tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365949052012-01-17T03:47:51.000-08:00Folklores and fairy tales abound the tounges of the elderly who have been the early listeners of the same. What would the world be if there are none of these? Here is a compilation of my favorite stories in the past...sand-castlenoreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36594905.post-51197275472868713212010-10-29T18:54:00.000-07:002010-10-29T19:03:36.623-07:00

It was very warm. The sun, up above a sky that was blue and tremendous and beckoning to birds ever on the wing, shone bright as if determined to scorch everything under heaven, even the low, square nipa house that stood in an unashamed relief against the gray-green haze of grass and leaves. It was lonely dwelling located far from its neighbors, which were huddled close to one another as if for

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Two weeks already she had stayed in the hunt on the precipice, alone except for the visits of her husband. Carlos came regularly once a day and stayed three or four hours, but his visits seemed to her too short and far between. Sometimes, after he had left and she thought she would be alone again, one or the other of the neighbors came up unexpectedly, and right away those days became different

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The Boy Ben, thirteen years old, sits there and wide-eyed before the screen of the theater, in the town of Tarlac, his heart thumps in awe and excitement, and his hands are balled into unconscious fists, as the spaceship burns its blue-flamed journey through the night of the universe that is forever silent with a high metallic hum. Enclosed in time within the rocket, the ship itself surrounded

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Awiyao reached for the upper horizontal log which served as the edge of the high-head threshold. Clinging to the log, he lifted himself with one bound that carried him across to the narrow door. He slid back the cover, steeped inside, then push the cover back in place. After some moments during which he seemed to wait, he talked to the listening darkness."I'm sorry this had to be done. I am

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It rained at three Saturday afternoon. And we looked at the sky as if it could not be true, at the slanting rain that fell in steady streams, at the earth getting first moist, then sticky, then watery. We could not resign our self to the fact that it should rain on Saturday. Why Saturday of all days? Why not Monday and the other weekdays? Any day but Saturday – and Sunday also, that is. All

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Camus and his wife secretly prided themselves in being, of all the residents in their barrio, the only ones who had really known and lived with people of consequence.When he was a young man, Camus had been the houseboy of a German haciendero. The German who was a bachelor had often told Camus that his punishments were for his own good because he must learn to shed his indolent and clumsy ways if

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With half-shut eyes he tried in his mind, to make out other things of the objects in the still dim room. His shirt, for instance, hanging from a nail of the post between the bed and small altar of the Sagrada Familia, appeared, against the unmoving faint light of the oil wick, like a man’s severed body, armless in the dark, headless against the blackwood, and like the cellutex curtain drawn to

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It is almost a month since my uncle died. Nana Cecilia, his widow, has made up with my maiden aunt Cora, and now stays with her in San Nicolas. The suspicions -- for they proved to be mere suspicions after all -- she had entertained concerning Nana Cora and my late uncle, were dispelled at his death. I don't know the truth myself up to now. But I don't want to know. What matters now is that they

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Martin Avdeitch was a shoemaker who lived in a basement room with only one window. HTrough this window he could only see the legs of the passers-by, but he could tell who the passers-by were for all their shoes passed through his hands. His wife died, leaving behind her a little boy, who also died a short time later. Martin reproached God for taking away his beloved only son. He stopped going to

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Julio , who had come from Tablas to settle in Barok, was writing a letter, of all people, Ka Ponso, his landlord, one warm June night. It was about hiks son, Jose, who wanted to go to school in Mansalay that year. Jose was in fifth grade when Julio and his family had left Tablas the year before and migrated to Mindoro; because the father had some difficulty in getting some land of his own to farm

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Many years ago, there lived an emperor who was so excessively fond of grand new clothed that he spent all his money upon them that he might be very fine. He did not care about his soldiers, nor about the theatre, and only like to drive out and show his new clithes. He had a cout for every hour of the day; and just as they say of a king, "Her is in council," so they always said of him, "The

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The schoolmaster's name was Baard, and he had a brother named Anders. They had thought a great deal of each other, enlisted together, lived together in town, went through the war together, served in the same company, and had both risen to the rank of corporal. When they came home from the war, people said they were two fine, stalwart fellows. Then their father died. He left much personal

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The Maranaos are traditional people whose rich cultural practices continue to perplex even social scientists. Their resistance to change is seen not only in their slow modernization process, but also their continued faithfulness to customs and beliefs.Their practice of the maratabat is a mark of distinction which makes them unique among all other ethnic groups. Maratabat is equated with “hiya” or

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At 125th street, they all got off, Jeanie and her friend, Barbara, and a crowd of other boys and girls who went to the same downtown high school. Through the train window, Jeanie thought she saw the remaining passengers look at them with relief and disdain. Around her, the boys and girls pressed forward with the noisy gaiety. They were all friends now. They were home again in Harlem. A tall boy

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When the voice of the bird kwahau was first heard from the forest, when the leaes of the lanipau tree began to fall and when the nato of the ba-ro-bo trees began to bear fruit, the Manobo knew that the planting time had come. Or whenthe bright star Givang was in the eastern horizon in the evening or when the cold wind Otara began to bite, it was time for planting. The Manobo hurried to the woods

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Long ago, from the time when the world as we know it was not yet civilized, an island existed onthe far side of the seas, over-looking though divided into several tribes, peace was not a problem. Each tribe defined their land and keep off the others. For years, the said peaceful co-existence between the three groups of people remained. The Zul-on tribe resided on the northern part fed by the

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Once there was a tribe names Baatsan dominating the southern peninsula. It was ruled by an old intelligent woman who came to power with the blessing of their god Deak. She was hailed their leader three years ago when people started complaining about their former leader who was found to be abusive and corrupt, making so much out of the tribe's resources. Because of the former chieftain's

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After four earth years of space flight, the crew of the spaceship Andromeda landed on the planet of the sun Proxima in the constellation Centaurus. They were met by one of the inhabitants and brought to a village. Slowly, in orderly fashion, the town folk came out of their houses to see the strange visitors. The people were humanoid, under five feet tall, and just as amazingly thin

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Saynday was coming alone, and all ythe world was black. There was no sun on this side of the world, in the people were in darkness. The sun belong to the people on the other side, and kept it close by, so that no one could get it away from them. As Saynday was coming alone, he met some of animals. They were Fox and Deer and Bird. They were sitting together talking things over.

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Long, long ago, a kind little girl lived with her mother in a small house near a forest. Her mother was very ill with a fever. It had not rained for many days. The well was dry. The ponds were dry. There was no place were the little girl could get water. One night, the mother called the little girl to her. “I am Thirsty,” she said. “I am afraid that I shall not get better if I do not

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There was once lived a chieftain in the village in the province of Albay. He had a daughter named Magayon who was not only beautiful but was also kind – to rich and poor alike.Because of Magayon’s beauty and kindness, she had many suitors she fell in love with a young man named Matapang. His father was one of the fighters of Magayon’s father. Since Matapang was not noble at

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Long ago, when the world was very new, there was a certain lobster who was determined that the Creator had made a mistake So let set up an appointment to discuss the matter. “With all due respect,” said the lobster, “I wish to complain about the way designed my shell. You see, just I got use to one outer casing then I have to shed it for another. Very inconvenient and rather a waste of time.”

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Where the rice rice terraces rise like a stairway to heaven lived a man named Aliguyun. He was a warrior, swift, sure, and strong in the use of the spear. As a boy Aliguyun learned the skills of warfare, Amtalan, a warrior. Aliguyun’s first battledfield was the hard earth beside his house. His first weapon was the top. His first battle was with the boys of his village when they gathered to spin

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One morning late in October, an old white mare found here way into the corn field of Pantaleon Gamo, on the east side of Kabalwa Hill, in upper Barok. Ssshe was a lean , half-starved animal. Her coat of loose skin was a dull white: she had a shaggy mane, and her longish tail was glude at the tip with mud. A newly-healed wound mark her back; evidently someone had galled her and then simply turned

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One evening Ludwing van Beethoven and a friend were taking a walk. As they were passing through a narrow, dark street, they heard music coming from a little house. “Hush” Beethoven said. “it is from one of my most beautiful pieces.” Suddenly a voice said, “I cannot play anymore- it is so beauty! How I wish I could hear that piece played by someone who could do justice to it.” Without a word,

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Perhaps the first house that people live in was a cave. It was the best house for the early people because they went from place to place hunting for food. But caves were not found everywhere . Sometimes people had to dig and carve out a room on the side of the cliff. This kind of house is called a dugout. The person who carved the dugout made its entrance high above the ground. Then he made

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Maria Gomez filled her watering can in the hall and tiptoed into the science workroom, trying to keep her sneakers from squeaking on the tiled floor. “Everyone in the Science Club must have gone home already,” She thought. But as her gaze traveled to the far corner, she saw Diane Painter’s blond head bent over an experiment. The other girl raised her head and smiled. “Hi, Maria,” she said, “How’s

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Nanoy sat on one of the big boulders on the hillside overlooking extensive rice fields below. To his ears came the sound of the tambuli, long and mellow. Three times it sounded and he knew that it was Kuya Endong who was blowing the horn, calling back the carabaos and cattle from beyond the creek. How he longed to have a horn which he could call his own- one which he could carry along with him

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For the Little Boy, the first year of his stay in the public school was a momentous period of discovery and realization. The sommolent attitude that he used to have towards books was supplemented by one of excited interesst, because he found out to his amazement that words were living things which he could harness as the chariot of his dreams. He learned, to begin with, that words were not merely

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Nations and individuals have, from the earliest times, searched for peace with little success. The old Leaque of Nations and now the United Nations both commited themselves to that goal, and yet world chaos, the arms race, and wars have gone on and on. At the UN Special Session on Disarmament held June 23, 1983, British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher reminded those present that there have been

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This essay was written during the Japanese Occupation but it is as relevant today as it was then. I wrote an article some years ago on the benefits of walking. My automobiled friends praised the article politely enough, they liked it (at least they said so); the points were well taken; people should really walk more; it took someone like me to show in such graphic terms what could have been

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For centuries town and country have been regarded as being in opposition to each other. It has been suggested that the superficial differences between the two-wide-open spaces contrasting with brick and concrete-are less important than the contrasting attitudes of town and country.I am one of the many city people who are always saying that given the choice we would prefer to live in the country

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A rabbi, famed for his learning and wit, was once asked by his students why truth was always illustrated by telling stories. "That I can best explain through a story," he replied. It was a parable about the Parable itself. The students listened attentively. There was a time when Truth went among men anadorned, naked as his name. And whoever saw Truth, turned away, in fear or in shame

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It was a particularly busy day at the market. There was the usual crowd plying the stalls along the street. However, an even bigger crowd was huddled around a man at the far end of the street. He happened to be a fortune teller telling everyone's future. Everyone listened closely and they believed every word he says concerning their future. Soon, more and more men and women joined to have

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One day, two kittens whose names were Kitty and Pussy found a fish left over by some campers in the forest. Kitty quickly said, "I saw it first!" Pussy would not let go and also said "No, I saw it first!" Finally, Pussy suggested saying "Let's go and ask Brownie to divide the fish for us. What do you think?" "Alright. let us go and bring the fish to Brownie." Kitty said

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There was once a donkey that was peacefully grazing the meadows when a hungry wolf jumped from behind him. He opened his mouth wide and was ready to swallow up the poor donkey from head to foot. The donkey cried, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" The wolf stopped and wondered why, pretending to limp, the donkey dragged one of his hind legs forward with difficulty shouting!"Ow! Ouch! I think a piece of

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There was once a little fly who thought he was very important. One sunny morning, he flew around looking for someone to talk to. He saw a bull grazing in the field and decided to fly down and talk to him. The little fly flew down and buzzed around the bull's head. The bull did not bother with him. He went chewing grass. The fly then buzzed right inside the bull's ear. The bull continued chewing

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There was once a turtle who was never satisfied. He lived ont he sweet grass by the forest pool but still felt very bored. One day, he noticed a large eagle flying overhead. He looked so graceful and flying is so easy that the turtle decided he would learn to fly too. Then the eagle come to rest on a rock near the pool and the turtle saw his chance and said: "Oh handsome eagle, you fly so well.

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A big lion got trapped under a haevy trunk of a tree and could hardly move. A deer was afraid of him but it was so kind-hearted that it decided to help him get out of the heavy trunk. It scratched the soil around vigorously, then the soil under his body. After a long while, the lion was freed but he could not move easily because some parts of his body were painful. He then asked the deer

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She was an ugly bird. Her feathers were all black ans she looked so dirty. Every bird in the village don't want to play with her, especially those with silky white feathers. She was always the center of ridicule and laughter and she was always alone. But those things didn't prevent her from becoming the best of what she could be. Each morning, she would fly high and low, flapping her wings

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A long time ago, the crow and the lizard were friends. One day, the crow said to the lizard, "Tattoing makes one beautiful. Let us get some soot and tattoo each other." "I'd like that very much," agreed the lizard. So they found a pot of soot and went together to the riverbank. "You must make me pretty first!" the lizard urged the crow. The crow agreed. Taking a needle, he carefully made

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Everyday, a monkey would eat a mango and give two to a crocodile. Of these, one was for the crocodile's wife. The crocodile's wife thought that since the mangoes are tasty and the monkey eat them everyday, his heart would be tasty too. She asked her husband to invite the monkey home so that she could eat his heart. The crocodile did so reluctantly. On their way, he told the monkey the reason for

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Two buckets were talking to each other as they went and came up in an ancient well. One of the bucket said that it was very unhappy because though it came up full, it always went down empty. The second bucket, on the other hand, said that though what was said is true, it ws better to look at it the other way around. That though they went down empty, thay always came up full. It would make

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A woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into a river. He just could not afford to swim in the deep waters and could not buy another one so he just stared helplessly into the water. One moment, a fairy appeared and held out an axe made of gold to him. The woodcutter did not take it as it did not belong to him. his honesty did not allow him to take the axe made of silver either which the

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A dog sat chewing at a delicious bone that it had found near the river. It chewed the bone for a very long time and soon, this made him thirsty. It decided to go to the river to have a drink. It took the bone along as it was worried some other dog might take it away. As it stood near the river, it saw its reflection in the water. It seemed to see another dog with a bone on its mouth. And

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Two cocks one day fought to be the master of a poultry yard. When the duel was over, the victor crowed and clapped its wings in great delight. It made so much noise that an eagle passing by swooped down and carried it away. Now, the entire yard belonged to the defeated cock!

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An old man and his young son were walking along with an ass that they plan to sell in the market. As they walk down the road, they met a passerby who laughed at them because they were walking beside the beast instead of riding. So the father made the son ride on the ass's back. Further on, a traveler scolded the son for making his old father walk. With this comment, the son got off and

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I will always be a part of the world where stories have been told and retold more than a thousand times, where there are times when essentially, stories are already different from the original. Interpretations plays its significant role that is why, but i hope that this collection of fables, parables and kiddie stories will help you as my reader and me to remember the lessons and morality of the

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