PINOCCHIO AND THE WICKED WITCH

In a large pine forest in the country Italy , lonely . He always dreamed about having a child .
Every day , he went to cut wood for the city people . One day , an idea illuminated his mind , the
idea of crafting a puppet , that he would give the name of Pinocchio . He made the doll and at
night , the puppet come to life ! One year of happiness and thriller passed , on Sunday morning ,
Gepetto told Pinocchio : it's my birthday soon , my little boy ! I hope you do not forget it ! Euuh ,
sure , I'm not ! Pinocchio felt awkward .
He did not think about it . Gepettos birthday comes just three days ahead, and he had not
prepared a gift . After a long night of reflecting , Pinocchio finally decided to offer a homemade
chocolate cake to her as a gift . When the sun rose, Pinocchio was ready to go outside find the
ingredients . The main problem was not even known he was in and the recipe.
So after school , he decided to go ask someone for the ingredients to bake a cake . During
his walk , Pinocchio , the wooden puppet , met shamans city . Hey , little boy , do you need help
for your chocolate cake ? Hum You can help me ? , Tanya Pinocchio . Sure , I could . Follow
me ! After walking a few minutes so , Pinocchio saw big , big , big huge candy house . They
entered together and Pinocchio was caught by a large enclosure . Mouahahaha ! I was finally
able to catch you ! you be mine , you will work for me ! , Said the evil witch .
Pinocchio was terrified . When the guards came and took him out of the cage , he
immediately ran very fast and he managed to escape . At the same time, the evil wizard ,
summoned all his troops with him , ran after him and he pulled out his wand . Evil devil changed
the little wooden puppet into a chocolate cake ! When he returned home , he told the whole story
to his father and they went to find a fairy god . After a long journey , they finally found the fairy
god and they had a magic potion for Pinocchio , Pinocchio to treat the poor.

The Smartest Animal

Once there was a farmer from Laos. Every morning and every evening, he ploughed his
field with his buffalo.

One day, a tiger saw the farmer and his buffalo working in the field. The tiger was very
surprised to see a big animal listening to a small animal. The tiger wanted to know more
about the big animal and the small animal.

After the man went home, the tiger spoke to the buffalo; “you are so big and strong. Why
do you do everything the man tells you?” The buffalo answered; “oh, the man is very
intelligent”.
The tiger asked; “can you tell me how intelligent he is?”. “No, I can’t tell you”, said the
buffalo; “but you can ask him”
So the next day the tiger asked to the man; “Can I see your intelligence?”. But the man
answered; “it at home”. “Can you go and get it?” asked the tiger. “Yes” said the man;
“but I am afraid you will kill my buffalo when I am gone. Can I tie you to a tree?”

After the man tied the tiger to the tree, he didn’t go home to get his intelligence. He took
his plough and hit the tiger. Then he said; “Now you know about my intelligence even
you haven’t seen it.

Blind Listening

A stupid man was sent by his father to sell salt. He first went to a mining area but
nobody there wanted his salt. When he returned home, his father told him that if he had
helped the miners to dig, they would have bought his salt.

The man next went to a house where a wedding was taking place. There he dug a huge
hole. This made the people angry and they chased him away. When he returned home,
his father told him that if he had beaten a drum and danced instead, the people there
would have bought salt from him.

Then, he went to a village where there happened to be a fire. Rushing to the place, he
started drumming and dancing, only to be thrown out by the people. His father told him
that he should have poured water on the fire instead, if he wanted to sell salt there.

In the next place he went to, a couple were fighting with each other. The foolish man
poured a bucketful of water on them, again to be chased away. His father later told him
that he should have tried to settle the quarrel, in which case they would have bought salt
from him.

In the final event, the man saw two bulls fighting with each other. He stepped in to stop
the fight and was gored to death by angry bulls.

Money Isn′t Everything

Donald, Daisy, Huey, Louie and Dewey all went to visit Uncle Scrooge one cold autumn
day. They knocked at the door and had to wait a long time before all the bolts were
undone. Even then Uncle Scrooge looked very suspicious, as if they were Beagle Boys in
disguise. The old miser was very surprised to see them all.
"Well, well. I suppose you'd better come in," he croaked at the door.

"Have you got a sore throat, Great- Uncle Scrooge?" chirped Louie.

"Don't be cheeky, Louie!" scolded Daisy.

"Stuff and nonsense!" croaked

Uncle Scrooge. "I have got a sore throat! The young lad's right."

"Sorry to hear that, Uncle," said Donald sympathetically. "Should I send Dewey out to
get you some cough
drops?"

"No. They cost too much money nowadays," complained the old miser. "I'd rather suffer
the tickle in my throat."

"You don't seem very happy, Uncle Scrooge," soothed Daisy.

"Mind your own business!" snapped Uncle Scrooge.

"Poor old Great-Uncle Scrooge," chirped Dewey, who had jumped up to sit on his Great-
Uncle's knee.

"What do you mean—poor Great- Uncle Scrooge!" chuckled Uncle Scrooge. "I've got
more money than Fort Knox."
"What I meant," explained Dewey, "was that I had a sore throat too, and I hardly have
any money. But I bought some cough drops." With that Dewey pulled out his box of
cough drops and gave them to Uncle Scrooge.

"You can have my cough drops, Uncle," smiled Dewey, "because they cured my sore
throat."

Uncle Scrooge didn't know what to say. But one great big tear rolled down his face.

"Poor Great-Uncle Scrooge," echoed the triplets.

The Smartest Parrot

Once upon time, a man had a wonderful parrot. There was no other parrot like it. The
parrot could say every word, except one word. The parrot would not say the name of the
place where it was born. The name of the place was Catano.

The man felt excited having the smartest parrot but he could not understand why the
parrot would not say Catano. The man tried to teach the bird to say Catano however the
bird kept not saying the word.

At the first, the man was very nice to the bird but then he got very angry. “You stupid
bird!” pointed the man to the parrot. “Why can’t you say the word? Say Catano! Or I will
kill you” the man said angrily. Although he tried hard to teach, the parrot would not say
it. Then the man got so angry and shouted to the bird over and over; “Say Catano or I’ll
kill you”. The bird kept not to say the word of Catano.
One day after he had been trying so many times to make the bird say Catano, the man
really got very angry. He could not bear it. He picked the parrot and threw it into the
chicken house. There were four old chickens for next dinner “You are as stupid as the
chickens. Just stay with them” Said the man angrily. Then he continued to humble; “You
know, I will cut the chicken for my meal. Next it will be your turn, I will eat you too,
stupid parrot”. After that he left the chicken house.

The next day, the man came back to the chicken house. He opened the door and was
very surprised. He could not believe what he saw at the chicken house. There were three
death chickens on the floor. At the moment, the parrot was standing proudly and
screaming at the last old chicken; “Say Catano or I’ll kill you”.

The Three Companions Cholera, Fear & Death

EVERY YEAR Cholera made a visit to the Holy City of Mecca. Her companions were always
Death and Fear. One year it happened that Fear came before Death and Cholera, and the
gatekeeper, who did not know her, let her go into the city.

When the other two appeared before the gate of the Holy City, the watchman called angrily, "So!
You come again to bring sorrow and misery, do you? And how many victims are you going to
take this time, cursed Cholera?"

"Don't carry on so” Cholera said easily. "I imagine I won't take more than five hundred."

"And you, dread Death," the gatekeeper cried, turning to her. "How many people are you going
to take out of the Holy City to your kingdom?"

"Oh, Til take whatever Cholera gives me," Death answered quietly.

"Well," the gatekeeper muttered, "go in. But watch out, Cholera, that you take no more than five
hundred victims! You promised! And you, Death, don't you dare to take more than Cholera gives
you!"

"Gatekeeper," they said together, "you can rely on our word." And side by side they passed
through the opened gate and into the Holy City.

Long weeks they remained in the city, and then they called to the gatekeeper to open the gates
again.

"Hmm," the gatekeeper muttered, "how many victims do you take, Cholera?"
"I did my best not to go beyond the promised number/' Cholera answered. "And so I am taking
no more than four hundred and ninety/'

"Now, that sounds as if you're speaking the truth," the gatekeeper decided. He turned toward
Death. "And you, Death, how many are you taking with you?"

"Oh, I am taking more than a thousand with me," Death answered at once.

The gatekeeper was horrified. "How can that be?" he cried in astonishment. "Cholera herself said
she is taking only four hundred and ninety!"

"Yes," Death answered, "that is what Cholera is taking. But most of those who died were taken
by Fear, who came unnoticed through your gate. One day you will know, old man, that our sister
Fear does more harm and causes more deaths than Cholera!"

Diceritakan Adele Leeuw dalam Indonesian Legends and Folk Tales

The Valiant Little Tailor

One summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his table by the window,
he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his might. Then came a peasant
woman down the street crying, good jams, cheap. Good jams, cheap. This
rang pleasantly in the tailor's ears, he stretched his delicate head out of the
window, and called, come up here, dear woman, here you will get rid of your
goods.

The woman came up the three steps to the tailor with her heavy basket, and
he made her unpack all the pots for him. He inspected each one, lifted it up,
put his nose to it, and at length said, the jam seems to me to be good, so
weigh me out four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a quarter of a pound that
is of no consequence. The woman who had hoped to find a good sale, gave
him what he desired, but went away quite angry and grumbling. Now, this
jam shall be blessed by God, cried the little tailor, and give me health and
strength. So he brought the bread out of the cupboard, cut himself a piece
right across the loaf and spread the jam over it. This won't taste bitter, said
he, but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite.

He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger and
bigger stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam rose to where
the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they were attracted and
descended on it in hosts. HI, who invited you, said the little tailor, and
drove the unbidden guests away. The flies, however, who understood no
german, would not be turned away, but came back again in ever-increasing
companies. The little tailor at last lost all patience, and drew a piece of cloth
from the hole under his work-table, and saying, wait, and I will give it to
you, struck it mercilessly on them.

When he drew it away and counted, there lay before him no fewer than
seven, dead and with legs stretched out. Are you a fellow of that sort, said
he, and could not help admiring his own bravery. The whole town shall
know of this. And the little tailor hastened to cut himself a girdle, stitched it,
and embroidered on it in large letters, seven at one stroke. What, the town,
he continued, the whole world shall hear of it. And his heart wagged with
joy like a lamb's tail. The tailor put on the girdle, and resolved to go forth
into the world, because he thought his workshop was too small for his
valor.

Before he went away, he sought about in the house to see if there was
anything which he could take with him, however, he found nothing but an
old cheese, and that he put in his pocket. In front of the door he observed a
bird which had caught itself in the thicket. It had to go into his pocket with
the cheese. Now he took to the road boldly, and as he was light and nimble,
he felt no fatigue. The road led him up a mountain, and when he had
reached the highest point of it, there sat a powerful giant looking peacefully
about him. The little tailor went bravely up, spoke to him, and said, good
day, comrade, so you are sitting there overlooking the wide-spread world. I
am just on my way thither, and want to try my luck. Have you any
inclination to go with me. The giant looked contemptuously at the tailor,
and said, you ragamuffin. You miserable creature.

Oh, indeed, answered the little tailor, and unbuttoned his coat, and showed
the giant the girdle, there may you read what kind of a man I am. The giant
read, seven at one stroke. And thought that they had been men whom the
tailor had killed, and began to feel a little respect for the tiny fellow.
Nevertheless, he wished to try him first, and took a stone in his hand and
squeezed it together so that water dropped out of it. Do that likewise, said
the giant, if you have strength. Is that all, said the tailor, that is child's play
with us, and put his hand into his pocket, brought out the soft cheese, and
pressed it until the liquid ran out of it. Faith, said he, that was a little better,
wasn't it. The giant did not know what to say, and could not believe it of the
little man. Then the giant picked up a stone and threw it so high that the
eye could scarcely follow it. Now, little mite of a man, do that likewise. Well
thrown, said the tailor, but after all the stone came down to earth again, I
will throw you one which shall never come back at all. And he put his hand
into his pocket, took out the bird, and threw it into the air. The bird,
delighted with its liberty, rose, flew away and did not come back. How does
that shot please you, comrade, asked the tailor.