Celia R Mueller
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A shepherd has a very loyal dog
A shepherd had a very loyal dog called Sultan. The sultan was now so old that even his teeth had fallen out. One day the shepherd and his wife were standing in front of the house, and the shepherd said, "I am going to kill the old Sultan tomorrow morning because he is no longer useful." But the wife said, "Please keep this poor dog, it has served us faithfully for many years and we should continue to provide for it for as long as it lives." The shepherd retorted to her, "But what can we do for us by keeping it? He doesn't have a single tooth in his mouth, and thieves don't care about him. You're right, he did a lot of things for us, but that's how he earned his living, and we didn't treat him badly! It's better to kill it tomorrow, the way it is now." The poor sultan was lying not far from them, and he heard all this conversation between the shepherd and his wife and was very much frightened at the thought that tomorrow would be the end of him. In the evening, he went to his good friend the wolf, who lived in the forest, and told him all about himself, saying that his master was going to kill him tomorrow. The wolf listened to him and said, "Don't panic yet, I will give you a good idea. Your masters take their children to work in the field every morning, as you know. When they work, they will put the children in the shade under the fence. Tomorrow morning you squat near the child and act as if you were looking after it, and when I come out of the forest and take it away, you must act as if you were desperately chasing me, and I will act as if I were frightened and drop it and run away. Then you can take the child back. After this mess, your owners will be very grateful to you for saving their child, and they will keep you and continue to provide for you." The dogs greatly appreciated this solution. Early the next morning, they proceeded as planned, and the wolf had just carried the child away for a short distance when the shepherd and his wife cried out in panic. At that moment, the old sultan jumped up and strove after the wolf, and soon caught up with him and helped his master and mistress to save the poor little one. Seeing that the child was safe and sound, the shepherd patted the sultan's head and said, "Old sultan, you saved our child from the wolf's mouth, I will not kill you anymore, but will feed you well and give you a lot of things to eat." After saying that, he turned to his wife and said, "Go! Go home, make a good meal for the old sultan, and make him a nest out of my old cushions to sleep in, so that he can live a better life." From then on, the sultan finally got what he wanted and lived a life that was favored by his master's family. Soon the wolf came to congratulate the sultan and said to him, "My good friend, now you should do me a favor, for I have not had a full meal for a long time, so please turn your head away when I catch and eat your master's fat sheep, and just pretend not to see it." The Sultan said, "That won't do, I have to be faithful to my master." When the wolf heard this, he thought it was just telling jokes and would not take the matter seriously. In the evening, it came and prepared to catch a sheep for a meal, but the sultan told his master about the wolf's intention. The master hid behind the door of the sheep pen and waited for the arrival of the wolf. After the wolf came, the master was busy looking for a fat sheep when he hit him hard on the back with a sullen stick, and even the wool on his back fell off a big pinch, and the wolf fled in haste. After receiving this stick, the wolf was so angry that it called the sultan "an old mongrel" and vowed to take revenge on him. The next morning, the wolf sent the wild boar to challenge the sultan to go to the forest and settle the matter between them using a duel. At this moment, the sultan could not find a second helper except a three-legged crippled cat from his master's house, and he had to ask the cat to go with him. The poor cat could not walk easily with its lame leg, so it held its tail up to balance itself. The wolf and the boar first waited for the sultan on the road, and when they found each other, they saw the cat's long tail in the air from afar and thought it was a knife the cat had brought to help the sultan in the duel. The cat walked with a limp, and they thought that with each limp the cat had picked up a stone that was ready to be thrown at them. Seeing this, they both got scared in their hearts and beat a retreat, saying it was better to cancel the duel. Having said this, the boar hastily hid himself in a bush, and the wolf jumped to a large tree. The Sultan and the cat soon came over and looked around, wondering how they had not yet come. However, the boar had not yet hidden completely, its ears were still exposed outside the bush, and when its ears wiggled gently, the cat, sensing something wiggling in the bush, thought it was a mouse, jumped up and pounced on it, biting and scratching. The boar could not stand it, it was jumping and screaming, while running away, while shouting: "Look at the tree, that's the one sitting up there is the one you are looking for." The Sultan and the cat looked up the tree together, and then they saw the wolf sitting on the branch, and they called him a coward and forbade him to come down. The wolf was so ashamed that he promised to make peace with Sufan, and thus he and the old sultan became good friends again.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
The old fox with nine tails
Once upon a time, there was an old fox with nine tails, who felt that his wife was unfaithful to him and wanted to try her. He stretched out under the bench and moved his limbs down as if he were dead. The fox's wife went to his room and closed the door; her maid, Miss Cat, sat by the stove to cook. After the news of the old fox's death spread, the suitors came. The maid heard someone knocking at the door in front of the house. She went to open the door, and there stood a young fox saying, "Miss Cat, what are you doing? Are you sleeping, or are you awake?" The cat replied, "I am not sleeping, I am awake. Do you want to know what I'm doing? I am simmering beer and adding cream to it, sir, will you be my guest?" The fox said, "Thank you, miss, what is old Mrs. Fox doing?" The maid replied, "She is sitting in her room, telling her sorrow, and her eyes are red with weeping, for the old fox is dead." "Tell her, miss, that a young fox has come and wants to ask her to marry him." "Young sir, yes." The cat duked away, and the door grunted. "Mrs. Fox, are you in there?" "Ah, yes... My little cat, I'm here." "There's a suitor outside." "My son, what does he look like?" "Is he under is also has nine big beautiful tails, like an old fox?" The cat replied, "Ah, no, he has only one tail." "I don't want him." The cat lady went down and sent the suitor away. Soon there was another knock at the door, and another fox was at the door, asking for the wife of the old fox; he had two tails, but he suffered the same as the first fox. Then came some other foxes, each with one more tail than the last, but they were all rejected. Finally came a fox with nine tails like the old fox. When the widow heard this, she rejoiced greatly and said to the cat, "Open all the doors, and carry the old fox out and throw it away." But when the marriage ceremony was about to take place, the old fox under the bench sprang up and beat the group of rascals with a stick, and drove his wife and all the people out. The Second Fairy Tale When the old fox died, a wolf came knocking at the door to propose marriage. The cat, the maid of Mrs. Fox, opened the door. The wolf greeted the cat and said: "Good day, Mrs. Cat, the sweeper, why are you sitting alone? What good are you doing here?" The cat replied, "I am breaking bread and putting it into the milk guard, would you like to be my guest?" The wolf replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Cat, is the fox's wife not at home?" The cat said, "She is sitting in her room upstairs, crying her misery and her great distress, for the old fox is dead." The wolf replied, "If she will marry a man again, then you will tell her to come downstairs." The cat ran up the stairs, turning from side to side until she came to the front of the long hall, where she knocked on the door with her five fingers with the gold ring. "Mrs. Fox, are you in there? If you are willing to marry another man, you will come downstairs." Mrs. Fox asked, "Does that gentleman wear small red pants and have a sharp mouth?" The cat replied, "No." "He is not able to serve me." The wolf was sent away, and there came a dog, a deer, a rabbit, a bear, a lion, and all the beasts of the forest one by one. But none of them had some advantage over the old fox, so they were sent away by the description each time. Finally came a young fox. Mrs. Fox said, "Does that gentleman wear small red pants and have a sharp mouth?" The cat said, "Yes, he has both." Mrs. Fox said, "You tell him to come upstairs." She then told the maid to prepare for the wedding.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
The more blessed people are, the kinder they are
A person, the more blessed, the more kind; a person, the more like to do good deeds, the more blessed. In life, a person's good deeds, the more you do the more blessed you are, pitted against others and harmful things, do not do more blessed.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn to autumn, but I hope the years are quiet
Wandering in the jungle of life, I always have no intention, do not want to alarm the wind, do not want to alarm the rain. Always aspire to live, not to disturb others, and not to be disturbed by others, to pear blossoms like snow, the heart of the bodhi, will be quiet years out of the poetic poetry of the long flow of water, the peace of the present world winding into a light breeze of tranquility.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
Lightly solve the red dust, read the years in peace
Lightly solve the red dust, read the years in peace Life is like a flower, everyone has had the most beautiful bloom, and everyone will also open a season of their own. The year of the flower is the most beautiful encounter; the year of the flower, is also a different kind of deep love. The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the most out of your life.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
A piece of the starry sky, a book
The night is too deep, so deep that it is thick. Exhausted how much talent, can write this night without color. How much thought is needed to wield the brush like ink, so that the heart can be free to write the feelings of elegance, so that the sorrow of no threads, not to attract ties?
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
The Disappointed
The moon always lifts the dark clouds beside her. The clouds were low, and the wide streets were silent and deserted. Under the dim streetlights, his shadow was stretched out long, and on this autumn night, it was the shadow that accompanied him. He looked back, smiled helplessly at the shadow, and turned around, followed by a dull sigh.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
The warmth of home
A warm home is a narrow and warm home, it can give children a good and happy life, it is how good! At the weekend, I was riding my bicycle in my neighborhood, and when I got to the floor of my flat, a dark shadow flew over my head quickly, scaring me, and I looked at the swallow. I was curious to follow the swallow around the neighborhood and back. But this swallow flew into the hallway of my flat. I took a closer look and saw that the swallow was looking for branches and grass to build their "home" in the neighborhood. I was deeply moved by this scene. So I decided to observe their daily life.
By Celia R Mueller3 years ago in Fiction
