E-STORY TELLING COMPETITION



00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)E-STORY TELLING COMPETITIONKELOMPOK D (1 – 3 SMA)LAZY JACKOnce upon a time, in a small village, a lazy boy called Jack lived with his mother. He was so lazy that he found it very difficult to move even his fingers. His mother worked as a servant maid in town homes and earned for herself and her son. People started to call him Lazy Jack and Jack’s mother was totally irritated and worried about her son.One day, she fell sick and was feeling fever severely. She was bed-ridden for two days and could not go to work. She asked her son to earn something for them; otherwise there won’t be anything to eat.Lazy Jack finally understood her mother’s health and their poverty. He promised her mother to bring something and went on to search for a work.A farmer offered him work in his land and paid two pennies for Jack’s work. Jack thanked him and rushed to home with the pennies in hand. As he was running to home, he did not notice the pennies rolled down from his hand. He could not find the coins and reached home with unhappy face.He told the incident to his mom. Jack’s mom told him, ‘dear Jack, next time, you put them in your pocket, so that they won’t fall!’The next day, a milkman offered Jack a job. Jack was offered a jar of milk as wages for his work. As told by his mother, he poured the milk into his pocket and ran towards his mom.00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)His mom recognized what would have happened after seeing Jack’s dress. She told him,’ Jack, you should have carried the milk jar on your head. Don’t worry. But be careful next time!’Next time also Jack worked for the milkman and he went to the milkman’s farm early in the morning. The work got completed before the noon and Jack was paid a bar of cheese for his work. Jack was happy and as told by his mother, he carried the cheese bar on his head. Since it was a sunny day and very hot in the noon, all the cheese melted away.Jack told his mom that all cheese melted. His mother told, he should have carried the cheese in his hands and asked him to do correctly next time.The next day, he went to work in cattle. The owner of the cattle farm offered him a little kitten for him towards wages as Jack liked the kitten very much. He carried the kitten on his hands. The little kitten jumped from his hands and ran away. Jack was sad and told his mother he lost the kitten too. His mom told, he should have tied a rope and dragged the kitten on the road.For the next two days, he went to work in a farm again and returned home with a huge piece of meat. He tied the meat with a rope and dragged it on the road. The meat was spoiled and his mom shouted at him as he could not do anything properly.Later sometime, she consoled him and told him that he should have carried the meat on his shoulders. Jack went to nearby town for work and returned home after a week. For his hard work, he was rewarded with a donkey and he carried the donkey on his shoulders.00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)A young girl around 8 years of age who saw Jack carrying the donkey on shoulders started to laugh and she laughed continuously for long time. Her dad, who was the richest person in the town, was so happy and was in tears. He thanked Jack as he made her daughter laugh after 5 years. Jack realized his mistakes and foolishness he done then and before. But at the same time his foolishness made that rich man’s daughter laugh. He took the rich man and his daughter to his home. The rich man offered them work and shelter in his bungalow. From that incident, he tried to do everything properly without any mistakes and foolishness and they lived happily ever after!00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)E-STORY TELLING COMPETITIONKELOMPOK D (1 – 3 SMA)The Monkey and the CrocodileIt was a beautiful lake surrounded by lush green grasses, beautiful trees, mountains and sweetest, tastiest jamun trees. There lived a monkey on one of the jamun trees located near the lake.The lake also had a few crocodiles. There was one crocodile that used to collect the jamun fruits from the lake that fall from the tree.As the crocodile visits the jamun trees every day, it became friends with Monkey. Crocodile and monkey met every day. The monkey helped crocodile by providing more and fresh jamun fruits from the tree. Their relationship continued and they became close pals.One day, the monkey asked the crocodile to give some jamun fruits to his wife and family as the fruits were more delicious. The crocodile agreed and took a lot of jamun fruits to his wife.His wife was so happy and surprised that she never ate so delicious fruits, so far. She inquired her husband, where he got those fruits. The crocodile told her, his friend, monkey who lives in a Jamun tree gave these for him.The wife crocodile made a plan in her mind. She asked her husband, ‘Does your friend eat these fruits every day?’ The crocodile replied yes. She added, ‘Oh my goodness. These are the sweetest fruits we ever ate. Imagine how delicious the monkey’s heart would be if he ate these fruits daily! I need the heart of your friend. Can you please bring it for me?’00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)The crocodile was shocked to hear it from his wife. He replied, ‘But he is my close friend. I can’t do this to him.’The wife crocodile told him, ‘don’t worry. You bring him here. I will then take care! Or else, you may try to push him down into the water if he doesn’t know swimming!’After a long time, the crocodile agreed to bring monkey to his wife.The very next day, crocodile invited monkey to join them for lunch and asked for his favorite foods. Monkey happily agreed to be the guest and but worried that the monkey did not know how to swim in the lake.Crocodile on thinking about monkey’s sorrow, pleased monkey and told him, ‘Don’t worry. I will carry you on my back and will take you back safely too!’The monkey accepted and crocodile rode him to his home on his back on the water. As they reached half way, the crocodile tried to push monkey down into the water. However, monkey held the crocodile tightly and did not fall. Monkey got suspicious about crocodile’s act and asked him to tell the truth.Since crocodile believed him as his good friend, he told about the conversation and the fight his wife had with him and he was taking monkey to eat his heart!The intelligent monkey said, ‘Oh my dear friend, you should have told me this earlier. I left my heart on one of the branches of the tree as I won’t carry it if I travel long. If you take me back, I can give you my heart.’Crocodile accepted and rode the monkey back to the lake. As they reached the tree where the monkey lived, the monkey climbed quickly and escaped from the crocodile.00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)He shouted at crocodile, ‘I thought you as a good friend, but you cheated me.I will never come back and never be your friend.’The crocodile understood his mistake and returned back home empty handed, losing a good friend indeed.00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)E-STORY TELLING COMPETITIONKELOMPOK D (1 – 3 SMA)THE OLD MAN AT THE BRIDGEby Ernest HemingwayAn old man with steel rimmed spectacles and very dusty clothes sat by the side of the road. There was a pontoon bridge across the river and carts, trucks, and men, women and children were crossing it. The mule-drawn carts staggered up the steep bank from the bridge with soldiers helping push against the spokes of the wheels. The trucks ground up and away heading out of it all and the peasants plodded along in the ankle-deep dust. But the old man sat there without moving. He was too tired to go any farther.It was my business to cross the bridge, explore the bridgehead beyond and find out to what point the enemy had advanced. I did this and returned over the bridge. There were not so many carts now and very few people on foot, but the old man was still there."Where do you come from?" I asked him."From San Carlos," he said, and smiled. That was his native town and so it gave him pleasure to mention it and he smiled."I was taking care of animals," he explained. "Oh," I said, not quite understanding."Yes," he said, "I stayed, you see, taking care of animals. I was the last one to leave the town of San Carlos."He did not look like a shepherd nor a herdsman and I looked at his black dusty clothes and his gray dusty face and his steel rimmed spectacles and said, "What animals were they?"00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)"Various animals," he said, and shook his head. "I had to leave them."I was watching the bridge and the African looking country of the Ebro Delta and wondering how long now it would be before we would see the enemy, and listening all the while for the first noises that would signal that ever mysterious event called contact, and the old man still sat there."What animals were they?" I asked."There were three animals altogether," he explained. "There were two goats and a cat and then there were four pairs of pigeons."And you had to leave them?" I asked."Yes. Because of the artillery. The captain told me to go because of the artillery.""And you have no family?" I asked, watching the far end of the bridge where a few last carts were hurrying down the slope of the bank."No," he said, "only the animals I stated. The cat, of course, will be all right. A cat can look out for itself, but I cannot think what will become of the others.""What politics have you?" I asked."I am without politics," he said. "I am seventy-six years old. I have come twelve kilometers now and I think now I can go no further.""This is not a good place to stop," I said. "If you can make it, there are trucks up the road where it forks for Tortosa.""I will wait a while," he said, " and then I will go. Where do the trucks go?""Towards Barcelona," I told him. "I know no one in that direction," he said, "but thank you very much. Thank you again very much."He looked at me very blankly and tiredly, and then said, having to share his worry with someone, "The cat will be all right, I am sure. There is no need to be00BBC ACTION A NEW CHAPTER(ART and EDUCATION)unquiet about the cat. But the others. Now what do you think about the others?" "Why they'll probably come through it all right.""You think so?""Why not," I said, watching the far bank where now there were no carts. "But what will they do under the artillery when I was told to leave because ofthe artillery?" "Did you leave the dove cage unlocked?" I asked."Yes." "Then they'll fly." "Yes, certainly they'll fly. But the others. It's better not to think about the others," he said."If you are rested, I would go," I urged. "Get up and try to walk now.""Thank you," he said and got to his feet, swayed from side to side and then sat down backwards in the dust. "I was taking care of animals," he said dully, but no longer to me. "I was only taking care of animals." There was nothing to do about him. It was Easter Sunday and the Fascists were advancing toward the Ebro. It was a gray overcast day with a low ceiling so their planes were not up. That and the fact that cats know how to look after themselves was all the good luck that old man would ever have. ................
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