God made a world out of his dreams, of magic mountains, oceans and steams. Prairies and plains and wooded land, Then paused and thought. "I need someone to stand on top of the mountains, to conquer the seas.
    
    Explore the plains and climb the trees, Someone to start out small and grow sturdy strong like a tree "and so...He created boys, full of spirit and fun, with dirty faces, banged up chins, To explore and conquer, to romp and run, With dirty faces, banged up chins, with courageous hearts and boyish grins.

     When he had completed the task he's begun  he surely said "That's a job well done".

Why God Make Little Boys


     An one woman having lost the use of her eyes, called a doctor to heal them. She made a bargain with him in the presence of witnesses, that if he could cure her blindness, he world get a sum of money. However, if her blindness continued, she would give him nothing.

     This agreement being made, the doctor, day after day, applied medicine to the eyes and on every visit he took something away, stealing all her property little by little.

    When he stole all she had, he healed her and demanded the promised payment. When the old women gained her sight and say none of her goods in her house, refused to give him anything. The doctor insisted on his claim and she still refused. He summoned her before the judge.

    The old women, standing up in the court, argued, "This man here speaks the truth in what he says. I did promise to give him sum of money if i should recover my sight. However, if I continued to be blind, I was to give him nothing. Now he says that I am healed.
I on the contrary think that i am still blind because when i lost the use of my eyes, i saw many valuable things in my house, but now, though he swears I am cured of my blindness, I am not able to see a single thing in it".

Moral: he who plays a trick must be prepared to take a joke.

The Old Woman And The Physician


     A little boy tried from a long journey, lay down on the very drink of a deep well. Being within an inch of falling in to water, Dame Fortune appeared to him and woke him up.

     She said, "Little boy, please wake up. If you fall into the well, the blame will be put on me, and i shall get a bad name among mortals. Because I find that men are sure to blame their problems on me, most of their problems have been brought on by themselves.

Moral: Everyone is more less master of his own fate. 

The Little Boy And Fortune



     An eagle stayed his flight and asked a lion to make an alliance with him to both their benefit.

     The lion replied, " I have no problem with that, but i need you to give me something so i can trust your word.

     Because how can i trust anyone as a friend who is able to fly away from his bargain whenever he wants?"

Moral: Try before you trust.

The Lion And The Eagle

     One upon a time, a poor widow lived in a cottage with her only son, jack. Jack was idle and one day his mother said to him.
"All we have left in the world worth selling is our cow. Take the cow to market and get a good price for it."

     After much grumbling, lazy jack set out for market, driving the cow in front of him. hi had not gone for when he met a butcher.
"That is a fine cow" said the butch. "i will give you this bag of beans in exchange for it. you will be making a good bargain."

     "very well," agreed jack, pleased that he did not have to go all the way to market.
He gave the cow to the butcher and hurried home. His mother was furious.
"A bag of beans in exchange for a cow!" she shouted. "You stupid boy!"

     In her anger, she threw the beans put of the window and sent jack to bed without any supper. after a restless night, jack woke to find an strange green light filtering into his bedroom. He looked out of the window to see that the leaves of an enormous beanstalk were blocking the sunlight. During the night the beans had taken root and grown so high that the beanstalk disappeared among st the clouds.
filled with curiosity, Jack dragged on his clothes and hurrying out of the house, climbed up the mysterious stalk. After a long weary climb, Jack stepped from the beanstalk on to a wild, desolate land. He walked for miles and at last came to a huge castle standing alone and grim. The boy blew the born which hung by the entrance and in a few moments a large woman opened the door.
"Good morning," said Jack politely. "Could you give me some food and shelter, please?"
"You had best run away as fast as you can," replied the large woman. "My husband is an ogre and if he catches you, he will eat you."

     However, Jack was so hungry, he pleaded with the ogre's wife to take him in. At last she let him into the kitchen and gave him some hot break and milk. Hardly had Jack finished hi meal than the floor started to shake and he heard a mighty voice singing. "Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of man.
Be he alive or be he dead,

     I"ll grind his bones to make my bread."
scarcely id the ogre's wife have time to snatch Jack and hide him in the oven, before the door swung open and a huge ogre stamped into the room.
"There is man here," shouted the ogre. "Cook him for my dinner, wife.
With another roar of rage, the ogre stepped on to the beanstalk.

     Meanwhile, Jack had reached the bottom. He rushed past his mother, who wanted to know what was happening. He had never worked so hard in all his life. As he heard the voice of the ogre roaring for his blood, Jack the stalk. The huge plant crashed to the ground and the giant with it. Together they make such a deep hole that neither was ever seen again.
Then Jack danced for joy and his mother lived happily ever after.

JACK AND THE BEANSTALK

     In the olden days there was a mean old man named Miser McStingy. Working for Miser MscStingy was a boy called Steady O"Sure. He was a good worker, but not very clever.

However, after working for Miner McSure for a year, with no payment, but his food and a roof and a roof over his head, even steady O'Sure began to wonder why he was not getting any wages.
"Isn't it time you paid me some money, Mr McStingy?" he asked one day.

     Miser McStingy flew into a rage. The mention of giving other people money always had that effect on him.

     "If you? are going to turn into a troublemaker, then you can be on your way," he shouted.
Steady O'Sure hated unpleasantness, so he put his few belongings into a bag and set off to find work elsewhere. On the way he stopped to say goodbye to the vicar at the local church.
 
     "It is not right that you should leave without wages," said the vicar to Steady O'Sure. "Go back to Miser McStingy and tell him that if he does not give you some money I will send the constable round to see him." Not wishing to get into trouble with the constable, Miser McStingy gave Steady O'Sure some foreign coins.

     "They are not of much use to me. I will give them to Stready O'Sure and tell him they are coins of great value and he will he pleased," Miser McStingy had thought.

     So that is what happened and Steady O'Sure went to London and found work with a merchant who traded with countries abroad. As Steady was a hard-working lad, the merchant took the trouble to find a foreign trader who would take the strange coins. They proved valuable and Steady was given a large sum of money.

     So Steady had the last laugh over Miser Mcstingy, Which was only right, as he was an honest lad.

The Magic Coins

     Years Ago, a villager worked hard digging his garden to grow vegetables for his young family. He was known as Mr. Dig.

     Nest door to him lived Mr. Big. His family was grown-up and every year Mr. Big grew bigger, for he had little to do, but eat and watch his sons working.

     One day Mr. Dig said to Mr. Big. "Mr. big, I shall be glad when my two sons are grown-up Then I shall take life easy and become big like you."

     "Oh dear, what a problem that will be," sighed Mr. Big, " for then folk will start calling you Mr. Big and the two of us will be up-unless that is, my sons leave and I start digging again and lose weight and become known as Mr. Dig."

     " I could be Mr. Big Dig and you could be Mr. Dig Big," suggested Mr. Dig. But that seemed even more confusing.

     At last the men agreed to worry about the problem when it happened, not before, which is the thing to do with any problem.

Mr. Digand And Mr. Big