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Fairy Tales & Hans Christian AndersenOnce upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He traveled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess. One evening a terrible storm came; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the palace gate, and the old king went to open it.It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! What a sight the rain and the wind had made he ...
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Posted by admin at 2005, October 17, 6:08 PM
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Once upon a time a girl named Angelica set off from home, hoping to find work to help support her large family. After a few days, she began to feel homesick and sat down to weep. She was suddenly startled to see a gentleman standing before her. When Angelica told him that she sought work, he smiled and said, "What luck! I'm in search of a girl who might work for me." Angelica agreed, so they set off together. They walked into the woods and came to a gate that opened to a magnificent garden. Her new master had told her about a special treatment that she had to apply on his son Peter's eyes. But he had cautioned her never, ever to use the potion on herself. But Angelica did not listen. One morning, she decided to try a little of the potion for her own eyes. She dabbed a drop into her eyes. S ...
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Long ago, the god-child Krishna was born. Krishna's uncle planned to kill him because he had been told one of his sister's sons would be his assassin. To protect the child, Krishna's father left the child with the childless cowherd Nanda and his wife Yasoda. When Nanda and Yasoda awoke, they were overjoyed to find a child sleeping next to them.In many ways Krishna behaved like any other mischievous boy. With a gleam in his eye, he opened fences to let the cows roam free. He stole pots of food to feed to the monkeys.Yasoda cherished Krishna, but her patience had a limit. One morning she left a churn of butter in the shed. Krishna sneaked in. He loved butter. He picked up the pot, raced outside with it, and climbed a tree. He began to scoop out and gobble up the butter, licking his fingers a ...
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Once upon a time a young couple had a baby named Jaime whom they loved very much. They believed he was a remarkable child. Jaime grew older. One day after dinner Jaime demanded more food. "You've had enough," his mother said, but Jaime stamped his feet, and when his mother looked at him, she saw not a beautiful baby but an angry child.The next day was no better. Suddenly the most marvelous child in the world had turned into a monster. He was always hungry, forever demanding, brimming with anger. When they tried to play with their son, Jaime ignored them, and when they asked the boy what was wrong, Jaime turned away. They decided that Jaime no longer loved them, and they began to fear their child. "We have to get away from him," Jaime's mother whispered. "It would be better if he were not l ...
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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. If we didn't see some rain soon, we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to ...
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