tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37064796636127563502024-03-29T04:03:25.488-07:00Owly.OrgOwly.Org: Fairy Tales, Folklores, Folk Tales, Fables, Mythologies And LegendsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-56312117325251583562021-04-14T01:26:00.005-07:002022-01-01T20:52:36.802-08:00The Cruel Crane OutwittedThe Cruel Crane Outwitted [Indian Fairy Tales]Long ago the Bodisat was born to a forest life
as the Genius of a tree standing near a certain lotus pond.
Now at that time the water used to run short
at the dry season in a certain pond, not over large, in which there were a good
many fish. And a crane thought on seeing the fish:
"I must outwit these fish somehow or
other and make a prey of themAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-26068141896145312292021-03-21T23:54:00.005-07:002022-01-01T20:57:40.147-08:00How The Monkey And The Goat Earned Their ReputationsHow The Monkey And The Goat Earned Their Reputations [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time the tiger sent an invitation to
the goat asking the goat to accompany him on a visit. The goat promptly
accepted the invitation and at the appointed day they started on their journey
to the house of the tiger's friend. On the way there they came to a dangerous
marsh. The tiger was afraid to cross Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-30992068763143741942021-03-21T23:49:00.002-07:002022-01-01T20:59:59.373-08:00How The Monkey Became A TricksterHow The Monkey Became A Trickster [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time there was a beautiful garden in
which grew all sorts of fruits. Many beasts lived in the garden and they were
permitted to eat of the fruits whenever they wished. But they were asked to
observe one rule. They must make a low, polite bow to the fruit tree, call it
by its name, and say, "Please give me a taste of your Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-6875334837056331872021-03-21T23:45:00.002-07:002022-01-01T21:01:42.069-08:00How The Speckled Hen Got Her SpecklesHow The Speckled Hen Got Her Speckles [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, there was a
little white hen. One day she was busily engaged in scratching the soil to find
worms and insects for her breakfast. As she worked she sang over and over again
her little crooning song, "Quirrichi, quirrichi, quirrichi." Suddenly
she noticed a tiny piece of paper lying on the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-70259013270108399172021-03-21T23:38:00.002-07:002022-01-01T21:02:45.791-08:00Why The Tiger And The Stag Fear Each OtherWhy The Tiger And The Stag Fear Each Other [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time there was a large handsome stag
with great branching horns. One day he said to himself, "I am tired of
having no home of my own, and of just living anywhere. I shall build me a
house." He searched on every hill, in every valley, by every stream, and
under all the trees for a suitable place. At last he found Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-77663303283852861242021-03-21T22:37:00.003-07:002022-01-01T21:03:34.982-08:00Why The Lamb Is MeekWhy The Lamb Is Meek [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time there was a little lamb
frisking gaily about the pasture. The bright sunshine and the soft breezes made
him very happy. He had just finished a hearty meal and that made him happy too.
He was the very happiest little lamb in all the world and he thought that he
was the most wonderful little lamb.
A big toad sat on the ground and Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-64108015359492949812021-03-21T22:34:00.006-07:002022-08-13T14:46:56.569-07:00How The Tiger Got His Stripes How The Tiger Got His Stripes [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, so long ago
that the tiger had no stripes upon his back and the rabbit still had his tail,
there was a tiger who had a farm. The farm was very much overgrown with
underbrush and the owner sought a workman to clear the ground for him to plant.
The tiger called all the beasts together and
said toAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-2239857385816401452021-03-21T02:56:00.002-07:002022-08-13T14:49:19.042-07:00How the Toad Got His BruisesHow the Toad Got His Bruises [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, the toad
had a smooth skin. In those days he was a great gad about. He never could be
found in his own house. If any one had a party he was sure to go, no matter how
far away from home it was held, or how long it took to get there.
One day the toad received an invitation to
attend a party in the sky. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-77790332392154216702021-03-21T02:49:00.001-07:002022-08-13T14:50:36.177-07:00How the Rabbit Lost His TailHow the Rabbit Lost His Tail [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, the rabbit
had a long tail, but the cat had none. She looked with envious eyes at the one
which the rabbit had. It was exactly the sort of a tail she longed to have.
The rabbit was always a thoughtless careless
little beast. One day he went to sleep with his beautiful long tail hanging
straight out Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-40090354294429757982021-03-21T02:45:00.002-07:002022-08-13T14:51:36.019-07:00How Night CameHow Night Came [Fairy Tales From Brazil]Years and years ago at the very beginning of
time, when the world had just been made, there was no night. It was day all the
time. No one had ever heard of sunrise or sunset, starlight or moonbeams. There
were no night birds, nor night beasts, nor night flowers. There were no
lengthening shadows, nor soft night air, heavy with perfume.
In those days Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-62467770131720413042021-03-20T02:44:00.004-07:002022-08-13T14:53:30.732-07:00Alcestis Alcestis [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]FOR many years the remembrance of Apollo's service kept Thessaly full of
sunlight. Where a god could work, the people took heart to work also. Flocks
and herds throve, travellers were befriended, and men were happy under the rule
of a happy king and queen.
But one day Admetus
fell ill, and he grew weaker and weaker until he lay at death's Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-22947471837324135662021-03-20T02:37:00.002-07:002022-08-13T14:54:35.472-07:00Admetus And The Shepherd Admetus And The Shepherd [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]APOLLO did not live always free of care, though he was the most glorious of
the gods. One day, in anger with the Cyclopes who work at the forges of Vulcan,
he sent his arrows after them, to the wrath of all the gods, but especially of
Zeus. (For the Cyclopes always make his thunderbolts, and make them well.) Even
the divine archer Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-66738793224448053202021-03-20T02:27:00.005-07:002022-08-13T14:55:19.180-07:00Niobe Niobe [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew] THERE are so many tales of the vanity of kings and queens that the half of
them cannot be told.
There was
Cassiopæia, queen of Æthiopia, who boasted that her beauty outshone the beauty
of all the sea-nymphs, so that in anger they sent a horrible sea-serpent to
ravage the coast. The king prayed of an Oracle to know how the monster might be
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-17782733288569906882021-03-20T02:23:00.007-07:002022-08-13T14:56:18.198-07:00PhaethonPhaethon [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]ONCE upon a time, the reckless whim of a lad came near to destroying the
Earth and robbing the spheres of their wits.
There were two
playmates, said to be of heavenly parentage. One was Epaphus, who claimed Zeus
as a father; and one was Phaethon, the earthly child of Phœbus Apollo (or
Helios, as some name the sun-god). One day they were boasting Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-65375759266208410862021-03-20T02:12:00.003-07:002022-08-13T14:57:13.024-07:00Icarus and Dædalus Icarus and Dædalus [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]AMONG all those mortals who grew so wise that they learned the secrets of
the gods, none was more cunning than Dædalus.
He once built, for
King Minos of Crete, a wonderful Labyrinth of winding ways so cunningly tangled
up and twisted around that, once inside, you could never find your way out
again without a magic clue. But the king's Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-5271282856756410782021-03-20T02:05:00.006-07:002022-08-13T14:57:55.034-07:00Orpheus and EurydiceOrpheus and Eurydice [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]WHEN gods and shepherds piped and the stars sang, that was the day of
musicians! But the triumph of Phœbus Apollo himself was not so wonderful as the
triumph of a mortal man who lived on earth, though some say that he came of
divine lineage. This was Orpheus, that best of harpers, who went with the
Grecian heroes of the great ship Argo Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-58365613593493579602021-03-20T02:00:00.006-07:002022-08-13T14:58:36.174-07:00The DelugeThe Deluge [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]EVEN with the gifts of Prometheus, men could not rest content. As years
went by, they lost all the innocence of the early world; they grew more and
more covetous and evil-hearted. Not satisfied with the fruits of the Earth, or
with the fair work of their own hands, they delved in the ground after gold and
jewels; and for the sake of treasure Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-49279924565351977822021-03-20T01:56:00.002-07:002022-08-13T14:59:11.634-07:00PrometheusPrometheus [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]IN
the early days of the universe, there was a great struggle for empire between
Zeus and the Titans. The Titans, giant powers of heaven and earth, were for
seizing whatever they wanted, with no more ado than a whirlwind. Prometheus,
the wisest of all their race, long tried to persuade them that good counsel
would avail more than violence; but Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-36012750113619825032021-03-20T01:51:00.006-07:002022-08-13T15:00:01.476-07:00The Judgment Of MidasThe Judgment Of Midas [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]PAN came at length to be such a wonderful piper with his syrinx (for so he
named his flute) that he challenged Apollo to make better music if he could.
Now the sun-god was also the greatest of divine musicians, and resolving to
punish the vanity of the country-god, and so he consented to the test. For
judge they chose the mountain Tmolus, Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-34005287824074245052021-03-20T01:44:00.003-07:002022-08-13T15:00:34.319-07:00The Wood-FolkThe Wood-Folk [Old Greek Folk Stories Told Anew]PAN led a merrier life than all the other gods together. He was beloved
alike by shepherds and countrymen, and by the fauns and satyrs, birds and beasts,
of his own kingdom. The care of flocks and herds was his, and for home he had
all the world of woods and waters; he was lord of everything out-of-doors! Yet
he felt the burden of it no more Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-39410275608905471192021-03-19T22:01:00.005-07:002022-08-13T15:04:27.551-07:00April: The Month Of Spring And RainbowsApril: The Month Of Spring And Rainbows [The Red Indian Fairy Book]
The Spring Beauty
(Chippewa)
AN
old man was sitting in his lodge, by the side of a frozen stream. It was the
end of Winter, the air was not so cold, and his fire was nearly out. He was old
and alone. His locks were white with age, and he trembled in every joint. Day
after day passed, and he heard nothing but the sound ofAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-74362146094560373842021-03-19T21:55:00.002-07:002022-08-13T15:05:10.030-07:00May: The Month Of Flowers And BirdsMay: The Month Of Flowers And Birds [The Red Indian Fairy Book]
The Elves
(Iroquois)
THE little Elves of Darkness, so says the old Iroquois Grandmother, were
wise and mysterious. They dwelt under the Earth, where were deep forests and
broad plains. There they kept captive all the evil things that wished to injure
human beings,—the venomous snakes, the wicked spiders, and the fearful
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-84640779778174235672021-03-19T21:49:00.003-07:002022-08-13T15:06:45.424-07:00June: The Beautiful MonthJune: The Beautiful Month [The Red Indian Fairy Book]
Why Wild Roses Have Thorns
(Salteaux)
LONG, long ago, Wild Roses had no thorns. They grew on bushes the stems of
which were smooth and fragrant, and the leaves a delicate green. The
sweet-smelling pink blossoms covered the bushes. Oh! they were beautiful to
see!
But they made such
delicious eating, that the Rabbits and other Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-60015085203682292162021-03-19T21:40:00.005-07:002022-08-13T15:07:57.516-07:00July: The Hot MonthJuly: The Hot Month [The Red Indian Fairy Book]
The Firebird
(Whullemooch)
VERY long ago the Indians of Puget Sound had no fire. They had heard of
fire but they had never seen it. They ate all their food raw, and on cold days
sat shivering and unhappy. And they had no pleasant lodge fire to gather around
on wet nights.
It happened one
day, while the people were sitting on the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706479663612756350.post-65378136869195026522021-03-19T21:07:00.003-07:002022-08-13T15:08:37.463-07:00August: The Month Of Water and ForestsAugust: The Month Of Water and Forests [The Red Indian Fairy Book]
Legend of Niagara and the Great Lakes
(Chippewa)
IN
old, old times, on the highest peak of a great mountain dwelt a hunter and his
five sparkling daughters. Their lodge was of bright birch bark, and on clear
days they could see the distant sea flashing like a silver band.
"Come out!
Come out!" cried the youngest Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com