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Re: Small stories « Reply #17 on Oct 17, 2004, 3:23am »
In a distant realm, in a very lush exotic jungle there lived a lion. This beast was so strong, so big and so powerful that he (the lion is a character so I'll not be reffering with the "it") was crowned king of all beasts. All the jungle feared him... When he roared the rest jungle would remain silent; when he was sleeping nobody would disturb him. The rest of the animals treated their king with respect and fear. More fear than respect though. One day, when he was having his usual siesta he felt a little thingle behind his year. Quickly, he shook his head only to discover that a little mouse tried to get some sleep behind his ear. "You dare disturb my slumber?" the king roared. "Forgive me, master. Although it was my fault, I was so sleepy and dizzy that I didn't know where I have laid my puny head. Forgive me and please spare me because I may be of use for you someday." the little mouse pleaded. The lion was amused. "How can a being so small help me? I am the king! I am the most powerful! I require no help! Nevermind, you're free to go because you have amused me. It cannot be expected that your small brain reason to much." said the arogant lion. "Yes, master. Farewell, master." the mouse said and disappeared behind a bush. Many months passed since this. And one night when the king was enjoying the moon rays, he accidentaly stepped into a hunting trap. The trap was cleverly made by the hunters, especially to capture lions. A large loose tied to a tree... The clever part was that the trap would automatically sprung some spears on the tree, thus preventing the lion of biting and breaking the nod. After a few unsuccesful attempts at breaking the nods that brought our lion but bloody scars he began roaring. He roared and roared and roared... to no reply. Hearing his roar, all the animals went into hiding. But, just when he thought he was done for he heared a familiar voice:"Have you called me, master?" It was a little white mouse, a mouse that once tried to sleep behind a king's ear. With his powerful theeth and aided of his small frame that allowed him to avoid the pointy sharp tip of the spears, the little mouse gnawed the nod and rescued the king. After he was free the king turned to the little mouse and said:"Thank you, humble mouse. From now on you'll be king over mice at my court. At first I did not understand the meaning of those words, but now they're as clear as rain to me."
If you were wondering to what words was the king reffering, look no further than this : "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
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Re: Small stories « Reply #18 on Oct 17, 2004, 3:25am »
Let's see how you will like this one... A long time ago in a far, far away place a terrible famine had been plaguing the lands. The crops were dieing on the fields, the cattle and the other animals were vanishing like dust in the wind. Where once beautiful forests laid, only sand and burned logs remained. Some villages were less affected by the famine than others. In one particular village, there lived a rich man. His wife was a casualty of that terrible hunger. So, wanting to honor her memory every day he was offering fresh breads for free for all the families. He used to put all the breads in a big basket, and the basket in front of his gate. Then, near noon all the poor kids used to come and take each one bread. The noble was watching them from a window inside his house. This event easily and with the help of time became a custom. And every single day the noble was seeing the same thing... Near noon, all the village's kids came, rushed in, grabbed one bread and ran home. Except one little girl. Every sinlge time she was sitting aside til all the kids took their breads, and when all the others have left she came too and take the last bread. Of course, that the last bread was a bit old, hard and kinda black. And after that she used to thank the noble by bowing at him. But, one day when the girl returned home with her small bread and tried to cut it, 10 gold coins have fallen on the floor. Her mother, startled said:"Quick, Mary! That noble must have lost this small fortune in the flour and by accident mixed with the bread. Go immediatley and return the money!" The girl, although she had not eaten in a very long time rushed to the noble's house. The noble was at the gate, like he was expecting something. "What's wrong, little girl?" "Good day, dear sir. I... I mean... my mom found these coins in the bread... at home... and she... she said to return your money..." babbled the girl while reaching her hand with the coins. The noble gently pushed her hand aside "No, child. There was no mistake. For your modesty, I have rewarded you. Go home, and tell your family that from now on I will take care of you all". The girl was so happy that she thanked God all the way home for the noble's kindness.
Hey, guys. I don't have many more stories to tell... There still are half a dozen but they are very short and not as interesting as the previous. Should I translate those as well?
Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui, In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin In the green fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea!
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Re: Small stories « Reply #20 on Sept 10, 2005, 3:06pm »
Since you've asked me so nicely, I couldn't just stand there so, here's another story... a small story that is. "Once upon a time, far across the world in the distant east there lived a man who had 5 sons. Sadly, the boys had no mother for longer than they could remember, so the poor father had to do all he could to grow and feed his kids. And the boys grew strong. The father was very proud seeing the skill at hunting of his eldest son, or the maestry at singing of his second born, the higher intellect of his third son, the looks of his fourth and... what of the fifth, you wonder? Well, the youngest son had no particular gifts, except a big heart. He tried to be as good as a bee in a summer day. And, so, the six of them lived in prosperity, because the father was very rich. But, as all lives do, the old man's ended one day. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't bother to write any last will, because he figured that his sons would share his fortunes equally. Unfortunately, they didn't and so the fights begin. After months of countless fight between them they managed to get themselves at a law judge and ask him for justice. The judge said: "In thiese rare cases, we have but one option. The dead must speak. So, dig him up." And the sons dug up the body of their father. The judge, being present, said : "Now, get the shovels and start hitting him till he says who's the true heir". And so the sons did. Tell us who's the heir, father, they were saying and hitting the dead old man. All but one... The youngest just stood there crying. The judge asked him "Why aren't u hitting your father? Don't you want to know who's the true heir? Hit him!" Among his sobs, the youngest managed to say "How could I hit him? Hi's my father!". The judge smiled, and turned to the other boys, saying :"Stop hitting that poor old man! The dead has spoken! Behold the true heir!" and pointed at the youngest who threw himself over his father and started crying..."
I know, maybe it's a bit corny, but let me know if u liked it, okay?
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