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TWO STORIES FROM AESOP'S FABLE :
A STORY FROM JUST SO STORIES :
A POEM WRITTEN BY MYSELF :
TWO STOREIS FROM AESOP'S FABLE
The dolphins and the whales are at war with one another, and while the battle was at its height, the sprat stepped in and tried to separate them. But one of the dolphins cried out, "Let us alone! We'd rather die fighting than be recounciled by you."
It was an old custiom among sailors to carry Malteselap dogs or monkeysto amuse themselveson voyages. So, once a while a man had a monkey with him as a companion during a voyage, the ship became caught in a violent storm off the coast of Sunium, the famous peninsula of Atticn. After it was capsized, all on board were thrown into the water and had to swim for land as best they could. A dolphin saw the monkey struggling, and thinking that he was a man whom dolphins are said to be friend, he went to help him and carried him on his back straight for shore. When they were just opposite Piraeus, the harbour of Athens, the dolphin asked the monkey if he were an Athenian.
"Yes", answered the monkey. "Certainly. I'm from one of the first families in the place."
"Then, of course, you know Piraeus," said the dolphin.
"Oh, yes," replied the monkey, who thought it was the name of some distinguished citizen. "He is one of my most intimate friends."
Ifuriated by such a gross lie, the dolphin dived to the bottom of the water and left the lying monkey to his fate.
ONE LIE WILL LEAD TO ANOTHER AND ULTIMATELY SEAL ONE'S DOOM
A STORY FROM JUST SO STORIES
In the sea, once upon a time, O my best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fished. he ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and te pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth --so! Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a small "Stute Fish", and he swam a little behind the Whale's right ear, so as to be out of harm's way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said, "I'm hugry." And the small "Stute Fish" said in a small "stute" voice, "Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man?"
"No," said the Whale. "What is it like?"
"Nice," said the small Stute Fish. "nice but nubbly."
"Then fetch me some," said the Whale, and he made the sea froth up with his tail.
"one at the time is enough," said the Stute Fish. "If you swim to a latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty West (that is magic), you will find, sitting on a raft, in the middle of the sea, with nothing on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders (you must not forget the suspenders, Best beloved), and a jack-knife, one ship-wrecked Mariner, who, it is only fair to tell you, is a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity.
So the whale swam and swam to latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty West, as fas as he could swim, and on a raft in the middle of the sea, with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders (you must particularly remeber the suspenderes, Best Beloved), and a jack-knife, he found one single, solitary shipwrecked Mariner, trailing his toes in the water. (He had his mummy's leave to paddle, or else he would nenver have done it because he was a man of infinite-resource-and sagacity.)
Then the whale opened his mouth back and back and back till it nearly touched his tail, and he swallowed the shipwrecked Mariner, and the jack-knife---He swallowed them all down into his warm, dark, inside cupboards, and then he smacked his lips---so, and turned round three times on the tail..
But as soon as the Mariner, who was a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity, found himself truly inside the Whale's warm, dark, inside the cupboards, he stumped and he jumped and he thumped and he bumped, and he prancedand he danced, and he banged and he clanged, and he hit and he bit , and he leaped and he creeped, and he prowled and he hwled, and he hopped and he dropped, and he cried and he sighed, and he crawled and he bawled, and he stepped and he lepped, and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't, and the Whale felt most unhappy. (Have you forgotten the suspenders?)
So he said he said to the Stute Fish, "This man is very nubbly, and besides he is making me hiccough. What shall I do?"
"Tell him to come out," said the Stute Fish.
So the Whale called down his own throat to the ship-wrecked Mariner, "Come out and behave yourself. I've got the hiccoughs."
"Nay, nay!" said the Mariner. "NOt so, but far otherwise.Take me to my natal-shore and the white-cliffs-of-Albion, and i'll think about it." And he began to dance more than ever.
"You had better take him home," said the Stute Fish to the Whale. "I ought to have warned you that he is a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity."
So the Whale swam and swam and swam, with both flippers and his tail, as hard as he could for the hiccoughs; and at last he saw the Mariner's natal-shore and the white-cliffs-of-Albion, and he rushed half-way up the beach, and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide, and said, "Change here for Winchester, Ashuelot, Nashua, Keene, and stations on the Fitchburg Road;" and as he said "Fitch" the Mariner walked out of his mouth. But while the Whale been swimming, the Mariner, who was indeed a person of infinite-resource-and-sagacity, had taken his jack-knife and cut up the raft into a little square grating all running criss-cross, and he had tied it firm with his suspenders (now you know why you were not to forget the suspenders!), and he dragged that grating good and tight into the Whale's throat, and there it suck! Then he recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard it, I will now proceed to relate---
By means of a grating
I have stopped your ating.
For the Mariner he was also a Hi-ber-ni-an. And he stepped out on the shingle, and wet home to his mother, who had give him leave to trail hies toes in the water; and he married and lived happily ever afterward. So did the Whlae.But from that day on, the grating in his throat, which he could neither cough up nor swallow down, prevented him eating anything except very, very small fish; and that is the reason why whales noadays never eat men or boys or little girls.
The small stute Fish went and hid himself in the mud under the Door-sills of the Equator. He was afraid that the Whale might be angry with him.
The Sailor took the jack-knife home. he was wearing the blue canvas breeches when he walked out on the shingle. The suspenders were left behind, yousee, to tie the grating with; and that is the end of THAT tale.
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside;
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)
And the steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And the trunks begin to alide;
When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
And you aren't waked or washed or dresses,
Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
You're "Fifty North and Forty West"
DEAR HUMAN II
The crowd roar when we breach,
they wonder how high can we reach.
Though you are harmless and warm,
you shout like thunderstorm,
whic make us tire to perform.
We are not your employees
but you always like to oversee
what we are doing in the sea,
that's why we are not worry-free.
Sometimes you treat us as VIPs
and bring us many "pretty" gifts.
However, we just feed on shrimp and fish,
but not the chemical, plastic and rubbish.
Here the deep sea is where we live
and not the jamboree for your relief.
May you please guarantee
the promises between you and me
will not be broken by your carelessness
because we don't want to hear your excuses afterwards.
We like your caress but not your confess.
we hope tat we can be friends
and get rid of all our defense.
" We don't want to disappear like the foam "
is the last thing we'd like to mention in this poem.
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