Narrative Text : The Caliph and the Clown

Education English | Narrative Text : The Caliph and the Clown | The Caliph of Baghdad hired an intelligent and high spirited man as his court jester, and was much amused by his clever, witty comments. The clown was so well loved by his master that everyone at court showed him great respect. And so the Caliph was much surprised one day when he heard his beloved clown crying out in distress from the throne room. The Caliph hurried there and was astonished to find the guards beating the clown badly.
“Leave him alone at once!” he ordered. “Why are you beating him?”
“We found him sitting on your throne, O majesty!” the captain of the guards explained.
“out of my sight!” commanded the Caliph. “For sure the jester did not do it with the intention of offending me.”
The clown, however, continued to weep and wail even after the guards had left. “Stop it! Said the irritated Caliph.
“You’re still in one piece, aren’t you?
“I’m not crying for myself, my lord, I weep for you,” the clown explained.
“For me?” exclaimed the Caliph in surprise.
“Certainly! If I get beaten so badly for having been only a few minutes on the throne, how many beatings must you have suffered in all the years that you have been there?”
Taken from 366 and More Fairy Tales, 1990
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Narrative : The Tulips Magic

Education English | Narrative  : The Tulips Magic | Once upon time there was a good old woman who lived in a little house. She had in her garden a bed of beautiful tulips. One night she was wakened by the sounds of sweet singing and of babies laughing . She looked out at the window. The sounds seemed to come from the tulip bed, but she could see nothing.

The next morning she walked among her flowers, but there were no signs of any one having been there the night before.

On the following night she was afraid wakened by sweet singing and babies laughing. She rose and stole softly through her garden, The moon was shining brightly on the tulip bed. And the flowers were was waiting to and fro. The old woman looked closely and she saw standing by each tulip a little fairy mother who was crooning and rocking the flower like a cradle while in each tulip cup lay a little fairy baby laughing and playing.

The good old woman stole quite back to her house and from that time on she never picked a tulip, nor did she allow her neighbors to touch the flowers.

the tulips grew daily brigther in color and larger in size , and they gave out a delicious perfume like that of roses. They began too, to bloom all the year round. And every night the little fairy mothers caressed their babies and rocked them to sleep in the flower cups.

The day came when the good old woman died, and the tulip bed was torn up by folks who did not know about the fairies and parsley was planted there instead of the flowers. But the parsley withered and so did all the other plants in the garden and from that time nothing would grow there. But the food old woman’s grave grew beautiful for the fairies sang above it. And kept it freed while on the grave and all around it there sprang up tulips, daffodils and violets, and other lovely flowers spring. 

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Narrative Text : The Frog Prince

Education English | Narrative Text : The Frog Prince | One  fine evening a young princess put on her bonnet and clogs, and went out to take a walk by herself in a wood; and when she came to a cool spring of water with a rose in the middle of it, she sat herself down to rest a while.

Now she had a golden ball in her hand, which was her favourite plaything; and she was always tossing it up into the air, and catching it again as it fell. After a time she threw it up so high that she missed catching it as it fell; and the ball bounded away, and rolled along on the ground, until at last it fell down into the spring. The princess looked into the spring after her ball, but it was very deep, so deep that she could not see the bottom of it. She began to cry, and said, "Alas! If I could only get my ball again, I would give all my fine clothes and jewels, and everything that I have in the world."

Whilst she was speaking, a frog put its head out of the water, and said,

"Princess, why do you weep so bitterly?"
"Alas!" Said she, "What can you do for me, you nasty frog? My golden ball has fallen into the spring." The frog said, "I do not want your pearls, and jewels, and fine clothes; but if you will love me, and let me live with you and eat off your golden plate, and sleep on your bed, I will bring you your ball again."
Taken from 366 and More Fairy Tales, 1990

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Narrative Text : A Story about Red

Education English | Narrative Text : A Story about Red | "Rosaura! Rosaura!"  If you were tall enough, you might have seen a little splash of red in the tall grass. And if you had looked closer you might have seen a small girl wearing a red ribbon.

Rosaura was hiding from her mother and father. It was her favourite game. She crouched quietly, listening to the faint sound of her mother's voice. All Rosaura could see were the swaying green stalks of the corn. They rustled above her head where the sky stretched clear and blue. Suddenly, a bright yellow butterfly darted by. Rosaura jumped up to chase the butterfly, forgetting all about her hiding game.
"Rosaura! There you are," called her mother. "It's time for lunch."

It was dark and cool in the cottage where Rosaura lived with her parents. Rosaura ate her meal quickly. She wanted to go back into the sunshine to play. As soon as she had finished her food she slipped down from her chair.

"Rosaura, where are you going?" called her mother.

She caught a glimpse of Rosaura's red ribbon disappearing around the door. But Rosaura was already through the gate, and heading for the fields.

"Rosaura! Rosaura!" Was that the sound of her mother calling, or the wind whispering in the corn? Rosaura was not sure. All day long through the hot summers she loved to run in the fields. Her feet were scratched and her toes bruised on stones as she chased after the mice hiding in the corn stalks. Her skin was brown as a nut from the sun. In her tangled black hair, her red ribbon fluttered.

The afternoon stretched out long and hot. As the sun reached the far side of the field, Rosaura's father walked back to the cottage. His eyes scanned the fields for Rosaura's red ribbon. But it was nowhere to be seen.

"Hasn't Rosaura come back yet?" asked her father as he came through the door.

"Not yet," said her mother, "I'm sure she'll be back soon." But the supper was ready and still there was no sign of Rosaura. Now the sun had set, casting a red glow over the fields. Rosaura's mother and father stood at the door of their cottage, staring over the field, looking for the red ribbon.

"Rosaura! Rosaura!" Soon the shadows were deep blue in the yard. It was too dark to see the red ribbon now. Rosaura's parents began to walk and call for her in the field. As night fell, they fetched lamp that lit up patches of corn and grass and startled the sleeping mice. But they could find no red ribbon.

Rosaura's parents called and called all through the night. In the dawn, they stood alone and sad amongst the corn. The red morning sun lit up their tired faces.

"Look!" cried Rosaura's mother suddenly. "There she is!"

They began to run towards the red ribbon that she had spotted among the corn. But oh! It wasn't Rosaura's ribbon at all, but the red petals of a flower. Rosaura's mother and father had never seen such a flower before. Her father looked away in disappointment.

"I see her!" he cried.

And again they ran towards the dear red ribbon. But it was another red flower. As the sun came up bright and strong, Rosaura's mother and father looked around the field. It was filled with red flowers swaying and fluttering in the tall grass. Rosaura's mother and father felt so sad.

"Rosaura won't be coming home anymore," said her mother. "She was always happier in the fields."

"But the spirits have left us these flowers to remind us of her," said Rosaura's father.

"They will stay with us!" Every year, when the corn ripened and the evenings grew long, Rosaura's parents stood at the edge of the fields and watched the red flowers dancing under the sun. And that, say the Indians, is how the red poppy came to be.
Taken from Childcraft: World of Colour,2003 

 

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Narrative Text : Purbasari and Purbararang

Education English | Narrative Text : Purbasari and Purbararang | A long time ago, there lived on old king. He had two daughters , Purbarangrang and Purbasari . The king wanted to retire as a king. He wanted Purbasari to replace him as the leader of the kingdom. When hearing this Purbararang was angry because she wan to be a leader of the kingdom too. On the following morning, Purbararang went to a witch and then asked her to put a spell on Purbasari as soon as she came back to the palace, her sister, Purbasari looked very awful. There were a black dots all over  Purbasari's skin. THis was a disgrace to a royal family. Consequently, Purbasari had to leave the palace and live in the jungle.

While in the jungle, Purbasari spent her time playing with a monkey that could talk like humans. One day, the monkey asked her to take a bath in a small lake. Surprisingly, Purbasari's skin was cured.

Finally, Purbasari went back to the palace and became the queen.

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Narrative Text : “Jantur and Menur”

Jantur and Menur were twins. Jantur was a boy and Menur was a girl and they had different personalities. Jantur was lazy, he got angry easily. He always said bad words when he was angry. However, Menur was a very kind, diligent, patient and always helped their parents. She always reminded her brother to behave well.

“Menur! Where are you? I’m hungry! Give me some food!” said Jantur. “Be patient Jantur I’m still cooking, the food is not ready yet. Why don't you help me mop the floor? Father and mother will be home soon,” said Menur. “Arrrgggh! What took you so long? I’m hungry, you are so slow!” said Janur. And he said bad words to Menur.Menur was very sad. She cried. When their parents went home, Menur told them about Jantur’s bad behavior. Her father then advised him. However, Jantur did not want to listen to him. He ignored him, and it was getting worse.Jantur asked his parents and his sister to leave the house. They were very sad. They never thought that Jantur would ask them to leave the house. After his parents and his sister left her house, Jantur lived alone. At first he felt very happy because no one disturbed him. He could do anything he wanted. He even spent his parents’ money for bad things. When all the money was gone, he sold his parents animals, cows, goats, cocks and hens.
Meanwhile, Menur and her parents lived in another place. When they left home, they did not bring anything. Because they worked very hard, they could build a new home and they had new animals.They were rich.How about Jantur? Soon all his parents’ wealth was gone. Jantur was lazy, he did not want to work. He wanted to have much money in an easy way. So he sold the last wealth, it was the house. After Jantur sold the house, again, he spent the money foolishly. It was not surprising that Jantur became poor again.
He did not have any money and he did not have a house. His body was very thin. He suffered skin disease, his skin was full of black dots.Jantur did not have a way to go, he just walked and walked. Finally, he arrived at his parents’ house. Menur was in front of the house sweeping the floor. At first, they did not recognize each other. Menur thought that Jantur was a beggar.
“Are you hungry? Here, I have some food,” said Menur. Jantur was happy. He was so hungry that he did not recognize his sister. However Menur knew him. “Jantur? Is that you brother? Father, mother, Jantur is here!!” screamed Menur. “Jantur my son, what happened to you?” said his mother. Jantur was surprised. “Mother, is that really you? Father, mother, and Menur! Please forgive me. I was punished by God. I suffer an illness, I’m poor, and I don’t have a house to live. I have done bad things to you all. I promise I will be good,” promised Jantur. The family now reunited. They have already forgiven Jantur and amazingly Jantur was cured. And as he promised, Jantur became a very good man.

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There was once a mouse traveling through forest. Before he knew, it was trotting over the paws of sleeping lion. The lion woke up and grabed the mouse in his sharp caws.
“Please do not eat me !” begged the mouse. “I’ll never bother you again. And who knows? I may be able to do you a good turn day.”
The lion laughed, “You are too small to help a big lion! But I like your spirit. Run along now, and stay out of trouble in the future.” The grateful mouse scampered off.
Sometime later, the lion ran into a trap and found himself caught in a strong net. The more he struggled he tighter the rope became.
Soon the poor lion lay compeletely helpless.
Suddenly he heard a little voice “ can I help you ?” It was the mouse.
The lion shook his head sadly.” I am afraid the hunters will be along soon. That will be the end of me.”
“No, it will not” said the mouse. He started chewing through the rope. Bit by bit the net fell of, and at least the lion was free.
“How can I thank you ?” asked the lion
“One good turn deserves another” replied the mouse. “But just remember size, is not everything.
(Taken From : Bahasa Inggris SMA dan MA, 2008 )

Narrative Text : The Jackal who Saved the Lion

Education English | Narrative Text : The Jackal who Saved the Lion |  Once upon time there lived a lion in a forest. One day when he went to drink water in a river. one of his feet got stuck into the damp mushy mud of the river. He tried a lot to get out of the mud, but the did not achieve. He had to lie without food for days because he didn't find any help. On one fortunate day, a kind Jackal came to drink water from the river. when he saw the lion he went closer to the lion and said "what is the matter? why are you resting here?

The lion narrated him the pathetic story, the Jackal instantly made away out from the sand but the lion was unable to move his feet. As he was set in the same posture for last several days, his body became stiff. The Jackal understood the condition of the lion and helped him to get out of the mud with an extra effort. The lion was really thankful to Jackal for his kind help. He was very happy to get free after so many days.

The lion appreciated the effort made by the jackal, he offered the jackal to live close to him and also promise to give food to him whenever he caught food. The jackal accepted the offer and started living with the lion. Thus, they lived happily sharing the food with the passing time they expanded their families. The lion had cubs and the jackal had kit jackals. Both the lion and the jackal were passing their days happily. They did not have any idea that their friendship was wot liked by their families.

One day after a long time, the lioness lady of the lion's house, told her cubs that she did not like the amity between the jackal and her husband. The cubs passed the message to the kid jackals. The lady jackal passed the complained the matter to her husband.

The jackal wen to the lion and asked " I helped you without any thought in return. you has asked me to live with you, now if you don't want me to live with you, you should have told me yourself what did you involve your wife and cubs to convey this?" The lion was shocked to her such words. he said " My dear friend, what are you saying?  I don't find any problem with you or your friendship .He assumed the jackal that he had no such ill feelings for the friendship between them.

The lion also assured that he would talk to the lioness and solve the whole matter. The jackal was intelligent and understood the situation. He said to the lion. "Dear friend , I know you are sincere but our families could not exactly respond the same level of friendship. so let us apart and meet often as friends. we could also hunt together, it would be better if our families stay apart. 'The lion agreed to the proposal with a heavy heart.

The two families parted from each other as friends. The jackal and lion continued to share the friendship. They often met each other and hunt together. Thus the two friends shared a healthy friendship thought their life.

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Narrative text : The Magic Headcloth

Education English | Narrative text : The Magic Headcloth | Many, many years ago, the kingdom of Medangkamulan was ruled by a much feared and ferocious king named Dewata-chengkar. This king had a strange and frightening habit–he liked to eat human beings! At first, the advisers took people from the countries they had conquered, but eventually they had to look for victims from among their own people.

The people of Medangkamulan were terrified of the king and his army. One day, a young traveler arrived in the kingdom. He was kind and clever and was well–received by the villagers. He was called Ajisaka. Ajisaka took shelter in the house of a widow who quickly came to look upon the young man as her own son. Ajisaka began to teach the villagers. He also listened to the villagers' problems and often helped them find solutions.

When he heard of the king's strange appetite, Ajisaka sympathized with their plight and immediately volunteered to become the king's next meal. Ajisaka went directly to the king's palace. He boldly announced to the king that he was willing to sacrifice himself.

“I am willing to be your next meal. Your Highnees. However, I have a request “Whatever you please, young man, I will grant your request,“ the king replied.

“Before you eat me, grant me some land. Just enough for my own grave.“
“Ha ha ha! Your own grave? I will give you enough land for many graves!“
“Oh no, Your Majesty. I just need land that is the length of my own head cloth.“
“This you shall have. Come, let us measure your head cloth so that I can have my meal and you can have your grave!“ With this, Ajisaka began to unwrap the cloth tied around his head. The king got down from his throne and took hold of one end. He stepped backward, thinking that the cloth would unravel to the usual length of one meter. What he didn't know was that this head cloth was much longer than usual! The king kept going backward, step by step, as the cloth kept unraveling. He stepped backward through the palace square, backward across the village marketplace, backward down the length of the village and backward through the countryside.People gathered, amazed at the sight of their king walking backward through the kingdom, holding the end of Ajisaka's head cloth. He kept stepping backward the length of his kingdom until finally he reached the sea clifts of the Southern Seas. By now, a great crowd had gathered.

They held their breath as their king took his final step backward over the cliff's edge and plunged into the waves crashing againts the rocks at the foot of the sea wall. A victorious roar rose up as they watched their greedy king disappear under the waves.

The crowd returned to the palace with Ajisaka and thanked him for his courage, cunning, and magical powers. They made him their new king. To this day, Ajisaka is remembered as the wise ruler who later brought the knowledge of letters to the Javanese.
Taken from Indonesian Children's Favorite Stories, 2005 

 

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Narrative Text : The Elves and the Shoemaker

Education English | Narrative Text : The Elves and the Shoemaker | “Can’t you work any faster, my dear?” said the shoemaker’s wife anxiously. The shoemaker smiled: “Oh, I could work faster,” he said. “I could cut out the leather for my shoes less neatly, and I could sew with bigger stitches. But I like to give the customers my very best workmanship. And that takes time.”

“I know, dear, but there’s no money left over to buy more leather. You work so carefully that it takes you two days to make one pair of shoes.”
“I’m doing my best,” said the shoemaker sadly. “My eyesight isn’t as good as it was and my fingers aren’t so quick.”

The shoemaker continued to do his slow, careful best. But there was soon no money leftto buy leather, and all his hides and suedes were used up. Only one scrap of leather was left on his workbench.

“What shall we do tomorrow when there’s no leather to sew and when there are no more shoes to sell?” asked his wife. The shoemaker smiled. “ Well, let’s worry about that tomorrow.” He spent all day cutting out a pair of shoes from the last of the leather. “These are probably the last shoes I shall ever make,” he thought, “so they must be my best.” When he went to bed, he left the cut-out shapes on his workbench.

“I’m sorry we are so poor, my dear,” he said to his wife as he climbed into bed.

“You can only do your best,” she said comfortingly. “You can’t do any more.” In the morning, the shoemaker cleaned his glasses and threaded his needle around for the pieces of leather. But something amazing had happened. A fi nished pair of shoes stood in the centre of the bench, perfect to the last shiny buckle. Someone had made the shoes for him, overnight.

“Just look at the workmanship!” he exclaimed, showing them to his wife. “And look at the beautiful tiny stitches! Who could have made them?”

The shoes were so well made that they sold for twice the usual price. So the old shoemaker was able to buy a new strip of leather and cut out two pairs of shoes during the day. At night he left the cut-out shapes on his workbench and went to bed a much more cheerful man. In the morning, the two pairs of shoes were completely fi nished, right down to the tags on their laces.

“What a craftsmanship!” said the shoemaker to his wife. The shoes brought such a good price that this time he was able to buy enough leather for four pair of shoes. And the next night, the mysterious visitors sewed all four pairs.

”Such perfect cobbling!” exclaimed the customers. And they came from miles around to buy the shoemaker’s wares. There were long, glossy riding boots for the men and pretty velvet dancing shoes for the ladies. “We have enough leather for a lifetime!” said the shoemaker’s happy wife. “And so many people come here to buy their shoes that we are almost rich!”

But the shoemaker was thinking. “Wouldn’t you like to know who is helping us every night? It’s time we found out.”

So one cold night, just before Christmas, the shoemaker left the cut-out leather on his workbench, then he and his wife hid nearby. As midnight struck, out from behind the clock crept six naked little elves. They climbed on to the bench and went to work at once, sewing and hammering and lacing and polishing. Every now and then they stopped to blow into their cold hands or stamp their cold feet or hug themselves  against the chilly night air. They were shivering blue from head to foot.

“Poor little mites,” said the shoemaker’s wife. “All that work for us and they haven’t got a shirt or even a pair of boots.” 
“Well, after all they’ve done for us, we ought to give them a thank-you present,” said the shoemaker.

The next day hi wife was soon busy cutting out little shirts and trousers from some bright warm cloth. The shoemaker took out his fi nest needle and softest leather and made a handsome pair of boots for each elf.

On Christmas night, they left their presents on the workbench and hid as they had done before. It was bitterly cold. When the six little elves appeared, they were shuddering and shivering, and their breath turned white in the frosty air.

They were confused at fi rst, when they could fi nd no boot leather to sew. But when they saw the clothes and realized that they were for them, they put them on and danced about, laughing and clapping their hands inside their new woolly mittens.

“No more cobbling for us! We’re smart fellows now!” And they all sang as they danced out the shop and down the street.
“So! No more help from the elves,” said the shoemaker’s wife, laughing. “How will you manage now that so many people come to you for their shoes and boots?” The shoemaker smiled. “I’ll just have to do my best,” he said.

“I’m sure you will, my dear,” said his wife. 
“You always do.”
Taken from Golden Press, Australia 1987

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Narrative Text : The Prince and His Best Friends

Education English | Narrative Text : The Prince and His Best Friends | Once upon a time, there lived a kind young prince named Jonathan. He was loved, and adored by his people. His two close friends were Peter Piper, the servant of the palace and Franklin Greedy, the son of an Aristocrat.
One day, The Prince, Peter Piper, and Franklin Greedy were walking through the forest. Suddenly a group of bandits attacked the three boys near an old house. They entered the old house and blockaded the gate and doors. The three boys were trapped inside the house. Franklin was very terrified and asked the Prince to surrender immediately, but Peter was not afraid. He urged and supported the Prince not to give up. The Prince decided not to surrender because he realised that he would become a hostage for the bandits to ask for ransom to his father, but Franklin was scared and wanted to make a deal, it made Peter suspicious about Franklin’s behaviour. So he quietly made up a plan for him and the Prince to escape.
Early at dawn, Franklin opened the front gate and unlocked the doors. The bandits entered the house in search of the Prince. When they came to the room where the Prince was supposed to be sleeping, no one was there. Suddenly they heard a horse running outside the house and saw over the window that Peter Piper and the Prince were riding away on one of the bandit’s horses.
It turns out, Peter Piper sneaked out of the house and waited in the yard, while the Prince was hiding behind the house. The bandits were very angry at Franklin and took him with them while the Prince and Peter went safely going back to the Capital.
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Narrative Tect : Little Brother, Little Sister

Education English | Narrative Tect : Little Brother, Little Sister | Maltreated by their stepmother, who was a witch, a little brother and sister fled into the woods. After running for a while, the brother said: 'I'm so thirsty. Let's find a spring and have a drink.'
However, as the young boy bent down to drink, his sister heard a voice which said: 'Who drinks from
me will turn into a fawn.' it was the witch! Too late, the sister tried to prevent her brother from drinking.
The young boy changed at once into a fawn. In tears, the little girl made a lead and collar out of her belt, and led the fawn off into the woods. There they found an abandoned cottage and lived together, far from any danger.
One day, however, the king was hunting in the woods, and he spied the fawn, which could not resist the urge to wander away from the cottage. The king and his hunters chased the fawn all the way back home. There, the king followed it into the cottage, where he found a young girl stroking the frightened animal.
She was so beautiful and gentle that the king fell in love with her at once. He asked her to be his wife, and his words caused the maiden to cry for joy. When one of her tears fell on the fawn, it changed back to her brother once more. Their goodness and love had overcome the witch's evil spell, and they lived safely and happily with the king for ever after.
Taken from 366 and More Fairy Tales, 1990
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Narrative Text : The Jealous Crow

Education English | Narrative Text : The Jealous Crow | Far, far away there was a grove of shady mango trees. On one of the green trees there lived a cuckoo and a crow. They were quite alike in appearance. Both the birds were black. Only the crow was a little bigger. The cuckoo would lay all her eggs in the crow's nest. For quite sometime they lived as good friends. The cuckoo had a sweet voice and often she would fill the grove with her sweet melody.

One day, a traveler passed by. Night fell and there was darkness all around. The traveler was tired. So he decided to spend the night under the huge mango tree on which the crow and the cuckoo lived. The night was exceedingly pleasant. Full moon was shedding her lone clustre in the sky. The eerie surrounding made the cuckoo feel supremely happy. She kept singing the whole night long and the passerby was simply captivated by cuckoo's sweet song. Night passed. The day dawned. It was now the crow's turn to caw. His voice was so harsh to the ears that the traveller soon left the place. When the crow saw the traveller leave the place, in disgust he felt jealous of the sweet-voiced bird. When the cuckoo had gone away in search of food the crow went to the nest in desperation and breaking all the eggs, he threw them down. The cuckoo, finding all her eggs smashed, was mad with grief. She went to the crow and said, "Oh brother, we had always lived like friends. What made you break all my eggs?"

"Well sister, as you sang, the unknown traveller stayed the whole night. When I started cawing he left the place. I felt insulted and broke all your eggs. Now let us both go to the traveller and ask him why he did so."

So, both the birds flew and flew till they spotted the traveller. When the crow asked him, he replied, "I was carried away by the cuckoo's enchanting voice but your voice was intolerably harsh. So, I left the place. But both of you have been old friends, so you should always live in harmony. You should not feel jealous of your friend."

These words of the passerby pacified both cuckoo and the crow. After that day they lived peacefully. The just and kind words of a traveller destroyed the ill feeling of jealousy in the crow just as a sprinkling of a little cold water settles the boiling milk. 

 

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Narrative Text : Nyi Roro Kidul The Queen of Sout Ocean

Education English | Narrative Text : Nyi Roro Kidul The Queen of Sout Ocean | Once upon time , there was a beautiful girl named Kadita. Because of her beauty she was called Dewi Srengenge . It means the beautiful sun. Her father was King Mundingwangi.

Although the king had a beautiful daughter , he was unhappy . It was because he always expected to have a son.

The king decided to marry Dewi Mutiara, he had a son frim her. He was very happy.

However, Dewi Mutiara wanted to her son to become a king in the future. She asked the king to send his daughter away. However, the king did not agree. He would not let anyone hurt his daughter.

Later dewi mutiara called a wicked magician to curse kadita. She wanted kadita’s beautiful body full of scabies and itches. The bad magician did the order. In the night, kadita’s body full of scabies and itches. When she woke up, she found her body full of uclers . it also smelled stinky. The beautiful princes cried. She did not know what to do.

When the king heard the news, he was very sad. No one could cure his daughter’s illness. The king did not want her daughter to be a rumor , so he agreed to sen his daughter away.

The poor princess went alone. She did not know where to go. She almost could not cry anymore. But she had a noble hear, she did not have any bad feeling about her step mother. She always prayed to God, she waked for almost even days and seven nights. Then she came to the south ocean . the ocean was so clean and clear. She jumped into the water and swam.

Suddenly there was a miracle. The ocean water cured her illness. The scabies and itches were gone. Even, she became more beautiful than before. Not only that, she also had a power to command the whole south ocean. She be a fairy called Nyi Roro Kidul or The Queen of South Ocean. 

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Narrative Text : The Deadly Poppy Field

Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tinman, the Lion and Toto continued their journey to the Emerald city. At night they camped under large tree in the forest. The Tinman cut wood with his axe so Dorothy could make fire. The Lion hunted for food and the Scarecrow searched for nuts and berries.
After several days, they arrived at a lovely land. Then they saw a large field of scarlet poppies. Poppies are beautiful flowers, but when they are so many, the smell is very strong.Anyone who breathes it will fall asleep. Dorothy did not know this, and in a very short time she left very sleepy. Her eyes became heavy and she sat down to rest.

The Tinman tried to awaken Dorothy, "Come on. Do not fall asleep. There's no time to rest. We must hurry".
Dorothy was soon asleep. The Poppies did not make the Tinman and the Scarecrow sleepy, because they were not human. They were not made of flesh.
"What shall we do?" asked the Tinman. " We must go back to the yellow Brick Road. If we leave Dorothy here, she will die"
The Scarecrow had an idea. He told the lion to run through the field so he could escape the deadly flowers. Then the Scarecrow and the Tinman carried Dorothy and Toto out of the Poppy field.
After a while, they came to a river. There they found the Lion. He was lying asleep. The smell from the poppies was so strong that the lion had given up and fallen asleep.
the Scarecrow and the Tinman felt very sad. The Lion was very heavy so they could not carry him. They, then, left him there to sleep.

Narrative Text : “ The Pleasures of A quite Night “

Few people like to sit quietly at nighr in a lonely place and appreciate the beauty of the stillness and the darkness of night. I am one of those people. From a young age, I have had fascination for the night and darkness. Something about the stillness and darkness attracts me and I look forward to sitting still in the middle of the night, with only darkness and night creatures for company. I cannot think of a reason for this strange attachment . Weird ? you are forgiven if you think so.
Once I sat on the beach at night to appreciate the beauty. I was alone on the beach as it was close midnight . even the courting couples who sat there whispering sweet nothings were gone. I sat on the beach and faced the sea. It was calm and the waves were gentle. The moon was a cresent and lay over the ocean like luminous boat.it was standing on his boat and rowing slowly towards me. The night sky was filled with stars and the water below appeared black like the sky. In fact in some places, it seemed the sky touched the sea or rather as if they were one.

Undisturbed I watched the sea as the waces made gentle laps against the beach. I got up and walked along the sea to observe. As I walked along the beach I could hear tiny feet scurrying away, and I knew they were little crabs. I felt a little regretful for intruding into their domain and wishpered an apology. I looked into the water and saw a little lashes of light and knew them to be tiny luminous creatures reflecting the moon light.

Looking at the land I saw coconut palms as they stood majestically against the beach. As I watched I heard a sudden ‘thud’ which started me. I smiled in the darkness as I saw coconut bounce and roll into the sea. I saw it stop an inch from the water and then a gentle wave came and led it away. I looked at the coconut floating away and wondered where it would land and grow into a tree. “you must be proud of him” I wishpered to the tree who had contributed one more tree to mother nature.

Then I saw fisherman, whom I had seen earlier , beach his boat and jump on to the land. Almost immediately he began to haul out his knee and his catch. I smiled and waved to him and made my way to my car.

Narrative Text : Rapunzel

A long time ago, there lived a young couple, a man and his wife. His wife was expecting their baby. She wanted a plant that only grew in her neighbor's garden. She wanted it so much. She even intended to steal it herself, but later on, she sent her husband to steal it. Unfortunately, Mother Gothel, the owner of the garden, caught him doing it. She was a witch. Then mother Gothel forced couple to give their first baby to her.
A few months later, the baby was born. It was a girl named Rapunzel. Soon, this baby was taken away to live with Mother Gothel. Rapunzel grew to be a beautiful young girl with her long goldy hair. She, at first, was cared in a normal way. When she reached puberty, she was locked in a tower so that she would never leave mother Gothel. The tower stood in the forest. It could only be entered  by climbing on Rapunzel's long hair. To cheer herself up, she loved to sing.
One day, a young prince was out hunting. He stumbles upon the tower. He heard Rapunzel's beautiful voice. He decided that he must meet her. He spied and by watching Mother Gothel, learned the words he had to say to have Rapunzel drop her hair. The prince visited her often and the two fell in love.
Then, Rapunzel made a plan to escape from the tower. She wanted to be with the prince. She asked the prince to bring her a skein of silk each time visited. She might weave a ladder for her escape. Unfortunately, mother Gothel caught on. Then she banished Rapunzel to the desert. She threw the prince from the tower into a thorny bush. The thorns made the prince blind and he roamed the earth searching for his love.
Eventually, they found each other, and the prince's eyes were healed by Rapunzel's tears of happiness.
Taken From : Let's Talk for Junior High School, 2005

Narrative Text : Sarah

Education English | Narrative Text : Sarah | Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl called Sarah, who lived with her step mother. Her step mother was very bossy, greedy and arrogant. She hated Sarah a lot.

One day when her father was working out side, the step mother hit Sarah and expelled her from the house. She went out side and walked far away from the house. Suddenly she saw a big melon farm and went in it. After that she hid in a big melon. She used to go out of the melon and get her food.

One day a prince visited the farm and saw the big melon. “Cut this melon I want to eat it,’’ the prince said. The prince’s guards started to cut the melon but they heard a voice from it. Sarah said “Don’t cut me please!” They were all surprised at this situation. The prince said “Who are you? Calm down, please come out.” After that she came out. He fell in love with her. She told him her story so the prince decided to marry her and they lived happily ever after.
Written by Sanaa,Aisha and Fozya

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Descriptive Text : Karmila

Karmila is a beautiful as any Indonesian film star. Her thick, wavy, long black hair gracefully falls down to her shoulders and sorrouns her beautiful diamond shaped face. A golden suntan usually highlights her smooth, clear complexion. Her slightly arched dark brown eyebrows draw attention to her deep brown eyes. Her eyes are large, but not too large, with thick eyeslasher. Her nose is straight and neither too long nor too short. A small black mole on the left side of her mouth adds to her beauty. And her mouth is small and looks delicate and feminime. Her lips are rather thin, but not too thin, her light pink lipstick adds another touch of feminime beauty. When she smiles which is often her well formed and even white teeth brighten up her whole face. There is nothing but extraordinary beauty in the face of karmila.

Narrative Text : Cinderella

Once upon time there was a little girl named Cinderella. She lived with her bad step mother and two step sisters. She had to do all household chores.
One day the King invited all the ladies in the Kingdom to go to a ball in the palace. He wanted to find the crown prince  wife.
The step sisters went to theball that night with their mother. Cinderella was left alone. She cried because she actually wanted to go to the ball to.
Just when a fairy godmother came. With her magic wand, she gave Cinderella a coach, two horses, and footmen. She also gave cinderella a lovely dress to wear to the ball and a pair of glass slippers. She told Cinderella to come home before midnight.
All the ball, Cinderella danced all night with the Prince. The prince fell in love with her. At midnight Cinderella ran home. Unfortunately one of her glass slippers slipped off at the door. She did not hava a time to put it back on. The prince was sad as he could not find Cinderella again that night.
The next day, the prince and his men brought along the glass slipper. They went all over the kingdom to search for the owner.
After searching for a long time, finally they came to Cinderella's house. The slippers fitted her. The prince was very happy to find Cinderella again. They got married and lived happily ever after.