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I.Title: Jack and the Beanstalk
Author: Joseph Jacobs

There was once upon a time a poor widow who had an only son
named Jack, and a cow named Milky-White. And all they had to live on was
the milk the cow gave every morning, which they carried to the market and
sold. But one morning Milky-White gave no milk, and they didn't know what
to do.
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the widow, wringing her hands.
"Cheer up, mother, I'll go and get work somewhere," said Jack.
"We've tried that before, and nobody would take you," said his mother. "We
must sell Milky-White and with the money start a shop, or something."
"All right, mother," says Jack. "It's market day today, and I'll soon sell Milky-
White, and then we'll see what we can do."
So he took the cow's halter in his hand, and off he started. He hadn't gone
far when he met a funny-looking old man, who said to him, "Good morning,
Jack."
"Good morning to you," said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name.
"Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said the man.
"I'm going to market to sell our cow there."
"Oh, you look the proper sort of chap to sell cows," said the man. "I wonder
if you know how many beans make five."
"Two in each hand and one in your mouth," says Jack, as sharp as a needle.
"Right you are," says the man, "and here they are, the very beans
themselves," he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of strange-
looking beans. "As you are so sharp," says he, "I don't mind doing a swap
with you -- your cow for these beans."
"Go along," says Jack. "Wouldn't you like it?"
"Ah! You don't know what these beans are," said the man. "If you plant
them overnight, by morning they grow right up to the sky."
"Really?" said Jack. "You don't say so."
"Yes, that is so. And if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have your cow
back."
"Right," says Jack, and hands him over Milky-White's halter and pockets the
beans.
Back goes Jack home, and as he hadn't gone very far it wasn't dusk by the
time he got to his door.
"Back already, Jack?" said his mother. "I see you haven't got Milky-White, so
you've sold her. How much did you get for her?"
"You'll never guess, mother," says Jack.
"No, you don't say so. Good boy! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? No, it can't be
twenty."
"I told you you couldn't guess. What do you say to these beans? They're
magical. Plant them overnight and -- "
"What!" says Jack's mother. "Have you been such a fool, such a dolt, such
an idiot, as to give away my Milky-White, the best milker in the parish, and
prime beef to boot, for a set of paltry beans? Take that! Take that! Take that!
And as for your precious beans here they go out of the window. And now off
with you to bed. Not a sup shall you drink, and not a bit shall you swallow
this very night."
So Jack went upstairs to his little room in the attic, and sad and sorry he
was, to be sure, as much for his mother's sake as for the loss of his supper.
At last he dropped off to sleep.
When he woke up, the room looked so funny. The sun was shining into part
of it, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. So Jack jumped up and
dressed himself and went to the window. And what do you think he saw?
Why, the beans his mother had thrown out of the window into the garden
had sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and up and up till it
reached the sky. So the man spoke truth after all.
The beanstalk grew up quite close past Jack's window, so all he had to do
was to open it and give a jump onto the beanstalk which ran up just like a
big ladder. So Jack climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, and he
climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed till at last he
reached the sky. And when he got there he found a long broad road going
as straight as a dart. So he walked along, and he walked along, and he
walked along till he came to a great big tall house, and on the doorstep
there was a great big tall woman.
"Good morning, mum," says Jack, quite polite-like. "Could you be so kind as
to give me some breakfast?" For he hadn't had anything to eat, you know,
the night before, and was as hungry as a hunter.
"It's breakfast you want, is it?" says the great big tall woman. "It's breakfast
you'll be if you don't move off from here. My man is an ogre and there's
nothing he likes better than boys broiled on toast. You'd better be moving
on or he'll be coming."
"Oh! please, mum, do give me something to eat, mum. I've had nothing to
eat since yesterday morning, really and truly, mum," says Jack. "I may as
well be broiled as die of hunger."
Well, the ogre's wife was not half so bad after all. So she took Jack into the
kitchen, and gave him a hunk of bread and cheese and a jug of milk. But
Jack hadn't half finished these when thump! thump! thump! the whole
house began to tremble with the noise of someone coming.
"Goodness gracious me! It's my old man," said the ogre's wife. "What on
earth shall I do? Come along quick and jump in here." And she bundled Jack
into the oven just as the ogre came in.
He was a big one, to be sure. At his belt he had three calves strung up by
the heels, and he unhooked them and threw them down on the table and
said, "Here, wife, broil me a couple of these for breakfast. Ah! what's this I
smell?
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I'll have his bones to grind my bread."
"Nonsense, dear," said his wife. "You' re dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the
scraps of that little boy you liked so much for yesterday's dinner. Here, you
go and have a wash and tidy up, and by the time you come back your
breakfast'll be ready for you."
So off the ogre went, and Jack was just going to jump out of the oven and
run away when the woman told him not. "Wait till he's asleep," says she;
"he always has a doze after breakfast."
Well, the ogre had his breakfast, and after that he goes to a big chest and
takes out a couple of bags of gold, and down he sits and counts till at last
his head began to nod and he began to snore till the whole house shook
again.
Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven, and as he was passing the
ogre, he took one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he pelters till
he came to the beanstalk, and then he threw down the bag of gold, which,
of course, fell into his mother's garden, and then he climbed down and
climbed down till at last he got home and told his mother and showed her
the gold and said, "Well, mother, wasn't I right about the beans? They are
really magical, you see."
So they lived on the bag of gold for some time, but at last they came to the
end of it, and Jack made up his mind to try his luck once more at the top of
the beanstalk. So one fine morning he rose up early, and got onto the
beanstalk, and he climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed, and he
climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed till at last he came out onto the
road again and up to the great tall house he had been to before. There, sure
enough, was the great tall woman a-standing on the doorstep.
"Good morning, mum," says Jack, as bold as brass, "could you be so good
as to give me something to eat?"
"Go away, my boy," said the big tall woman, "or else my man will eat you
up for breakfast. But aren't you the youngster who came here once before?
Do you know, that very day my man missed one of his bags of gold."
"That's strange, mum," said Jack, "I dare say I could tell you something
about that, but I'm so hungry I can't speak till I've had something to eat."
Well, the big tall woman was so curious that she took him in and gave him
something to eat. But he had scarcely begun munching it as slowly as he
could when thump! thump! they heard the giant's footstep, and his wife hid
Jack away in the oven.
All happened as it did before. In came the ogre as he did before, said, "Fee-
fi-fo-fum," and had his breakfast off three broiled oxen.
Then he said, "Wife, bring me the hen that lays the golden eggs." So she
brought it, and the ogre said, "Lay," and it laid an egg all of gold. And then
the ogre began to nod his head, and to snore till the house shook.
Then Jack crept out of the oven on tiptoe and caught hold of the golden
hen, and was off before you could say "Jack Robinson." But this time the
hen gave a cackle which woke the ogre, and just as Jack got out of the
house he heard him calling, "Wife, wife, what have you done with my
golden hen?"
And the wife said, "Why, my dear?"
But that was all Jack heard, for he rushed off to the beanstalk and climbed
down like a house on fire. And when he got home he showed his mother the
wonderful hen, and said "Lay" to it; and it laid a golden egg every time he
said "Lay."
Well, Jack was not content, and it wasn't long before he determined to have
another try at his luck up there at the top of the beanstalk. So one fine
morning he rose up early and got to the beanstalk, and he climbed, and he
climbed, and he climbed, and he climbed till he got to the top.
But this time he knew better than to go straight to the ogre's house. And
when he got near it, he waited behind a bush till he saw the ogre's wife
come out with a pail to get some water, and then he crept into the house
and got into the copper. He hadn't been there long when he heard thump!
thump! thump! as before, and in came the ogre and his wife.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman," cried out the ogre. "I
smell him, wife, I smell him."
"Do you, my dearie?" says the ogre's wife. "Then, if it's that little rogue that
stole your gold and the hen that laid the golden eggs he's sure to have got
into the oven." And they both rushed to the oven.
But Jack wasn't there, luckily, and the ogre' s wife said, "There you are
again with your fee-fi-fo-fum. Why, of course, it's the boy you caught last
night that I've just broiled for your breakfast. How forgetful I am, and how
careless you are not to know the difference between live and dead after all
these years."
So the ogre sat down to the breakfast and ate it, but every now and then he
would mutter, "Well, I could have sworn --" and he'd get up and search the
larder and the cupboards and everything, only, luckily, he didn't think of the
copper.
After breakfast was over, the ogre called out, "Wife, wife, bring me my
golden harp."
So she brought it and put it on the table before him. Then he said, "Sing!"
and the golden harp sang most beautifully. And it went on singing till the
ogre fell asleep, and commenced to snore like thunder.
Then Jack lifted up the copper lid very quietly and got down like a mouse
and crept on hands and knees till he came to the table, when up he
crawled, caught hold of the golden harp and dashed with it towards the
door.
But the harp called out quite loud, "Master! Master!" and the ogre woke up
just in time to see Jack running off with his harp.
Jack ran as fast as he could, and the ogre came rushing after, and would
soon have caught him, only Jack had a start and dodged him a bit and knew
where he was going. When he got to the beanstalk the ogre was not more
than twenty yards away when suddenly he saw Jack disappear like, and
when he came to the end of the road he saw Jack underneath climbing
down for dear life. Well, the ogre didn't like trusting himself to such a
ladder, and he stood and waited, so Jack got another start.
But just then the harp cried out, "Master! Master!" and the ogre swung
himself down onto the beanstalk, which shook with his weight. Down climbs
Jack, and after him climbed the ogre.
By this time Jack had climbed down and climbed down and climbed down till
he was very nearly home. So he called out, "Mother! Mother! bring me an
ax, bring me an ax." And his mother came rushing out with the ax in her
hand, but when she came to the beanstalk she stood stock still with fright,
for there she saw the ogre with his legs just through the clouds.
But Jack jumped down and got hold of the ax and gave a chop at the
beanstalk which cut it half in two. The ogre felt the beanstalk shake and
quiver, so he stopped to see what was the matter. Then Jack gave another
chop with the ax, and the beanstalk was cut in two and began to topple
over. Then the ogre fell down and broke his crown, and the beanstalk came
toppling after.
Then Jack showed his mother his golden harp, and what with showing that
and selling the golden eggs, Jack and his mother became very rich, and he
married a great princess, and they lived happy ever after.

II. Summary:
Jack and his mother were very poor. They had to sell their cow. Jack
sold the cow for some beans. When he took the beans home his mother was
so mad that she threw them out the window.
The next morning there was a giant beanstalk that had grown up to
the sky. Jack climbed up the beanstalk. He found a castle. The giant’s wife
let Jack in and fed him some supper. When the giant came home she hid
Jack. The giant ate his supper and then asked for his magic hen that laid
golden eggs. When the giant fell asleep Jack ran home with the hen. Jack
and his mother became rich with the golden eggs from the magic hen.
Jack went back two more times. The first time he brought back a
bag of gold coins. The second time when he went to take the magic harp,
the harp started to sing and woke up the giant. The giant ran after Jack.
Jack climbed down the beanstalk and chopped it down before the giant
could catch him. Jack and his mother lived happily ever after.

III. Educational Implication:

The story of Jack and the Beanstalk conveys moral values
such us to be contented with what we have will make us feel the happiness
and fulfillment in our lives. If we’ll ask something more, we should deal and
be prepared for the consequences that may happen. It might turn to what
we have right now will be lost at the same time. This story also implies that
we should be optimistic and not to lose hope as we battle with hindrances
in achieving the goals and dreams in our lives because there still time for us
and we should wait until it come just like what Jack did in the story
I.Title: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Author: Bella Vineza

Once upon a time, a queen was doing needle work while staring outside her
window at the beautiful snow. It was because of her distracted state that
she pricked her finger on her needle and a drop of blood fell on some snow
that had fallen on her windowsill. As she looked at the blood on the snow
she said to herself, "Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin
white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony." Soon after that,
the queen gave birth to a baby girl who had skin white as snow, lips red as
blood, and hair black as ebony. They named her Princess Snow White. The
queen soon died, perhaps in childbirth.
Soon after, the king took a new wife who was beautiful, but very vain, and
who possessed supernatural powers. She also possessed a magical mirror,
to whom she would often ask, "Looking glass upon the wall, Who is fairest of
us all?" and to which the mirror would always reply, "'tis you" But after
Snow White became seven (which is the official age wherein a girl becomes
a maiden) when she asked her mirror, it responded, "Queen, you are full
fair, 'tis true, But Snow-White fairer is than you."
The Queen was jealous, and ordered a huntsman to take Snow White into
the woods to be killed. She demanded that the huntsman return with Snow
White's heart as proof. The huntsman took Snow White into the forest, but
found himself unable to kill the girl. Instead, he let her go, and brought the
queen the heart of a young deer or a pig.
Snow White discovered a tiny cottage in the forest, belonging to seven
dwarfs, where she rested. Meanwhile, the Queen asked her mirror once
again, "Who's the fairest of them all?", and was horrified when the mirror
told her that Snow White, who was alive and well and living with the dwarfs,
was still the fairest of them all.
Three times the Queen disguised herself and visited the dwarfs' cottage
trying to kill Snow White. First, disguised as a peddler, the Queen offered
colorful stay-laces and laced Snow White up so tight that she fainted, and
the Queen took her for dead. Snow White was revived by the dwarfs when
they loosened the laces. Next, the Queen dressed as a different old woman
and combed Snow White's hair with a poisoned comb. Snow White again
collapsed, and again the dwarfs saved her. Lastly the Queen made a
poisoned apple, and in the disguise of a countrywoman offered it to Snow
White. She was hesitant, so the Queen cut the apple in half, ate the white
part — which had no poison — and gave the poisoned red part to Snow
White. She ate the apple eagerly and immediately fell into a deep stupor.
When the dwarfs found her, they could not revive her, so they placed her in
a glass coffin, thinking that she had died.
Time passed, and a prince travelling through the land saw Snow White in
her coffin. The prince was enchanted by her beauty and instantly fell in love
with her. He begged the dwarfs to let him have the coffin. The prince and
his men carried the coffin away, but as they went they stumbled. The coffin
jerked and the piece of poison apple flew out of Snow White's mouth,
awakening her. The prince then declared his love and soon a wedding was
planned.
The vain Queen, still believing that Snow White was dead, again asked her
mirror who was fairest in the land and yet again the mirror disappointed her
by responding that, "You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But the young queen
is a thousand times fairer than you."
Not knowing that this new queen was indeed her stepdaughter, she arrived
at the wedding, and her heart filled with the deepest of dread when she
realized the truth.
As punishment for her wicked ways, a pair of heated iron shoes were
brought forth with tongs and placed before the Queen. She was then forced
to step into these and dance until she fell down dead. In later versions, the
Queen's death was the result of destroying her mirror in a fit of rage upon
hearing that there still is one fairer then her. In yet another version, when
the Queen sees Snow White and realizes the truth, she goes insane and kills
herself. In one more version, the mirror shows the Queen Snow White, or
tells her Snow White is more beautiful by name, and the Queen runs so fast
to kill Snow White that she dies from the exertion, at Snow White's feet. In
Disney's adaption of the story, the queen falls to her death while
attempting to crush the dwarves with a boulder.
II. Summary:

Once upon a time there lived a lovely little princess named Snow White.
Her vain and wicked stepmother the Queen feared that some day Snow
White's beauty would surpass her own. So she dressed the little Princess in
rags and forced her to work as a Scullery Maid."
"Each day the vain Queen consulted her Magic Mirror, 'Magic Mirror on the
Wall, Who is the fairest one of all?'"
"…and as long as the Mirror answered, 'You are the fairest one of all,' Snow
White was safe from the Queen's cruel jealousy."
One day, however, the Magic Mirror informs the queen that Snow White,
despite her rags, is now the fairest in the land. In addition, the queen
observes the arrival of a prince, who serenades the young girl as she
gathers water from a well to scrub the grounds. These events fuel the
queen's jealousy, and she orders her huntsman to take Snow White into the
woods and kill her. As proof, the queen requires the huntsman to bring back
the dead girl's heart in a jeweled box. The kind-hearted huntsma cannot go
through with the act, and urges Snow White to flee into the woods and
never come back.
The frightened princess finds herself lost in the woods, and terrified by
luminous glowing eyes peering from within the trees and the brush. These
turn out to be the eyes of friendly woodland creatures, who befriend Snow
White and lead her to a cottage deep in the forest. Finding seven small
chairs in the cottage's dining room, Snow White assumes the cottage is the
home of seven children - "seven untidy children," she notes as she finds the
cottage in disarray. The princess and the animals band together and clean
the cottage, hoping that the good deed will convince the children to let
Snow White stay with them.
The woodland cottage belongs not to seven children but to seven adult
dwarves who spend their days working in a nearby diamond mine. Upon
returning home at the end of the working day, they are alarmed to find their
cottage clean, and surmise that a monstrous intruder has invaded their
home. The dwarves discover Snow White upstairs, asleep in their beds. The
princess introduces herself, and the dwarves, save for one aptly named
Grumpy, are pleased to welcome her as a house guest, particularly when
they learn she can cook and has prepared dinner. They are less pleased,
however, at Snow White's insistence that they wash up before eating,
something they've never done and only do after much apprehension.
Meanwhile, the huntsman has returned to the castle and delivered the
Queen what she assumes to be Snow White's heart. However, the magic
mirror informs the Queen that Snow White is in the care of the seven
dwarves, and that the huntsman has actually given the Queen a pig's heart.
The enraged Queen descends to a secret laboratory, where she practices
witchcraft. Using her potions and spellbook, the Queen disguises herself as
an ugly old hag and prepares a poisoned apple to place Snow White in an
eternal state of repose called "the Sleeping Death."
The next morning, the dwarves head out for the diamond mine, warning
Snow White to beware the evil Queen. However, the Queen's disguise as
the hag is so convincing that Snow White is neither alarmed nor alert when
the hag arrives, disguised as an apple peddler, to the dwarves' cottage. The
hag offers Snow White the poisoned apple, claiming it to be a magic wishing
apple. Snow White's animal friends are not as easily convinced, and rush off
to warn the dwarves. While they are gone, however, Snow White takes a
bite out of the apple, and falls to the floor, seemingly dead. A storm starts
up outside, as the ugly old hag cackles, "now I'll be fairest in the land!"
The dwarves arrive, mounted on deer, just in time to catch the hag fleeing
from the cottage. Jilted, the dwarves chase the hag through the raging
storm, following her up the side of a mountain and trapping her at the edge
of a jagged cliff. Desperate to rid herself of the dwarves, the hag attempts
to push a boulder down the mountainside and onto them. However, a bolt
of lightning strikes the edge of the cliff where the hag stands, casting her to
fall into the chasm below as the boulder she had tried to push onto the
dwarves rolls backwards to crush her.
Despite having done away with the queen, the dwarves return to their
cottage and find Snow White seemingly dead. They cannot bear to bury her,
and instead build for her a glass coffin trimmed with gold in a clearing in
the forest. The dwarves and the woodland creatures keep watch over Snow
White through the autumn, winter, and spring. One day, the prince, who
had been searching all over for the princess, learns of her plight and comes
to visit the coffin. Captivated by her beauty, he approaches the coffin and
kisses Snow White, restoring her to life with "love's first kiss," the only cure
for the "sleeping death". The dwarves and animals all rejoice, and tearfully
say good-bye to Snow White as she and the prince ride off into the sunset
to his castle, where they live happily ever after.

III.Educational Implication:

We should give more importance on what we have in our life. Be

contented for the gift that God gave to us. We should love also our sons or
daughters.Because it is only the way to have a happy family. It is a sin to
our almighty God that you envy to other people. Love is very important to
become us success in our life. We should not follow the bad attitude of the
stepmother of snow white here because only herself is what she thinks of.
Kindness of snow white is very good in this story. Evan if her stepmother
fight her she forgive and she love her stepmother despite of the bad things
that her stepmother gave

I. Rumpelstiltskin
Author: translated by Margaret Hunt
This is the story of a poor miller, his beautiful daughter and strange
little man who changes their lives forever.
One day, the King calls the miller, to his palace
“Good day, miller,” bellows the King.
“What gifts have brought for me?”
The poor miller is embarrassed, because he does not have anything
to give to the king.
“I am a poor man. I have only my work and my wonderful daughter,”
the miller says.
“Well,” says the king. “Then tell me what is so wonderful about your
daughter?”
The miller’s daughter is a kind and lovely young lady. But that alone is
not enough to impress a King.
 “She has a special talent,” says the miller. “She can take an ordinary
pile of straws and spin it into gold!”
The miller’s boastful lie impresses the King.
“My, that is a wonderful skill,” he says. “I would like to meet her.”
The miller rushes home. He tells his daughter the King wishes to meet
her. She is excited to meet the King, but does not understand why he wants
to meet her.
Back at the palace, the King’s servants lead the miller’s daughter to a
room filled with straw. They tell her to sit down at a spinning wheel.
“Spin this straw into gold by morning,” a servant says.
The miller’s daughter is puzzled. Alone and frightened, the poor girl
begins to cry.
Suddenly the door swings open and a strange little man appears.
“Why are you crying, young lady?” he asks.
“My father made a promise,” she sobs, “a promise I could never keep.
I know how to spin wool, but how do I spin straw into gold?”
“That’s easy,” says the little man. “I will do it for you, but you have to
give me something in return.”
The miller’s daughter has nothing but a necklace and a ring from her
mother. She hands it to the little bearded fellow, who sets to work
immediately. He spins the piles of straw into brilliant spools of gold, and
before morning he is gone.
The next morning the King is delighted to see all the spools of gold
stacked in the little room.
“Very good,” he says to the miller’s daughter. “Your father was right.
You are very talented.”
The King leads her to another room that is filled to the ceiling with
straw. I will leave you here until tomorrow morning,” he says. “I will marry
you if you spin all this straw into gold.”
Shocked at the King’s odd proposal, the miller’s daughter does not
say a word. The King leaves her with the straw. She stares at the wheel
helplessly, sobbing four hours until nightfall.
Then the strange little man arrives again.
“You need my help again,” he says with a grin.
“What can you give me?”
“I have nothing else to give you.” she says sadly.
“Then give me your firstborn child when you become the queen,” the
little man suggests.
Seeing no other choice, the miller’s daughter agrees.
By morning, the little man has many more neat spools of gold.
“Look at this gold,” the King exclaims. “You are a very special young
lady.”
A magnificent wedding id held that day, and the miller’s daughter
becomes the queen of the kingdom.
A year later the queen gives birth to her first child. The queen loves
her daughter more than anything in the world. Her life could not be better.
By now she has forgotten all about the strange little man and the promise
she made.
But the little bearded man soon appears to remind her of her promise.
“I cannot give you my child,” the queen protests.
“Take anything else, please, but not take my baby.”
“A promise is a promise,” the little man says. “But I see how much
you love your daughter, so I will give you another chance.”
The little man makes a deal with the queen. If she can guess his
name within three days, he will allow her to keep her baby.
The queen sits up all night. When the little man returns, she is ready
with a long list of names.
“Is it Alex, Abraham, Boris, or Bruce?” she asks.
All through the night, with every name she reads, the little man
shakes his head. She does not have any success the next night either.
On the third day, the worried queen sends her messengers out to
reach out to search for the most unusual names in the kingdom. As one
messenger returns from his search, he hears a little man singing in the
forest.
“She’ll never guess, and I’ll win this game,” he sings, “For
Rumpelstiltskin is my name!”
When the little man arrives that night, the queen says, “Is your name
Rumpelstiltskin?”
While the queen smiles and hold her baby close to her, the little
stumps his foot so angrily that she falls right through the floor.
The queen never sees the strange little man again, but she never
forgets his name.

II. Summary:

Rumpelstiltskin is about the name of strange little man who helps the
queen in her problem. Before the queen had seated to her throne, she is
only the miller’s daughter. She lived with her father’s work being a miller.
The father visited the King but he was embarrassed. He has no gift for
the King. And because of embarrassment, he told lies. He said that his
daughter can take an ordinary pile of straw and spin it into gold. The King
was amazed and he wished to meet her daughter.
The daughter came to the palace. In a room filled with straws, the
King asked her to spin it into gold. She cried because she doesn’t know
what to do. Suddenly the strange little man appears. He helped the miller’s
daughter in exchange to a ring and necklace. Then the straws were spin
into gold.
After seeing that, the King asked again to spin all the straws into gold
to another room. Through that, he will marry the miller’s daughter.
The miller’s daughter cried again and the little man appears again. He
wanted to help her but the miler’s daughter had nothing to exchange with.
So they made a deal.
The first born child of the miller’s daughter will be given to the strange little
man.
She had no choice but to agree with the deal.
After one year, the queen gave child to her first child. In this time, she
loves her child more than anything in the world. She forgot her deal with
the little man. But, the little man appears again to remind the queen of her
promise. But the queen didn’t want to give her child. Because the little man
knows how much she loves her child, they make another deal. She must
know the name of the strange little man within three days.
In two days, the queen listed all the names she knows. But the little
man always shakes his head. At the third day, she sent out her messenger
to reach out for the unusual names. Then the messenger returns to the
palace and tell the queen that he heard a little man singing his name. And
the name was Rumpelstiltskin. Then the queen tells it to the strange little
man. His was Rumpelstiltskin. She was correct and holds her child tightly
because she owns her child.

III. Educational Implications:

In this story, I learned a lot of things. First, don’t tell lies. Second, a
problem because of a lie cannot be solved with another lie. I also learned
that I must be very careful to what I am doing, because in every action I
take there is always a consequence. Be intelligent enough to make
decisions. Things may sometimes be so difficult but things will be alright if
you have faith in God. Lastly, accept what is the reality of life.
In my travel in this world, I surely encounter many problems but
through this story, I am ready to face all those problems. Just be myself and
have faith.
I. Title: Hansel and Gretel

Author: adapted by the Brothers Grimm and earlier by

Giambattista Basile.

Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his
two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little to
bite and to break, and once when great dearth fell on the land, he could no
longer procure even daily bread. Now when he thought over this by night in
his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife,
"What is to become of us. How are we to feed our poor children, when we
no longer have anything even for ourselves." "I'll tell you what, husband,"
answered the woman, "early to-morrow morning we will take the children
out into the forest to where it is the thickest. There we will light a fire for
them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go
to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again,
and we shall be rid of them." "No, wife," said the man, "I will not do that.
How can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest. The wild animals
would soon come and tear them to pieces." "O' you fool," said she, "then we
must all four die of hunger, you may as well plane the planks for our
coffins," and she left him no peace until he consented. "But I feel very sorry
for the poor children, all the same," said the man. The two children had also
not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother
had said to their father. Gretel wept bitter tears, and said to Hansel, "now
all is over with us." "Be quiet," Gretel, said Hansel, "do not distress yourself,
I will soon find a way to help us." And when the old folks had fallen asleep,
he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside.
The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the
house glittered like real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and stuffed the little
pocket of his coat with as many as he could get in. Then he went back and
said to Gretel, "Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace, God will
not forsake us," and he lay down again in his bed. When day dawned, but
before the sun had risen, the woman came and awoke the two children,
saying get up, you sluggards. We are going into the forest to fetch wood.
She gave each a little piece of bread, and said, "There is something for your
dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else."
Gretel took the bread under her apron, as Hansel had the pebbles in his
pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest. When they
had walked a short time, Hansel stood still and peeped back at the house,
and did so again and again. His father said, "Hansel, what are you looking
at there and staying behind for. Pay attention, and do not forget how to use
your legs." "Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my little white cat,
which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me." The wife
said, "Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is
shining on the chimneys." Hansel, however, had not been looking back at
the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones
out of his pocket on the road. When they had reached the middle of the
forest, the father said, "Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a
fire that you may not be cold." Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwood
together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lighted, and when the
flames were burning very high, the woman said, "Now, children, lay
yourselves down by the fire and rest, we will go into the forest and cut
some wood. When we have done, we will come back and fetch you away".
Hansel and Gretel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little
piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the wood-axe they believed
that their father was near. It was not the axe, however, but a branch which
he had fastened to a withered tree which the wind was blowing backwards
and forwards. And as they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes
closed with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep. When at last they awoke, it
was already dark night. Gretel began to cry and said, "How are we to get
out of the forest now." But Hansel comforted her and said, "Just wait a little,
until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way." And when the
full moon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed
the pebbles which shone like newly-coined silver pieces, and showed them
the way. They walked the whole night long, and by break of day came once
more to their father's house. They knocked at the door, and when the
woman opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Gretel, she said, "You
naughty children, why have you slept so long in the forest. We thought you
were never coming back at all." The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut
him to the heart to leave them behind alone. Not long afterwards, there was
once more great dearth throughout the land, and the children heard their
mother saying at night to their father, "Everything is eaten again, we have
one half loaf left, and that is the end. The children must go, we will take
them farther into the wood, so that they will not find their way out again.
There is no other means of saving ourselves." The man's heart was heavy,
and he thought, it would be better for you to share the last mouthful with
your children. The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to
say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says a must say b, likewise,
and as he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.
The children, however, were still awake and had heard the conversation.
When the old folks were asleep, Hansel again got up, and wanted to go out
and pick up pebbles as he had done before, but the woman had locked the
door, and Hansel could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted his little
sister, and said, "Do not cry, Gretel, go to sleep quietly, the good God will
help us." < Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out
of their beds. Their piece of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller
than the time before. On the way into the forest Hansel crumbled his in his
pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. "Hansel,
why do you stop and look round, said the father, "go on." "I am looking back
at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to
me," answered Hansel. "Fool," said the woman, "that is not your little
pigeon, that is the morning sun that is shining on the chimney." Hansel,
however, little by little, threw all the crumbs on the path. The woman led
the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives
been before. Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said, "Just
sit there, you children, and when you are tired you may sleep a little. We
are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening when we are done,
we will come and fetch you away." When it was noon, Gretel shared her
piece of bread with Hansel, who had scattered his by the way. Then they fell
asleep and evening passed, but no one came to the poor children. They did
not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and
said, "Just wait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the
crumbs of bread which I have strewn about, they will show us our way
home again." When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs,
for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had
picked them all up. Hansel said to Gretel, "We shall soon find the way," but
they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day too
from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and were
very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries, which
grew on the ground. And as they were so weary that their legs would carry
them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep. It was now
three mornings since they had left their father's house. They began to walk
again, but they always came deeper into the forest, and if help did not
come soon, they must die of hunger and weariness. When it was mid-day,
they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so
delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when its song was
over, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it
until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted. And when
they approached the little house they saw that it was built of bread and
covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar. "We will set
to work on that," said Hansel, "and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the
roof, and you Gretel can eat some of the window, it will taste sweet." Hansel
reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and
Gretel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice
cried from the parlor - "Nibble, nibble, gnaw who is nibbling at my little
house.” The children answered -"The wind, the wind, The heaven-born
wind,” and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hansel, who liked
the taste of the roof, tore down a great piece of it, and Gretel pushed out
the whole of one round window-pane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it.
Suddenly the door opened, and a woman as old as the hills, who supported
herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were so terribly
frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman,
however, nodded her head, and said, "Oh, you dear children, who has
brought you here. Do come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to
you." She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house.
Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes, with sugar,
apples, and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean
white linen, and Hansel and Gretel lay down in them, and thought they were
in heaven. The old woman had only pretended to be so kind. She was in
reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the
little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her
power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her.
Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like
the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hansel and
Gretel came into her neighborhood, she laughed with malice, and said
mockingly, "I have them, they shall not escape me again." Early in the
morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she
saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy
cheeks, she muttered to herself, "That will be a dainty mouthful." Then she
seized Hansel with her shrivelled hand, carried him into a little stable, and
locked him in behind a grated door. Scream as he might, it would not help
him. Then she went to Gretel, shook her till she awoke, and cried, "Get up,
lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother, he
is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat
him." Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain, for she was forced
to do what the wicked witch commanded. And now the best food was
cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but crab-shells. Every
morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried, "Hansel, stretch out
your finger that I may feel if you will soon be fat." Hansel, however,
stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes,
could not see it, and thought it was Hansel's finger, and was astonished
that there was no way of fattening him. When four weeks had gone by, and
Hansel still remained thin, she was seized with impatience and would not
wait any longer. "Now, then, Gretel," she cried to the girl, "stir yourself, and
bring some water. Let Hansel be fat or lean, to-morrow I will kill him, and
cook him." Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch
the water, and how her tears did flow down her cheeks. "Dear God, do help
us, she cried. If the wild beasts in the forest had but devoured us, we should
at any rate have died together." "Just keep your noise to yourself," said the
old woman, "it won't help you at all." Early in the morning, Gretel had to go
out and hang up the cauldron with the water, and light the fire. "We will
bake first," said the old woman, "I have already heated the oven, and
kneaded the dough." She pushed poor Gretel out to the oven, from which
flames of fire were already darting. "Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it
properly heated, so that we can put the bread in." And once Gretel was
inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she
would eat her, too. But Gretel saw what she had in mind, and said, "I do not
know how I am to do it. How do I get in." "Silly goose," said the old woman,
"the door is big enough. Just look, I can get in myself," and she crept up and
thrust her head into the oven. Then Gretel gave her a push that drove her
far into it, and shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh. Then she
began to howl quite horribly, but Gretel ran away, and the godless witch
was miserably burnt to death. Gretel, however, ran like lightning to Hansel,
opened his little stable, and cried, "Hansel, we are saved. The old witch is
dead." Then Hansel sprang like a bird from its cage when the door is
opened. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about
and kiss each other. And as they had no longer any need to fear her, they
went into the witch's house, and in every corner there stood chests full of
pearls and jewels. "These are far better than pebbles," said Hansel, and
thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in. And Gretel said, "I, too, will
take something home with me, and filled her pinafore full". "But now we
must be off," said Hansel, "that we may get out of the witch's forest." When
they had walked for two hours, they came to a great stretch of water. "We
cannot cross," said Hansel, "I see no foot-plank, and no bridge." "And there
is also no ferry, answered Gretel, but a white duck is swimming there. If I
ask her, she will help us over. Then she cried -"Little duck, little duck, dost
thou see, Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee. There’s never a plank, or
bridge in sight, take us across on thy back so white.” The duck came to
them, and Hansel seated himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by
him. "No," replied Gretel, "that will be too heavy for the little duck. She shall
take us across, one after the other." The good little duck did so, and when
they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest
seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from
afar their father's house. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlor,
and threw themselves round their father's neck. The man had not known
one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest. The woman,
however, was dead. Gretel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious
stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out
of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived
together in perfect happiness. My tale is done, there runs a mouse,
whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it.

II. Summary:

Hansel and Gretel are the children of a poor woodcutter. Fearing

starvation, the wood cutter's wife (variously called the children's mother or
stepmother), convinces him to lead the children into the forest and abandon
them there. Hansel and Gretel hear her plan and gather white pebbles to
leave themselves a trail home. After their return, their mother again
convinces the wood cutter to abandon them; this time however, they can
only leave a trail of breadcrumbs. Unfortunately, the various animals of the
woods eat their trail of breadcrumbs causing Hansel and Gretel to become
lost.

Lost in the forest, they find a house made of bread (later versions call it
gingerbread), with sugar windows, which they begin to eat. The inhabitant
of the house, who is an old woman, invites them in and prepares a feast for
them. The woman, however, is a witch who has built the house to entice
children to her, so that she may fatten and eat them. She cages Hansel,
and makes Gretel her servant. While she prepares to cook Hansel, she tells
Gretel to climb into an oven to be sure it is ready to bake; but Gretel
guesses that the witch intends to bake her, and tricks the witch into
climbing into the oven, closing it behind her.

Taking jewels from the witch's house, they set off for home to be reunited
with their father, whose wife has since died of evilness. "Then all anxiety
was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness."

III. Educational Implication:

 the educational implications of the story is to communicate an

important virtue to readers, particularly to children.
 to take responsibility for even small and trifle things and don't lie.

 to provide good moral values to the reader that they can use in their
everyday living.

I. Title: The Ugly Duckling

Author: Hans Christian Anderson

It was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the
green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful.
The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian
language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and
meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep
pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. In a sunny spot
stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house
down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the
tallest of them a little child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the
centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching
for her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of her task, for
the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom
had any visitors. The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the
river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have
a gossip with her. At length one shell cracked, and then another, and from
each egg came a living creature that lifted its head and cried, “Peep, peep.”
“Quack, quack,” said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they
could, and looked about them on every side at the large green leaves. Their
mother allowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is good
for the eyes. “How large the world is,” said the young ducks, when they
found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the
egg-shell. “Do you imagine this is the whole world?” asked the mother;
“Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyond that to the
parson’s field, but I have never ventured to such a distance. Are you all
out?” she continued, rising; “No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I
wonder how long this is to last, I am quite tired of it;” and she seated
herself again on the nest.
“Well, how are you getting on?” asked an old duck, who paid her a visit.
“One egg is not hatched yet,” said the duck, “it will not break. But just
look at all the others, are they not the prettiest little ducklings you ever
saw? They are the image of their father, who is so unkind, he never comes
to see.”
“Let me see the egg that will not break,” said the duck; “I have no
doubt it is a turkey’s egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all
my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid of the water. I
quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could not get them to venture
in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is a turkey’s egg; take my advice, leave
it where it is and teach the other children to swim.”
“I think I will sit on it a little while longer,” said the duck; “as I have sat
so long already, a few days will be nothing.”
“Please yourself,” said the old duck, and she went away.
At last the large egg broke, and a young one crept forth crying, “Peep,
peep.” It was very large and ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, “It is
very large and not at all like the others. I wonder if it really is a turkey. We
shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I
have to push it myself.”
On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly
on the green burdock leaves, so the mother duck took her young brood
down to the water, and jumped in with a splash. “Quack, quack,” cried she,
and one after another the little ducklings jumped in. The water closed over
their heads, but they came up again in an instant, and swam about quite
prettily with their legs paddling under them as easily as possible, and the
ugly duckling was also in the water swimming with them.
“Oh,” said the mother, “that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs,
and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very
ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I
will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you
must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware
of the cat.”
When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two
families were fighting for an eel’s head, which, after all, was carried off by
the cat. “See, children, that is the way of the world,” said the mother duck,
whetting her beak, for she would have liked the eel’s head herself. “Come,
now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow
your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them
all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don’t you see she has
a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor
for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be
recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don’t turn your toes, a well-
bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in
this way; now bend your neck, and say ‘quack.’”
The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said,
“Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us
already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don’t want him
here,” and then one flew out and bit him in the neck.
“Let him alone,” said the mother; “he is not doing any harm.”
“Yes, but he is so big and ugly,” said the spiteful duck “and therefore he
must be turned out.”
“The others are very pretty children,” said the old duck, with the rag on
her leg, “all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.”
“That is impossible, your grace,” replied the mother; “he is not pretty;
but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than
the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has
remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly
formed;” and then she stroked his neck and smoothed the feathers, saying,
“It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will
grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.”
“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old duck. “Now
make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel’s head, you can bring it to
me.”
And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who
had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten and
pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by all the poultry. “He is
too big,” they all said, and the turkey cock, who had been born into the
world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out
like a vessel in full sail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in
the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to
go, and was quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the
whole farmyard. So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse.
The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and
sisters were unkind to him, and would say, “Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the
cat would get you,” and his mother said she wished he had never been
born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, and the girl who fed
the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last he ran away, frightening the
little birds in the hedge as he flew over the palings.
“They are afraid of me because I am ugly,” he said. So he closed his
eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by
wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and
sorrowful.
 In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they stared at their
new comrade. “What sort of a duck are you?” they all said, coming round
him.
He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not
reply to their question. “You are exceedingly ugly,” said the wild ducks, “but
that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.”
Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was
permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the
moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese,
or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egg long, and were very
saucy. “Listen, friend,” said one of them to the duckling, “you are so ugly,
that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of
passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty
wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be
lucky, ugly as you are.”
“Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among
the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. “Pop, pop,” echoed far
and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the
rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen
surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees,
overlooking the rushes. The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over
the dark trees, and as it floated away across the water, a number of
sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them
wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away
his head to hide it under his wing, and at the same moment a large terrible
dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his
mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully. He thrust his nose close to the
duckling, showing his sharp teeth, and then, “splash, splash,” he went into
the water without touching him, “Oh,” sighed the duckling, “how thankful I
am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.” And so he lay quite still,
while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over
him. It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor
young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and
then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as
fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he
could hardly struggle against it. Towards evening, he reached a poor little
cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it
could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued so violent,
that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then
he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the
hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the
bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and
got a shelter for the night. A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this
cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, “My little son,” was a great
favorite; he could raise his back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks
from his fur if it were stroke the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so
she was called “Chickie short legs.” She laid good eggs, and her mistress
loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange
visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.
“What is that noise about?” said the old woman, looking round the
room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the
duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home.
“Oh what a prize!” she exclaimed, “I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall
have some duck’s eggs. I must wait and see.” So the duckling was allowed
to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat
was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always
said, “We and the world,” for they believed themselves to be half the world,
and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a
different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such
doubts. “Can you lay eggs?” she asked. “No.” “Then have the goodness to
hold your tongue.” “Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?”
said the tom cat. “No.” “Then you have no right to express an opinion when
sensible people are speaking.” So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very
low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air came into the room through
the open door, and then he began to feel such a great longing for a swim on
the water, that he could not help telling the hen.
“What an absurd idea,” said the hen. “You have nothing else to do,
therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would
pass away.”
“But it is so delightful to swim about on the water,” said the duckling,
“and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to
the bottom.”
“Delightful, indeed!” said the hen, “why you must be crazy! Ask the cat,
he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about
on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask
our mistress, the old woman—there is no one in the world more clever than
she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over
her head?”
“You don’t understand me,” said the duckling.
“We don’t understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you
consider yourself cleverer than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing
of myself. Don’t imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune
that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in
society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and
your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own
good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I
advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.”
“I believe I must go out into the world again,” said the duckling.
 “Yes, do,” said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found
water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other
animals, because of its ugly appearance. Autumn came, and the leaves in
the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind
caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy
with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the
ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him. All
this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun
set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of
the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were
swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage
shown with dazzling whiteness. They uttered a singular cry, as they spread
their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer
countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the
ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He
whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards
them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever
forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his
sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with
excitement. He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had
flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the
world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as
lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with
the ducks had they only given him encouragement. The winter grew colder
and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from
freezing, but every night the space on which he swam became smaller and
smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he
moved, and the duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, to
keep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still
and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.
Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had
happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the
duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but
when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would
do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan,
and splashed the milk about the room. Then the woman clapped her hands,
which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into
the meal-tub, and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman
screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and
screamed, and tumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but
luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just
manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the
newly fallen snow.
It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which
the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had
passed, he found himself lying one morning in a moor, amongst the rushes.
He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all
around was beautiful spring. Then the young bird felt that his wings were
strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air.
They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he
well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and
the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream
which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the
freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white
swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water.
The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy
than ever.
“I will fly to those royal birds,” he exclaimed, “and they will kill me,
because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter:
better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens,
pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger
in the winter.”
Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The
moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with
outstretched wings.
“Kill me,” said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface
of the water, and awaited death.
But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no
longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful
and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck’s nest, in a farmyard, is of no
consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan’s egg. He now felt glad
at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so
much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans
swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a
welcome.
Into the garden presently came some little children, and threw bread
and cake into the water.
“See,” cried the youngest, “there is a new one;” and the rest were
delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their
hands, and shouting joyously, “There is another swan come; a new one has
arrived.”
Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, “The
new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty.” And the old
swans bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did
not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had
been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say
he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its
bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then
he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the
depths of his heart, “I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was
an ugly duckling.”
II. Summary:

A mother duck hatches her eggs and, while most of her ducklings are
normal, one is gray, too large, and too clumsy to fit in among the others.
Though she tries to accept him, the entire barnyard realizes that he simply
does not belong and after a period of harassment he leaves to fend for
himself. He wanders for the entire summer and fall, for no one will take him
in, and he nearly freezes to death in an icy pond. Though he is rescued by a
human, he cannot live in captivity, and he goes back to the wild.

By the end of winter he is miraculously still alive. He comes to a pond in a

park or garden, where beautiful white swans are swimming. He is drawn to
their beauty, though he has no reason to think that they will treat him
better than anyone else has. Still, he thinks, even if they kill him, he must
approach them. To his surprise, the beautiful creatures welcome and accept
him; gazing at his reflection, he sees that he too is a swan. The children
declare that he is the most beautiful swan of them all, yet he is not proud,
for a good heart is never proud. Because of all that he suffered he now
appreciates his happiness so much more.

III. Educational Implication:

The educational concept of the “Ugly Duckling” is that inner

beauty will overshadow the physical appearance. A human parallel
would concern a child who looks or acts different from the other
children around him/her that it is important to point out that the
tale wants to acknowledge us that the physical appearance are not
the basis of being a real beautiful person , that the inner self or
character do matters. If our young students will realized that the
outlooks of a person is not always reflect his true self for an instant
if a person was gifted with pleasing personality but lack of moral
character e is nothing compared with the one who are ugly yet,
humble and have a good heart whose real beauty is his inner being
that last until forever..

Furthermore like the “Ugly Duckling” that found himself different

from others and not socially accepted, are like those ones who are
not physically beautiful are gifted with a special gifts, thus they
suffered hatreds, immoral treatment and harassments that further
let them feel they are worthless and no one love and need them.
They lived their world as if they will never find happiness and as
well as more importantly feel of belongingness. Therefore it is
important to instill to the young minds the importance of loving
themselves and be thankful enough if they have received such
talents and nice personality and thus it is right too show
humbleness to the lacks of others instead practiced giving love,
care, attention and understanding to those.

Lastly we all have individual differences that somehow once in

our life we felt being a ugly duckling because one can be better
that the other but all of us are equal in the eyes of the Lord. For
me, as a future teacher and educators , it is important that all
children should realized that everyone is a unique individual and
have God-given talents no matter what they’re physical out like
are. As well we must encourage our students too discover their
talents and gifts and to improve and discover those, that they
should accept and be proud to themselves no matter who and
what they are everybody have their place where they are palled to
be belong. And it would be nice too, that we must lift their will and
urge that if they don’t want to be an “Ugly Duckling” for the rest of
their lives they should strive and bravely face all the challenges in
life with they have and prove to everybody that one day they will
all see that the ones been “Ugly Duckling” would be the most
“beautiful swan” above all.
I.The Magic of Apo Mayor
Author: Grace D. Chong

Every boy and girl in the whole town of Umingan was afraid of Apo
Mayor. He was so big he looked like a giant. And he had a giant’s voice to
match: “HOLA!” “LARGA!” “CARAMBA!” He always wore really clean white
clothes. His hat and hair were white, and even his tsinelas. He was not
really the town mayor. Not any-more since after World War II. But everyone
still called him Apo Mayor. Very early in life, every child in town had been
introduced to this man in white.
“Alla, if you don’t finish your food, Apo Mayor will come and get you,”
the yayas would say.
“Alla, if you don’t do this, if you don’t do that, Apo Mayor will…”and so
forth, and so on.
The children often wondered if Apo Mayor ever smiled. His white
mustache and long white beard covered his mouth. But the adults said that
they could tell if he was pleased. He said, “ESWES!” But the children never
heard him say “ESWES.” So they all hid from Apo Mayor. But Teo kept all of
these to himself. He wouldn’t tell anyone because the first time it happened
and he told his friends about it, they laughed before he could go on with his
story.
“Ha, ha, ha, why would Apo Mayor bother with a kid like you?”
“Hi, hi, hi, Apo Mayor only says “ESWES” about important things.”
True lots of adults heard Apo Mayor say “ESWES” when the dirt road
going to Umingan was cemented. Or when the Health Center started
receiving patients. Or when the Puraw nga Balay (white house), the
museum showing the history of the town, opened its doors to the public.
Every day Apo Mayor walked around town. He seemed to be
everywhere. And like magic, things were done faster and better when he
was around.” Let’s finish this, Apo Mayor is coming!”
“Clean up the mess, quick, Apo Mayor is headed this way!”
And on events when he was expected to attend, everyone came on
time because Apo Mayor was never late.
 One Sunday, while Teo and his father were dressing up for church, Teo
asked, “Tatay, how old is Apo Mayor?”
“Nobody knows how old he is, anak. Maybe 100. Or more. He’s been
here longer than everybody else.”
“Does he hate children?” Teo had to know.
“Does he like me?” Teo persisted.
“Are you good?” His father winked at him and led him out the door.
“Let’s go!”
The next day, Teo’s Third Grade section went on a fieldtrip to the
Puraw nga Balay. They’ve all been looking forward too seeing the relics that
told the history of their town. “Stay in line. Behave. Do not touch anything.
Everything inside this museum is a treasure and priceless,” Teacher Ligaya
said over and over again before the children went inside.
“Aahhh!” they chorused when they saw the photos of old houses and
the municipal hall before they were bombed during the war. “Uuuhhh!” they
swooned at the antique rayadillo uniforms, guns and bolos.
“ohhh!” they gushed at the beautiful Maria Clara costumes and
jewelry. They could hardly contain their excitement.
Finally they reached a special room where a big, black jar was on a
pedestal.
“This old jar rebuilt our town,” Teacher Ligaya said proudly. “When it
was dug up from the ground, it was filled with gold coins!”
“Eeehhh!!!” they shrieked as they surged forward to take a closer
look. The boys raced to the front. The girls were squashed in between them.
“Awkkk!” Teo was pushed towards the jar and suddenly he lost his balance.
He fell right smack on the pedestal. The jar moved and wiggled.
“Ayy…ayy!” everybody screamed. And then, CRRRRAASSH!
Out of nowhere, Apo Mayor’s voice filled the room. “CARAMBA!”
Startled and afraid, all the children ran out of the room. Teacher
Ligaya ran after them. “Hey, children, come back!” But only Teo went back,
slowly into the room. He stood erect and looked up to Apo Mayor. His heart
was beating really fast but he had to be brave. “Apo Mayor,” he said in a
clear voice. “I am very, very sorry for what happened. It was all my fault.
Please… will you forgive me…?” Teo new Apo Mayor would yell him in scary,
angry voice. But the big old man did no such thing. “ Do you have a name?”
Apo Mayor asked in a normal voice. “ Tell Ador Mateo Dacanay, Sr., your
father, to be at the mayor’s office at 9o’clock tomorrow morning. Go!” Teo
ran out of the room as fast as he could and went home to tell his father
what had happened.
“ Before 9o’clock the next day Mayor Belisario’s office was filled with
all the officials and important people of the town. White balloons were
everywhere. At 9o’clock sharp, Mayor Belisario stood up and said, “Good
morning, everyone. We’re glad that our town officials and important citizens
are here with us today. We are gathered here again for our Values Award.
Every so often, we recognize and reward a citizen who promotes good
values.”
 Teo stood up on tiptoe and looked around. “ Where is Apo Mayor? Why
did he want my tatay here?” he wondered.
Mayor Belisario’s voice became louder and he announced, “Today we
are honoring Mr. Ador Mateo Dacanay Sr.!” Immediately, everyone stood up.
Applause. Cheers. Mabuhay!
Why, that’s my tatay! Teo tried to run towards the front but couldn’t
get through the excited crowd.” Tatay!” The cheers drowned his voice. The
clapping was so loud he thought he’d go deaf. In front, Mayor Belisario was
shaking hands with Teo’s father ang handing him a white envelope.
Amidst the joyful celebration, Mayor Belisario continued, Mr.
Dacanay’s son, Teo, has consistently shown excellent behavior on many
occasions. Proof that Mr. Dacanay Sr. a fulltime farmer ang single parent,
has been teaching his son good values. Values are what we treasure most in
this town. We believe that, more than any material treasures, values are far
more important. We should love God’s creation. We should respect our
elders and our neighbors’ property. We should observe cleanliness. We
should do what is right. We should tell the truth.
“Mabuhay!” the men shouted again and again. Teo was surprised why
all the women were wiping their eyes with their handkerchiefs. Sniffle,
sniffle, and sniffle.
Then Mayor Belisario said in closing: I want to thank a special person
who started this Values Award long, long ago – before you and I were born.
He wants to remain anonymous so I will not say his name. But as a tribute
to him, we always make sure that all his many projects in this town are in
white – puraw.”
It was so noisy Teo covered his ears with his hands. But like magic, in
his mind, he heard a big blooming voice, “ESWES!”

II. Summary

Apo Mayor is a mystery to every child in town of Umingan. The

gigantic old man has a white hat and white hair, a frown behind his white
beard, even white clothing and white slippers. He goes around town and
shouts “ESWES!” every time he sees something that pleases him. But no
young boy or girl has ever heard Apo Mayor shout “ESWES!” That’s why
they are all afraid of Apo Mayor. Except for Teo.
Although he also afraid of Apo Mayor but he like the old man. He likes
him because he had actually heard him say “ESWES!” many times. Once he
picked up plastic cups and papers scattered on sidewalk and put them in
the trash can. Another time Teo heard Apo Mayor say “ESWES!” when he
helped the old women in the street, but it’s not just twice he heard it but
every time he do a good things.
 Teo just kept all of these to himself and never tell his friends because
one day he told his friends about it they just laugh before he go on with his
story. The truth is lots of adults heard Apo Mayor say “ESWES!”
One day Teo’s Third Grade section went on a fieldtrip to the Puraw ng
Balay. They’ve been looking forward to seeing the relics that told the history
of their town. It’s the old big black jar that rebuilt their town. The children
shrieked as they surged to take a closer look and accidentally happen that
Teo was pushed towards the jar and suddenly he lost his balance. The jar
moved and wiggled. All the children run out of the room. Teacher Ligaya
called them to come back, but only Teo went back, slowly into the room. He
looked up to Apo Mayor, his heart is beating fast but he had been brave. He
said to Apo mayor, I’m very, very, very sorry for what happened.
Do you have a name? Apo Mayor asked him in a normal voice. “Ador
Mateo Dacanay Jr. Apo Mayor tell him to tell his father Ador Mateo Dacanay,
Sr. to be at the mayor’s office at 9o’clock in the morning.
Before 9o’clock Mayor Belario’s office was filled with all the officials
and important people of the town. Mr. Belario tells everybody that they
were gathered again for the Values Award. Then he called Mr. Ador Mateo
Dacanay Sr. to honor the Values Award.
Teo didn’t expect it, many people shout “mabuhay” and clapping was
so loud. Mayor Belario want to thanks one person and That’s Apo Mayor
because he is the person who started this Values Award long, long ago. It
was so noisy so Teo covered his ears but like magic, in his mind he heard a
big booming voice, “ESWES!”

III. Educational Implication

The story is a very nice story that gives children a lot of leanings. In
this story Values is important, because we all know that everyone should
learn those values because it ‘s what we treasure not only in most of the
town but especially to our self. We believe that, more than any material
treasure, values are far more important. As we did those values we had, we
represent that we love the creation of God. It is also important to respect
the elders and our neighbors’ property. Our environment is one creation of
God so we need to observe cleanliness in our environment, we should do
what is right and let’s tell the truth not only for our own good but also for
the sake of others.

The story is good to read for children because it’s nice and give a lot
moral to us especially those children. When children read this story they will
know those good things that they need to do because it’s a part of them to
learn and to have values. It’s good because as a child we need to practice
them so that as they grow older they will maintain those values and achieve
a lot of things in life like the father of Teo.
 It’s not just to recognized those person who did a lot of good things or
values but also their parents or guardians who guide them since birth until
they become older.

I. Title: The Three Little Pigs

Author: Richard Bricks

Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for
them to leave home and seek their fortunes. Before they left, their mother
told them “Whatever you do, do it the best that you can because that's the
way to get along in the world”. The first little pig built his house out of straw
because it was the easiest thing to do. The second little pig built his house
out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house. The third little
pig built his house out of bricks. One day the big bad wolf, who dearly loved
to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his house of
straw. He said "Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll
blow your house in! “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little
pig. But of course the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig.
The wolf then came to the house of sticks. "Let me in, Let me in little pig or
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in" "Not by the hair of my chinny
chin chin", said the little pig. But the wolf blew that house in too, and ate
the second little pig. The wolf then came to the house of bricks." Let me in ,
let me in" cried the wolf” Or I'll huff and I'll puff till I blow your house in “Not
by the hair of my chinny chin chin" said the pigs. Well, the wolf huffed and
puffed but he could not blow down that brick house. But the wolf was a sly
old wolf and he climbed up on the roof to look for a way into the brick
house. The little pig saw the wolf climb up on the roof and lit a roaring fire
in the fireplace and placed on it a large kettle of water. When the wolf finally
found the hole in the chimney he crawled down and KERSPLASH right into
that kettle of water and that was the end of his troubles with the big bad
wolf. The next day the little pig invited his mother over. She said "You see it
is just as I told you. The way to get along in the world is to do things as well
as you can." Fortunately for that little pig, he learned that lesson. And he
just lived happily ever after!
II.Summary:

When the mother of three little pigs decided the time for them to
leave home, before they left the house their mother told them that
whatever they do, they should do the best they can do. When they left the
house the first pig built a house that made of straw. The second one built a
house made up of sticks. And the third one built a house made up of bricks.
And when the wolf came along to eat them, the house of the first and
second pigs were destroyed by the wolf. But the third house never destroys.
And the wolf climbed the chimney he slides down into a kettle of water. And
they live happily ever after.

III. Educational implication:

Having read the story of The Three Little Pigs, I found out that it’s
better to be an example story for the children. Because, it represents
competition where every individual experienced and to win the game they
should do their best, think a lot of resources that will make them successful.
Like the third pig in the story he built a house that nobody can destroy.
Although, it’s hard to built he didn’t consider it, but he consider the strength
of the house that pig was a good role model for the children.

I. Title: Juan Tamad and the Flea-Killer

Author: Manuel E. Arguilla

One weakness leads to another. So it was with Juan Tamad’s laziness.

As his body was lazy, so was his mind. Truth being often hard to tell, he took
recourse to lies, which came easy to him. Telling lies became his second
nature.
 One day his mother sent him to town to buy a cooking pot. It so
happened that the townspeople were afflicted be fleas. Nobody knew where
they came from. They crawled up one’s legs and body and lodged
themselves in the hair until one itched like mad. It was horrible.
Juan bought a nice pot and set off for home. On his way back, a flea
got inside his clothe and bit him. He yelled and threw out his arms and
scratched himself as he pranced around. In all this confusion, the pot fell on
the ground and broke into a dozen pieces.
Juan squatted before the broken pot, imagining his mother’s wrath.
He had to do some quick thinking.
He collected all the pieces of the broken pot and, with the help of two
stones, ground them very fine. Then he wrapped up the powder in several
pieces of a banana leaf and went back to town. Up and down the road he
went shouting, “Buy flea-killer! Buy flea-killer!
This seemed heaven sent for the townsfolk who crowded around him
and bought all the packages.
Juan took back home with no cooking pot, but instead a bag of coins.
His mother was pleased. But she still wanted her rice pot, so she sent him
back to town the next day.
Great was the dismay of Juan Tamad when he arrived in town and was
soon set upon by angry men and women shaking their fists in his face and
cursing him.
“We shall tear you limb by limb,” they shouted, “for you sold us no
flea-killer but common sand. You cheat! Now tell us a likely story so you
should not die like a dog. But the story has to be convincing or you will not
be spared.”
“Oh, my good neighbors.” pleaded Juan, “first tell me how you used
the flea-killer.”
“Why, we dusted it on the fleas, of course, how else?” said the
neighbors.
“Ah,” said Juan. “That is what I feared. Have you any of the powder
left?”
No one had any of the powder left. “What a pity,” sighed Juan, “For I
could have shown you how to kill the fleas. First, you catch a flea. Then
open its eyes. It is really very simple.”
“Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!” roared a neighbor, and “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” laughed
another. “It is hard enough to see a flea and catch it, let alone open its
eyes,” said one man.
Juan tried desperately to go on with his story, but such was the din
and noise of angry protest from the people that he found himself cornered.
“Juan, why not tell a truth for a change!” shouted an old woman. And
for the first time in his young life, Juan saw no escape. He told them the
truth as some men lounged forward to pounce on him, the old woman
stopped them and said, “Let the fool go this time. But listen boy, try your
tricks again on us and God save you!”
 “Come, we must tell his mother,” came a voice, and the crowd melted
away, leaving Juan standing alone, still worried about his mother’s wrath.

-END-

II. Summary:
In this story, Juan Tamad is not just lazy but he is also a liar.
One day, his mother asked him to buy a cooking pot in the town
wherein the townspeople were afflicted by fleas. No one knows where they
came from, and it was a horrible situation for the townsfolk.
Juan bought a nice cooking pot and set off to home but on his way, a
flea got inside of his clothe and bit him. Too much panic, he threw out his
arms, scratched himself, and accidentally broke the pot. He looked to the
broken pieces of the pot and imagining his mother’s rage. He had to do
some quick thinking.
He turned the broken pieces of the pot into a fine powder by
grounding it. Next, he wrapped it to some banana leaf and went back to
town. He sell the ground pot to the townspeople and he took back home
with bag of coins. His mother was delighted but then, she still wants a
cooking pot. Therefore, she sent Juan once again to the town.
Back to the town, angry men and women cursing him soon set upon.
They knew that Juan just tricked on them that he sold out just ordinary
sand. They almost want to kill mischievous Juan but the little boy is still
riding on to his own-made story. Yet, the townsfolk do not believe him.
Juan tells them the truth when some men sprawl forward to swoop on
him but the old woman stopped them and said that let Juan go and don’t try
to trick them again. The townspeople will tell Juan’s mother on what
happened and they melted away leaving the mischievous boy worrying
about his mother’s wrath.

III. Educational implication:

This story will help the students on how they can tell the truth in
some unintentionally event. Juan Tamad, as a main character, is not merely
a role model in the story. Hence, he portrays some children who possess
mischievous traits. For that reason, we can explain how a liar boy or girl
face the different consequences on what he or she had lied about. It
teaches them how to be honest to the people around them. As soon as they
read this story, the children may say, “don’t be like Juan tamad” for he
cheats everybody and he even tricked on his mother.
The children will realize that telling a lie will lead them to a terrible
situation and the people around might not trust them again.
 “Truth must not hard to tell because whatever may happen, it will still
reveal.”

I. Title: Little Red Riding Hood

Author: Charles Perrault

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl,
the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond
of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had
a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that
everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my
dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very
ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."

Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother,

who lived in another village.

As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a
very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some
woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was
going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and
talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her
a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother."

"Does she live far off?" said the wolf

"Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you see
there, at the first house in the village."
"Well," said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this way and go you
that, and we shall see who will be there first."

The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the
little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts,
running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not
long before the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the
door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

"Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting
her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by
mother."

The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat
ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he
immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it
been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and
got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who
came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first
afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse,
answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought
you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you."

The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could,
"Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.

The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the
bedclothes, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and
come get into bed with me."

Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was
greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and
said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms you have!"

"All the better to hug you with, my dear."

"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"

"All the better to run with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"

"All the better to hear with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"

"All the better to eat you up with."

And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding
Hood, and ate her all up.

II. Summary :

This story is all about a girl who was called as “ Little Red Riding Hood
“ because of the red coat she always wear. This coat was given to her by
her grandma who lived in the forest.

One morning, her mom told her to visit her grandma because she was
not feeling well. Her mom prepared a basket of food for grandma. Before
she left the house, her mom told her not to stop for anything on the way as
she walks through the forest.

Just at the edge of the forest, a crafty fellow was waiting. It was a
wolf!

When Little Red Riding Hood passed by, he greeted her with a slow
smile and so she also greeted him back. She had never met a wolf before,
so she wasn’t scared. They walked along together. She knew that she
should stop but she did liked to pick flowers for her grandma. And the wolf
left her. He went ahead to grandma’s house.

When Little Red Riding Hood reached the house, she was little bit
surprised because of what she saw. She had noticed the changes in her
grandma’s face— ears, eyes and teeth. And it was then she knew that it
wasn’t her grandma but the wolf she met. The wolf gobbled her up!

Her father went to grandma’s cottage because he was very worried

about Little Red Riding Hood. He was shocked of what he saw— a wolf on
grandma’s bed. Using his axe, he killed the wolf. Then he found Little Red
Riding Hood and also grandma from inside the wolf.

Her grandma felt a lot better so she went back home. Her mom was
glad because her safe.

III. Educational Implication :

As a future elementary teacher, I would like to share this story to my

pupils. I know that this will give and teach them moral lessons that they
need as they grow. This story would then made my pupils realize that they
should follow and obey their parents because they know what are the best
for them. And I also know that this story— “ Little Red Riding Hood “ would
make them remember that children like them, especially attractive, well
bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so,
they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various
kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite,
unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home
and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the
most dangerous ones of all.