She would have been a nightmare of a mother-in-law. In a cruel twist, Aliwan was on board one of the ships that sank. Distraught, Marag-sa-tubig forgot to tell the monsoon god to turn off the tap and the storm continued, eventually causing the sea to sweep over the salt-producing cave, turning the seas salty forever.
Three friends hanging out, doing some body painting—what could possibly go wrong? Plenty, it turns out in this tale from the Gamalanga tribe in Australia. The only reason we have any fresh water today is thanks to the wallaby, who had removed some water in a cup for himself earlier. Before there were Bloods and Crips, there were gods and demons. Not a group to give up easily, the gods called in the powerful sage Agastya, who drank up the entire ocean, exposing the demons who were swiftly taken down by the gods.
He gathered his wife and four children around him. Delicious white fish that was good to eat! Remembering what the man had told him, Bayani waited until there was enough fish for his family. And then…? And the jar stopped! Just like that! Bayani took the fish out of the jar and handed it to his son so he could start cooking.
Bayani only needed a little bit of salt. So, as soon as he saw a thin layer along the bottom? And they continued using the jar into the new year… asking only for what they needed, and nothing more. As he got closer, he spotted Bayani through the window. It seemed his little brother was acting strangely.
Was he talking to a jar…?!? Now, as you know, Rizaldo was an impatient man… and a greedy one, too. He noticed his older brother was trembling, and his eyes were as wide as saucers. It should be mine! You should give it to me because I am the older brother! So usually, he would say yes to his older brother. But Bayani knew Rizaldo was a greedy man. So, this time would have to be different. He clenched his hands in to fists. I could have the jar make pile after pile of salt, and then sell it to become a rich man!
Even richer than I am now! You are SUCH a fool. That he must only ask the jar for what he needed. He stomped back to his big boat. I am the older brother. I should have that magic jar. He grunted as he drove his oars through the water. Suddenly, he had an idea. I will steal it! Then I will have piles and piles of salt all to myself. I will sell those piles and piles of salt and make piles and piles of money! He congratulated himself for being so smart, and as he rowed the rest of the way home… he smiled.
Rizaldo wanted that jar so badly he could taste it. Kjeld Abell was a Danish dramatist, he studied political science but afterwards began a…. Since the s Polish illustrators and publishers have been recognised for their unique and high…. Your email address will not be published. Name required. Email required. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Share this If you like this blog post you will also like.
0コメント