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The Dog and the Wolf

Posted by kathavarta on October 20, 2008

A gaunt Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a House-dog who was passing by. “Ah, Cousin,” said the Dog. “I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food regularly given to you?”

“I would have no objection,” said the Wolf, “if I could only get a place.”

“I will easily arrange that for you,” said the Dog; “come with me to my master and you shall share my work.”

So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the town together. On the way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of the Dog’s neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had come about.

“Oh, it is nothing,” said the Dog. “That is only the place where the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it.”

“Is that all?” said the Wolf. “Then good-bye to you, Master Dog.”

Moral:
Better starve free than be a fat slave.
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The Dogs and the Hides

Posted by kathavarta on October 20, 2008

Some Dogs famished with hunger saw a number of cowhides steeping in a river.

Not being able to reach them, they agreed to drink up the river, but it happened that they burst themselves with drinking long before they reached the hides.

Moral:
Attempt not impossibilities.
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The Dogs and the Fox

Posted by kathavarta on October 20, 2008

Some Dogs, finding the skin of a lion, began to tear it in pieces with their teeth.

A Fox, seeing them, said, “If this lion were alive, you would soon find out that his claws were stronger than your teeth.”

Moral:
It is easy to kick a man that is down.
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Big Sheep & Small Sheep

Posted by kathavarta on September 22, 2008

Once upon a time, there were two sheep. One was a small sheep … so small (separate hands to show size). It has a soft voice … baa! The other was a big sheep … so big (stretch arms to show size). It has a loud voice … BAA! The two sheep are brothers.

Every day, Big Sheep and Small Sheep would go out to the fields to play together and to look for grass to eat. One morning, as always, the two sheep went out. Big Sheep and Small Sheep gambolled out to the fields to look for grass to eat … (Get the children to gambol together “to the fields.”) Now it has not been raining for many days and most of the grass had dried up.

Big Sheep and Small Sheep gambolled for a long time but they could not find any green grass to eat. They were getting tired. Their feet were tired and they could no longer gambol. So they walked … (Get the children to drag their feet on the ground.) Big Sheep and Small Sheep walked and walked from morning until afternoon but there were no green grass. As far as they could see all the green grass had become brown.

The sun was getting hotter. Big Sheep and Small Sheep were tired, hungry and thirsty … (Get the children to stick out their tongues and pant.) But Big Sheep and Small Sheep continued walking and soon they came to a river. They lowered their heads and lapped up some water with their tongue … (demonstrate how this is done).

When Big Sheep lifted his head, he saw a small green patch under a tree. He gambolled over to the tree. It was a patch of green grass. “BAA, BAA!” he shouted to Small Sheep to come over. Both Big Sheep and Small Sheep were very excited. But the small patch of grass was a very small patch … it was just enough for one sheep. What should they do? (Pause) Who should eat the small batch of green grass? (Pause) “BAA, BAA! Go ahead and eat it. I am not very hungry” said Big Sheep and he began to move away. “Baa! Let us share the green grass” said Small Sheep. So Big Sheep and Small Sheep shared the small patch of small grass. They were very happy and they gambolled all the way home … (Get the children to hold hands and gambol “all the way home.”)

Big Sheep found the green grass and he could have eaten the grass all by himself. But Big Sheep was generous to let Small Sheep eat the small patch of green grass. Small Sheep was also sharing … he shared the green grass with Big Sheep. Small Sheep loves Big Sheep and Big Sheep loves Small Sheep.

As they were gambolling home, a big bad wolf was following them. The big bad wolf had not eaten for many days and he was very hungry. He wants to eat both Big Sheep and Small Sheep.

Suddenly, he pounced on both Big Sheep and Small Sheep and started to attack them with his sharp claws. “Run!” shouted Big Sheep to Small Sheep. Small Sheep ran as fast as he could while Big Sheep tried to knock the big bad wolf with his head. But the big bad wolf was too strong for Big Sheep.

Small Sheep ran back to Big Sheep and now both Big Sheep and Small Sheep tried to knock the big bad wolf with their heads. Two sheep were attacking the big bad wolf at the same time and from different directions. Small Sheep attacked on the left and Big Sheep attacked on the right. (Hold up a big pillow against your chest and have the children take turns to butt their heads against the pillow.)

Together Big Sheep and Small Sheep were stronger than the big bad wolf. So the big bad wolf …. all the way home.

Big Sheep and Small Sheep took care of each other. Big Sheep tried to protect Small Sheep from the big bad wolf. But when the big bad wolf proved too strong for Big Sheep, Small Sheep returned to help. United Big Sheep and Small Sheep were strong.

The big bad wolf went and called his other wolf friends to help. So a whole pack of three wolves came and pounced upon Big Sheep and Small Sheep. Big Sheep and Small Sheep tried to fight with the wolves but there were too many of them. “Run and get help” shouted Big Sheep to Small Sheep. Small Sheep ran toward home as fast as he could.

Meanwhile, the Shepherd heard the noises. When he saw Small Sheep running back alone without Big Sheep, he knew something was wrong. He picked up his rod and ran towards Small Sheep. He saw the three wolves attacking Big Sheep. He used his rod to hit the wolves and chased them away.

Both Big Sheep and Small Sheep were hurt. The Shepherd picked up Big Sheep and lifted him up to his shoulders then he carried Small Sheep in his arms. He brought them home and put medicine on their wounds. The Shepherd took good care of Big Sheep and Small Sheep.

Whenever Big Sheep and Small Sheep have troubles, the Shepherd is always there to help them. GOD is our Shepherd and He will always take care of us.
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The wise Songbird

Posted by kathavarta on September 18, 2008

Once upon a time there was a golden songbird that lived in a beautiful garden. It spent all its days singing the loveliest songs to the honour of its maker and the delight of all the people who heard it.

But the keeper of the garden, who was a foolish and greedy man, coveted the little songster, and one day he made a cunning net in which he snared it. The little bird begged the man to release him and promised to tell him three great secrets if only he would let him go. Now the gardener really was a very greedy man and rubbing his hands together, he eagerly released the bird.

Then the songbird told him it’s three great secrets: Never believe all that you hear; Never regret what you have never lost, and never throw away that which you have in your keeping.

The gardener was furious when he heard this and said he had known these so-called ‘secrets’ since he was a little child and shouted that the bird had tricked him. But the songbird quietly replied that if the man had really known these three secrets, or only the last of them, he would never have let him go.

Then the bird added:”I have a most precious jewel weighing over three ounces hidden inside me and whoever possesses that marvellous stone will have every wish granted.”

On hearing this, the keeper roared like a lion and cursed himself for setting the songster free. But the little bird only added fuel to his rage by explaining that since he weighed no more than half an ounce at most, as anyone with eyes could plainly see, how was it possible that a gem weighing more than three ounces could be hidden within it’s tiny body?

At that the man tore his hair and lunged at the bird in a towering rage, but the little songbird flew to a nearby branch and added sweetly:”Since you never had the jewel in your hands you are already regretting what you never lost, and believing what I told you, you threw it away by setting me free.”

Then the little songbird told the man to study well these three great secrets and so become as wise as the bird himself!
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A kind of Magic

Posted by kathavarta on September 17, 2008

Rrrr…ing. The shrill sound of the call bell filled the house. Nita looked at the front door and frowned. ‘Who could it be so early in the morning? We hardly know anyone here.’

The summer vacation had just started and Nita and her family had recently shifted to this multi-storey building and were still in thee process of settling down.

She opened the door and quickly jumped aside to avoid being trampled on by the group of children who rushed into the house in a tearing hurry. The group consisted of children of all ages.

“Arun, where is Arun?” they all chorused.

“He is having a bath, Please wait,” answered Nita. Bewildered, she looked at the motley group. ‘How could Arun have made so many friends in such a short time?’ she thought. ‘Ok, so he is an extrovert but this is too much!’

“Hi, folks!” suddenly Arun burst into the drawing room wiping his wet hair vigorously with a towel. “Give me two minutes.” As he turned he saw Nita standing in a corner. He called out to her and introduced, “This is Nita, my younger sister; and Nita this is the gang from the building. This is Sanjay, this is Suruchi, Ritu, Ashok, Geeetika, Annesh, Gaurav and Tutu.”

“Hello,” said Nita shyly. Arun went inside to get ready.

“Why don’t you also come with us?” asked one of the gang members.

Nita shook her head. She knew she could not keep up with their pace.

“Oh, Nita is a dreamer-a nature-lover,” said Arun joining his friends. “She would rather paint or read a book in some quiet corner than come out and play wild games with us. Isn’t that so Nita?” Arun said patting her indulgently on the head. Nita smiled shyly.” As soon as we are gone, she will take her sketch book and go on the terrace to draw”

Before Arun could finish, the group exclaimed, “The terrace? Oh, no, not the terrace!”

“Why?” asked Nita astonished at this unanimous vehemence.

“It is a Prohibited Zone, ” said Suruchi.

“Don’t even think of,” quipped Ashok.

“Trespassers are shouted at,” added Aneesh.

“Hey, wait a minute. What is all this warning about? Why is the terrace prohibited and by whom?” asked Nita.

“By Mrs. Daroowala,” tha gang replied in chorus.

“Who is she?” asked Arun, puzzled.

“She is an old Parsi lady living on the top floor. She bought this house only last year. She lives alone save for an old maid who looks after the house and cook for her-a kind of woman Friday,” said Geetika.

“But why should she not allow anyone on the terrace?” asked Nita.

“Oh, she is just eccentric, that is all. We used to there quite often to play before she came. But within a week of her shifting there, she shooed us out,” said Ritu. “Once or twice, we did try to go upstairs but what a screaming we got! Since then no one has dared to go there.”

“I am sure she is an enchantress performing magic or something there,” said Tutu the youngest of them. She was hardly six.

“She hates children,” spoke Sanjay with finality, thus closing the subject. “Come along now, let us go and play.” Said Arun impatiently and they all rushed out just as they had rushed in.

But Nita could not take it so easily. ‘Who could this Mrs. Daroowala be who hates children? How could anyone hate children?’ she wondered.

Nita was only two years younger to Arun, who was tall and robust, always full of energy. She was a frail child, tall but very thin. The most striking features in her pale face were her eyes, big and brown, full of feelings and emotions. Unlike her brother, she was an introvert.

After breakfast, Nita sat down at the dinning table with her sketchpad and pencil. She tried to draw a few lines but could not concentrate. Each time a formidable face of an old lady with stern looks and big frown appeared before her. Nita became restless. Suddenly she picked up her sketchpad and pencils and went out of the flat. She looked up thoughtfully for a few moments and then started climbing the stairs.

On the landing in front of the top floor, Nita stopped. There was the door with the nameplate saying “Mrs. Daroowala.” She threw a furtive glance at it. It was shut. Suddenly a sound came from behind the closed door as if someone had released the latch.

Nita ran downstairs as fast as her legs could carry her silently and stopped only when she reached her floor, which was just below the top floor. She heard the door being shut and then someone climbing. Someone who walked with the help of a stick that went clackety-clack, clackety-clack in a most sinister way. Nita was gasping. Slowly she controlled her breath and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She stood there for a while debating whether or not she should go upstairs. She could not resist the temptation to see what was happening on the terrace.

Finally, she plucked up courage and climbed the stairs. The door to the terrace was half-open. She peeped through it and gasped at the sight that met her eyes. What she saw was unbelievable-something she could have never imagined.

She saw Mrs. Daroowala sitting on a deck chair surrounded by birds!

Birds of all kinds, sizes and colors. There were sparrows, blue jays, mynahs, bulbuls, pigeons and many other birds, which Neeta could not recognize. They were happily picking at the grains of rice and breadcrumbs on the ground. There were two bowls filled with water. There were birds all over the terrace, on the parapet, on the chair and all over Mrs. Daroowala-on her lap, on her shoulders and some were even perched on her head!

Nita hid herself behind a big potted palm and looked at the fascinating sight. She craned her neck to have a better look. For a while she just stared in amazement. Then she quickly picked up her sketchpad and started drawing vigorously.

Next morning, again, roughly at the same time, Nita came on the terrace. Mrs. Daroowala was already there surrounded by her feathered friends. Neeta hid herself behind the palm and got on with her sketch.

Days passed. Nita came to the terrace every day to watch the birds and Mrs. Daroowala. By now her pitcher was almost complete. It was coming out very well. The day Neeta gave it last touches, she was very happy.

It was late in the morning almost her regular time to go on the terrace. Nita looked at her painting. She had captured the whole scene beautifully, especially Mrs. Daroowala’s profile with birds perched on her hands, feet and head. ‘Oh, only if I could present it to Mrs. Daroowala,’ she sighed, for she was still too scared to go up to her. ‘How could someone who loves birds hate children!’ wondered Nita for the nth time.

Neeta quickly climbed the stairs. Mrs. Daroowala’s door was as usual shut. Nita quietly climbed the last flight of stairs.

Today the door to the terrace was shut. ‘Strange! She never shuts this door,’ thought Nita. She stood there for a while wondering what she should do. Then she heard something-the mad chirping of the birds, quite different from every day sound of joyful chirping.

She quickly opened the door and what she saw was a strange scene.

The deck chair was empty and so were the bowls. There was no bird feed on the floor. ‘Where is Mrs. Daroowala?’ Neeta wondered. The birds were still chirping and hopping about madly.

‘Oh, you must be hungry and thirsty as well, you poor dears!’ she muttered sympathetically and ran downstairs. After five minutes she returned, carrying a jug full of water and a bowl of rice, grains and breadcrumbs. As she set the food and water down, the birds flew away, scared. They hovered on the periphery chirping warily. Nita filled the bowls and scattered the rice, grains and breadcrumbs on the ground. The birds watched from their perches but hesitated to come near her.

“Oh, please come. Don’t go hungry and thirsty,” spoke Nita softly. After two three minutes, one small bird ventured forward followed by another and then another, and then all of them came. A broad smile lit up Nita’s face.

Again the next morning when Nita reached the terrace, Mrs. Daroowala was not there. Neeta scattered the rice and filled the bowls. Today the birds were quite friendly. They happily picked at the grains.

When for the third morning in a row Mrs. Daroowala did not come on the terrace, Neeta got worried. ‘Whatever has happened to her? Today I am certainly going to find out even if she screams me out of her flat,’ thought Nita.

It was a quite day. A cool breeze was blowing. Nita sat down on the deck chair. A small bird hopped and settled on her lap. Then another followed and perched on her head.

‘Oh! You have accepted me as your friend, you darling creatures.’ Nita was very happy. She closed her eyes and relaxed.

“Who is there?” suddenly a clear voice broke into her daydreams. Nita jumped out the chair and slowly turned around.

Mrs. Daroowala was standing at the door, leaning on her stick. For the first time Neeta was face to face with her and what a face it was! An ideal face for a portrait-painter, Snow-white hair swept back, a broad-creased forehead, light brown eyes, thin lips and protruding chin, with thousands of fine lines including laugh lines! It had a childlike softness-no big frown and stern looks. “Who are you?” Mrs. Daroowala asked.

“I am Nita. I live on the sixth floor.” Then after a pause she spoke, “The birds were hungry and thirsty, I gave them food and water.”

Mrs. Daroowala kept quiet. She slowly walked towards her. Nita’s heart sank. ‘Now Mrs. Daroowala is really angry that I came on the terrace without her permission, and I would be turned into a tadpole or something.’ She closed her eyes and prepared herself for shouting when she heard a soft whisper, “Thanks for taking care of my feathered friends in my absence. I was away, and my maid was called away on an emergency after I left.” Mrs. Daroowala held Neeta’s hands affectionately in her wrinkled hands. She sat down on her deck- chair and soon was surrounded by her long-lost friends. Nita stared at her.

“What are you looking at so confused?” Asked Mrs. Daroowala laughingly.

“You love birds then..then why do you hate children?” blurted Nita.

“Hate children?” Spoke Mrs. Daroowala with a frown and then broke into a hearty laugh. “Oh God! It must be the kids from the building who told you.” Nita nodded.

Mrs. Daroowala sobered a bit and then said, “Those kids came at all odds hours on the terrace to play and disturbed these poor birds. They can go anywhere to play. But as you can see, these birds have nowhere to go in this concrete jungle but here where they can eat and drink and fly around. Therefore, I shooed them out. Otherwise I love children, children like you.”

Suddenly Nita remembered something and said, “Mrs. Daroowala, please wait here till I return,” and she ran down. Mrs. Daroowala was still looking perplexed when Nita came back with a pitcher in her hand.

“Here, please accept this,” and she gave it to Mrs. Daroowala.

Mrs. Daroowala looked at it and spoke in a childlike excitement “It is me, isn’t it?” Neeta nodded. Then she read something at the bottom “An enchantress.”

“Do you think I am an enchantress who performs magic?” she asked a bit hurt.

“Everyone think so. And now I know it for sure. Yes, you are and enchantress who perform magic but magic of different kind,” replied Nita

They both smiled at each other and then laughed. Birds perched all over them chirping merrily.

By : Ajit Hari Sahu on http://www.whereincity.com/stories
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