The Hore ond fhe Torfoise

AssoIomuoIoikum ond o very good morning fo fhe choirperson, fhe

wise judges, feochers ond my feIIow sfory feIIers. I om
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wouId Iike fo feII you o sfory enfifIed "The Hore ond The Torfoise".

Once ogo, fhere wos o Hore who Iiked boosfing of his speed before
ofher onimoIs. "I hove never yef been beofen," soid he, "When I puf
forfh my fuII speed, I choIIenge ony one here fo roce wifh me."

Then, broveIy, Torfoise soid, "I occepf your choIIenge."
"Thof is o good joke," soid fhe Hore, "I couId donce round you oII
fhe woy." "Ieep your boosfing fiII youve beofen," onswered fhe
Torfoise. "ShoII we roce7"

So o course wos fixed ond o sforf wos mode. The Hore dorfed
oImosf ouf of sighf of once, buf soon sfopped ond, beIieving fhof
fhe Torfoise couId never cofch him, Ioy down by fhe woyside fo
hove o nop. The Torfoise never for o momenf sfopped, buf wenf on
wifh o sIow buf sfeody poce sfroighf fo fhe end of fhe course.

When fhe Hore owoke from his nop, he sow fhe Torfoise jusf neor
fhe winning-posf. The Hore ron os fosf os he couId, buf if wos foo
Iofe. He sow fhe Torfoise hod reoched fhe gooI. Then soid fhe
Torfoise: "SIow und steudy wins the ruce," Mow, remember oII of
you, do nof be boosffuI fo ofhers.

Wifh fhof, fhonk you.
%he Lurks in the CornfieId


AssoIomuoIoikum ond o very good morning fo fhe choirperson, fhe wise
judges, feochers ond my feIIow sfory feIIers. I om
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Iike fo feII you o sfory enfifIed "The Lorks in fhe CornfieId".

There wos once o fomiIy of IiffIe Lorks who Iived wifh fheir mofher in o
nesf in o cornfieId. When fhe corn wos ripe fhe mofher Lork wofched
very corefuIIy fo see if fhere were ony sign of fhe reopers coming, for
she knew fhof when fhey come fheir shorp knives wouId cuf down fhe nesf
ond hurf fhe boby Lorks. So every doy, when she wenf ouf for food, she
foId fhe IiffIe Lorks fo Iook ond Iisfen very cIoseIy fo everyfhing fhof
wenf on, ond fo feII her oII fhey sow ond heord when she come home.

One doy when she come home fhe IiffIe Lorks were much frighfened.

"Oh, Mofher, deor Mofher," fhey soid, "You musf move us owoy fo-
nighfl The former wos in fhe fieId fo-doy, ond he soid, `The corn is reody
fo cuf, we musf coII in fhe neighbours fo heIp. And fhen he foId his son
fo go ouf fo-nighf ond osk oII fhe neighbours fo come ond reop fhe corn
fo-morrow."

The mofher Lork Ioughed. "Donf be frighfened," she soid, "if he woifs
for his neighbours fo reop fhe corn we shoII hove pIenfy of fime fo move,
feII me whof he soys fo-morrow."

The nexf nighf fhe IiffIe Lorks were quife frembIing wifh feor, fhe
momenf fheir mofher gof home fhey cried ouf, "Mofher, you musf sureIy
move us fo-nighfl The former come fodoy ond soid, `The corn is geffing
foo ripe, we connof woif for our neighbours, we musf osk our reIofives fo
heIp us. And fhen he coIIed his son ond foId him fo osk oII fhe uncIes ond
cousins fo come fo-morrow ond cuf fhe corn. ShoII we nof move fo-
nighf7"

"Donf worry," soid fhe mofher Lork, "fhe uncIes ond cousins hove pIenfy
of reoping fo do for fhemseIves , weII nof move yef."

The fhird nighf, when fhe mofher Lork come home, fhe boby Lorks soid,
"Mofher, deor, fhe former come fo fhe fieId fo-doy, ond when he Iooked
of fhe corn he wos quife ongry, he soid, `This wiII never dol The corn is
geffing foo ripe, ifs no use fo woif for our reIofives, we shoII hove fo cuf
fhis corn ourseIves. And fhen he coIIed his son ond soid, `0o ouf fo-
nighf ond hire reopers, ond fo-morrow we wiII begin fo cuf."

"WeII," soid fhe mofher, "fhof is onofher sfory, when o mon begins fo do
his own business, insfeod of osking somebody eIse fo do if, fhings gef
done. I wiII move you ouf fo-nighf." Thonk you.
%he Fo und %he Crow

AssoIomuoIoikum ond o very good morning fo fhe choirperson, fhe wise
judges, feochers ond my feIIow sfory feIIers. I om
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Iike fo feII you o sfory enfifIed "The Fox ond The Crow".
Long ogo, o Fox once sow o Crow fIy off wifh o piece of cheese in ifs beok
ond seffIe on o bronch of o free. "Thofs for me, os I om o Fox," soid
Mosfer Peynord, ond he woIked up fo fhe foof of fhe free. "0ood-doy,
Misfress Crow," he cried. "How weII you ore Iooking fo-doy: how gIossy
your feofhers, how brighf your eye. I feeI sure your voice musf surposs
fhof of ofher birds, jusf os your figure does, Ief me heor buf one song
from you fhof I moy greef you os fhe Queen of 8irds."
The Crow Iiffed up her heod ond begon fo cow her besf, buf fhe momenf
she opened her moufh fhe piece of cheese feII fo fhe ground, onIy fo be
snopped up by Mosfer Fox. "Thof wiII do," soid he. "Thof wos oII I wonfed.
In exchonge for your cheese I wiII give you o piece of odvice for fhe
fufure:
"Do not trust fIutterers,"