The story of an ant

One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather across my back terrace. Several times it was confronted by obstacles in its path and after a momentary pause it would make the necessary detour. At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the concrete about 10mm wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked across it and picked up the feather on the other side then continued on its way.

I was fascinated by the ingenuity of this ant, one of God’s smallest creatures. It served to reinforce the miracle of creation. Here was a minute insect, lacking in size yet equipped with a brain to reason, explore, discover and overcome. But this ant, like the two-legged co-residents of this planet, also shares human failings. After some time the ant finally reached its destination – a flower bed at the end of the terrace and a small hole that was the entrance to its underground home. And it was here that the ant finally met its match. How could that large feather possibly fit down that small hole? Of course it couldn’t. So the ant, after all this trouble and exercising great ingenuity, overcoming problems all along the way, just abandoned the feather and went home.

The ant had not thought the problem through before it began its epic journey and in the end the feather was nothing more than a burden. Isn’t life like that! We worry about our family, we worry about money or the lack of it, we worry about work, about where we live, about all sorts of things. These are all burdens – the things we pick up along life’s path and lug them around the obstacles and over the crevasses that life will bring, only to find that at the destination they are useless and we can’t take them with us

 

The story of Elephant Rope

As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life

via The story of Elephant Rope.

A Story of Winter Night in the Forest


It was a winter night and the cool breeze is making animals feel cold and seek some shelter and a cover on their bodies to keep themselves warm.  The sparrows entered their nests, the rabbits went into their burrows, the parrots went into the holes on the tree trunks, the squirrels hid into the shoots of the coconut tree.  Thus all those birds and animals settled down to face the chill night.  Dr.Dove was watching all these animals in the bright moon light from its whole on the nearby rocky hill.
By mid night the chillness increased and a couple of crows had fallen seriously ill for the exposure to the severe cold. As the Sun rises all the animals and birds started coming out and assembled at the bottom of the rocky hill.”What a cold it was last night.  The winter has just begun now.  By January it would be very cold.  If the cold winds blow like this we will certainly reduce in number”, – said a crane that lives on the nearby thorn bushes. “I could hear the sound of my teeth as I shivered in the night”, – said a dog. “Though we are big we too feel the cold”, said an elephant. “Though I am in my Den I too felt it”.
“Here comes an idea’ – said Dr. .Dove by landing on a big stone. “We all know that the Lion lives in a big den in this hill.  I have seen another small den that can comfortable accommodate our Lion.  It is just on the other side of this Hill.  I feel that the Lion can leave this big den and occupy the small one so that those animals that have no home can take shelter in the big den.  Thus they can protect themselves from exposing to the severe cold”.
As soon as Dr. Dove completed telling this, the lion roared and rejected the idea. “I need this big den let animals seek shelter in the small den that you had located”.
Looking at the elephants Dr .Dove said – “Dear Lion this is only for the winter months and rainy days the rest of the time you can use this big den”.  The elephants trumpeted in support of this statement and urged the lion to agree. Seeing the unity and the support Dr. Dove got from the herd of Elephants the Lion said : “OK I agree”.
The animals disbursed in search of food. It was night again.  All those animals that have no home gathered in the big den and felt good to be there.  As the night advances the cold winds blew more frequently and making the animals shiver even in the Den.  Some how they spent the night and gathered again at the bottom of the hill to share their experiences.
“Since the den is not so deep it can protect us partially from the severe cold.  We have to live with it” , opined the deer. 
Having listened to this discussion, Dr. Dove said: “I have another idea to help you keep warm. You all can collect the twigs and our elephant friends can bring dried logs in the forest to the den.   As mid night comes one of you can make these twigs and dried logs into a small heap and set fire.  Then the den gets the warmth from this fire”.
“Great idea!” said and jumped a monkey.
That night the animals made their own hearth and felt the warmth and slept comfortably. The animals made it a practice to gather together to feel warm in the winters of life.

Story of the flying Elephants

There was a time when elephants could fly and had four big wings. In fact they were God’s favourite vehicles; he used to ride on an elephant when he was busy creating the world. But once humans started living on earth and God’s work was over, their importance decreased.

Not only that, the elephants had developed very irritating habits. Sometimes they would crow like cocks. And sometimes, tired of flying in the sky, they would go and sit on the rooftops of houses. The
houses would collapse. The whole world knew how heavy the elephants were, but these creatures had no idea about the trouble they were causing.
It was time for God to take action. He invited the big beasts for a fantastic feast. The elephants stuffed themselves with so much food that once they had eaten their fill, they rolled over on their stomachs and went to sleep.
That was the moment God had been looking for. He quietly cut off the elephants’ wings. He gave away two of their wings to the peacock, which is how the bird got its beautiful tail.
Then God stuck the other two wings on the banana plant, which is how it got its big leaves. When the elephants woke up groggy from sleep, they discovered their great loss. And they got wild — so wild that they scampered off into the forests.

The Story of Diplomatic Reply

The Lion, the king of animals, one day called all his subjects to his court, a vast, smelly cave.
The bear felt nauseated by the smell and held his nose. The lion was offended and gave him a blow that knocked him senseless.
“Does my court smell that bad?” he asked the monkey.
“Not at all, Your Highness,” said the monkey, ingratiatingly. “I would say your court smells like a bouquet of flowers.”
The lion knew this was not possible and knocked him senseless too.
The other animals, including a fox, began to sidle out of the cave but the lion caught the fox’s tail and pulled him back.
“Let us have your opinion,” he said. “Does my court smell?”
“I have a terrible cold, Your Highness,” said the fox, forcing a sneeze. “I cannot smell a thing so I cannot tell you whether your court smells or not.”
The lion liked his clever reply and gave him an important post at his court.

Story of Donkey who didn’t help

A dog and a donkey were going to the market with their master. It was a very long walk across a mountainous path. At noon, the master ate the little food he had brought along, unloaded the donkey, and settled down under a tree for a nap. The donkey began to eat the grass growing there, but there was nothing for the dog to eat.
“There are some loaves among the load you were carrying,” said the dog to the donkey. “Let’s take one and share it between ourselves.”
“Wait till the master gets up!” said the donkey, tersely. “He’ll feed you then.”
Just then a ravenous wolf came into view.
“Help me, help me, dog!” pleaded the donkey, quavering in fear.
“I’m so hungry I don’t have the strength to do anything,” replied the dog. “Wait till the master gets up. He’ll certainly help you.”

Story of Safety in Numbers

A fly was flying around a web but it seemed reluctant to land, so finally the resident spider poked its head out and invited it in.
“No, thank you,” said the fly. “I was looking for other flies but I don’t see any. I only feel safe in a crowd.”
The fly streaked away. Presently, it came across a large number of flies sitting on a large piece of paper.
“Don’t land!” warned a bee flying past. “ It’s flypaper. All those flies are stuck to it!”
“What nonsense,” retorted the fly. “They’re enjoying themselves! See they’re dancing!!”
“They’re not dancing! They’re trying to free themselves!!” yelled the bee,
but the fly wasn’t listening. It settled on the flypaper, and got stuck.

Moral: ‘Safety in Numbers’ may be a good slogan, but it’s not always true.

Butterfly Love Story

Two butterflies were in love.
One day, they decided to play Hide n Seek.
Male Butterfly – “Lets play a small game”
Female Butterfly – “Ok”
Male Butterfly – “The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in the morning, that one loves the other one more.
Female Butterfly – “Ok”
Next morning, the male butterfly waited for the flower to open so that he can sit before the female butterfly in order to show that he loved her more than she loved him. It waited and waited and finally, the flower opened. The male butterfly cried at what he saw. His love had died inside the flower. She stayed there all night so that early in the morning as soon as she sees him she can fly to him and tell him how much she loved him, but now her death proved how much she loved him.

The Tongue-Cut Sparrow Story

Once upon a time there lived a little old man and a little old woman. The little old man had a kind heart, and he kept a young sparrow, which he cared for tenderly. Every morning it used to sing at the door of his house.
Now, the little old woman was a cross old thing, and one day when she was going to starch her linen, the sparrow pecked at her paste. Then she flew into a great rage and cut the sparrow’s tongue and let the bird fly away.
When the little old man came home from the hills, where he had been chopping wood, he found the sparrow gone.
“Where is my little sparrow?” asked he.
“It pecked at my starching-paste,” answered the little old woman, “so I cut its evil tongue and let it fly away.”
“Alas! Alas!” cried the little old man. “Poor thing! Poor thing! Poor little tongue-cut sparrow! Where is your home now?”
And then he wandered far and wide seeking his pet and crying,
“Mr. Sparrow, Mr. Sparrow, where are you living?”
And he wandered on and on, over mountain and valley, and dale and river, until one day at the foot of a certain mountain he met the lost bird. The little old man was filled with joy and the sparrow welcomed him with its sweetest song.
It led the little old man to its nest-house, introduced him to its wife and small sparrows, and set before him all sorts of good things to eat and drink.
“Please partake of our humble fare,” sang the sparrow, “poor as it is, you are welcome.”
“What a polite sparrow,” answered the little old man, and he stayed for a long time as the bird’s guest. At last one day the little old man said that he must take his leave and return home.
“Wait a bit,” said the sparrow.
And it went into the house and brought out two wicker baskets. One was very heavy and the other light.
“Take the one you wish,” said the sparrow, “and good fortune go with you.”
“I am very feeble,” answered the little old man, “so I will take the light one.”
He thanked the sparrow, and, shouldering the basket, said good-bye. Then he trudged off leaving the sparrow family sad and lonely.
When he reached home the little old woman was very angry, and began to scold him, saying,
“Well, and pray where have you been all these days? A pretty thing, indeed, for you to be gadding about like this!”
“Oh,” he replied, “I have been on a visit to the tongue-cut sparrow, and when I came away it gave me this wicker basket as a parting gift.”
Then they opened the basket to see what was inside, and lo and behold! it was full of gold, silver, and other precious things!
The little old woman was as greedy as she was cross, and when she saw all the riches spread before her, she could not contain herself for joy.
“Ho! Ho!” cried she. “Now I’ll go and call on the sparrow, and get a pretty present, too!”
She asked the old man the way to the sparrow’s house and set forth on her journey. And she wandered on and on over mountain and valley, and dale and river, until at last she saw the tongue-cut sparrow.
“Well met, well met, Mr. Sparrow,” cried she. “I have been looking forward with much pleasure to seeing you.” And then she tried to flatter it with soft, sweet words.
So the bird had to invite her to its nest-house, but it did not feast her nor say anything about a parting gift. At last the little old woman had to go, and she asked for something to carry with her to remember the visit by. The sparrow, as before, brought out two wicker baskets. One was very heavy and the other light.
The greedy little old woman, choosing the heavy one, carried it off with her.
She hurried home as fast as she was able, and closing her doors and windows so that no one might see, opened the basket. And, lo and behold! out jumped all sorts of wicked hobgoblins and imps, and they scratched and pinched her to death.
As for the little old man he adopted a son, and his family grew rich and prosperous.

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