Showing posts with label folktale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label folktale. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Birds and the Arrow

A hunter traveled many miles to a gathering where hundreds of birds held an annual meeting.  The hunter requested that the birds give him one bird so he could make arrows.  After much deliberation the birds agreed to give the hunter a wild turkey.  The hunter killed the turkey and used its feathers to make the fletching for his arrows.  As soon as his quiver was full, the hunter began shooting and killing all of the fine birds in the field.  The great Eagle flying above the the hunter's arrows remarked to another escaping bird.  "Our first mistake was the most tragic for us all.  We should have never given up the rights of our brother Turkey. Because of our foolishness, we all perish." Moral: sacrificing the rights of others, may endanger your own.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Abdim's Stork

A down on his luck fisherman on the Niger river found an Abdim's Stork trapped in a net, and set it free.  Soon after his luck seemed to change.  Days later be met a beautiful woman who became his wife.  As a wedding gift she offered her husband "a piece of herself".  Her gift was a new fishing net, she had crafted herself.  The net was like nothing he had ever seen.  The fish seemed drawn to the net.  Soon he was known as the best fisherman on the river.  He asked his wife to make him another net. Reluctantly she agreed, locking herself up in a straw hut.  She warned him not to enter until she finished or his good fortune would end.  He bought a second pirogue (boat) hired another man to fish the with the net. Soon his wealth doubled. Greedy for more, he asked his wife to make another net. She declined, he told her he could not love her if she did not make the net.  She agreed and reminded him he was not to enter the straw hut while she worked. His wife worked in a small straw hut like the one her husband used when he was gone on fishing trips.  Her husband grew inpatient and  looked into the hut.  There he found the bird he had saved weaving her own breast feathers into a fishing net.  Seeing him the bird flew away.  The fisherman never saw the bird or his wife ever again.  Moral: The husband may be the head of a home, but the wife is the heart of a home.