Kata-kata Hikmat

Kata-kata hikmat tokoh tersohor

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A1. 'Orang yang berbahagia itu ialah orang yang

mengambil pengajaran daripada orang lain' - Abdullah Bin Mas'ud

2. 'Ilmu itu didapati dengan lidah yang gemar bertanya dan akal yang suka berfikir' - Abdullah Ibnu Abbas

3. 'Seperti halnya karat memakan besi, demikianlah pula iri hati memakan manusia' - Anisthenes

4. Setiap orang memiliki kelebihan dan kekurangan yang tidak dimiliki oleh orang lain' - Arcele Ari Tandy

5. 'Air yang terus menerus menitik itu akan dapat menembusi batu walaupun bagaimana kerasnya batu tersebut'

6. 'Anda akan berasa betapa menyesal tidak mempunyai wang tetapi anda akan lebih menyesal jika tidak mempunyai pengatahuan'

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B1.

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C1. 'Langkah pertama untuk mendapatkan

pengatahuan adalah mengatahui bahawa kita tidak berpengatahuan' - Cecil

2. 'Contoh di sekeliling adalah buku terpenting yang dapat dibaca oleh anak-anak' - Chtysostomus

3. 'Kehormatan terletak dalam pekerjaan yang jujur' -

Cleveland

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D1. 'Tingkah laku yang sopan dan hormat terhadap

orang lain adalah dua sifat utama seorang yang bijaksana' - Disraeli

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E1. 'Tanpa semangat tidak ada pekerjaan besar yang

dapat diciptakan' - El Leseur 2. Rasa takut biasanya timbul daripada kebodohan' -

El Leseur 3. 'Barang siapa dapat menguasai dirinya sendiri

adalah seorang yang bijaksana' - Eugane

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F1. 'Berharap tanpa usaha adalah pekerjaan yang sia-

sia' - Feltham 2. 'Hati apabila tidak mahu kepada hikmat dan ilmu

dalam masa 3 hari, maka matilah hati itu' - Fthul Maushuli

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G1. 'Kebahagiaan paling utama adalah dalam

kesihatan'- George William Curtis 2. 'Modal yang paling baik darpada seseorang adalah

kerajinannya' - Girard

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H1. 'Orang bijaksana berfikir dua kali sebelum berbicara

sekali' - Hajji Bektasy Wali 2. 'Jangan bersedih hati kerana tidak menduduki

jawatan tinggi, lebih baik memikirkan cara memegang peranan yang sesuai dengan keperibadianmu' - Harold Khon

3. 'Belajar tanpa berfikif tidak ada gunanya tetapi berfikir tanpa belajar amat merbahaya' - Harold Khon

4. 'Daripada pengajaran itu menambahkan ilmu, Daripada zikir itu menambahkan kasih dan daripada tafakur itu menambahkan takut' - Hatim

5. 'Katakanlah yang benar walaupun pahit untuk dikatakan' - Hobben

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I1. 'Kepuasan jiwa kerana mencari pengatahuan itulah

kepuasan yang sejati' - Ibnu Rusyd 2. 'Ilmu pengatahuan itu adalah sahabat bagi teman

hidup sampai kepada penghabisan umur kita' - Unknown

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J1. 'Orang yang bijaksana adalah orang yang

mengatahui sejauh mana dia dapat pergi' - Jean Cocteau

2. 'Tidak ada yang lebih mencelakakan daripada bekerja tanpa menggunakan ilmu pengatahuan' -

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe 3. 'Usahalah untuk tidak menegakkan kepala anda

lebih tinggi ada topi anda' - John Lyly 4. 'Berfikiran tradisional adalah musuh nombor satu

bagi orang yang mempunyai suatu program kejayaan peribadi. Berfikiran tradisional membekukan fikiran anda, menghalang kemajuan dan mencegah anda memperkembangkan tenaga kreatif' - John Schwartz Davey

5. 'Kesulitan adalah batu asahan kehidupan setiap puncak kerjaya dicapai dengan jalan mengatasi kesulitan kesulitan' - John Schwartz Davey

6. 'Kalau kamu berbuat baik hendaklah kamu tutup dan kalau orang membuat kebaikan kepada kamu hendaklah kamu berterima kasih' - Unknown

7. 'Kemenangan diperolehi kerana kekuatan, kekuatan diperolehi kerana persatuan, persatuan diperolehi kerana kesepakatan' - Unknown

8. 'Kelebihan burung adalah sayapnya. Kelebihan gajah adalah kekuatannya tetapi kelebihan manusia adalah akalnya' - Unknown

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K1.

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L1. 'Supaya berhasil saya harus menunjukkan bahawa

saya lebih rajin daripada orang lain' - Lord Cambell

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M

1. 'Kematangan bukanlah suatu keadaan yang dicapai secara tiba-tiba. Ia merupakan suatu perkembangan yang berterusan dan dicapai lebih banyak oleh wawasan daripada usia' - Michal Drury

2. 'Semakin banyak anda mengatahui, semakin pandai. Semakin banyak pengatahuan anda semakin banyak yang anda akan hasilkan' - Unknown

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N1. 'Tetapkan matlamat anda, cubalah terus sampai

anda mencapainya' - Napoleon Hill

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O1. 'Kesedaran sekalipun hanya sesaat saja sering lebih

berharga daripada pengalaman sepanjang hidup' - Oliver Wendell Holmes

2. 'Orang yang membaca sebuah buku yang dalam ertinya, lebih besar manafaatnya daripada membaca 50 buah buku cerita yang tidak beerti' - Unknown

3. 'Orang yang berlaku sopan santun kepada orang tua-tua, nyata berperasaan baik dan berhati pengasih. Yang kecil dikasihi sama besar hormat dihormati' - Unknown

4. 'Orang yang berjaya ialah orang yang berilmu manakala orang yang disegani ialah orang yang berbudi' - Unknown

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1. 'Waktu adalah penasihat yang paling bijaksana' - Pericles

2. 'Jangan bimbang menghadapi segala penderitaan sebab semakin dekat cita cita akan tercapai semakin banyak penderitaannya' - Plato

3. 'Berusahalah membuat kebaikan, lebih baik berbuat demikian pada hari ini daripada esok kerana hidup ini adalah pendek sedangkan waktu berlari kencang' - Pythagoras

4. 'Kegagalan bukan beerti kehancuran tetapi jadikanlah kegagalan itu sebagai batu loncatan mencapai kejayaan' - Pythagoras

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Q1.

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R1.

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S1. 'Kehidupan ini seperti mainan catur, siapa yang

dapat memandang jauh ke depan dialah yang menang' - Syney Charles Buxton

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U1. 'Manusia yang berakal adalah manusia yang suka

menerima nasihat dan meminta nasihat' - Umar bin Khaththab

2. 'Pelajarilah ilmu. Pelajarilah ilmu itu untuk kenteteraman, ketetapan hati dan kelembutan jiwa, tunduklah dengan merendahkan diri kepada orang tempat kau belajar' - Umar bin Khaththab

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V1. 'Kerja yang dilakukan dengan semangat yang tidak

kenal menyerah, dapat mengatasi segala-galanya' - Vergilius

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W1. 'Jika anda berasa tidak mempunyai salah atau

bersifat baik berbuatlah seperti sifat itu sudah ada pada diri anda' - William Shakespeare

2. 'Baik dan buruk disebabkan oleh fikiran kita sendiri' - William Shakespeare

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X1. 'Ilmu itu adalah suatu kemuliaan yang tidak ternilai

harganya' - X (Anonim)

2. 'Jangan mengeluh hanya kerana anda tidak mempunyai kasut sebelum melihat orang yang tidak mempunyai kaki' - X (Anonim)

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Y1.

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Z1. Setiap orang boleh asalkan berlatih, berlatih dan

sekali lagi berlatih' - Zulfall 2. Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one

thinks of changing himself' - Leo Tolsty, Russian author

3. 'He that never changes his opinions never corrects his mistakes, will never be wiser on the morrow than he is today' - Tyron Edwards

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Buah yang menjadi tanda tanya

Satu pertandingan menjawab teka-teki telah diadakan antara sang monyet dan kura-kura. Al-kisahnya, mereka sebenarnya nak beradu kekuatan, tetapi tidak mahu menggunakan cara cerita zaman kanak-

kanak dulu yang mana arnab berlumba lari dengan kura-kura..Mengikut mereka, zaman IT ni lebih baik mereka menggunakan

kepintaran akal dalam menjawab teka-teki. Teka-teki dimulakan dengan monyet (yang agak angkuh) bertanya soalan kepada kura-kura.. Monyet : Apakah yang sama macam lembu, muka macam lembu, ekor macam lembu, tanduk macam lembu... tetapi bukan

lembu.. Kura2 : Nanti aku fikir sekejap.. Monyet : Jangan lama-lama sangat. Ini tak main talian hayat tau! (Monyet merasakan bahawa kura-kura pasti tidak boleh menjawab soalannya.) Kura2 : Aku rasa jawapannya ialah.... GAMBAR LEMBU... Betul tak nyet?? Monyet :

Betul!! Kura2 : Soalan tu, budak pra sekolah pun boleh jawab. Monyet : Ye lah tu.... Soalan kau pulak macamana?? Aku tak sabar nak jawab

ni.. Kura2 : Buah apa yang sering menimbulkan pertanyaan?? Monyet : Ada berapa talian hayat? Kura2 : Aku bagi kau teka sampai 3 kali. Monyet : Durian.. Kura2 : Salah.. Monyet : Rambutan Kura2 : Salah

jugak Monyet : Buah tangan Kura2 : Pun salah Monyet : Kalau semua salah.... apa jawapannya? Kura2 : Buah epal Monyet : Kenapa buah epal?? Kura2 : Tu.. kau dah buat pertanyaan..... Ini bermakna buah

epal lah jawapannya. Ini bermakna aku menang!!! Kura2 meninggalkan monyet yang masih termanggu-manggu memikirkan

jawapan yang diberi oleh kura-kura tadi

Tom The Snowman

Title: Tom The Snowman By Renny Yaniar Credit to http://www.geocities.com/kesumawijaya/tom.html

Tom stood proudly in a vast snow field. His big and tall body was made from snow. A striped shawl circled around his neck. His eyes and nose were made from two black balls and a red ball. His smiling lips were made by a rope. His hand was holding a broom. His head was wearing a hat. Wow, Tom looked great! Tom saw some lights in the distance. Those lights were from Jan and Hendrik's home, two brothers who created him. Jan and Hendrik named that snowman Tom. Tom was very happy! Because at first, he was only some snow packs. Snow which was stepped by many kids. Jan and Hendrik changed him to a snowman. Now his name was Tom.

"Thanks Jan, thanks Hendrik," mumbled Tom. He kept on looking at the house of those kids. It was late at night already. Tom saw row of pine trees. Those ware covered with snow. He saw the stars in the sky too. The stars smiled. They seemed talking to Tom. "It's late Tom. Sleep now. Have a nice dream!" Then Tom closed his eyes.

Suddenly Tom's body shook. And then the wind blew his hat. Then his broom, his shawl, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth. Tom wanted to scream. But he couldn't. Then Tom's snow body flew and scattered to the ground. Tom the anowman hadn't got his form anymore.

Tom was very sad. All night long he cried. "hu hu hu... I want to be a snowman! I want to be a snowman!" Tom kept on crying till morning.

His crying was heard by four birds. The birds were flying. "Hey snow, why are you crying?" asked a bird. "hu hu hu... I am sad!" "Why are you sad?" asked the birds all together. "Actually I was a snowman. Last night the storm destroyed my body. You know, I want to be a snowman always. I want to see the kids playing in the snow field. I want to play with them," told Tom.

The he told the birds about everything that happened to him. THe birds agreed to help Tom. Then the birds flew. They brought Tom's striped shawl. The brought it to Jan and Hendrik's home. Coincidentally they met that boys in the street.

Jan and Hendrik were preparing their ski equipment. The birds dropped the shawl in front of Jan and Hendrik. They were very shocked. "Hey, it is Tom's!" shouted Jan. He was amazed. "Maybe something happened to Tom. You remember Jan, there was a storm last night," said Hendrik. "Lets go there!" replied Jan. They brought their ski equipment. They ran to Tom's place. "Poor Tom," Hendrik muttered. "Let's make a new Tom. A stronger Tom," asked Jan. hendrik nodded.

They were singing some songs while making the new snowman. A few hours later Tom had stood again. Handsomer than before. Tom was very happy. His mouth never stoped smiling. Now he could see the kids who were learning to ski. They were so cute and funny. They could see the kids throwing the snowballs. Not only that! Tom could see the cute rabbits. They had just wokwn up. They were amazed to see Tom. "Thanks birds. Thanks Jan and Hendrik!" mumbled Tom happily.

The Rabbit in the Moon

Title:The Rabbit in the Moon Credit to http://www.dancingponyproductions.com/children/rabbitmoon.html

Once! In India, the land of magic and many gods, there lived four friends who were faithful to one another: the Monkey, the Jackal, the Otter and the Hare. They made their home far in the North where the proud mountains open their arms wide to the cool blue sky. The friends settled near a small river that flowed through the foothills.

On the edge of their river stood a large banyan tree, and underneath that tree sat another friend of theirs---an old, old man. One day the old man called the friends to come and sit with him and, as they gathered round he said, "Oh, the day will come when a beggar man will appear and ask for your help. Are you ready, brothers? What will you be able to give him?"

The Monkey laughed: "Oh, that should be no problem. No problem at all. I shall offer him bananas!"

The Jackal swished his tail and whispered with confidence, "Surely, I can procure him some eggs."

The Otter sat on a rock nearby clapping in delight. "I know! I know! I'll catch him a fish!"

But, when the Rabbit heard their plans, his heart sank. What could he give the beggar? After all, he only ate grass...

The old man turned to the Hare. "Dear friend," he coaxed, "Do you have something for him, too?"

For a moment, the Rabbit sat silent, listening to the river rushing by. Suddenly, his eyes brightened and he perked up his long ears. "I do not have the same things to give a hungry man as my friends do," he admitted, "But if the beggar comes to me, I shall tell him to build a fire. Then I'll jump into it myself so that he can eat me!"

The old man smiled and nodded, but the others laughed. Who could believe that?

While they were talking, a soft Breeze was circling the tree and heard the Rabbit's kind words. So the Breeze carried the Rabbit's promise on his back--high into the sky--- higher and higher-- into the heavens where the gods lived on the other side of the clouds.

The gods were amazed to hear of such generosity. What a large heart! They decided to test that tiny Rabbit. So Indra, the Lord of All, took the form of a beggar and, on the night of the full moon, he journeyed down to earth on a path of moonbeams. Indra found the Rabbit sitting by the sparkling river in the moonlight, eating grass. Disguised as a beggar, Indra was all bent and weathered and wearing rags, and he hobbled over to the little creature holding out his hand and saying: "Whatever shall I do? I am so tired and weak and hungry. If I do not eat something soon, surely I will die..."

The Rabbit looked up at him and, without a moment's hesitation, he said, "Dear sir, if you will gather some kindling and some firewood and build me a fire here, I can give you something."

So the beggar collected wood and made a raging fire. The Rabbit looked at the beggar and nodded. He took a running leap and jumped into the middle of the blaze. But, instead of landing on hot coals, instead of burning up, he was whisked away by the Wind and placed onto soft cool grass nearby. The Rabbit was surprised. He glanced over at the Beggar.

But the beggar was changing before the Rabbit's eyes. He dropped his rags. He stood up straight and tall. He grew larger and taller and younger and brighter until he was a beautiful silver giant standing by the river in the moonlight.

"Kind Rabbit," he smiled, "What a generous heart you have! I am not a beggar at all. I am Indra, Lord of the gods. I simply came as a beggar to test you. Now all the world shall know of your kindness." And with that, Indra reached over to one of the great, tall mountains, picked up a huge rock and squeezed it until he'd made a piece of chalk. Then he reached way up to the moon and drew a picture for everyone all over the world to see. A picture of the Rabbit. And whenever the moon is full, no matter where you may be, you can look up into the night sky, see the Rabbit and remember his kind, kind ways. - The End-

The Three Wishes

Title: The Three Wishes Credit to : http://www.dancingponyproductions.com/children/three_wishes.html

Once, deep in the middle of the forest, there lived a woodcutter with his dear wife. They were poor--Oh! So poor, they could hardly feed their cat!

One day, as usual, the woodcutter went out into the forest to work. His wife, who loved him very much, wanted to make him a nice supper, but--what a pity--when she opened the cupboards, they were quite bare. All she could find anywhere in the whole house was a little onion. Never mind. She cut up that onion, shed a few quiet tears, and took a pan out for cooking. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The wife opened to find a most peculiar old woman standing there wrapped up in a shawl. Peculiar, perhaps, but not dangerous, and her sparkling eyes lit up the room!

"Oh my dear child," said the old one to the wife, "Would you be so kind as to give me some water? I'm quite tired from traveling through these woods and I need to take a break."

"Why certainly, Old Woman, sit down and rest while I get you something cool to drink." The wife smiled to herself. At last she could offer that. So she filled a cup with water and gave it to the stranger. The old woman took a long drink.

"Thank you my child," she whispered. "How very kind of you." Then she sat up tall and looked into the wife's eyes. "I'd like to give you something for your trouble..."

"Oh, there's really no need," said the wife.

But the old one nodded. She stood up and walked over to the door. Then she turned around. "Oh, dearie," she said, "I insist. You shall have three wishes. You and your family." And in an instant, she had disappeared.

Well, the wife was thrilled! Three wishes! Now she could make a fine meal for her dear husband and make him very happy! She walked over to the stove and looked into the pan full of chopped onions...

"Oh, I wish I had a nice, fat, juicy sausage to cook up with this," she bubbled. Suddenly, a huge sausage appeared in the pan. It was a large sausage. A long sausage. A heavy, spicy, strong sausage. And it smelled delicious cooking in that pan. In fact, its smells soon drew the woodcutter through the door.

"Wife!" he cried, "What is that wonderful, delicious fragrance? I'm as curious as a cat! Whatever are you cooking? And wherever did you get it?"

"Oh, my dear husband," smiled the wife. "I simply wished for it and it appeared."

"What?" he frowned, "How is that possible? What have you done?"

So the wife told her husband the story of the stranger at the door and her happy news about the three wishes. But her husband wasn't pleased. He wasn't pleased at all. He sighed and he moaned. Then he slumped and he groaned.

"WHAT?" he screamed, "You got three wishes and you wasted one on a silly sausage? Surely that's a stupid thing to do! We could have asked for gold, or we could have had a boat. We could have had new clothes, or a castle with a moat..."

"I'm sorry," cried the wife, "I only wanted to fix you something nice for supper." But her husband couldn't hear here. He was way too full of rage. He banged the kitchen table with his fist. He simply couldn't hear her. He was angry at that stage. He whispered, the he bellowed, then he hissed:

"I wish that sausage were stuck to your nose!"

Suddenly, the sausage jumped out of the pan, flew through the air and hooked onto the end of the poor wife's nose! It was a large sausage. A long sausage. A heavy, spicy, strong sausage. It drooped over her nose and way past her chin. In fact, it was hard for her to hold up her head!

"Oh no!" she cried, "What have you done? Look at me! Help! Get this thing off! HELP!"

The husband was horrified. He tried to pull it off. He was a strong man, but no match for that sausage. It was stuck fast to her nose. Stuck like glue. He pulled again. "YEOW!" yelled his wife, "This is not the way to go. You're a woodcutter. You will have to try and cut it. That's the only way I know." So he....

Took a saw, took a chisel, took a hammer, took a saw--

Took a knife, took the scissors, took a razor--that's not all--

Took an ax and a chain saw, took a Switzer army knife,

Tried to cut while she shouted "I'm in danger for my life!"

Nothing seemed to work. That sausage was stuck on tight. So he stopped, took a breath. Then he sighed and he moaned. Rolled his eyes, sat up tall. Then he slumped and he groaned: "I've just got to try again. I've just got to get it right! If I cannot get it now, we'll be sitting here all night! So, he...

Took a saw, took a chisel, took a hammer, took a saw--

Took a knife, took the scissors, took a razor--that's not all--

Took an ax and a chain saw, took a Switzer army knife,

Tried to cut while she shouted, "I'm in danger for my life!"

So he stopped once again. Rolled his eyes and he sighed. Sat up tall, then he slumped. Then he may as well have cried.

"Try again," cried the wife, as she tried to lift her head. "After all, this is the only thing we have for supper..." What a fix they were in! He was a woodcutter. He ought to be able to do this. So, he...

Took a saw, took a chisel, took a hammer, took a saw--

Took a knife, took the scissors, took a razor--that's not all--

Took an ax and a chain saw, took a Switzer army knife,

Tried to cut it while she shouted,

"I'm in danger for my life!

That's enough! are you crazy? This is not how you do it!

We will have to use that third wish--Just admit to me--you blew it!"

The third wish. That's all they had left. And they had to use it to remove the sausage. The third wish. The husband groaned.

"Dear wife." he sighed, "I wish that sausage would come off your nose."

Immediately, the sausage flew back through the air and into the pan. It was a large sausage. A long sausage. A very spicy, strong sausage. And it tasted quite delicious that night for supper.

from the collection "Wish Away!" copyright©2001, Mary Lloyd Dugan Sources: This is a traditional European folktale, which can be traced to England, Sweden, Poland and Lithuania--just to name a few countries. The theme, of course, is international!

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves

Title: Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves Books: 1001 Nights Special Thanks to: http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/alibaba.html Retold by Andrew

Lang Edited by D. L Ashliman In a town in Persia there dwelt two brothers, one named Kassim, the other Ali Baba. Kassim was married to a rich wife and lived in plenty, while Ali Baba had to maintain his wife and children by cutting wood in a neighboring forest and selling it in the town. One day, when Ali Baba was in the forest, he saw a troop of men on horseback, coming toward

him in a cloud of dust. He was afraid they were robbers, and climbed into a tree for safety. When they came up to him and dismounted, he counted forty of them. They unbridled their horses and tied them to trees. The finest man among them, whom Ali Baba took to be their captain, went a little way among some bushes, and said, "Open, Sesame!" so plainly that Ali Baba heard him. A door opened in the rocks, and having made the troop go in, he followed them, and the door shut again of itself. They stayed some time inside, and Ali Baba, fearing they might come out and catch him, was forced to sit patiently in the tree. At last the door opened again, and the Forty Thieves came out. As the Captain went in last he came out first, and made them all pass by him; he then closed the door, saying, "Shut, Sesame!" Every man bridled his horse and mounted, the Captain put himself at their head, and they returned as they came. Then Ali Baba climbed down and went to the door concealed among the bushes, and said, "Open, Sesame!" and it flew open.

Ali Baba, who expected a dull, dismal place, was greatly surprised to find it large and well lighted, hollowed by the hand of man in the form of a vault, which received the light from an opening in the ceiling. He saw rich bales of merchandise -- silk, stuff-brocades, all piled together, and gold and silver in heaps, and money in leather purses. He went in and the door shut behind him. He did not look at the silver, but brought out as many bags of gold as he thought his asses, which were browsing outside, could carry, loaded them with the bags, and hid it all with fagots. Using the words, "Shut, Sesame!" he closed the door and went home. Then he drove his asses into the yard, shut the gates, carried the money-bags to his wife, and emptied them out before her. He bade her keep the secret, and he would go and bury the gold. "Let me first measure it," said his wife. "I will go borrow a measure of someone, while you dig the hole." So she ran to the wife of Kassim and borrowed a measure. Knowing Ali Baba's poverty, the sister was curious to find out what sort of grain his wife wished to measure, and artfully put some suet at the bottom of the measure. Ali Baba's wife went home and set the measure on the heap of gold, and filled it and emptied it often, to her great content. She then carried it back to her sister, without noticing that a piece of gold was sticking to it, which Kassim's wife perceived directly her back was turned. She grew very curious, and said to Kassim when he came home, "Kassim, your brother is richer than you. He does not count his money, he measures it." He begged her to explain this riddle, which she did by showing him the piece of money and telling him where she found it. Then Kassim grew so envious that he could not sleep, and went to his brother in the morning before sunrise. "Ali Baba," he said, showing him the gold piece, "you pretend to be poor and yet you measure gold." By this Ali Baba perceived that through his wife's folly Kassim and his wife knew

their secret, so he confessed all and offered Kassim a share. "That I expect," said Kassim; "but I must know where to find the treasure, otherwise I will discover all, and you will lose all." Ali Baba, more out of kindness than fear, told him of the cave, and the very words to use. Kassim left Ali Baba, meaning to be beforehand with him and get the treasure for himself. He rose early next morning, and set out with ten mules loaded with great chests. He soon found the place, and the door in the rock. He said, "Open, Sesame!" and the door opened and shut behind him. He could have feasted his eyes all day on the treasures, but he now hastened to gather together as much of it as possible; but when he was ready to go he could not remember what to say for thinking of his great riches. Instead of "Sesame," he said, "Open, Barley!" and the door remained fast. He named several different sorts of grain, all but the right one, and the door still stuck fast. He was so frightened at the danger he was in that he had as much forgotten the word as if he had never heard it. About noon the robbers returned to their cave, and saw Kassim's mules roving about with great chests on their backs. This gave them the alarm; they drew their sabers, and went to the door, which opened on their Captain's saying, "Open, Sesame!" Kassim, who had heard the trampling of their horses' feet, resolved to sell his life dearly, so when the door opened he leaped out and threw the Captain down. In vain, however, for the robbers with their sabers soon killed him. On entering the cave they saw all the bags laid ready, and could not imagine how anyone had got in without knowing their secret. They cut Kassim's body into four quarters, and nailed them up inside the cave, in order to frighten anyone who should venture in, and went away in search of more treasure. As night drew on Kassim's wife grew very uneasy, and ran to her brother-in-law, and told him where her husband had gone. Ali Baba did his best to comfort her, and set out to the forest in search of Kassim. The first thing he saw on entering the cave was his dead brother. Full of horror, he put the body on one of his asses, and bags of gold on the other two, and, covering all with some fagots, returned home. He drove the two asses laden with gold into his own yard, and led the other to Kassim house. The door was opened by the slave Morgiana, whom he knew to be both brave and cunning. Unloading the ass, he said to her, "This is the body of your master, who has been murdered, but whom we must bury as though he had died in his bed. I will speak with you again, but now tell your mistress I am come." The wife of Kassim, on learning the fate of her husband, broke out into cries and tears, but Ali Baba offered to take her to live with him and his wife if she would promise to keep his counsel and leave everything to Morgiana; whereupon she agreed, and dried her eyes. Morgiana, meanwhile, sought an apothecary and asked him for some lozenges. "My poor master," she said, "can neither eat nor speak, and no one knows what his distemper is." She carried home the lozenges and returned next day weeping, and asked for an essence

only given to those just about to die. Thus, in the evening, no one was surprised to hear the wretched shrieks and cries of Cassim's wife and Morgiana, telling everyone that Kassim was dead. The day after Morgiana went to an old cobbler near the gates of the town who opened his stall early, put a piece of gold in his hand, and bade him follow her with his needle and thread. Having bound his eyes with a handkerchief, she took him to the room where the body lay, pulled off the bandage, and bade him sew the quarters together, after which she covered his eyes again and led him home. Then they buried Kassim, and Morgiana his slave followed him to the grave, weeping and tearing her hair, while Kassim's wife stayed at home uttering lamentable cries. Next day she went to live with Ali Baba, who gave Kassim's shop to his eldest son.

The Forty Thieves, on their return to the cave, were much astonished to find Kassim's body gone and some of their money-bags. "We are certainly discovered," said the Captain, "and shall be undone if we cannot find out who it is that knows our secret. Two men must have known it; we have killed one, we must now find the other. To this end one of you who is bold and artful must go into the city dressed as a traveler, and discover whom we have killed, and whether men talk of the strange manner of his death. If the messenger fails he must lose his life, lest we be betrayed." One of the thieves started up and offered to do this, and after the rest had highly commended him for his bravery he disguised himself, and happened to enter the town at daybreak, just by Baba Mustapha's stall. The thief bade him good-day, saying, "Honest man, how can you possibly see to stitch at your age?" "Old as I am," replied the cobbler, "I have very good eyes, and will you believe me when I tell you that I sewed a dead body together in a place where I had less light than I have now." The robber was overjoyed at his good fortune, and, giving him a piece of gold, desired to be shown the house where he stitched up the dead body. At first Mustapha refused, saying that he had been blindfolded; but when the robber gave him another piece of gold he began to think he might remember the turnings if blindfolded as before. This means succeeded; the robber partly led him, and was partly guided by him, right in front of Kassim's house, the door of which the robber marked with a piece of chalk. Then, well pleased, he bade farewell to Baba Mustapha and returned to the forest. By and by Morgiana, going out, saw the mark the robber had made, quickly guessed that some mischief was brewing, and fetching a piece of chalk marked two or three doors on each side, without saying anything to her master or mistress. The thief, meantime, told his comrades of his discovery. The Captain thanked him, and bade him show him the house he had marked. But when they came to it they saw that five or six of the houses were chalked in the same manner. The guide was so confounded that he knew not what

answer to make, and when they returned he was at once beheaded for having failed. Another robber was dispatched, and, having won over Baba Mustapha, marked the house in red chalk; but Morgiana being again too clever for them, the second messenger was put to death also. The Captain now resolved to go himself, but, wiser than the others, he did not mark the house, but looked at it so closely that he could not fail to remember it. He returned, and ordered his men to go into the neighboring villages and buy nineteen mules, and thirty-eight leather jars, all empty except one, which was full of oil. The Captain put one of his men, fully armed, into each, rubbing the outside of the jars with oil from the full vessel. Then the nineteen mules were loaded with thirty-seven robbers in jars, and the jar of oil, and reached the town by dusk. The Captain stopped his mules in front of Ali Baba's house, and said to Ali Baba, who was sitting outside for coolness, "I have brought some oil from a distance to sell at tomorrow's market, but it is now so late that I know not where to pass the night, unless you will do me the favor to take me in." Though Ali Baba had seen the Captain of the robbers in the forest, he did not recognize him in the disguise of an oil merchant. He bade him welcome, opened his gates for the mules to enter, and went to Morgiana to bid her prepare a bed and supper for his guest. He brought the stranger into his hall, and after they had supped went again to speak to Morgiana in the kitchen, while the Captain went into the yard under pretense of seeing after his mules, but really to tell his men what to do. Beginning at the first jar and ending at the last, he said to each man, "As soon as I throw some stones from the window of the chamber where I lie, cut the jars open with your knives and come out, and I will be with you in a trice." He returned to the house, and Morgiana led him to his chamber. She then told Abdullah, her fellow slave, to set on the pot to make some broth for her master, who had gone to bed. Meanwhile her lamp went out, and she had no more oil in the house. "Do not be uneasy," said Abdullah; "go into the yard and take some out of one of those jars." Morgiana thanked him for his advice, took the oil pot, and went into the yard. When she came to the first jar the robber inside said softly, "Is it time?"

Any other slave but Morgiana, on finding a man in the jar instead of the oil she wanted, would have screamed and made a noise; but she, knowing the danger her master was in, bethought herself of a plan, and answered quietly, "Not yet, but presently." She went to all the jars, giving the same answer, till she came to the jar of oil. She now saw that her master, thinking to entertain an oil merchant, had let thirty-eight robbers into his house. She filled her oil pot, went back to the kitchen, and, having lit her lamp, went again to the oil jar and filled a large kettle full of oil. When it boiled she went and poured enough oil into every jar to stifle and kill the robber inside. When this brave deed

was done she went back to the kitchen, put out the fire and the lamp, and waited to see what would happen. In a quarter of an hour the Captain of the robbers awoke, got up, and opened the window. As all seemed quiet, he threw down some little pebbles which hit the jars. He listened, and as none of his men seemed to stir he grew uneasy, and went down into the yard. On going to the first jar and saying, "Are you asleep?" he smelt the hot boiled oil, and knew at once that his plot to murder Ali Baba and his household had been discovered. He found all the gang was dead, and, missing the oil out of the last jar, became aware of the manner of their death. He then forced the lock of a door leading into a garden, and climbing over several walls made his escape. Morgiana heard and saw all this, and, rejoicing at her success, went to bed and fell asleep. At daybreak Ali Baba arose, and, seeing the oil jars still there, asked why the merchant had not gone with his mules. Morgiana bade him look in the first jar and see if there was any oil. Seeing a man, he started back in terror. "Have no fear," said Morgiana; "the man cannot harm you; he is dead." Ali Baba, when he had recovered somewhat from his astonishment, asked what had become of the merchant. "Merchant!" said she, "he is no more a merchant than I am!" and she told him the whole story, assuring him that it was a plot of the robbers of the forest, of whom only three were left, and that the white and red chalk marks had something to do with it. Ali Baba at once gave Morgiana her freedom, saying that he owed her his life. They then buried the bodies in Ali Baba's garden, while the mules were sold in the market by his slaves. The Captain returned to his lonely cave, which seemed frightful to him without his lost companions, and firmly resolved to avenge them by killing Ali Baba. He dressed himself carefully, and went into the town, where he took lodgings in an inn. In the course of a great many journeys to the forest he carried away many rich stuffs and much fine linen, and set up a shop opposite that of Ali Baba's son. He called himself Cogia Hassan, and as he was both civil and well dressed he soon made friends with Ali Baba's son, and through him with Ali Baba, whom he was continually asking to sup with him. Ali Baba, wishing to return his kindness, invited him into his house and received him smiling, thanking him for his kindness to his son. When the merchant was about to take his leave Ali Baba stopped him, saying, "Where are you going, sir, in such haste? Will you not stay and sup with me?" The merchant refused, saying that he had a reason; and, on Ali Baba's asking him what that was, he replied, "It is, sir, that I can eat no victuals that have any salt in them." "If that is all," said Ali Baba, "let me tell you that there shall be no salt in either the meat or the bread that we eat to-night."

He went to give this order to Morgiana, who was much surprised. "Who is this man," she said, "who eats no salt with his meat?" "He is an

honest man, Morgiana," returned her master; "therefore do as I bid you." But she could not withstand a desire to see this strange man, so she helped Abdallah to carry up the dishes, and saw in a moment that Cogia Hassan was the robber Captain, and carried a dagger under his garment. "I am not surprised," she said to herself, "that this wicked man, who intends to kill my master, will eat no salt with him; but I will hinder his plans." She sent up the supper by Abdullah, while she made ready for one of the boldest acts that could be thought on. When the dessert had been served, Cogia Hassan was left alone with Ali Baba and his son, whom he thought to make drunk and then to murder them. Morgiana, meanwhile, put on a headdress like a dancing-girl's, and clasped a girdle round her waist, from which hung a dagger with a silver hilt, and said to Abdullah, "Take your tabor, and let us go and divert our master and his guest." Abdullah took his tabor and played before Morgiana until they came to the door, where Abdullah stopped playing and Morgiana made a low courtesy. "Come in, Morgiana," said Ali Baba, "and let Cogia Hassan see what you can do"; and, turning to Cogia Hassan, he said, "She's my slave and my housekeeper." Cogia Hassan was by no means pleased, for he feared that his chance of killing Ali Baba was gone for the present; but he pretended great eagerness to see Morgiana, and Abdullah began to play and Morgiana to dance. After she had performed several dances she drew her dagger and made passes with it, sometimes pointing it at her own breast, sometimes at her master's, as if it were part of the dance. Suddenly, out of breath, she snatched the tabor from Abdullah with her left hand, and, holding the dagger in her right hand, held out the tabor to her master. Ali Baba and his son put a piece of gold into it, and Cogia Hassan, seeing that she was coming to him, pulled out his purse to make her a present, but while he was putting his hand into it Morgiana plunged the dagger into his heart. "Unhappy girl!" cried Ali Baba and his son, "what have you done to ruin us?" "It was to preserve you, master, not to ruin you," answered Morgiana. "See here," opening the false merchant's garment and showing the dagger; "see what an enemy you have entertained! Remember, he would eat no salt with you, and what more would you have? Look at him! he is both the false oil merchant and the Captain of the Forty Thieves." Ali Baba was so grateful to Morgiana for thus saving his life that he offered her to his son in marriage, who readily consented, and a few days after the wedding was celebrated with greatest splendor. At the end of a year Ali Baba, hearing nothing of the two remaining robbers, judged they were dead, and set out to the cave. The door opened on his saying, "Open Sesame!" He went in, and saw that nobody had been there since the Captain left it. He brought away as much gold as he could carry, and returned to town. He told his son the secret of the cave, which his son handed down in his turn, so the children and grandchildren of Ali Baba were rich to the end of their lives. " Source: Andrew Lang, The Blue

Fairy Book (London: Longmans, Green, and Company, ca. 1889), pp. 242-250. " Aarne-Thompson type 676. Links to related sites " Simeli Mountain, a tale of type 676, as recorded by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm in their Children's and Household Tales (no. 142). " D. L. Ashliman's folktexts, a library of folktales, folklore, fairy tales, and mythology. Revised February 8, 2002.

How Turtle Flew South

Title: "How Turtle Flew South" Credits to: http://www.onceuponatoon.com/turtle1.html Adapted, rewritten and

retold by Joe Wos. © 2003 Joe Wos Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was Turtle. Now Turtle was very different than he is now. For one thing, Turtle didn't have all those cracks in his shell. No, not a single one. Turtle had a beautiful, sparkling shell that all the other animals admired. Another thing different about turtle was this: Turtle wasn't slow! Turtle was fast! He was faster than Lion, faster than Tiger, faster than Cheetah! The reason Turtle was so fast was he was impatient. He was always in a hurry, always in a rush, always wanted his way and always wanted it right now! Sound familiar? One autumn day, Turtle went out looking for something to eat. He looked high and low but couldn't find anything. Winter would be here soon and all the food was dying off. "If I don't find something to eat, I'm going to starve!" Turtle thought to himself. "Oh what, oh what, am I going to do?" Turtle walked on a bit further and noticed it was getting chilly.

"It's getting cold; it's getting chilly. I'm going to freeze!" he thought to himself. "I'm going to starve, and I'm going to freeze! Oh what, oh what, am I going to do?" Turtle walked on further still and noticed something falling from the trees. He looked up and saw leaves dropping. "The trees are falling apart!" Turtle cried. "Oh no, the trees are falling apart! I'm going to starve, freeze and be covered with leaves! Oh what, oh what, am I going to do?" Now whenever Turtle was really worried, he would visit his very best friend in the whole wide world. His very best friend was Bird. He stopped at Bird's tree and shouted up, "Bird! Bird! What are we going to do? There's no food, it's cold, and the trees are falling apart! And … wait a minute!" Bird looked like he was getting ready to go on a trip.

"Whatcha doing?" Turtle asked. "I'm getting ready to fly south for the winter," Bird replied. "Fly south?" Turtle asked. "Why?" "Well," Bird said, "I'm going to fly south because that's where all the food is." Turtle's eyes got real big. "All the food went down South?" he asked. "Why?" "Well," Bird said, "all the food went down South because it's

warmer down there." "It's warm AND there's food? Are the trees falling apart?" Turtle asked. "No, silly Turtle, the trees aren't falling apart. It's warm and sunny and beautiful all the time. That's why I'm flying south!" "Then I'm going to fly south, too!" Turtle said. "You can't fly!" Bird squawked. "I can't? Why not?" Turtle asked. "Well, you can't fly south because you don't have any wings! You're a turtle and not a bird!" Bird said. "But I really want to fly south!" Turtle begged. "It doesn't matter. You're a turtle and not a bird. You can't fly!" "But I really, really want to fly south!" Turtle whined.

Bird tried to reason with him. "You can't fly! You might have a pretty, shiny shell, but you can't fly without wings!" Turtle started to stomp his feet and pout. "But, I want to go, I want to go, I want to go, I want to go!" Finally, Bird couldn't take it anymore. "Fine, fine, stop your pouting. I know a way we can both fly south. But, you have to listen very carefully and do exactly what I say." Bird reached down with his claws and picked up a stick. "Turtle, listen very carefully," he said. "With my claws, I am going to hold onto this twig. Turtle, with your mouth, I want you to grasp the other end of this twig. Whatever you do, don't open your mouth and don't let go of this twig. Because if you open your mouth and you let go - WHOOOOOSH - you'll go down 'til you hit the ground!" "Don't worry, I'll hold on," Turtle said. "All right, Turtle, are you ready?" Bird asked. "Yes, I am!" "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!" "Then hold on tight and don't open your mouth and don't let go! Because if you do - WHOOOOOSH - you'll go down 'til you hit the ground!" Turtle held on tight, and Bird began to flap his wings. "WAIT!" Turtle shouted. "What's wrong?" Bird asked. "I forgot to pack my suitcase. I need my scarf and my pajamas and my pink, fuzzy bunny slippers. I need my suitcase!" "Fine, fine, go back and get your suitcase, but please hurry!" "I always hurry. I'm a turtle," Turtle snapped. So Turtle went and got his suitcase with his scarf, pajamas and pink, fuzzy bunny slippers. "Now are you ready?" Bird asked. "Yes, I am!" "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!" "Then hold on tight and don't open your mouth and don't let go! Because if you do - WHOOOOOSH - you'll go down 'til you hit the ground!" Bird started flapping his wings. "WAIT!" Turtle shouted. "What now?" Bird asked. "I forgot my teddy bear." "Teddy bear? Aren't you a little old for a teddy bear?" "You're never too old for a teddy bear. He's my best friend, and I never go anywhere without him!" "Fine, fine, go back and get your teddy bear, but please hurry!"

So Turtle went back and got his teddy bear. Now he had his suitcase with his scarf, pajamas and pink, fuzzy bunny slippers and his teddy bear. "Now are you ready?" Bird asked. "Yes, I am!" "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!" "Then hold on tight and don't open your mouth and don't let go! Because if you do - WHOOOOOSH - you'll go down 'til you

hit the ground!" Bird started flapping his wings. "WAIT!" Turtle shouted. "NOW what?" Bird cried. "I forgot my toothbrush." "Toothbrush? You're a turtle! You don't even have any teeth!" "I know, but I like to keep my shell shiny." "Fine, fine, go back and get your toothbrush, but please hurry!" So Turtle went back and got his toothbrush. Now he had his suitcase with scarf, pajamas and bunny slippers, his teddy bear and his toothbrush. "NOW ARE YOU READY?" Bird yelled. "You don't have to shout," Turtle said. "I'm ready." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!" "Then hold on tight and don't open your mouth and don't let go! Because if you do - WHOOOOSH - you'll go down 'til you hit the ground!" Bird started flapping his wings. "WAIT!" Turtle shouted. "What now?" Bird sighed. "I have to go," Turtle said. "But we are going!" "No, I have to, um, GO, go. I have to go to the bathroom really bad!" "Oh, Turtle, why didn't you think of that before we left! Fine, fine, go ahead, but please hurry!" So Turtle went, and when he went, he went, and then he returned.

Now Turtle had his suitcase with his scarf, pajamas and slippers, his teddy bear and toothbrush, and he went to the bathroom. "Now! Are! You! Ready?" Bird shouted. Turtle smiled sweetly and said, "Why, yes, I am." "Are you sure?" "I am positive!" "Then hold on tight and don't open your mouth and don't let go! Because if you do - WHOOOOOSH - you'll go down 'til you hit the ground!" Bird flapped his wings.

And he flapped them again. And he flapped them again. And they were flying south! They were doing it! They were flying south! It was so wonderful. Turtle had never flown before. He looked around and saw the clouds up above and the trees down below, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. As Turtle was flying surrounded by all this incredible beauty, he could only think one thing. "What's taking so long?" "What is taking so long to get there? Why did they put the South so far from the North? They should have put those two closer together when they started planning all this. What is taking so long?" He tried to get Bird's attention without opening his mouth. At first, he just kind of shook his head back and forth as he held onto that stick. But Bird didn't notice. Turtle was getting more and more frustrated. He started moving his whole body, wriggling and writhing, but Bird still didn't notice. "WHAT is taking so long?" he thought. Now he tried to get Bird's attention by making little sounds without opening his mouth. Grunting and humming. Mmmph, grrrr, mmmph! But Bird still didn't notice! By this time, poor Turtle was starting to get very angry. So he tried doing all three - shaking his head, wriggling his body and grunting - but Bird still didn't notice. Finally, Turtle couldn't take it anymore. "Are weeeee thhhhheeeeerrrrreeeee yeeeeettttt?" WHOOOOOSH! Turtle went down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down 'til he hit the ground. Before he hit the ground, Turtle pulled in his arms, pulled in his legs

and pulled in his neck and then hit the ground and went spinning out of sight. Turtle was okay. That beautiful shell saved him! But, poor Turtle, if only he had listened. Remember that bright, shiny, sparkling shell? It got cracks all over it, and Turtle has those cracks to this very day! Turtle was so upset. He didn't ever want to go near the sky again. So he crawled to the bottom of a lake, but that wasn't far enough away. So he burrowed under the mud at the bottom of that lake. And that is where Turtle spends every winter. Turtle had always been in a rush, always in a hurry, but he learned an important lesson that day. From that day on, Turtle learned to take his time. That is why turtles move so slowly. Now all the other animals felt very bad about what had happened to Turtle, so they decided to do something very special for him. They changed the name of that season. In honor of Turtle big adventure and to this very day, we call it Fall. The End

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