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Independent Thinking

1. What do YOU think? Do you think it’s better to win because you are bigger, or because you are more clever? Why?

Short Story for Kids written by Andrea Kaczmarek

Illustrations by Sabrina Cristina.

Book design by Jade Maitre.

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An Eagle swooped from out the sky,
And carried off a sheep.
A Raven seeing him, said: “I
Could do that too if I should try.
His meal comes mighty cheap.”

Of all that well-fed flock was one
As fat as fat could be.

The Raven rose, and lit upon
Her back. She seemed to weigh a ton–
So very fat was she.

And, oh! Her wool was wondrous thick:
It would have made a mat.
The Raven’s claws are caught, and stick!
He’s played himself a pretty trick–
To fly with one so fat.

“Ba, ba!” “Caw, caw!” cry bird and beast.
The shepherd comes at last:
Sir Raven who would find a feast
Is from the woolly one released,
And in a cage kept fast.

BEDTIME FABLE written by Aesop – translated by Jean de la Fontaine – and adapted into poems by W.T. Larned

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Over-Confidence

1. What do you think this fable shows about the risks of being too confident?

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To keep the Ass fresh, so the beast would sell dear
On a pole they slung him. It surely seemed queer:
He looked, with heels up, like some huge chandelier.

One person who passed them cried out in great glee.
“Was there anything ever so silly?” said he.
“Can you guess who the greatest Ass is of those three?”

The Miller at once put the brute on the ground;
And the Ass, who had liked to ride t’other way round,
Complained in language of curious sound.

No matter. The Miller now made his Son ride,
While he followed after or walked alongside.
Then up came three merchants. The eldest one cried;

“Get down there, young fellow! I never did see
Such manners:–a gray-beard walks where you should be.
He should ride, you should follow. Just take that from me!”

“Dear Sirs,” quoth the Miller, “I’d see you content.”
He climbed to the saddle; on foot the boy went…
Three girls passed. Said one: “Do you see that old Gent?
There he sits, like a bishop. I say it’s a shame,
While that boy trudging after seems more than half lame.”
“Little girl,” said the Miller, “go back whence you came.”

Yet this young creature so worked on his mind
That he wanted no woman to call him unkind:
And he said to his Son: “Seat yourself here–behind.”

With the Ass bearing double they jogged on again,
And once more met a critic, who said: “It is plain
Only dunces would give their poor donkey such pain.

He will die with their weight: it’s a shame and a sin.
For their faithful servant they care not a pin.
They’ll have nothing to sell at the fair but his skin.”

“Dear me!” said the Miller, “what am I to do?
Must I suit the whole world and the world’s father, too?
Yet it must end some time–so I’ll see the thing through.”

Both Father and Son now decided to walk,
While the Ass marched in front with a strut and a stalk;
Yet the people who passed them continued to talk.

Said one to another: “Look there, if you please,
How they wear out their shoes, while their Ass takes his ease.
Were there ever, d’ye think, three such asses as these?”
Said the Miller: “You’re right. I’m an Ass! It is true.
Too long have I listened to people like you.
But now I am done with the whole kit and crew.

“Let them blame me or praise me, keep silent or yell,
My goings and comings they cannot compel.
I will do as I please!”…So he did–and did well.

AESOPS FABLES FOR KIDS written by AESOP and translated and rewritten from DE LA FONTAINE by W.T. LARNED

Illustrated by JOHN RAE

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SHORT STORY FOR KIDS WRITTEN BY GREYSTROKE

ILLUSTRATED BY P.G. DINESH

OTHER CREDITS: This book was originally published on Storyweaver by Pratham Books. Pratham Books is a Not-for-Profit organisation that publishes books in multiple Indian languages to promote reading among children. See www.pratham-books.org

* THE STORY ‘THE MAGIC POWDER – A FOLK TALE FROM MYANMAR’ WAS CREATED BY PRATHAM BOOKS AND IS LICENSED UNDER A CREATIVE COMMONS -BY-4.0 LICENSE. MINOR FORMATTING CHANGES HAVE BEEN MADE TO THE ORIGINAL WORK FOR EASE OF READING ON OUR WEBSITE.

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Independent Thinking, Creativity

1. Theingi’s father-in-law knew that Theingi had his heart set on being an alchemist, and so did not try and work against him. Instead he found a way for Theingi’s passion to continue, as well as for him to find the gold he sought. Why do you think this approach worked so well with Theingi?

Diligence

1. This story shows two ways of finding gold: magic, and working hard. Which do you think is the best approach to take? Why?

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There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you’re weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.

And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we’ll wander,-
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,-
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.

POEM FOR KIDS WRITTEN BY EUGENE FIELD

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Love, Empathy

1. What would you like to say to your Mummy, Daddy or special person before they goes to bed each night? What do they like best? What do you think they would like to dream about?

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“Gracious goodness me!” said Chicken-licken. “The sky must have fallen; I must go and tell the King.”

So Chicken-licken turned back, and met Henny-lenny.

“Well, Henny-lenny, where are you going?” said he.

“I’m going to the wood,” said she.

“Oh, Henny-lenny, don’t go!” said he. “For as I was going, the sky fell onto my head, and I’m going to tell the King.”

So Henny-lenny turned back with Chicken-licken, and met Cocky-locky.

“I’m going to the wood,” said he.

Then Henny-lenny said: “Oh Cocky-locky, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen onto his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Cocky-locky turned back, and they met Ducky-lucky.

“Well, Ducky-lucky, where are you going?”

And Ducky-lucky said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Cocky-locky said: “Oh! Ducky-lucky, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Henny-lenny, and Henny-lenny met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen onto his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Ducky-lucky turned back, and met Drakey-lakey.

“Well, Drakey-lakey, where are you going?”

And Drakey-lakey said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Ducky-lucky said: “Oh! Drakey-lakey, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Cocky-locky, and Cocky-locky met Henny-lenny, and Henny-lenny met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on to his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Drakey-lakey turned back, and met Goosey-loosey.

“Well, Goosey-loosey, where are you going?”

And Goosey-loosey said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Drakey-lakey said: “Oh, Goosey-loosey, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Ducky-lucky, and Ducky-lucky met Cocky-locky, and Cocky-locky met Henny-lenny, and Henny-lenny met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen onto his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Goosey-loosey turned back, and met Gander-lander.

“Well, Gander-lander, where are you going?”

And Gander-lander said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Goosey-loosey said: “Oh! Gander-lander, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Drakey-lakey, and Drakey-lakey met Ducky-lucky, and Ducky-lucky met Cocky-locky, and Cocky-locky met Henny-lenny, and Henny-lenny met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen on to his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Gander-lander turned back, and met Turkey-lurkey.

“Well, Turkey-lurkey, where are you going?”

And Turkey-lurkey said: “I’m going to the wood.”

Then Gander-lander said: “Oh! Turkey-lurkey, don’t go, for I was going, and I met Goosey-loosey, and Goosey-loosey met Drakey-lakey, and Drakey-lakey met Ducky-lucky, and Ducky-lucky met Cocky-locky, and Cocky-locky met Henny-lenny, and Henny-lenny met Chicken-licken, and Chicken-licken had been at the wood, and the sky had fallen onto his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

So Turkey-lurkey turned back, and walked with Gander-lander, Goosey-loosey, Drakey-lakey, Ducky-lucky, Cocky-locky, Henny-lenny, and Chicken-licken.

And as they were going along, they met Foxy-loxy. And Foxy-loxy said:

“Where are you going?”

And they said: “Chicken-licken went to the wood, and the sky fell onto his head, and we are going to tell the King.”

And Foxy-loxy said: “Come along with me, and I will show you the way.”

But Foxy-loxy took them into the fox’s hole, and he and his young ones soon ate up poor Chicken-licken, Henny-lenny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-lucky, Drakey-lakey, Goosey-loosey, Gander-lander, and Turkey-lurkey; and they never saw the King to tell him that the sky had fallen.

Short story for kids edited by Hamilton Wright Mabie, Edward Everett Hale, and William Byron Forbush

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Independent Thinking, Stranger Danger, Truthfulness

1. All the birds believe Chicken-licken’s story the moment he tells them the sky is falling down. By the end of the story, there are eight animals that believe the sky is falling down. Do you think the more people that believe something, the more likely it is to be true? Why or why not?

2. When Foxy-Loxy saw the six birds, he told them that he knew the way to the King’s home. What happened when they followed Foxy-Loxy? Can you think of some ways that they could have discovered that he was not telling the truth?

3. What do you think is a good thing to do before you believe anybody’s story? How are some ways that you can come to your own conclusions about things that happen in the world?

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Long, long before your great-grandfather was born there lived in the village of Everlasting Happiness two men called Li and Sing. Now, these two men were close friends, living together in the same house. Before settling down in the village of Everlasting Happiness they had ruled as high officials for more than twenty years. They had often treated the people very harshly, so that everybody, old and young, disliked and hated them. And yet, by robbing the wealthy merchants and by cheating the poor, these two evil companions had become rich, and it was in order to spend their ill-gotten gains in idle amusements that they sought out the village of Everlasting Happiness. “For here,” said they, “we can surely find that joy which has been denied us in every other place. Here we shall no longer be scorned by men and reviled by women.”

Consequently these two men bought for themselves the finest house in the village, furnished it in the most elegant manner, and decorated the walls with scrolls filled with wise sayings and pictures by famous artists. Outside there were lovely gardens   filled with flowers and birds, and oh, ever so many trees with queer twisted branches growing in the shape of tigers and other wild animals.

Whenever they felt lonely Li and Sing invited rich people of the neighbourhood to come and dine with them, and after they had eaten, sometimes they would go out upon the little lake in the centre of their estate, rowing in an awkward flat-bottomed boat that had been built by the village carpenter.

One day, on such an occasion, when the sun had been beating down fiercely upon the clean-shaven heads of all those on the little barge, for you must know this was long before the day when hats were worn—at least, in the village of Everlasting Happiness—Mr. Li was suddenly seized with a giddy feeling, which rapidly grew worse and worse until he was in a burning fever.

“Snake’s blood mixed with powdered deer-horn is the thing for him,” said the wise-looking doctor who was called in, peering at Li carefully through his huge glasses, “Be sure,” he continued, addressing Li’s personal attendant, and, at the same time, snapping his long finger-nails nervously, “be sure, above all, not to leave him alone, for he is in danger of going raving mad at any moment, and I cannot say what he may do if he is not looked after carefully. A man in his condition has no more sense than a baby.”

Now, although these words of the doctor’s really made Mr. Li angry, he was too ill to reply, for all this time his head had been growing hotter and hotter, until at last a feverish sleep overtook him. No sooner had he closed his eyes than his faithful servant, half-famished, rushed out of the room to join his fellows at their mid-day meal.

Li awoke with a start. He had slept only ten minutes. “Water, water,” he moaned, “bathe my head with cold water. I am half dead with pain!” But there was no reply, for the attendant was dining happily with his fellows.

“Air, air,” groaned Mr. Li, tugging at the collar of his silk shirt. “I’m dying for water. I’m starving for air. This blazing heat will kill me. It is hotter than the Fire god himself ever dreamed of making it. Wang, Wang!” clapping his hands feebly and calling to his servant, “air and water, air and water!”

But still no Wang.

At last, with the strength that is said to come from despair, Mr. Li arose from his couch and staggered toward the doorway. Out he went into the paved courtyard, and then, after only a moment’s hesitation, made his way across it into a narrow passage that led into the lake garden.

“What do they care for a man when he is sick?” he muttered. “My good friend Sing is doubtless even now enjoying his afternoon nap, with a servant standing by to fan him, and a block of ice near his head to cool the air. What does he care if I die of a raging fever? Doubtless he expects to inherit all my money. And my servants! That rascal Wang has been with me these ten years, living on me and growing lazier every season! What does he care if I pass away? Doubtless he is certain that Sing’s servants will think of something for him to do, and he will have even less work than he has now. Water, water! I shall die if I don’t soon find a place to soak myself!”

So saying, he arrived at the bank of a little brook that flowed in through a water gate at one side of the garden and emptied itself into the big fish-pond. Flinging himself down by a little stream Li bathed his hands and wrists in the cool water. How delightful! If only it were deep enough to cover his whole body, how gladly would he cast himself in and enjoy the bliss of its refreshing embrace!

For a long time he lay on the ground, rejoicing at his escape from the doctor’s clutches. Then, as the fever began to rise again, he sprang up with a determined cry, “What am I waiting for? I will do it. There’s no one to prevent me, and it will do me a world of good. I will cast myself head first into the fish-pond. It is not deep enough near the shore to drown me if I should be too weak to swim, and I am sure it will restore me to strength and health.”

He hastened along the little stream, almost running in his eagerness to reach the deeper water of the pond. He was like some small Tom Brown who had escaped from the watchful eye of the master and run out to play in a forbidden spot.

Hark! Was that a servant calling? Had Wang discovered the absence of his employer? Would he sound the alarm, and would the whole place soon be alive with men searching for the fever-stricken patient?

With one last sigh of satisfaction Li flung himself, clothes and all, into the quiet waters of the fish-pond. Now Li had been brought up in Fukien province on the seashore, and was a skilful swimmer. He dived and splashed to his heart’s content, then floated on the surface. “It takes me back to my boyhood,” he cried, “why, oh why, is it not the fashion to swim? I’d love to live in the water all the time and yet some of my countrymen are even more afraid than a cat of getting their feet wet. As for me, I’d give anything to stay here for ever.”

“You would, eh?” chuckled a hoarse voice just under him, and then there was a sort of wheezing sound, followed by a loud burst of laughter. Mr. Li jumped as if an arrow had struck him, but when he noticed the fat, ugly monster below, his fear turned into anger. “Look here, what do you mean by giving a fellow such a start! Don’t you know what the Classics say about such rudeness?”

The giant fish laughed all the louder. “What time do you suppose I have for Classics? You make me laugh till I cry!”

“But you must answer my question,” cried Mr. Li, more and more persistently, forgetting for the moment that he was not trying some poor culprit for a petty crime. “Why did you laugh? Speak out at once, fellow!”

“Well, since you are such a saucy piece,” roared the other, “I will tell you. It was because you awkward creatures, who call yourselves men, the most highly civilized beings in the world, always think you understand a thing fully when you have only just found out how to do it.”

“You are talking about the Japanese,” interrupted Mr. Li, “We Chinese seldom undertake to do anything new.”

“Just hear the man!” chuckled the fish. “Now, fancy your wishing to stay in the water for ever! What do you know about water? Why you’re not even provided with the proper equipment for swimming. What would you do if you really lived here always?”

“What am I doing now?” spluttered Mr. Li, so angry that he sucked in a mouthful of water before he knew it.

“Floundering,” retorted the other.

“Don’t you see me swimming? Are those big eyes of yours made of glass?”

“Yes, I see you all right,” guffawed the fish, “that’s just it! I see you too well. Why you tumble about as awkwardly as a water buffalo wallowing in a mud puddle!”

Now, as Mr. Li had always considered himself an expert in water sports, he was, by this time, speechless with rage, and all he could do was to paddle feebly round and round with strokes just strong enough to keep himself from sinking.

“Then, too,” continued the fish, more and more calm as the other lost his temper, “you have a very poor arrangement for breathing. If I am not mistaken, at the bottom of this pond you would find yourself worse off than I should be at the top of a palm tree. What would you do to keep yourself from starving? Do you think it would be convenient if you had to flop yourself out on to the land every time you wanted a bite to eat? And yet, being a man, I doubt seriously if you would be content to take the proper food for fishes. You have hardly a single feature that would make you contented if you were to join an under-water school. Look at your clothes, too, water-soaked and heavy. Do you think them suitable to protect you from cold and sickness? Nature forgot to give you any scales. Now I’m going to tell you a joke, so you must be sure to laugh. Fishes are like grocery shops—always judged by their scales. As you haven’t a sign of a scale, how will people judge you? See the point, eh? Nature gave you a skin, but forgot the outer covering, except, perhaps at the ends of your fingers and your toes You surely see by this time why I consider your idea ridiculous?”

Sure enough, in spite of his recent severe attack of fever, Mr. Li had really cooled completely off. He had never understood before what great disadvantages there were connected with being a man. Why not make use of this chance acquaintance, find out from him how to get rid of that miserable possession he had called his manhood, and gain the delights that only a fish can have? “Then, are you indeed contented with your lot?” he asked finally. “Are there not moments when you would prefer to be a man?”

“I, a man!” thundered the other, lashing the water with his tail. “How dare you suggest such a disgraceful change! Can it be that you do not know my rank? Why, my fellow, you behold in me a favourite nephew of the king!”

“Then, may it please your lordship,” said Mr. Li, softly, “I should be exceedingly grateful if you would speak a kind word for me to your master. Do you think it possible that he could change me in some manner into a fish and accept me as a subject?”

“Of course!” replied the other, “all things are possible to the king. Know you not that my sovereign is a loyal descendant of the great water dragon, and, as such, can never die, but lives on and on and on, for ever and ever and ever, like the ruling house of Japan?”

“Oh, oh!” gasped Mr. Li, “even the Son of Heaven, our most worshipful emperor, cannot boast of such long years. Yes, I would give my fortune to be a follower of your imperial master.”

“Then follow me,” laughed the other, starting off at a rate that made the water hiss and boil for ten feet around him.

Mr. Li struggled vainly to keep up. If he had thought himself a good swimmer, he now saw his mistake and every bit of remaining pride was torn to tatters. “Please wait a moment,” he cried out politely, “I beg of you to remember that I am only a man!”

“Pardon me,” replied the other, “it was stupid of me to forget, especially as I had just been talking about it.”

Soon they reached a sheltered inlet at the farther side of the pond. There Mr. Li saw a gigantic carp idly floating about in a shallow pool, and then lazily flirting his huge tail or fluttering his fins proudly from side to side. Attendant courtiers darted hither and thither, ready to do the master’s slightest bidding. One of them, splendidly attired in royal scarlet, announced, with a downward flip of the head, the approach of the King’s nephew who was leading Mr. Li to an audience with his Majesty.

“Whom have you here, my lad?” began the ruler, as his nephew, hesitating for words to explain his strange request, moved his fins nervously backwards and forwards. “Strange company, it seems to me, you are keeping these days.”

“Only a poor man, most royal sir,” replied the other, “who beseeches your Highness to grant him your gracious favour.”

“When man asks favour of a fish,
‘Tis hard to penetrate his wish—
He often seeks a lordly dish
To serve upon his table,”

repeated the king, smiling. “And yet, nephew, you think this fellow is really peaceably inclined and is not coming among us as a spy?”

Before his friend could answer, Mr. Li had cast himself upon his knees in the shallow water, before the noble carp, and bowed thrice, until his face was daubed with mud from the bottom of the pool. “Indeed, your Majesty, I am only a poor mortal who seeks your kindly grace. If you would but consent to receive me into your school of fishes. I would for ever be your ardent admirer and your lowly slave.”

“In sooth, the fellow talks as if in earnest,” remarked the king, after a moment’s reflection, “and though the request is, perhaps, the strangest to which I have ever listened, I really see no reason why I should not turn a fishly ear. But, have the goodness first to cease your bowing. You are stirring up enough mud to plaster the royal palace of a shark.”

Poor Li, blushing at the monarch’s reproof, waited patiently for the answer to his request.

“Very well, so be it,” cried the king impulsively, “your wish is granted. Sir Trout,” turning to one of his courtiers, “bring hither a fish-skin of proper size for this ambitious fellow.”

No sooner said than done. The fish-skin was slipped over Mr. Li’s head, and his whole body was soon tucked snugly away in the scaly coat. Only his arms remained uncovered. In the twinkling of an eye Li felt sharp pains shoot through every part of his body. His arms began to shrivel up and his hands changed little by little until they made an excellent pair of fins, just as good as those of the king himself. As for his legs and feet, they suddenly began to stick together until, wriggle as he would, Li could not separate them. “Ah, ha!” thought he, “my kicking days are over, for my toes are now turned into a first-class tail.”

“Not so fast,” laughed the king, as Li, after thanking the royal personage profusely, started out to try his new fins; “not so fast, my friend. Before you depart, perhaps I’d better give you a little friendly advice, else your new powers are likely to land you on the hook of some lucky fisherman, and you will find yourself served up as a prize of the pond.”

“I will gladly listen to your lordly counsel, for the words of the Most High to his lowly slave are like pearls before sea slugs. However, as I was once a man myself I think I understand the simple tricks they use to catch us fish, and I am therefore in position to avoid trouble.”

“Don’t be so sure about it. ‘A hungry carp often falls into danger,’ as one of our sages so wisely remarked. There are two cautions I would impress upon you. One is, never, never, eat a dangling worm; no matter how tempting it looks there are sure to be horrible hooks inside. Secondly, always swim like lightning if you see a net, but in the opposite direction. Now, I will have you served your first meal out of the royal pantry, but after that, you must hunt for yourself, like every other self-respecting citizen of the watery world.”

After Li had been fed with several slugs, followed by a juicy worm for dessert, and after again thanking the king and the king’s nephew for their kindness, he started forth to test his tail and fins. It was no easy matter, at first, to move them properly. A single flirt of the tail, no more vigorous than those he had been used to giving with his legs, would send him whirling round and round in the water, for all the world like a living top; and when he wriggled his fins, ever so slightly, as he thought, he found himself sprawling on his back in a most ridiculous fashion for a dignified member of fishkind. It took several hours of constant practice to get the proper stroke, and then he found he could move about without being conscious of any effort. It was the easiest thing he had ever done in his life; and oh! the water was so cool and delightful! “Would that I might enjoy that endless life the poets write of!” he murmured blissfully.

Many hours passed by until at last Li was compelled to admit that, although he was not tired, he was certainly hungry. How to get something to eat? Oh! why had he not asked the friendly nephew a few simple questions? How easily his lordship might have told him the way to get a good breakfast! But alas! without such advice, it would be a whale’s task to accomplish it. Hither and thither he swam, into the deep still water, and along the muddy shore; down, down to the pebbly bottom—always looking, looking for a tempting worm. He dived into the weeds and rushes, poked his nose among the lily pads. All for nothing! No fly or worm of any kind to gladden his eager eyes! Another hour passed slowly away, and all the time his hunger was growing greater and greater. Would the fish god, the mighty dragon, not grant him even one little morsel to satisfy his aching stomach, especially since, now that he was a fish, he had no way of tightening up his belt, as hungry soldiers do when they are on a forced march?

Just as Li was beginning to think he could not wriggle his tail an instant longer, and that soon, very soon, he would feel himself slipping, slipping, slipping down to the bottom of the pond to die—at that very moment, chancing to look up, he saw, oh joy! a delicious red worm dangling a few inches above his nose. The sight gave new strength to his weary fins and tail. Another minute, and he would have had the delicate morsel in his mouth, when alas! he chanced to recall the advice given him the day before by great King Carp. “No matter how tempting it looks, there are sure to be horrible hooks inside.” For an instant Li hesitated. The worm floated a trifle nearer to his half-open mouth. How tempting! After all, what was a hook to a fish when he was dying? Why be a coward? Perhaps this worm was an exception to the rule, or perhaps, perhaps any thing—really a fish in such a plight as Mr. Li could not be expected to follow advice—even the advice of a real KING.

Pop! He had it in his mouth. Oh, soft morsel, worthy of a king’s desire! Now he could laugh at words of wisdom, and eat whatever came before his eye. But ugh! What was that strange feeling that—Ouch! it was the fatal hook!

With one frantic jerk, and a hundred twists and turns, poor Li sought to pull away from the cruel barb that stuck so fast in the roof of his mouth. It was now too late to wish he had kept away from temptation. Better far to have starved at the bottom of the cool pond than to be jerked out by some miserable fisherman to the light and sunshine of the busy world. Nearer and nearer he approached the surface. The more he struggled the sharper grew the cruel barb. Then, with one final splash, he found himself dangling in mid-air, swinging helplessly at the end of a long line. With a chunk he fell into a flat-bottomed boat, directly on top of several smaller fish.

“Ah, a carp!” shouted a well-known voice gleefully; “the biggest fish I’ve caught these three moons. What good luck!”

It was the voice of old Chang, the fisherman, who had been supplying Mr. Li’s table ever since that official’s arrival in the village of Everlasting Happiness. Only a word of explanation, and he, Li, would be free once more to swim about where he willed. And then there should be no more barbs for him. An escaped fish fears the hook.

“I say, Chang,” he began, gasping for breath, “really now, you must chuck me overboard at once, for, don’t you see, I am Mr. Li, your old master. Come, hurry up about it. I’ll excuse you this time for your mistake, for, of course, you had no way of knowing. Quick!”

But Chang, with a savage jerk, pulled the hook from Li’s mouth, and looked idly towards the pile of glistening fish, gloating over his catch, and wondering how much money he could demand for it. He had heard nothing of Mr. Li’s remarks, for Chang had been deaf since childhood.

“Quick, quick, I am dying for air,” moaned poor Li, and then, with a groan, he remembered the fisherman’s affliction.

By this time they had arrived at the shore, and Li, in company with his fellow victims, found himself suddenly thrown into a wicker basket. Oh, the horrors of that journey on land! Only a tiny bit of water remained in the closely-woven thing. It was all he could do to breathe.

Joy of joys! At the door of his own house he saw his good friend Sing just coming out. “Hey, Sing,” he shouted, at the top of his voice, “help, help! This son of a turtle wants to murder me. He has me in here with these fish, and doesn’t seem to know that I am Li, his master. Kindly order him to take me to the lake and throw me in, for it’s cool there and I like the water life much better than that on land.”

Li paused to hear Sing’s reply, but there came not a single word.

“I beg your honour to have a look at my catch,” said old Chang to Sing. “Here is the finest fish of the season. I have brought him here so that you and my honoured master, Mr. Li, may have a treat. Carp is his favourite delicacy.”

“Very kind of you, my good Chang, I’m sure, but I fear poor Mr. Li will not eat fish for some time. He has a bad attack of fever.”

“There’s where you’re wrong,” shouted Li, from his basket, flopping about with all his might, to attract attention, “I’m going to die of a chill. Can’t you recognise your old friend? Help me out of this trouble and you may have all my money for your pains.”

“Hey, what’s that!” questioned Sing, attracted, as usual, by the word money. “Shades of Confucius! It sounds as if the carp were talking.”

“What, a talking fish,” laughed Chang. “Why, master, I’ve lived nigh on to sixty year, and such a fish has never come under my sight. There are talking birds and talking beasts for that matter; but talking fish, who ever heard of such a wonder? No, I think your ears must have deceived you, but this carp will surely cause talk when I get him into the kitchen. I’m sure the cook has never seen his like. Oh, master! I hope you will be hungry when you sit down to this fish. What a pity Mr. Li couldn’t help you to devour it!”

“Help to devour myself, eh?” grumbled poor Li, now almost dead for lack of water. “You must take me for a cannibal, or some other sort of savage.”

Old Chang had now gone round the house to the servants’ quarters, and, after calling out the cook, held up poor Li by the tail for the chef to inspect.

With a mighty jerk Li tore himself away and fell at the feet of his faithful cook. “Save me, save me!” he cried out in despair; “this miserable Chang is deaf and doesn’t know that I am Mr. Li, his master. My fish voice is not strong enough for his hearing. Only take me back to the pond and set me free. You shall have a pension for life, wear good clothes and eat good food, all the rest of your days. Only hear me and obey! Listen, my dear cook, listen!”

“The thing seems to be talking,” muttered the cook, “but such wonders cannot be. Only ignorant old women or foreigners would believe that a fish could talk.” And seizing his former master by the tail, he swung him on to a table, picked up a knife, and began to whet it on a stone.

“Oh, oh!” screamed Li, “you will stick a knife into me! You will scrape off my beautiful shiny scales! You will whack off my lovely new fins! You will murder your old master!”

“Well, you won’t talk much longer,” growled the cook, “I’ll show you a trick or two with the blade.”

So saying, with a gigantic thrust, he plunged the knife deep into the body of the trembling victim.

With a shrill cry of horror and despair, Mr. Li awoke from the deep sleep into which he had fallen. His fever was gone, but he found himself trembling with fear at thought of the terrible death that had come to him in dreamland.

“Thanks be to Buddha, I am not a fish!” he cried out joyfully; “and now I shall be well enough to enjoy the feast to which Mr. Sing has bidden guests for to-morrow. But alas, now that I can eat the old fisherman’s prize carp, I see it as eating myself!”

SHORT STORY FOR CHILDREN BY NORMAN HINSDALE PITMAN

LET’S CHAT ABOUT THE STORIES ~ IDEAS FOR TALKING WITH KIDS

Empathy

1. What do you think it would feel like to be a cow? How about a chicken?

2. What would be the nicest thing about being a horse?

3. What would be the worst thing about being a snail?

4. What do you think a fish would be surprised about, if it were to become you for a day?

5. Do you think animals are different to humans? Why or why not?

Communication

1. When Lin was pulled out of the water, he couldn’t speak to his old friends to tell them that he was a man that looked like a fish. If animals could talk, what do you think they would want to say to us?

2. Do you think that animals don’t feel anything because they can’t talk? Why or why not?

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THE FOX & THE GRAPES

This Fox has a longing for grapes,
He jumps, but the bunch still escapes.
So he goes away sour;
And, ’tis said, to this hour
Declares that he’s no taste for grapes.

THE GRAPES OF DISAPPOINTMENT ARE ALWAYS SOUR

THE COCK & THE PEARL

A rooster, while scratching for grain,
Found a Pearl. He just paused to explain
That a jewel’s no good
To a fowl wanting food,
And then kicked it aside with disdain.

IF HE ASK BREAD WILL YE GIVE HIM A STONE?

THE WOLF AND THE LAMB

A wolf, wanting lamb for his dinner,
Growled out—“Lamb you wronged me, you sinner.”
Bleated Lamb—“Nay, not true!”
Answered Wolf—“Then ’twas Ewe—
Ewe or lamb, you will serve for my dinner.”

FRAUD AND VIOLENCE HAVE NO SCRUPLES

THE WIND & THE SUN

The Wind and the Sun had a bet,
The wayfarers’ cloak which should get:
Blew the Wind—the cloak clung:
Shone the Sun—the cloak flung
Showed the Sun had the best of it yet.

TRUE STRENGTH IS NOT BLUSTER

KING LOG & KING STORK

The Frogs prayed to Jove for a king:
“Not a log, but a livelier thing.”
Jove sent them a Stork,
Who did royal work,
For he gobbled them up, did their king.

DON’T HAVE KINGS

THE FRIGHTENED LION

A Bull Frog, according to rule,
Sat a-croak in his usual pool:
And he laughed in his heart
As a Lion did start
In a fright from the brink like a fool.

IMAGINARY FEARS ARE THE WORST

THE MOUSE & THE LION

A poor thing the Mouse was, and yet,
When the Lion got caught in a net,
All his strength was no use
’Twas the poor little Mouse
Who nibbled him out of the net.

SMALL CAUSES MAY PRODUCE GREAT RESULTS

THE MARRIED MOUSE

So the Mouse had Miss Lion for bride;
Very great was his joy and his pride:
But it chanced that she put
On her husband her foot,
And the weight was too much, so he died.

ONE MAY BE TOO AMBITIOUS

HERCULES & THE WAGGONER

When the God saw the Waggoner kneel,
Crying, “Hercules! Lift me my wheel
From the mud, where ’tis stuck!”
He laughed—“No such luck;
Set your shoulder yourself to the wheel.”

THE GODS HELP THOSE WHO HELP THEMSELVES

THE LAZY HOUSEMAIDS

Two Maids killed the Rooster whose warning
Awoke them too soon every morning:
But small were their gains,
For their Mistress took pains
To rouse them herself without warning.

LAZINESS IS ITS OWN PUNISHMENT

THE SNAKE & THE FILE

A Snake, in a fix, tried a File
For a dinner. “’Tis not worth your while,”
Said the steel, “don’t mistake;
I’m accustomed to take,
To give’s not the way of a File.”

WE MAY MEET OUR MATCH

THE FOX & THE CROW

Said sly Fox to the Crow with the cheese,
“Let me hear your sweet voice, now do please!”
And this Crow, being weak,
Cawed the bit from her beak—
“Music charms,” said the Fox, “and here’s cheese!”
BEWARE OF FLATTERERS

THE DOG IN THE MANGER

A Cow sought a mouthful of hay;
But a Dog in the manger there lay,
And he snapped out “how now?”
When most mildly, the Cow
Adventured a morsel to pray.

DON’T BE SELFISH

THE FROG & THE BULL

Said the Frog, quite puffed up to the eyes,
“Was this Bull about me as to size?”
“Rather bigger, frog-brother.”
“Puff, puff,” said the other,
“A Frog is a Bull if he tries!”

BRAG IS NOT ALWAYS BELIEF

THE FOX & THE CRANE

You have heard how Sir Fox treated Crane:
With soup in a plate. When again
They dined, a long bottle
Just suited Crane’s throttle;
And Sir Fox licked the outside in vain.

THERE ARE GAMES THAT TWO CAN PLAY AT

HORSE AND MAN

When the Horse first took Man on his back,
To help him the Stag to attack;
How little his dread,
As the enemy fled,
Man would make him his slave & his hack.

ADVANTAGES MAY BE DEARLY BOUGHT

THE ASS & THE ENEMY

“Get up! let us flee from the Foe,”
Said the Man: but the Ass said, “Why so?”
“Will they double my load,
Or my blows? Then, by goad,
And by stirrup, I’ve no cause to go.”

YOUR REASONS ARE NOT MINE

THE FOX & THE MOSQUITOES

Being plagued with Mosquitoes one day,
Said old Fox, “pray don’t send them away,
For a hungrier swarm
Would work me more harm;
I had rather the full ones should stay.”

THERE WERE POLITICIANS IN ÆSOP’S TIME

THE FOX & THE LION

The first time the Fox had a sight
Of the Lion, he ’most died of fright;
When he next met his eye,
Fox felt just a bit shy;
But the next—quite at ease, & polite.

FAMILIARITY DESTROYS FEAR

THE MISER & HIS GOLD

He buried his Gold in a hole.
One saw, and the treasure he stole.
Said another, “What matter?
Don’t raise such a clatter,
You can still go & sit by the hole.”

USE ALONE GIVES VALUE

THE GOLDEN EGGS

A golden Egg, one every day,
That simpleton’s Goose used to lay;
So he killed the poor thing,
Swifter fortune to bring,
And dined off his fortune that day.

GREED OVEREACHES ITSELF

THE MAN THAT PLEASED NONE

Through the town this good Man & his Son
Strove to ride as to please everyone:
Self, Son, or both tried,
Then the Ass had a ride;
While the world, at their efforts, poked fun.

YOU CANNOT HOPE TO PLEASE ALL—DON’T TRY

THE OAK & THE REEDS

Giant Oak, in his strength & his scorn
Of the winds, by the roots was uptorn:
But slim Reeds at his side,
The fierce gale did outride,
Since, by bending the burden was borne.

BEND, NOT BREAK

THE FIR & THE BRAMBLE

The Fir-tree looked down on the Bramble.
“Poor thing, only able to scramble
About on the ground.”
Just then an axe’ sound
Made the Fir wish himself but a Bramble.

PRIDE OF PLACE HAS ITS DISADVANTAGES

THE TREES & THE WOODMAN

The Trees ask of Man what he lacks;
“One bit, just to handle my axe?”
All he asks—well and good:
But he cuts down the wood,
So well does he handle his axe!

“GIVE ME AN INCH & I’LL TAKE AN ELL”

THE HART & THE VINE

A Hart by the hunters pursued,
Safely hid in a Vine, till he chewed
The sweet tender green,
And, through shaking leaves seen,
He was slain by his ingratitude.

SPARE YOUR BENEFACTORS

THE MAN & THE SNAKE

In pity he brought the poor Snake
To be warmed at his fire. A mistake!
For the ungrateful thing
Wife & children would sting.
I have known some as bad as the Snake.

BEWARE HOW YOU ENTERTAIN TRAITORS

THE FOX & THE MASK

A Fox with his foot on a Mask,
Thus took the fair semblance to task;
“You’re a real handsome face;
But what part of your case
Are your brains in, good Sir! let me ask?”

MASKS ARE THE FACES OF SHAMS

THE ASS IN THE LION’S SKIN

“What pranks I shall play!” thought the Ass,
“In this skin for a Lion to pass;”
But he left one ear out,
And a hiding, no doubt,
“Lion” had—on the skin of an Ass!

IMPOSTERS GENERALLY FORGET SOMETHING

THE LION & THE STATUE

On a Statue—king Lion dethroned,
Showing conqueror Man,—Lion frowned.
“If a Lion, you know,
Had been sculptor, he’d show
Lion rampant, and Man on the ground.”

THE STORY DEPENDS ON THE TELLER

THE BOASTER

In the house, in the market, the streets,
Everywhere he was boasting his feats;
Till one said, with a sneer,
“Let us see it done here!
What’s so oft done with ease, one repeats.”

DEEDS NOT WORDS

THE VAIN JACKDAW

“Fine feathers,” Jack thought, “make fine fowls;
I’ll be envied of bats & of owls:”
But the peacocks’ proud eyes
Saw through his disguise,
And Jack fled the assembly of fowls.

BORROWED PLUMES ARE SOON DISCOVERED

THE PEACOCK’S COMPLAINT

The Peacock considered it wrong
That he had not the nightingale’s song;
So to Juno he went,
She replied, “Be content
With thy having, & hold thy fool’s tongue!”

DO NOT QUARREL WITH NATURE

THE TWO JARS

“Never fear!” said The Brass to the Clay
Of two Jars that the flood bore away:
“Keep you close to my side!”
But the porcelain replied,
“I’ll be smashed if beside you I stay.”

OUR FRIEND OUR ENEMY

THE TWO CRABS

“So awkward, so shambling a gait!”
Mrs Crab did her daughter berate,
Who rejoined, “It is true
I am backward; but you
Needed lessons in walking quite late.”

LOOK AT HOME

BROTHER & SISTER

Twin children: the Girl, she was plain;
The Brother was handsome & vain;
“Let him brag of his looks,”
Father said; “mind your books!
The best beauty is bred in the brain.”

HANDSOME IS AS HANDSOME DOES

THE FOX WITHOUT A TAIL

Said Fox, minus tail in a trap,
“My friends! here’s a lucky mishap:
Give your tails a short lease!”
But the foxes weren’t geese,
And none followed the fashion of trap.

YET SOME FASHIONS HAVE NO BETTER REASON

THE DOG & THE SHADOW

His image the Dog did not know,
Or his bone’s, in the pond’s painted show:
“T’other dog,” so he thought
“Has got more than he ought,”
So he snapped, & his dinner saw go!

GREED IS SOMETIMES CAUGHT BY ITS OWN BAIT

THE CROW & THE PITCHER

How the cunning old Crow got his drink
When ’twas low in the pitcher, just think!
Don’t say that he spilled it!
With pebbles he filled it,
Till the water rose up to the brink.

USE YOUR WITS

THE EAGLE AND THE CROW

The Eagle flew off with a lamb;
Then the Crow thought to lift an old ram,
In his eaglish conceit,
The wool tangled his feet,
And the shepherd laid hold of the sham.

BEWARE OF OVERRATING YOUR OWN POWERS

THE BLIND DOE

A poor half-blind Doe her one eye
Kept shoreward, all danger to spy,
As she fed by the sea,
Poor innocent! she
Was shot from a boat passing by.

WATCH ON ALL SIDES

THE GEESE & THE CRANES

The Geese joined the Cranes in some wheat;
All was well, till, disturbed at their treat,
Light-winged, the Cranes fled,
But the slow Geese, well fed,
Couldn’t rise, and were caught in retreat.

BEWARE OF ENTERPRISES WHERE THE RISKS ARE NOT EQUAL

THE TRUMPETER TAKEN PRISONER

A Trumpeter, prisoner made,
Hoped his life would be spared when he said
He’d no part in the fight,
But they answered him—“Right,
But what of the music you made?”

SONGS MAY SERVE A CAUSE AS WELL AS SWORDS

HOT AND COLD

When to warm his cold fingers man blew,
And again, but to cool the hot stew;
Simple Satyr, unused
To man’s ways, felt confused,
When the same mouth blew hot & cold too!

ÆSOP AIMED AT DOUBLE DEALING

NEITHER BEAST NOR BIRD

A Beast he would be, or a bird,
As might suit, thought the Bat: but he erred.
When the battle was done,
He found that no one
Would take him for friend at his word.

BETWEEN TWO STOOLS YOU MAY COME TO THE GROUND

THE STAG IN THE OX STALL

Safe enough lay the poor hunted Deer
In the ox-stall, with nothing to fear
From the careless-eyed men:
Till the Master came; then
There was no hiding-place for the Deer.

AN EYE IS KEEN IN ITS OWN INTEREST

THE DEER & THE LION

From the hounds the swift Deer sped away,
To his cave, where in past times he lay
Well concealed; unaware
Of a Lion couched there,
For a spring that soon made him his prey.

FATE CAN MEET AS WELL AS FOLLOW

THE LION IN LOVE

Though the Lion in love let them draw
All his teeth, and pare down every claw,
He’d no bride for his pains,
For they beat out his brains
Ere he set on his maiden a paw.

OUR VERY MEANS MAY DEFEAT OUR ENDS

THE CAT AND VENUS

“Might his Cat be a woman,” he said:
Venus changed her: the couple were wed:
But a mouse in her sight
Metamorphosed her quite,
And for bride, a cat found he instead.

NATURE WILL OUT

MICE IN COUNCIL

Against Cat sat a Council of Mice.
Every Mouse came out prompt with advice;
And a bell on Cat’s throat
Would have met a round vote,
Had the bell-hanger not been so nice.

THE BEST POLICY OFTEN TURNS ON AN IF

THE HEN AND THE FOX

The Hen roosted high on her perch;
Hungry Fox down below, on the search,
Coaxed her hard to descend
She replied, “Most dear friend!
I feel more secure on my perch.”

BEWARE OF INTERESTED FRIENDSHIPS

THE CAT AND THE FOX

The Fox said “I can play, when it fits,
Many wiles that with man make me quits.”
“But my trick’s up a tree!”
Said the Cat, safe to see
Clever Fox hunted out of his wits.

TRUST TO SKILL RATHER THAN WIT

THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE

’Twas a race between Tortoise and Hare,
Puss was sure she’d so much time to spare,
That she lay down to sleep,
And let old Thick-shell creep
To the winning post first!—You may stare.

PERSISTENCE BEATS IMPULSE

THE HARES AND THE FROGS

Timid Hares, from the trumpeting wind,
Fled as swift as the fear in their mind;
Till in fright from their fear,
From the green sedges near,
Leaping Frogs left their terror behind.

OUR OWN ARE NOT THE ONLY TROUBLES

PORCUPINE, SNAKE, & COMPANY

Going shares with the Snakes, Porcupine
Said—“the best of the bargain is mine:”
Nor would he back down,
When the snake would disown
The agreement his quills made them sign.

HASTY PARTNERSHIPS MAY BE REPENTED OF

THE BEAR & THE BEES

“Their honey I’ll have when I please;
Who cares for such small things as Bees?”
Said the Bear; but the stings
Of these very small things
Left him not very much at his ease.

THE WEAKEST UNITED MAY BE STRONG TO AVENGE

THE BUNDLE OF STICKS

To his sons, who fell out, father spake:
“This Bundle of Sticks you can’t break;
Take them singly, with ease,
You may break as you please,
So, dissension your strength will unmake.”

STRENGTH IS IN UNITY

THE FARMER’S TREASURE

“Dig deeply, my Sons! through this field!
There’s a Treasure”—he died: unrevealed
The spot where ’twas laid,
They dug as he bade;
And the Treasure was found in the yield.

PRODUCTIVE LABOUR IS THE ONLY SOURCE OF WEALTH

THE COCK, THE ASS & THE LION

The Ass gave a horrible bray,
Cock crowed; Lion scampered away;
Ass judged he was scared
By the bray, and so dared
To pursue; Lion ate him they say.

DON’T TAKE ALL THE CREDIT TO YOURSELF

THE ASS AND THE LAP DOG

“How Master that little Dog pets!”
Thinks the Ass; & with jealousy frets,
So he climbs Master’s knees,
Hoping dog-like to please,
And a drubbing is all that he gets.

ASSES MUST NOT EXPECT TO BE FONDLED

FORTUNE AND THE BOY

A Boy heedless slept by the well
By Dame Fortune awaked, truth to tell,
Said she, “Hadst been drowned,
’Twould have surely been found
This by Fortune, not Folly befel.”

FORTUNE IS NOT ANSWERABLE FOR OUR WANT OF FORESIGHT

THE UNGRATEFUL WOLF

To the Wolf, from whose throat Dr Crane
Drew the bone, his long bill made it plain
He expected his fee:
Snarled Wolf—“Fiddle de dee,
Be thankful your head’s out again.”

SOME CHARACTERS HAVE NO SENSE OF OBLIGATION

THE FISHERMAN & THE FISH

Prayed the Fish, as the Fisherman took
Him, a poor little mite, from his hook,
“Let me go! I’m so small.”
He replied, “Not at all!
You’re the biggest, perhaps in the brook.”

A LITTLE CERTAINTY IS BETTER THAN A GREAT CHANCE

THE HERDSMAN’S VOWS

A Kid vowed to Jove, so might he
Find his herd, & his herd did he see
Soon, of lions the prey:
Then ’twas—“Get me away,
And a goat of the best take for fee.”

HOW OFTEN WOULD WE MEND OUR WISHES!

THE HORSE AND THE ASS

Overladen the Ass was. The Horse
Wouldn’t help; but had time for remorse
When the Ass lay dead there;
For he then had to bear
Both the load of the Ass & his corse.

GRUDGE NOT HELP!

THE ASS & THE SICK LION

Crafty Lion,—perhaps with the gout,
Kept his cave; where, to solve any doubt,
Many visitors go:
But the Ass, he said “No!
They go in, but I’ve seen none come out.”

REASON FROM RESULTS

AESOPS FABLES FOR KIDS by AESOP and illustrated by WALTER CRANE

Independent Thinking

1. Are there any of the fables that you disagree with? Why?

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