged the little lamb to the wolf.

“Hmmmmm let me see. Since you’re calling me handsome, ok then. But remember. Only once! Then after that I’ll eat you,” said the wolf.

“Ok…Ok….Ok…! I promised,” said the lamb.

“So, what is your last wish, anyway?” said the wolf.

“You are a handsome and good looking wolf. Then, I think you must have a very nice voice, aren’t you? So, can you please sing me a wonderful song? I would like to hear it and dance for one last time,” praised the little lamb to the wolf.

Ha..ha…ha…ha…

“How do know that I have a very nice voice in this kingdom? Oh, never mind. Ok, I agree,” said the stupid wolf. Then the wolf started to howl loudly. The little lamb started dancing and pretended laughing happily even though it was the worst sound he had ever heard.

Meanwhile, the sheep of dogs heard the wolf’s and the lamb’s voice. They ran as fast as they could to the voice. When they saw the wolf, they

quickly chased the wolf away from the little lamb. The clever little lamb was saved and ran back to his mother and. He told her his mother what had happened in the forest with the wolf. And then he promised his mother never to wander into the forest again.

The moral value from this story is, my friends, It is better to be meek and wise like the little lamb than strong but foolish like a wolf.

THE END, THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY STORY.

THE LITTLE PINK ROSE

Good morning to honourable judges, teachers and my fellow friends. My name is …………… represented from Sk Dua Sungai Mukah. Today, I am going to tell you my story an titled ‘The Little Pink Rose’.

Out in the country, close by the roadside, there was a country-house. Before, it is a little garden with a gorgeous colour of flowers and palings which are painted green. Close by it, by the ditch in the midst of the most beautiful green grass.

Once there was a little pink Rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house under the ground. One day she was sitting there, all by her, and it was very still.

She was lived alone by herself and thinking about her home.

“ I did not chose to be here. The wind put me down here when I was just a seed baby”. I just wait for the sunshine and the rain drops called me up and I will came up” said little rosebud sadly.

Suddenly, she heard someone knocked the door…

Tap, tap, tap…"Who is that?" asked the little Rosebud.

"It's the Rain, and I want to come in;" said a soft, sad, little voice.

"No, you can't come in," said the little Rosebud crying.

By and by she heard another little tap, tap, and tap on the window pane.

Tap..tap..tap…"Who is there?" she said.

The same soft little voice answered, "It's the Rain, and I want to come in!"

"No, you can't come in," said the little Rosebud again.

Then it was very still for a long time and the little Rosebud was still waiting the Mother Nature came to her. At last, there came a little rustling, whispering sound. These all sound was a round the window; rustle, whisper, whisper.

"Who is there?" said the little Rosebud.

"It's the Sunshine," said a little, soft, cheery voice, "and I want to come in!"

"N -- No,'' said the little pink rose, "you can't come in." And she sat still again.

Pretty soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole.

"Who is there?" she said.

"It's the Sunshine," said the cheery little voice, "and I want to come in, I want to come in!"

"No, no," said the little pink rose, "you cannot come in."

By and by, as she sat so still, she heard again tap, tap, tap, and rustle, whisper, rustle, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and at the key-hole. She was very frightened.

"Who is there?" she said.

"It's the Rain and the Sun, the Rain and the Sun," said two little voices, together, "and we want to come in! We want to come in! Please let us in!"

"Oh Dear!" said the little Rosebud, "if there are two of you, I suppose I shall have to let you in."

So she opened the door a little wee crack, and in they came. And one took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand, and they ran with her, right up to the top of the ground. Then they said, --

"Now little Rosebud…poke your head through!" looked at your home…

Then the little Rosebud pokes her head through. She lifted her heart and looked up the sunshine. “The world is beautiful”, said the little Rosebud again.

It was spring time, and all the other flowers poked their head opening to the call of sunshine. The little pink Rosebud was very happy to see her friends bloom together. She realized that she was the prettiest little pink rose in the whole garden. Although she could not blooms for long time, but she appreciate to nature to be given the opportunity to enjoyed this short life.

My friend, the moral value of this story is to be happy and appreciate with what we have now.

THE END AND THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY STORY