ANGSA BERTELUR EMAS

 

 

Di sebuah desa terpencil, hiduplah seorang petani miskin yang bernama Harun, sehari-harinya ia hanya ditemani oleh istri tercintanya yang bernama Aisah.   .Desa mereka bernama Desa Mangku Bumi. Mereka hidup sangat prihatin, mereka tinggal di sebuah gubuk yang yang terbuat dari bambu. Atap rumah mereka pun sudah banyak yang bocor sehingga kalau malam tiba angin bertiup masuk melalui celah – celah atap membuat mereka menggigil kedinginan. Dan kalau hujan deras datang , air hujan akan masuk kedalam rumah mereka, membuat mereka tidak dapat tidur karena tidak ada lagi tersisa tempat yang nyaman bagi mereka tidur.  Tapi karena ia seorang yang jujur, sekalipun hidup miskin mereka hidup bahagia.

 

Rumah kecil mereka mempunyai halaman yang sempit, yang sengaja mereka sisakan untuk ditanami bermacam tanaman obat dan sayuran yang biasanya mereka perlukan, juga terdapat sebuah kandang untuk seekor angsa peliharaan mereka. Angsa itu merupakan satu-satunya yang berharga bagi mereka, jadi angsa itu sangat mereka sayangi. Angsa itu mereka beri nama Si Putih, karena bulunya yang putih bercahaya.

Pada suatu hari, ketika petani pergi ke kandang angsa tersebut, dia menemukan sebutir telur emas di dalam kandang angsanya. Dengan sangat gembira ia bergegas menemui istrinya untuk memperlihatkan telur emas itu. Melihat apa yang ditunjukkan suaminya, si istri berteriak kegirangan, “Kita akan menjadi kaya. Telur ini benar-benar emas murni!” Kata istrinya sambil menimang-nimang telur emas itu.

Pada sore hari setelah mereka mendapatkan telur tersebut,  Aisah mencoba merenungkan apa yang telah terjadi, dan berpikir seandainya mereka bisa lebih cepat mendapatkan terlur emas tersebut , sehingga mereka dapat lebih cepat membangun rumah mereka dan membeli banyak sawah untuk mereka garap, tanpa harus menunggu waktu sang angsa itu bertelur. Setelah cukup lama berpikir Aisah mempunyai ide bagaimana jika mereka sembelih saja angsa tersebut dan kita belah indung telurnya, pasti akan banyak telur emas di dalam indung telurnya dan kita akan menjadi kaya.”

 

Harun merasa ide Aisah itu merupakan ide yang sangat bagus, maka tanpa membuang waktu lagi, mereka segera menangkap angsa tersebut, menyembelihnya, dan membuka indung telurnya. Akan tetapi mereka sangat kecewa karena tidak mendapati satu butir telur emas pun di dalam indung telurnya. Petani dan istrinya kini sedih dan sangat menyesal. Raut mukanya menunjukkan kesedihan yang amat mendalam. Harapan untuk mempunyai rumah yang bagus, serta sawah yang banyak tidak dapat menjadi kenyataan. Hikmah yang dapat kita ambil dari cerita tersebut ialah “ Syukurilah segala sesuatu yang telah diberikan Tuhan kepada kita, Sikap serakah hanya akan mendatangkan keburukan kepada

The Frog Prince

In olden times, when if you made a wish, it would always come true, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face. Close by the King’s castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when the day was very warm, the King’s child went out into the forest and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was dull she took a golden ball, and threw it up on high and caught it, and this ball was her favorite plaything.

Now it so happened that on one occasion the princess’s golden ball did
not fall into the little hand which she was holding up for it, but on to
the ground beyond, and rolled straight into the water. The King’s daughter
followed it with her eyes, but it vanished, and the well was deep, so deep
that the bottom could not be seen. On this she began to cry, and cried
louder and louder, and could not be comforted. And as she was complaining
some one said to her, “What troubles you, King’s daughter? You weep so
that even a stone would show pity.” She looked round to the side from
whence the voice came, and saw a frog stretching forth its thick, ugly
head from the water. “Ah! old water-splasher, is it you?” said she;
“I am weeping for my golden ball, which has fallen into the well.”

“Be quiet, and do not weep,” answered the frog, “I can help thee, but
what wilt you give me if I bring thy plaything up again?” “Whatever
you will have, dear frog,” said she–”My clothes, my pearls and jewels,
and even the golden crown which I am wearing.”

The frog answered, “I do not care for thy clothes, thy pearls and
jewels, or thy golden crown, but if you will love me and let me be
thy companion and play-fellow, and sit by thee at thy little table,
and eat off thy little golden plate, and drink out of thy little cup,
and sleep in thy little bed—if thou wilt promise me this I will go
down below, and bring thee thy golden ball up again.”

“Oh yes,” said she, “I promise thee all you wish, you will but
bring me my ball back again.” She, however, thought, “How the silly
frog does talk! He lives in the water with the other frogs, and croaks,
and can be no companion to any human being!”

But the frog when he had received this promise, put his head into the
water and sank down, and in a short while came swimmming up again with
the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the grass. The King’s daughter
was delighted to see her pretty plaything once more, and picked it up,
and ran away with it. “Wait, wait,” said the frog. “Take me with thee. I
can’t run as thou canst.” But what did it avail him to scream his croak,
croak, after her, as loudly as he could? She did not listen to it, but
ran home and soon forgot the poor frog, who was forced to go back into
his well again.

The next day when she had seated herself at table with the King and all
the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate, something
came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble staircase, and
when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and cried, “Princess,
youngest princess, open the door for me.” She ran to see who was outside,
but when she opened the door, there sat the frog in front of it. Then
she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again, and
was quite frightened. The King saw plainly that her heart was beating
violently, and said, “My child, what art thou so afraid of? Is there
perchance a giant outside who wants to carry thee away?” “Ah, no,”
replied she. “It is no giant but a disgusting frog.”

“What does a frog want with you?” “Ah, dear father, yesterday as I was
in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell into the
water. And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for me,
and because he so insisted, I promised him he should be my companion,
but I never thought he would be able to come out of his water! And now
he is outside there, and wants to come in to me.”

In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried,

“Princess! youngest princess!
Open the door for me!
Dost thou not know what thou saidst to me

Yesterday by the cool waters of the fountain?
Princess, youngest princess!
Open the door for me!”

Then said the King, “That which you have promised, you must do. Go
and let him in.” She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in
and followed her, step by step, to her chair. There he sat and cried,
“Lift me up beside you.” She delayed, until at last the King commanded
her to do it. When the frog was once on the chair he wanted to be on the
table, and when he was on the table he said, “Now, push your little golden
plate nearer to me that we may eat together.” She did this, but it was
easy to see that she did not do it willingly. The frog enjoyed what he
ate, but almost every mouthful she took choked her. At length he said,
“I have eaten and am satisfied; now I am tired, carry me into thy little
room and make thy little silken bed ready, and we will both lie down
and go to sleep.”

The King’s daughter began to cry, for she was afraid of the cold
frog which she did not like to touch, and which was now to sleep
in her pretty, clean little bed. But the King grew angry and said,
“He who helped thee when thou wert in trouble ought not afterwards to
be despised by thee.” So she took hold of the frog with two fingers,
carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner. But when she was in bed
he crept to her and said, “I am tired, I want to sleep as well as thou,
lift me up or I will tell thy father.” Then she was terribly angry,
and took him up and threw him with all her might against the wall. “Now,
you will be quiet, you horrible little frog,” said she. But when he fell down he was
no frog but a King’s son with beautiful kind eyes. He by her father’s
will was now her dear companion and husband. Then he told her how he had
been bewitched by a wicked witch, and how no one could have delivered him
from the well but herself, and that to-morrow they would go together into
his kingdom. Then they went to sleep, and next morning when the sun awoke
them, a carriage came driving up with eight white horses, which had white
ostrich feathers on their heads, and were harnessed with golden chains,
and behind stood the young King’s servant Faithful Henry. Faithful Henry
had been so unhappy when his master was changed into a frog, that he
had caused three iron bands to be laid round his heart, in case it should
burst with grief and sadness. The carriage was to conduct the young King
into his Kingdom. Faithful Henry helped them both in, and placed himself
behind again, and was full of joy because of this wonderful end to their troubles. . And when
they had driven a part of the way the King’s son heard a cracking behind
him as if something had broken. So he turned round and cried, “Henry,
the carriage is breaking.”

“No, master, it is not the carriage. It is a band from my heart, which
was put there in my great pain when you were a frog and imprisoned in
the well.” Again and once again while they were on their way something
cracked, and each time the King’s son thought the carriage was breaking;
but it was only the bands which were springing from the heart of faithful
Henry because his master was set free and was happy.

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Three Little Pig

Once upon a time there were three little pigs.

One morning, the mother pig said, “You must go into the world and make your own way.”

So the three little pigs set out into the world.

The first little pig met a man carrying a bundle of straw and said, “Please may I have some of your straw to build a house with?”

The man gave him some straw and the little pig built himself a fine straw house to live in.

Soon, a hungry wolf came along. He knocked at the door and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin. I won’t let you in.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in.”

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in and ate up the first little pig.

The second little pig met a man with a bundle of sticks.

“Please may I have some of your sticks to build a house with?”

The man gave him some sticks and the little pig built himself a fine stick house to live in.

Soon, a hungry wolf came along. He knocked at the door and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin. I won’t let you in.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in.”

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in and ate up the second little pig.

The third little pig met a man with a bundle of bricks.

“Please may I have some of your bricks to build a house with?”

The man gave him some bricks and the little pig built himself a fine brick house to live in.

Soon, a hungry wolf came along. He knocked at the door and said, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.”

“No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin. I won’t let you in.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in.”

“You may huff and you may puff, but you can not blow my house in,” said the little pig.

So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed, but he could not blow the house in.

Then the angry wolf said, “Little pig, you cannot hide. I will climb on the roof and come down the chimney.”

So the little pig made a big fire in the fireplace and he hung a pot of water over it. As soon as he heard the wolf coming down he snatched the lid off and the wolf fell right into the boiling water.

And that little pig had a very good supper.

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Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, “Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter.”
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.
As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, “I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.”
“Does she live far off?” said the wolf
“Oh I say,” answered Little Red Riding Hood; “it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village.”
“Well,” said the wolf, “and I’ll go and see her too. I’ll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first.”
The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.
“Who’s there?”
“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; “who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother.”
The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.”
The wolf pulled the string n, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.
“Who’s there?”
Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, “It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you.”
The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.”
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the string, and the door opened.
The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, “Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come sit on the bed with me.”
Little Red Riding Hood sat on the bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, “Grandmother, what big arms you have!”
“All the better to hug you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big legs you have!”
“All the better to run with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see with, my child.”
“Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!”
“All the better to eat you up with.”
And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

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