Folk Tale Story - The Most Beautiful Princess

   This is a Folk tale story from Brazil. Brazil is the largest country in South America. Brazil is very well-known for its culture and the game ‘Football’. The world biggest river Amazon and the Amazon Rain-forest is here. This Brazilian folk tale story is collected from the folk tale story book named, “Tales of Giants from Brazil”. This book was written by- Elsie Spicer Eells, published- 1918.

The Most Beautiful Princess

   The Most Beautiful Princess (Part-2)

  - A Folk tale story from Brazil

 

   The king was astonished at the fisherman’s words, for he had not thought that a poor fisherman like him knew many princesses. However, he allowed him to depart in search of the princess.

   Then the prince hurried home and once more walked toward the forest by the same path he had gone the day he went in search of the hare for his father’s hare soup. He soon found the place where the hare had crossed his path, and he did his best to remember the way they had followed as he pursued her into the forest.

   In the forest he saw evidences of what looked like a flood. The water had washed away every trace of the entrance of the cave. He dug and dug at the place where he thought it would to be. He found nothing which seemed like the cave’s entrance.

   The prince dug and dug at a new place near by and soon he found his way shut by a massive door. The entrance to the cave was securely shut by it. The prince knocked at the door with all his might.

   Soon the door was opened a tiny bit and the face of a little old woman looked out. “I am the nurse of the princess,” she said. “I think you are the prince she was expecting to return to deliver her from all the terrible misfortunes which have befallen her.”

Fable of Aesop - The Crow and the Pitcher

   This is a very interesting fable of Aesop. In every fable of Aesop, there must be a lesson for us at the end. We consider that as the moral of the story.

The Crow and the Pitcher

    The Crow and the Pitcher

        - A Fable of Aesop

   In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if the crow must die of thirst.

   Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, and the crow dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher. The crow was dropping those small pebbles one after another into the pitcher until at last the water was near enough so he could drink. 

Folk Tale - The Most Beautiful Princess

   This is a Folk tale from Brazil. Brazil is the largest country in South America. Brazil is very well-known for its culture and the game ‘Football’. The world biggest river Amazon and the Amazon Rain-forest is here. This Brazilian folk tale is collected from the folk tale story book named, “Tales of Giants from Brazil”. This book was written by- Elsie Spicer Eells, published- 1918.

The Most Beautiful Princes

The Most Beautiful Princess - Part 1

      - A Folk Tale from Brazil

    
   Long ago there was a king who was very ill. He wanted a hare killed to make him some soup. His only son, the prince, set out to find one a hare. As the prince walked along the path to the forest a pretty little hare ran out of the hedge and crossed his path. He at once started in following. The hare was a very swift runner. The prince followed the hare into the deep forest. Suddenly the hare ran into a hole in the ground. The prince kept in sight of her and soon found to his fear that he was in a big cave. At the very rear of the cave there was the most enormous giant he had ever seen in his life.

   The prince was terribly frightened. “Oh, ho!” said the giant in such a deep savage voice that the cave echoed and re-echoed with his words. “You thought you will catch my little hare, did you? Well, I have caught you instead!”

   The giant seized the prince in one of his huge hands and tossed him lightly into a box at one end of the cave. He put the cover on the box and locked it down with a big key. The prince could get only a tiny bit of air through a little hole in the top, and he thought that he never could live. Hours passed, sometimes the prince slept, but more often he lay there thinking about his sick father and what he could ever do to get out of the box and back once more to his father’s side.

Fable of Aesop - Two Friends and a Bear

   This is a very interesting fable of Aesop. In every fable of Aesop, there must be a lesson for us at the end. We consider that as the moral of the story.

Two Friends and a Bear

  Two Friends and a Bear

     - A fable of Aesop

   Two friends were traveling in company through a forest, when, all at once, a huge Bear crashed out of the brush near them.

   One of the friend, thinking of his own safety and he climbed a tree. The other friend did not know how to  climb on the tree and he was unable to fight the savage beast alone. So he threw himself on the ground and lay still, as if he were dead. He had heard that a Bear will not touch a dead body, and he did so.

   It must have been true, for the Bear snuffed at the man's head awhile, and then, seeming to be satisfied that he was dead. So the bear walked away.

Fairy Tale - Hans Christian Andersen

              The Naughty Boy

   - A Fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen

The Naughty Boy

   A long time ago, there lived an old poet. The old poet was thoroughly kind. As he was sitting one evening in his room, then a horrible storm arose without any reason, and the rain streamed down from heaven. But the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his chimney-corner, where the fire was flame up and the roasting apple hissed.

   "Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin." , said the good old poet.

   "Oh let me in! Let me in! I am so cold, and I am so wet!" , exclaimed suddenly a child that stood crying at the door and knocking for entrance while the rain overflowed down, and the wind made all the windows rattle.

   "Poor thing!", said the old poet and he went to open the door. There stood a little boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair. The boy trembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have destroyed in the terrible storm.

   "Poor child!" said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. "Come in, come in, and I will soon restore you! You shall have wine and roasted apples, for you art verily a charming child!"