Have you heard about the arrogant donkey? The animals and birds lived with some of them in a large farm. All the animals loved their owner, the good farmer, because he cared for them a lot, treated them well—especially the strong donkey who helped him in his work in the field and in carrying loads and things without trouble or exhaustion. The farmer would present food to the donkey morning and evening—especially the sweet barley that the donkey loved a lot. ...
One day, in a place called Sari, came a merchant selling vessels and ornaments. A beautiful girl passed with her mother, and their poverty was similar. They wondered how to sell it in the same village and profit from it—if someone saw it, they would hide from me and when they sold it, they would hide from it. So they said to the boat owner, “Can you lend us your boat? We have an idea. Why don’t you transport the goods by half? You sell your goods in half and you in the other half. When you finish from your place, you two can share the profits.” They replied to him that it was a wonderful idea. Thus, the two men began and set off on their way. ...
Since ancient times, the world was still new, and animals had started working for humans. All animals existed, even the camel, but the camel didn’t want to work. He lived in the vast desert and did nothing but howl. The camel fed on grasses, thorns, and algae existing in the desert, which were also lazy plants like the camel. When anyone spoke to the camel, he would say to him, “Humph,” nothing more. ...
A child named Ziyad tells the story: “Can you see me? Of course, you can see me. For several days, it was difficult to see anything. Do you know what happened? One night, all the lamps disappeared from the house and from the entire town. Darkness was everywhere. It was a terrible and frightening matter. Everyone felt fear. We searched everywhere and didn’t find the lamps. All the town’s residents gathered, asking where the lamps were and who stole the lamps.” ...
One day, after the mother breastfed her little daughter Marjorie and she slept, she placed her in her crib. She said to herself, “I will go to my neighbor to give her these things and return in one minute before the girl wakes up and feels my absence.” The mother hadn’t seen her neighbor for a while, so when she went to her, the neighbor stood to talk with her about some matters. While the mother was talking with her neighbor, they heard a fire alarm and the smell of smoke throughout the area. ...
Majid is very happy. He’s spending his vacation at his grandfather’s village. Everything in the village seems beautiful, even the moon, whose color was red that night. While Majid was drawing in his room, he heard a strange noise. He ran toward his grandfather. “What’s the matter, Grandfather?” His grandfather said to him as he was preparing to go out, “The village residents are waiting for my first signal to bang on pots and tour the village to scare whoever is strangling the moon and make him leave it.” ...
One day in the beautiful streets of Granada, this discussion occurred. A man said, “What a sad thing. He’s a handsome man but hasn’t married.” Another said, “Will he ever choose a wife? Have the women of Granada run out?” Another said, “Will he remain alone?” Another said, “Don’t say that. He deserves a wife to be our queen.” Another said, “Let’s all pray for the beloved king to find his beautiful wife.” Another said, “The king is a generous man and looks for the suitable lady.” Another said, “And who will this lady be?” This question puzzled all the residents of Granada for a long time. ...
Richard looked at his face in the mirror with some disgust. There was something obvious in his face that made him never smile again. He would keep his lips pressed together all the time. Richard was an eleven-year-old child who was very happy and smiled a lot until that day when he was playing with his siblings and smiling while they were getting ready to go to school. When their mother told them that the school bus had arrived, his brother Dick snatched his backpack and his clarinet, and they all ran toward the stairs. ...
In ancient times, the town of Florence faced a catastrophe where the artistic street lost its faith in its art. Painters and artists turned away from colors after they had nourished the spirit of the street with their art. All this was because of poverty. Despite people’s love for art, painters received little. Gradually, the streets lost their beauty, and colors were kept from children. Painters worked in other jobs to earn their living. In those difficult circumstances, some artists tried to elevate the value of art and keep their love for it. ...
One day, Prince said, watching from behind the door which guard could pass. Sarah said, “We might get into trouble.” Sarah was trying to open the chest. He said to her, “Hurry, I think someone is coming toward us.” She said to him, “What did you find inside?” She said, “It seems to be some type of rock.” She took a dark green stone from the chest and needed to carry it with both hands, then looked at Prince in confusion and asked him, “Why does your father keep a rock in this cage?” ...