A drop of Honey

A hunter and his hound, high in the desert mountains, found a cave. The hunter in the cave found a hollow, and the hollow was filled with the most beautiful, clear honey.

He took his water skin and filled the water skin with honey and left the cave and came down the mountains.

He was not in his own land.

And there in the town that he entered, he saw an oil seller. He went into that stall and offered his honey for sale - perhaps an exchange for some oil? And the oil seller was intrigued.

As he was tasting the honey, one drop of honey fell upon the ground.

Some flies buzzed, swarming around the honey. And as they swarmed there, some birds flew down to peck and eat the insects. But as the birds flew, darting among those insects, the cat that belonged to the oil seller leapt upon a bird and killed it. And as the cat leapt upon the bird, the hound of the hunter leapt forward and killed the cat.

The oil seller, full of fury, kicked the hound so hard that the hound was killed.

The hunter drew his hunting knife and plunged it into the chest of that oil seller.

Those who were outside the stall came rushing in. They beat that foreigner to death.

Word reached the people - in the hunter’s own land - of his murder. They sent people from his village over the border and they killed many of the men of that town.

When the King of that land heard about this sortie, he gathered a great army and waged war against his neighbor. And the kingdom retaliated.

Wars raged for many years. And wars have raged for many years since that time: two great enemies those neighboring lands. And all because of one drop of honey.

The turtle family

A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. The turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing.

Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last!

For about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed.

After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell.

He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left.

Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years…six years… then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger.

He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich.
At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting,

‘See! I knew you wouldn't wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt.’

The fool and the donkey

One morning, the fool woke up and he thought, ‘There is one thing I need, I need a donkey.’

So he left his home and walked until he came to the town. He came to the donkey stall. There were many donkeys. Some were big and some were small. Some had long ears and some very short. But among them there was one donkey that had long, floppy, silky ears.

‘This is the donkey for me.’

The fool paid the donkey stall holder and he led that donkey tied by a rope away from the stall and through the streets of the town, and there were two boys.

‘We can trick that donkey from that fool.’

One boy went up and he took the rope from around the donkey’s neck and he put it around his own neck and followed the fool, who didn’t even notice.

The other boy led the donkey back to the stall to sell it.

On through the streets and on away from the town to his home went the fool. And when he got to his home he turned and... uhhh: ‘When I bought you, you were a donkey. But now you’ve turned into a boy.’

‘It’s true, I was a donkey when you bought me, but, you see, before that I was a boy. I was rude to my mother, and my mother said, ‘If you are ever rude to me again may you be turned by the devil into a donkey.’ And so it was. But now that you have bought me, I am a boy once more and I belong to you.’

‘You belong to me?’ said the fool. ‘I cannot own a boy. Go, go, but promise me this: when you go to your mother, do not be rude to her again.’

The fool slept that night, and when he woke in the morning he realized there was something he still needed... He still needed a donkey. He went away from his home, taking his last few coins, and walked until he came to the town; through the streets he came until he came to the donkey stall. And there were all those donkeys large and small, some with larger ears than others. And among the donkeys he noticed there was one donkey with long, floppy, silky ears. He knew that donkey. He went over to it and he lifted its ear and said: ‘You foolish boy, I said never be rude to your mother again!’

The farmer's donkey

Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Jack with his little donkey and his mom. They were the best

of friends, and used to live together in a beautiful village called Maryland.

One day, Jack and his donkey were playing soccer in the large field of grass, which was their favorite

picnic spot. Jack's mother had warned Jack of the deep well which was also there in the field. They

were having so much fun that they forgot about the pit.

While playing, The little donkey fell down into the pit.

The small animal now stated crying, because he could no get out of the pit. Jack was trying to

figure out what to do. Finally he decided to call his mother to come over and help him. Jack's mom

came back running with a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey could not understand what was happening and continued crying.

Suddenly, as if he had understood something, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, Jack's mom

finally looked down the well, and was relieved at what she saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his

back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As Jack's mom continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take

a step up. Pretty soon, Jack was amazed as his little donkey stepped up over the edge of the pit

and came back to him. Jack thanked his mom, and told her that he loves her. Her mom replied that she

loves her too, and the went back home to eat some delicious pancakes.