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    طالب تخرج الصورة الرمزية .A.O.S
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    Stories



    Mission Fishing

    One bright and sunny day, I felt like fishing. So I packed what I needed ... fishing rod, hooks, weights and of course, worms for bait.

    When I reached the jetty, I put a worm on the hook and threw the line in and waited for the fish to bite. I was disappointed when I did not catch anything after waiting for three hours.

    I pulled in the line and to my surprise, there was a small fish at the end of the line. The fish was so small that I did not feel any tug on the line.

    I was even more surprised when the fish started to talk, "Let me go or I will turn you into a frog!" I was so startled that I just stared at it. The next moment, I was already a frog ... ribit, ribit

    ............................

    A New Wolf


    The story of the three little pigs has been passed down for many generations. I, Little Mean Wolf, the grandson of Big Bad Wolf has vowed to take revenge on the three little pigs, now the three old pigs.

    After many days, I thought of a plan. I asked my father, Big Stingy Wolf what the pigs feared most and my father answered, " Lions! " I took out my lion costume that I had used last year for the play "The Wizard of Oz."

    I went out in my lion costume and went to the three old pigs' house. When I got near to the house the three pigs caught me with a net. I cried and wailed but soon after that, they let me go and even forgave me. They knew that I was not a real lion because I could not roar like a real one.

    From then on, I turned over a new leaf and changed my name to Small Good Wolf. I and three old pigs' grandsons, Small Cute Pig, Small Gentle Pig and Small Adorable Pig became good friends. Somebody was not happy that I had made new friends and he was my father, Big Stingy Wolf.

    The pigs were going to move out and I had to choose between my family or go away with my friends. I had been happier since I learnt about Jesus from the three old pigs so I decided to follow my friends and learn more about Jesus. I followed them to the jungle where I had a lot of fun. I learnt more about Jesus from the Bible (International Animals' Version). I accepted Jesus as my Saviour and became a Christian

    ............................

    A Duck Tale

    The bright morning rays shone through the bedroom curtains onto Farmer Huang's pillow; making the room hot and stuffy. Farmer Huang is not an early riser but the heat woke up him. He hurriedly got up and started to head for his poultry farm. He had invested all his money in ducks.

    Farmer Huang got into his lorry that was loaded with ducks in cages and his two workers, Bill and Jim. Their first stop was City Primary School. Upon reaching the school gate, the lorry skidded and punctured a tyre. Farmer Huang left his workers to change the tyre while he went into the school canteen to hand over some ducks.

    Meanwhile, a boy had crept up the lorry and opened some of the cages. Jim happened to look up; the boy jumped down from the lorry and ran into the school compound. The ducks were escaping! Jim and Bill hurriedly tried to get the ducks back into the cages but their efforts were in vain. There was a great commotion ... ducks quacking, workers shouting.

    Where was the naughty boy? He was at the school gate letting some ducks into the school. On hearing the noise, many children came out of their classrooms and were watching the funny sight ... two men chasing ducks which were quacking, waddling and flapping their wings which in turn sent down feathers floating in the air! It was hilarious.

    Farmer Huang came back just in time to catch hold of the boy. He then went after the ducks. He made a funny quacking sound and the ducks began to come to him. He happily put them back into their cages, changed the punctured tyre and drove off ... leaving the boy in the hands of the school principal.

    ............................


    Fire! Fire !

    The moon had gone behind a cloud and there weren't many stars in the sky. It was a dark night. I saw a glow in my neighbour's kitchen. I thought he was having a midnight snack so I went back to my bed.

    Soon, there was a burning smell in the air and I suspected something was wrong. At once, I jumped out of bed and went downstairs to investigate. I saw fire coming out of my neighbour's kitchen. Instinctively, I shouted "Fire! Fire!" But there was no one nearby to hear my shouts for help.

    I rushed into my house, called the Fire Department and went back to my neighbour's house. I rang the doorbell, banged on the door and called out my neighbour's name but there was no response. I managed to break into the house and rescued a cat and a rabbit.

    I tried to throw buckets of water through the kitchen window but it was no use; the fire was too strong. Luckily, a fire engine arrived and the firemen put out the fire. They arrived in the nick of time as the fire was going to spread to the other rooms in the house.


    When my neighbour came back, he was sad because his kitchen was a wreck but he thanked me for calling the Fire Department and for saving his pets. He wanted to give me some money as a reward but I did not accept it.

    Weeks later, my neighbour repaired and restored his kitchen. He invited me to his new kitchen and there he gave me a medal that he had specially ordered from a factory. It made me very happy.

    ............................

    The big family in the little house

    Vladimir does not know what to do. He has a big family
    And he lives in a little house. He is not very happy
    One day he goes to town. He talks to a wise woman
    "please help me," he says. "my wife and I have six children
    We live in a very little house. Eight people in a few
    rooms! We cannot live in this way
    The wise woman listens. She closes her eyes for a minute
    Then she asks, "how many animals do you have
    " we have eight animals. We have a horse, a cow
    two pigs, and four chickens, "says vladimir
    "good. Go home now," says the wise woman
    "take all your animals into the house with you
    " our animals!" says Vladimir. He goes home and does
    what the wise woman tells him. The next week
    he goes back to the wise woman
    "this is very bad!" he says. "The animals eat our food
    They fill all the rooms. They sleep in our beds
    The wise woman closes her eyes a gain. Then she tells
    Vladimir, "now go home. Take the animals out of the house
    Vladimir goes home. He takes the animals out of the house
    The next day, he goes back to the wise woman
    This time he is happy .
    "thank you, thank you, "he says. "it's very different
    without the animals. Now we can eat. Now we can sleep
    Now we like our house. Thank you for your help
    You are a very wise woman!"[]

    ............................

    The turtle and the ducks

    The turtle was not very happy. "here I am on the ground
    "he said. "I cannot go fast. I always see the same things
    I see only the ground and the grass. Poor, poor me
    Then the turtle looked up at the sky. "look at those birds
    " he said. "they go many places. They see many things
    I want to be a bird. I want to fly, too
    Two ducks stopped near the turtle
    "oh, ducks, "asked the turtle. "what can I do? I want to
    go far places. I want to see the world
    "I think we can help you," said the ducks
    "can you?" asked the turtle. "how?"
    "you can fly with us to Africa or to America. You can see
    mountains, oceans, and cities – all things you want to see
    "but how can I fly?" asked the turtle
    "with astick," said the ducks." We can hold the stick in
    our mouths. And you must hold on with your mouth
    And that's what they did. They went up in the air. They went
    many miles. The turtle saw many new things. He saw a city
    and lots of people
    Some people looked up. "a turtle in the air!" they said
    "run, run to the queen. There is a flying turtle. She must see it
    The queen came out to see the turtle." where is it
    She asked. "here! Can't you see me?" called the turtle
    But when he opened his mouth, he fell to the ground
    And there, in front of the queen and all the people, he died

    ............................


    A SMART MOTHER

    THIS IS TASHA.SHE HAS SIX PUPIES.TASHA LIVES WITH GRAY.GRAY LIVES IN CLAIFORNIA.
    IT IS RAINING IN CLAIFORNIA.IT IS RAINING HARD
    .WATER IS IN THE STREETS. WATER IS IN THE HOUSES.
    WATER IS COMING INTO GRAY'S HOUSE
    .HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS CLOTHES
    .HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS BOOKS
    .HE RUNS TO HIS CAR WITH HIS TV.
    OH,NO! TASHA AND HER
    PUPPIES!THEY ARE IN THE YARD!
    GRAY RUNS TO THE YARD.THE WATER
    IS TWO FEET1 DEEP.WHERE IS TASHA?
    THERE SHE IS!SHE IS SWIMMING
    .WHERE ARE THE PUPPIES?THERE
    THEY ARE!THEY ARE IN THE FOOD BOWL.
    IT IS TASHA'S FOOD BOWL
    .TASHA IS PUSHING THE BOWL WITH HER NOSE.
    THE PUPPIES HAVE A SMART MOTHER.

    ................................

    The Lucky Thief

    Louise Burt was walking along a San Francisco street.
    Suddenly a man took her purse and ran. Mrs.
    Burt was very angry. She had ten dollars, her
    bus pass, and the keys to her house
    in the purse. Mrs. Burt ran after the thief.
    The thief ran one block, two blocks, three
    blocks. The thief was a young man, so he
    could run fast. Mrs. Burt was not a young
    woman_she was 73 years old_but she could
    run fast, too. Mrs. Burt stayed right behind the thief.
    Mrs. Burt was wearing two chopsticks in her hair.
    The chopsticks had sharp ends. Mrs. Burt took
    the chopsticks out of her hair. "Maybe I can
    stab the thief with these chopsticks,
    " she thought. "Then he will drop purse."
    The thief ran into an apartment building.
    Mrs. Burt followed him.
    "Help! Stop him!" she shouted. "He has my purse!"
    Two police officers were walking near
    the apartment building. They heard Mrs.
    Burt and ran to help her. One police officer
    stayed with Mrs. Burt.
    The other police officer chased the thief.
    The police officer found the thief on the roof of the
    apartment building. The thief was looking in
    Mrs. Burt's purse. When he saw the police
    officer, the thief dropped the purse and
    jumped off the building. The building was two stories high.
    A few minutes later the police officer caught the
    thief. He was hiding under a car.
    He couldn't run because he had two broken ankles.
    The police took the thief to jail. The thief
    will stay in jail for long time. But the thief was lucky.
    He was lucky that the police caught him.
    He lucky that Mrs. Burt didn't catch him!


    ............................

    ~ CARING FRIENDS ~

    A teenage boy had cancer and was in the hospital for several
    weeks to undergo radiation treatments and chemotherapy.
    During that time, he lost all of his hair. On the way home
    from the hospital, he was worried ... not about the cancer,
    but about the embarrassment of going back to school with a
    bald head. He had already decided not to wear a wig or a hat.
    When he arrived home, he walked in the front door and turned
    on the lights. To his surprise, about fifty of his friends jumped
    up and shouted, "Welcome home!" The boy looked around
    the room and could hardly believe his eyes... all fifty of his friends had shaved their heads!
    Wouldn't we all like to have caring friends who were so sensitive
    and committed to us that they would sacrifice their hair for
    us if that's what it took to make us feel affirmed, included,
    and loved? Friends like that are hard to find in today's world.

    Edited from Hot Illustrations for Youth Talks by Wayne Rice.
    Copyright 1994 by Youth Specialties, Inc.

    ............................

    Happiness is the Best Gift

    Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
    One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon
    to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
    The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
    The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives
    and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in
    the military service, where they had been on vacation.
    And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could
    sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all
    the things he could see outside the window. The man in
    the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where
    his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and
    color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with
    a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while
    children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in
    arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old
    trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
    As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail,
    the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes
    and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon
    the man by the window described a parade passing by.
    Although the other man couldn't hear the band -
    he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by
    the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
    One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water
    for their baths only to find the lifeless body of
    the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his
    sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants
    to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate,
    the other man asked if he could be moved next to
    the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
    Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take
    his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have
    the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn
    to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
    The man asked the nurse what could have compelled
    his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful
    things outside this window. The nurse responded that
    the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
    Epilogue. . . There is tremendous happiness in making others happy,
    despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow,
    but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want
    to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.
    "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

    ............................

    ~ BUTTERFLY ~




    It was 1953, it was spring, and it was a great time to be a kid!
    School would be out soon, and there were three long months of summer vacation to look forward to.
    Tom Mix and Roy Rogers were still making movies, and the local theater
    had decided not to raise it's prices. You could still get into
    the Saturday matinee for thirty five cents. And that included a Buck Rogers cliff hangar serial and a cartoon!
    A carnival was coming to town in July, and a circus in August. What more could a guy ask for?
    The boy and his friend had been thinking about all these things as
    they watched their kite soar gracefully above them in the sky over
    the large open field. The boy was ten and his friend was eleven,
    and although they were a grade apart in school, they were the best of buddies and did everything together.
    They came to this field often, to fly kites, or play cowboys
    and Indians, or just to explore. There were woods along one
    side of the clearing that were great for hiding and building forts in.
    And if you were playing the part of an Indian there was
    a stone fence that offered protection from the cowboys after a raid on their camp.
    It was in this very field that the carnivals set up their rides and
    the circuses put up their tents. And as much fun as it was to
    wander around those events while they were there, it was
    even more exciting to see them leave, and then race to the field to see what treasures may have been left behind.
    There was always something. A broken trinket, a length of
    thick rope, or maybe even change from some kids pocket
    when he had been turned upside down while riding "The Octopus"! A person never knew what they might discover.
    Yup, it was a really neat field.
    It was getting late, and the two friends decided it was time to go.
    The older boy gave one last hard tug on the kite's string,
    as he always did, trying to get it to dive and loop, and then they reeled in the line and started for home.
    The path out of the field went by an old apple tree, and for
    the past week or so they had been watching a large yellow
    caterpillar who had made his home on one of the branches.
    They had watched him slowly inch his way up and down
    the branch looking for any new leaves that might have
    sprouted. But there wasn't much new growth on
    the tree this early in the year, and so they had wondered how he would survive.
    They didn't see the caterpillar today. Instead they noticed
    a large, grey, lifeless looking cocoon, and they wondered
    if their yellow friend had died. But it was getting very late,
    and the boys friend said his stomach hurt, probably
    from hunger, so they didn't wonder about it too long, and continued their walk home.
    The next morning the boy and his friend walked to school
    together as usual. They arrived with a little time left before
    the first bell, so they took a few moments
    to wander around the playground and discuss their plans for that evening.
    The boy's friend wanted to go fishing at Mudd Creek,
    the water was getting high there and he thought perhaps the trout may have come back early this year.
    It was also just about time to start getting their bicycle-built-for-two back
    together. Neither friend had a great bike, but when the rear
    wheel was removed from one, and the front fork of the other
    attached, it made a super fast and fun vehicle!
    (and sticking playing cards in the spokes of
    the wheels made it sound just like the full dress Harley Davidson
    motorcycles they would see on the highway...well, almost...)
    But nothing definite was decided upon,
    and so, when the second bell rang they went their separate ways.
    Noon came, and when the boy entered the cafeteria it was
    buzzing with excitement. Someone in Mrs. Foster's class
    had gotten very sick and had to be taken to the hospital!
    The boy's friend was in Mrs. Foster's room, and so the boy
    looked around the busy lunch room trying to find him.
    But his friend wasn't there so the boy sat next to some of his other classmates.
    Everyone seemed to have a different version of what had happened,
    and there were a lot of rumors, but the one thing they all seemed
    to agree upon was the fact that it had been the boys friend who had gotten sick.
    Lunch period ended and soon the school day was over.
    The boy hurried home to see if his friend had returned from
    the hospital yet. He was sure his friend would have
    wonderful stories of being poked with long needles,
    being asked to say "ahhh" a hundred times, and other strange and unknown things.
    There were a lot of cars in his friends driveway as the boy walked
    past, but he didn't see anyone and so he continued to his home two
    houses away. His grandmother was in the kitchen baking when
    he walked in, and she asked him if he had heard about his friend.
    She said he had suffered an attack of acute appendicitis. His
    appendix had burst in school, and by the time they got him to
    the hospital it was too late. The poison had spread
    throughout his body and he had died a short while ago.
    His best friend was gone.
    There was no one to take him to the funeral, and so he decided to
    go to the field. He hadn't had much experience with death.
    He had seen dead squirrels and birds of course, but a person, that was different. He didn't understand.
    Why did things have to die?
    Where did they go?
    Why did his best friend have to leave him?
    He wanted to think about all these things and so he walked slowly
    down the road to the field, carrying the kite, it's tail dragging along behind him.
    As he passed the apple tree he noticed the dull, grey cocoon was
    broken open. There was nothing inside, it was just a
    cold empty shell now, and there was no trace of the caterpillar.
    There was a strong breeze, and the kite went up into the bright sky
    easily. The boy sat on a rock and watched as the colorful kite swayed
    in the wind and danced on it's tail. As he watched he thought about
    all the good times he and his friend had had. Times that they could never have again.
    Never again!
    That was the part he couldn't accept. That he would never see his chubby, funny friend again.
    The boy was very sad, but he didn't cry.
    There was less wind now and it was getting cool.
    It was time to go.
    He stood and began to wind the kite string onto it's holder.
    He hadn't wound more than a half dozen turns when a beautiful yellow
    Swallowtail butterfly landed on the line no more than two feet from his hand.
    The string went slack in his hands, and it seemed the butterfly was
    pulling on the line, trying to catch just one last gust of air under the
    kite. The kite responded by soaring another fifty feet up into the air and then started floating slowly back to earth.
    The line was taut in his hands again and the boy continued reeling it in.
    As he did, the Swallowtail let go his hold on the line and flew upwards,
    up past the kite and into the clear blue sky until it disappeared from the boy's sight.
    Now the boy understood.
    The caterpillar hadn't died. He had changed into something new
    and wonderful, leaving behind an empty shell which was no longer needed.
    The boy knew he would never see his friend again, not as he had been.
    But he knew his friend wasn't really gone. Instead, he too was off on a
    great new adventure, his spirit soaring among the clouds. And he knew
    that if he kept all the memories alive, the friendship and the good times, then his friend would never truly leave him.
    His spirit would always be there]
    Take a lesson out of the PAST, an experience out of the PRESENT , and a hope out of the FUTURE

  • #2
    طالب خبير الصورة الرمزية smileee
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    افتراضي

    good stories

    thanks

  • #3
    طالب مبتدئ الصورة الرمزية ghalawe
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    ) A.O.S( thaaaanx alooot

    I enjoyed it

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    طالب مبتدئ
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    that's very kind of you

  • #5
    طالب مبتدئ الصورة الرمزية AsoOoM
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    Thank you very much



    If you learn a lesson in life teach it to the one you love

  • #6
    طالب تخرج الصورة الرمزية .A.O.S
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    Thanks all for your odorous passing
    Take a lesson out of the PAST, an experience out of the PRESENT , and a hope out of the FUTURE

  • #7
    طالب مبتدئ
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    افتراضي

    Thanks alot

  • #8
    طالب تخرج الصورة الرمزية .A.O.S
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    You are welcome
    Take a lesson out of the PAST, an experience out of the PRESENT , and a hope out of the FUTURE

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    طالب مبتدئ
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    افتراضي

    thanks alot center this is agood gift for us we will wait u new

  • #10
    طالب مبتدئ الصورة الرمزية imane-usa
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    افتراضي

    I've seen them before somewhere
    but I like them anyway

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