Good ………………………….….
Ladies and gentlemen as well as all the audiences
here.
Thank you
for the time giving to me and also thank
you so much to the judges
OK , here
comes the time for me to tell you my
story with the title:
Battle of the snake
Let me start the story
There was a
man called Djisdaah who was not kind to animals. One day when he was hunting,
he found a rattlesnake and decided to torture it. He held its head to the
ground and pierced it with a piece of bark. Then as it was caught there, he
tormented it.
"We shall fight," he said and then burned the snake until it was dead. He thought this was a great jest [ada] and so, whenever he found a snake, he would do the same thing.
One day another man from his village was walking through the forest when he heard a strange sound. It was louder than the wind hissing through the tops of tall pine trees. He crept closer to see. There, in a great clearing, were many snakes. They were gathered for a war council and as he listened in fright he heard them say:
"We shall now fight with them. Djisdaah has challenged us and we shall go to war. In four days we shall go to their village and fight them."
The man crept away and then ran as fast as he could to his village to tell what he had heard and seen. The chief sent other men to see if the report was true. They returned in great fright.
"Ahhhh," they said, "it is so. The snakes are all gathering to have a war."
The chief of the village could see that he had no choice. "We must fight," he said and ordered the people of the village to make preparations for the battle. They cut mountains of wood and stacked it in long piles all around the village. They built rows of stakes close together to keep the snakes out. When the fourth day came, the chief ordered that the piles of wood be set on fire. Just as he did so they heard a great noise, like a great wind in the trees. It was the noise of the snakes, hissing as they came to the village to do battle.
Usually a snake will not go near a fire, but these snakes were determined to have their revenge. They went straight into the flames. Many of them died, but the living snakes crawled over the bodies of the dead ones and continued to move forward until they reached the second row of stakes.
"We shall fight," he said and then burned the snake until it was dead. He thought this was a great jest [ada] and so, whenever he found a snake, he would do the same thing.
One day another man from his village was walking through the forest when he heard a strange sound. It was louder than the wind hissing through the tops of tall pine trees. He crept closer to see. There, in a great clearing, were many snakes. They were gathered for a war council and as he listened in fright he heard them say:
"We shall now fight with them. Djisdaah has challenged us and we shall go to war. In four days we shall go to their village and fight them."
The man crept away and then ran as fast as he could to his village to tell what he had heard and seen. The chief sent other men to see if the report was true. They returned in great fright.
"Ahhhh," they said, "it is so. The snakes are all gathering to have a war."
The chief of the village could see that he had no choice. "We must fight," he said and ordered the people of the village to make preparations for the battle. They cut mountains of wood and stacked it in long piles all around the village. They built rows of stakes close together to keep the snakes out. When the fourth day came, the chief ordered that the piles of wood be set on fire. Just as he did so they heard a great noise, like a great wind in the trees. It was the noise of the snakes, hissing as they came to the village to do battle.
Usually a snake will not go near a fire, but these snakes were determined to have their revenge. They went straight into the flames. Many of them died, but the living snakes crawled over the bodies of the dead ones and continued to move forward until they reached the second row of stakes.
Once again,
the chief ordered that the piles of wood in the second row of defense be set on
fire. But the snakes crawled straight into the flames, hissing their war songs,
and the living crawled over the bodies of the dead. It was a terrible sight.
They reached the second row of stakes and, even though the people fought
bravely, it was no use. The snakes were more numerous than fallen leaves and
they could not be stopped. Soon they forced their way past the last row of
stakes and the people of the village were fighting for their lives. The first
man to be killed was Djisdaah, the one who had challenged the snakes to battle.
It was now clear that they could never win this battle. The chief of the village shouted to the snakes who had reached the edge of the village: "Hear me, my brothers. We surrender to you.
We have done you a great wrong. Have mercy on us."
The snakes stopped where they were and there was a great silence.
The exhausted warriors looked at the great army of snakes and the snakes stared back at them. Then the earth trembled and cracked in front of the human beings. A great snake, a snake taller than the biggest pine tree, whose head was larger than a great long house, lifted himself out of the hole in the earth
"Hear me," he said. "I am the chief of all the snakes. We shall go and leave you in peace if you will agree to two things."
The chief looked at the great snake and nodded his head. "We will agree, Great Chief," he said.
"It is well," said the Chief of the Snakes. "These are the two things. First, you must always treat my people with respect. Secondly, as long as the world stands, you will never name another man Djisdaah."
And so it was agreed and so it is, even today.
It was now clear that they could never win this battle. The chief of the village shouted to the snakes who had reached the edge of the village: "Hear me, my brothers. We surrender to you.
We have done you a great wrong. Have mercy on us."
The snakes stopped where they were and there was a great silence.
The exhausted warriors looked at the great army of snakes and the snakes stared back at them. Then the earth trembled and cracked in front of the human beings. A great snake, a snake taller than the biggest pine tree, whose head was larger than a great long house, lifted himself out of the hole in the earth
"Hear me," he said. "I am the chief of all the snakes. We shall go and leave you in peace if you will agree to two things."
The chief looked at the great snake and nodded his head. "We will agree, Great Chief," he said.
"It is well," said the Chief of the Snakes. "These are the two things. First, you must always treat my people with respect. Secondly, as long as the world stands, you will never name another man Djisdaah."
And so it was agreed and so it is, even today.
Well , that
`s all
about my story, and before I say
good bye , we can take a moral lesson
from the story that is :
`never
make an enemy to others
so other
people will not trouble you`
Bye……………
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cerita ke 2
Good ………………………….….
Ladies and gentlemen as well as all the audiences
here.
Thank you
for the time giving to me and also thank
you so much to the judges
OK , here
comes the time for me to tell you my
story with the title:
Why Crow Is Black
Let me start my story
In days long
past, when the earth and the people on it were still young, all crows were
white as snow. In those ancient times, the people had neither horses nor firearms
nor weapons of iron. Yet they depended upon the buffalo hunt to give them
enough food to survive. Hunting the big buffalo on foot with stone-tipped
weapons was hard, uncertain, and dangerous. The crows made things even more
difficult for the hunters, because they were friends of the buffalo. Soaring
high above the prairie, they could see everything that was going on. Whenever
they spied hunters approaching a buffalo herd, they flew to their friends and,
perching between their horns, warned them: "Caw, caw, caw, cousins,
hunters are coming. They are creeping up through that gully over there. They
are coming up behind that hill. Watch out! Caw, caw, caw!" Hearing this,
the buffalo would stampede, and the people starved.
The people held a council to decide what to do. Now, among the crows was a huge one, twice as big as all the others. This crow was their leader. One wise old chief got up and made this suggestion: "We must capture the big white crow," he said, "and teach him a lesson. It's either that or go hungry."
He brought out a large buffalo skin, with the head and horns still attached. He put it on the back of a young brave, saying: "Nephew, sneak among the buffalo. They will think you are one of them, and you can capture the big white crow. "Disguised as a buffalo, the young man crept among the herd as if he were grazing. The big, shaggy beasts paid him no attention. Then the hunters marched out from their camp after him, their bows at the ready. As they approached the herd, the crows came flying, as usual, warning the buffalo: "Caw, caw caw, cousins, the hunters are coming to kill you. Watch out for their arrows. Caw, caw, caw!" and as usual, all the buffalo stampeded off and away : all, that is, except the young hunter in disguise under his shaggy skin, who pretended to go on grazing as before.
Then the big white crow came gliding down, perched on the hunter's shoulders, and flapping his wings, said: "Caw, caw, caw, brother, are you deaf? The hunters are close by, just over the hill. Save yourself!" But the young brave reached out from under the buffalo skin and grabbed the crow by his legs. With a rawhide string he tied the big bird's feet and fastened the other end to a stone. No matter how the crow struggled, he could not escape.
Again the people sat in a council. "What shall we do with the big, bad crow, who has made us go hungry again and again?" "I'll burn him up!" answered one angry hunter, and before anybody could stop him, he yanked the crow from the hands of his captor and thrust it into the council fire ring, string, stone and all. "This will teach you," he said. Of course, the string that held the stone burned through almost at once, and the big crow managed to fly out of the fire. But he was badly singed, and some of his feathers were charred. Though he was still big, he was no longer white. "Caw, caw, caw," he cried, flying away as quickly as he could, "I'll never do it again. "I'll stop warning the buffalo, and so will all the Crow nation. I promise! Caw, caw, caw." Thus the crow escaped. But ever since, after that accident all crows have been black.
The people held a council to decide what to do. Now, among the crows was a huge one, twice as big as all the others. This crow was their leader. One wise old chief got up and made this suggestion: "We must capture the big white crow," he said, "and teach him a lesson. It's either that or go hungry."
He brought out a large buffalo skin, with the head and horns still attached. He put it on the back of a young brave, saying: "Nephew, sneak among the buffalo. They will think you are one of them, and you can capture the big white crow. "Disguised as a buffalo, the young man crept among the herd as if he were grazing. The big, shaggy beasts paid him no attention. Then the hunters marched out from their camp after him, their bows at the ready. As they approached the herd, the crows came flying, as usual, warning the buffalo: "Caw, caw caw, cousins, the hunters are coming to kill you. Watch out for their arrows. Caw, caw, caw!" and as usual, all the buffalo stampeded off and away : all, that is, except the young hunter in disguise under his shaggy skin, who pretended to go on grazing as before.
Then the big white crow came gliding down, perched on the hunter's shoulders, and flapping his wings, said: "Caw, caw, caw, brother, are you deaf? The hunters are close by, just over the hill. Save yourself!" But the young brave reached out from under the buffalo skin and grabbed the crow by his legs. With a rawhide string he tied the big bird's feet and fastened the other end to a stone. No matter how the crow struggled, he could not escape.
Again the people sat in a council. "What shall we do with the big, bad crow, who has made us go hungry again and again?" "I'll burn him up!" answered one angry hunter, and before anybody could stop him, he yanked the crow from the hands of his captor and thrust it into the council fire ring, string, stone and all. "This will teach you," he said. Of course, the string that held the stone burned through almost at once, and the big crow managed to fly out of the fire. But he was badly singed, and some of his feathers were charred. Though he was still big, he was no longer white. "Caw, caw, caw," he cried, flying away as quickly as he could, "I'll never do it again. "I'll stop warning the buffalo, and so will all the Crow nation. I promise! Caw, caw, caw." Thus the crow escaped. But ever since, after that accident all crows have been black.
Well , that `s all
about my story, and before I say
good bye , we can take a moral lesson
from the story that is :
` never do others` business while it is not belong to you.`
Bye……………
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cerita ke 3.
Good ………………………….….
Ladies and gentlemen as well as all the audiences
here.
Thank you
for the time giving to me and also unforgettable thanks so much to the judges
Well , here
comes the time for me to tell you my
story with the title:
Fire
Tail
LET ME START MY STORY
Very long
ago, a band of Indians was drying deer meat in the sun. They thought how
wonderful it would be to have a small sun to dry the meat better and keep them
warm when the big sun set in the evening and it got cold.
Of course, they were only dreaming because such a thing would take power and magic, more than their most powerful magicman possessed.
But, as the People talked, a tiny bird chirped loudly in a tree above them. The People saw the bird had a very bright red tail that flickered even while it was sitting still.
An elder who could speak to animals asked, "What do you want, little bird?"
"Wise One, I do not want, but I bring what you wish for. My tail has a thing called Fire. It is hot like the sun and will comfort you when the winter wind blows, cook your meat, and give you light when the sun is gone."
The elder said, "Thank you, little bird. Bring me your fire so I can share it with the People."
"It is not that easy," replied the bird. "Have the People gather here in the morning to receive fire. Tell each one to bring a dry branch with pine pitch on it."
Then, the bird quickly flew away.
The elder told the People what the bird had said. He also said, "We should do what the bird says, for it will bring us much good fortune."
So, when the sun rose again, all the People were gathered, each holding a pine pitch branch. A loud chirping in the tree above told them the bird had appeared.
The bird talked to them in a voice that all could understand, "The first to catch up to me will be given my fire. But, only if that person does what is right, has patience, and does not lose courage. Follow me!"
Of course, they were only dreaming because such a thing would take power and magic, more than their most powerful magicman possessed.
But, as the People talked, a tiny bird chirped loudly in a tree above them. The People saw the bird had a very bright red tail that flickered even while it was sitting still.
An elder who could speak to animals asked, "What do you want, little bird?"
"Wise One, I do not want, but I bring what you wish for. My tail has a thing called Fire. It is hot like the sun and will comfort you when the winter wind blows, cook your meat, and give you light when the sun is gone."
The elder said, "Thank you, little bird. Bring me your fire so I can share it with the People."
"It is not that easy," replied the bird. "Have the People gather here in the morning to receive fire. Tell each one to bring a dry branch with pine pitch on it."
Then, the bird quickly flew away.
The elder told the People what the bird had said. He also said, "We should do what the bird says, for it will bring us much good fortune."
So, when the sun rose again, all the People were gathered, each holding a pine pitch branch. A loud chirping in the tree above told them the bird had appeared.
The bird talked to them in a voice that all could understand, "The first to catch up to me will be given my fire. But, only if that person does what is right, has patience, and does not lose courage. Follow me!"
The bird
flew off quickly with the People chasing behind. It flew over rough ground and
thick forest, across streams and marshes. Many people could not keep the pace
and gave up. They said, "It is too hard! Too fast! Too difficult! Too
dangerous!" as they stopped their chase.
Finally, a young brave got close to the bird and called, "Give me your fire, little bird, so I can get back to more important matters."
"No," replied the bird, "You have no patience. You shall have no fire."
Then, a second brave got close to the bird and called, "Give me your fire, little bird, so I will be the most powerful of the People. I have followed you far and have done no wrong." "No," replied the bird, "You think only of yourself and that is bad. You shall have no fire."
The bird looked back and saw that it was no longer being followed so it settled to a branch in a tree to rest. It saw a woman on the ground nursing an old man that appeared very sick and cold.
The bird said, "Bring a pine branch and I will give you Fire to keep that man warm and cook your food."
The woman said, "Thank you, little bird, but I must stay with my friend. I do not deserve a magic gift. I am only doing what is right, what my inner voice tells me needs to be done. And, I must stay with this sick man to help him for as long as needed."
"You think first of others, so you deserve this gift which you can share with the People," explained the bird. "Bring a stick so you can help this man."
So, the woman quickly brought a branch and the bird lit it from its flickering tail. The woman built a fire and kept her friend warm through the night. In the morning, he was better so they returned to the village and brought Fire with them. Since that time, the People have had Fire.
Finally, a young brave got close to the bird and called, "Give me your fire, little bird, so I can get back to more important matters."
"No," replied the bird, "You have no patience. You shall have no fire."
Then, a second brave got close to the bird and called, "Give me your fire, little bird, so I will be the most powerful of the People. I have followed you far and have done no wrong." "No," replied the bird, "You think only of yourself and that is bad. You shall have no fire."
The bird looked back and saw that it was no longer being followed so it settled to a branch in a tree to rest. It saw a woman on the ground nursing an old man that appeared very sick and cold.
The bird said, "Bring a pine branch and I will give you Fire to keep that man warm and cook your food."
The woman said, "Thank you, little bird, but I must stay with my friend. I do not deserve a magic gift. I am only doing what is right, what my inner voice tells me needs to be done. And, I must stay with this sick man to help him for as long as needed."
"You think first of others, so you deserve this gift which you can share with the People," explained the bird. "Bring a stick so you can help this man."
So, the woman quickly brought a branch and the bird lit it from its flickering tail. The woman built a fire and kept her friend warm through the night. In the morning, he was better so they returned to the village and brought Fire with them. Since that time, the People have had Fire.
OK THAT`S ALL ABOUT
MY
STORY
BUT BEFORE I
END IT WE CAN TAKE A MORAL LESSON THAT :
`AS LONG
AS YOU LIVE, MAKE YOURSELF
USEFULL
FOR OTHERS `
