Long ago in one of the poor villages, there lived an old poor man. Despite his poverty, the king envied him because he owned a beautiful white horse unlike any other. The king tried repeatedly to buy it but to no avail. Though the king offered him an excellent price, the old man refused, saying: “This is not just an ordinary horse to me; it is my friend, so how can I sell my friend? Forgive me, my lord, for this is impossible.” ...
Barba Melon was the strongest and fiercest pirate in the seven seas. He had collected a legendary treasure during his storming of ships in all parts of the world. It was the largest treasure that made him the best pirate. Barba Melon didn’t trust anyone because he was a strong pirate, so he always carried his private treasure under his feet in a part of his ship that he had securely allocated to place the treasure in. ...
We must all recognize that cooperation is an important value we should learn, acquire, and practice. Especially because this beautiful value can take the form of helping others or helping ourselves by others’ aid to us—all are different forms of cooperation and care in carrying it out. It may ward off some evils from us and, in its wake, send the wicked away. We have long heard that unity is strength and that the many prevail over individual courage alone, making those who cooperate together like a tightly knit building, each part supporting the other, as happened in our story today. ...
In a small forest in India, there was a small boy named Mowgli. He lived with a group of wolves, where the mother wolf found him alone in the forest. She took him and raised him with her cubs, showing him much care and affection. She feared for him and always warned him to stay away from the pack so he wouldn’t harm himself. Mowgli used to play with all the animals in the forest, for he loved everyone and everyone loved him. So his friendships with animals multiplied, such as the bear Baloo, Bagheera the panther, the monkey, and many other friends. But only one animal hated Mowgli and was waiting for any opportunity to harm him. That was the tiger Shere Khan. ...
The fox heard the rabbits giggling in their field as they jumped and chased each other, happy here and there. The fox’s mouth watered, and he said to himself: How to reach them? How delicious their taste is. Suddenly, a strange idea jumped into his head, and he quickly executed it. He put black glasses on his eyes and held a stick in his hand, heading toward the rabbits, feeling his way with the stick as a blind man does. ...
In one of the remote villages, there was a man with eight children: six males and two females. But he died, leaving them in the care of their pregnant mother. She gave birth after her husband’s death to a male child, but he resembled a monkey! His appearance was bad. The villagers and relatives refused his presence among them and asked his mother to get rid of him. But she refused, embraced her child, and told them she would raise him like his brothers. So they expelled her outside the village and sent her to live with her child in a distant hut. ...
In a small room on the surface of a white paper, the square, triangle, and circle lived in love and harmony. One morning, an event caused disagreement and quarrel among the three geometric shapes. A long-legged spider crept into the small room, climbed the wall, intending one of the corners, then began weaving fine threads skillfully, weaving a web to catch insects. As soon as he finished, he tied one of his threads to the ceiling and hung swinging. When he reached the edge of the window, he shouted: Spider, spider, come, for I have found a place for you to weave your web. The spider approached him, saying: By God, have you found the place? I’ll divide it for you. Look at the ceiling, there are three empty corners. The spider smiled and said: Oh, what a lovely spider. I got tired trying to weave my web but didn’t succeed. ...
In the small, beautiful village with its wholesome air and flowing river, with its sweet waters and fish playing here and there under the waters, the old fisherman would go out every day with one of his daughters. They worked together, where he would fish and leave to his daughter who accompanied him the task of placing the fish in the vessel they collected inside. The father and his eldest daughter returned one day after catching as many fish as he could for that day. He left to his good wife the task of cleaning and preparing it for lunch. While they were sitting around the table, his daughter Layla, the youngest of his daughters, asked him how he caught those good fish. He answered her that he only puts bait in his hook or net and throws it to them in the water, waiting quietly while glorifying God. ...
The two friends, the small-sized fox and the large bull with big horns, agreed to spend a day wandering in the areas of the green forest. The fox was smart, evasive, and cunning, while the bull, despite his size, was stupid and dull. Half the day passed, the sun’s heat intensified, and the two friends felt extreme thirst, so they went in search of a water spring to quench their thirst. ...
It is told that a man from wealthy businessmen who loved helping others and donating money to the needy fell ill one day due to his extreme laziness. His family, friends, and all who loved him were saddened. His extreme laziness caused an increase in the percentage of fat in his body, which made him move with great difficulty. Then it wasn’t long before his feet dried up, and he could no longer move them. He was forced to work from home and spent days and weeks without going out or moving. At first, he thought that by not moving like that, he would preserve his health, but the situation turned against him. ...