by Russell Ayto (Illustrator), Sam McBratney (Author)
A collection of short stories, fables and moral tales from around the world. One voice, please shouts the innkeeper. One voice only, please. And so begins a marvellous journey through the oral storytelling tradition. Containing over fifty short stories and fables from around the world, this humble anthology is the result of author Sam McBratney's 25-year interest in collecting tales. Well-known tales such as The Good Samaritan and The Pied Piper make an appearance, as well as many new stories. Told with wit and wisdom, the tales are accompanied by stylish black and white illustrations from Russell Ayto.;Contains over fifty short stories from Persia, Greece, Ireland and Eastern Europe.;These short, fun stories are ideal for classroom study or assembly readings.
Format: Hardcover
Pages: 176
Publisher: Walker Books Ltd
Published: 05 Dec 2005
ISBN 10: 0744583314
ISBN 13: 9780744583311
You can work wonders whenyou're
highly motivated. Ask Master Hound.
THE RUNNING HARE
ONE MORNING in March, a dog went after a hare in the meadow. It was a mighty chase, in and out of the rushes and the bushes. At the last moment, the hare gave a jump and a twist, and escaped into open country. An old fellow had been watching all of this through
a gap in the hedge.
He said, Well, Master Hound, I see that Hare had the beating of you this morning.
Don't pretend to be surprised, replied the dog, still panting after his exertions. I was running for my lunch, but the hare . . . he was running for his life.
DAYDREAMING
Once there was a potter who surpassed himself by making a lovely pot. This new pot had a tall, elegant shape, with a glaze as blue as cornflowers and fancy bits curling around the neck. All in all, it was a work of art.
Off he went to the market, carrying the pot in his arms and determined to sell it for nothing less than a shilling. The potter paused to rest on a bridge and began to think how nice it would be if he were to get more than a shilling for his pot. This might be my lucky day, he said to himself. A rich lady passing by might stop her carriage and buy my pot for a silver crown!
Then he began to think what he could do with a whole silver crown. He could buy enough clay to make ten pots and have ten more silver crowns-and then he could buy one of those little boats anchored along the river. After a few years of being a potter and a fisherman,
he could almost certainly afford a bigger boat-in fact, a ship. Then he would come sailing home from the east with the hold full of silks and spices, and the beautiful daughter of a rich merchant would fall inlove with him. . . .This mighty chain of events seemed so real to the
potter on the bridge that he looked to see whether a rich lady in a carriage might be passing this way. Alas, it mattered not, for as he turned, he knocked the pot off the bridge. Down it fell, spinning over and over, until it smashed on the rocks below. There was nothing to do but go home. So much for daydreaming, thought the potter. Next time I'll take my pot straight to the market, and I'll sell it to the first soul who offers me a shilling.