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Mouse marries daughter

The mouse girl is very beautiful, her parents are determined to marry her to the world's most powerful man

By Michael A RiffePublished 3 years ago 5 min read
Mouse marries daughter
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 The mouse girl is very beautiful, her parents are determined to marry her to the world's most powerful man. So they set out to find such a bridegroom.

  First, they went to the sun, which shone brightly and shone on the divine earth. So they asked the sun, "Ah, bright sun, please marry our beautiful daughter."

  The sun agreed in one breath. But the parents of the mouse girl asked somewhat skeptically, "But are you the most skillful in the world?"

  The sun shook his head and said, "No, the rain is more skillful than me, and when it rains I am driven out of the sky by it."

  "Sorry," said the parents of the mouse girl and turned to go, "we have to marry our daughter to the most capable person!"

  They came a long way to find the rain, and the downpour filled the rivers and irrigated ten thousand acres of good land, and the sun hid in the clouds before the downpour.

  "Ah, pouring rain, please marry our beautiful daughter!"

  The rain also agreed in one breath, but the rain said the wind was more powerful than him because the rain clouds were always blown away by the wind. Once they heard that, the parents of the mouse girl thanked Rain again and set out on the long road to find the wind.

  Finally, they found the powerful wind, the wind whipped up the sky of dust, blowing away the clouds and rain in the air, bringing people a slight coolness. Similarly, the wind is also willing to marry the beautiful mouse girl, but he admitted that he is not the most competent, because no matter how he blew, he could never blow off the hill that blocked his way. The wind said that the hill was too powerful!

  Farewell to the wind, the mouse girl's parents are again full of hope to come to the hill, hoping to marry their beautiful daughter to the unwavering hill. Little Mountain told them that he was not the most powerful, the bull was more powerful than him. Because the bull came to Xiaoshan every day at dusk to sharpen his horns, again and again, Xiaoshan's earth was worn off piece after piece.

  So they went to the bull again, the bull was ashamed, said he was not the most skillful, because he followed the command of the rope, the cattle drover with a rope to bind them, pulling them to the left or right to turn, let them to the left they must go left, let them go right they must go right, there is no choice.

  Immediately after they went to find the rope used to draw the cattle, the rope heard to marry the beautiful mouse girl very happy, but he also had to admit that there are more capable than himself, that is, the mouse living in the barn because the mouse every night to chew the rope, the fate of the rope in the mouth of the mouse.

  Looked for a circle, and finally, the parents of the mouse found back, had to lament whether the mouse was suitable for their daughter, and finally, the mouse in the cowshed was elected as the bridegroom.

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  Bedtime Story 29

The Reeds and the Groundnut Seedlings

  One spring long ago, a farmer buried some groundnut seedlings and a few plates of reeds in the ground at the same time.

  After a few days, the young reed with its green skin and yellow heart burst out of the ground like a cone. When it saw the buried seedlings, it felt sorry for them and said, "Brother groundnut seedlings, do you want to help? Do not look at me now is not as tall as you, in a few days will exceed you."

  Hearing that, the groundnut seedling humbly said, "Thank you for your concern. I will try to catch up with you."

  Half a month later, the reed grew to more than a foot tall. The gourd seedling had grown a bit, but because it was close to the ground, it looked shorter and shorter compared to the reed. The reed had grown leaves by this time and was so proud of itself that it didn't even want to call out to its big brother when it saw the groundnuts around it. When the breeze blew, the reed shook itself and said, "Look how tall I have grown! The more you grow, the more you lose your talent!"

  The groundnut seedling sincerely advised him, "Reed, we need to be realistic, not imaginary, and hope to contribute to people in the future. You are too young, too delicate, it will not do you any good!"

  The reed did not listen to the advice of the groundnut seedling but became more and more arrogant. In June, it had grown to five or six feet, and its leaves were about a foot long. When the cool breeze blew, it was even more proud of itself and went on to make a sarcastic remark about the groundnuts: "Look at me, man. I'm so proud of myself. How come you are growing more and more shameful?"

  The forbearing gourd seedlings just said, "Don't talk about the long and short of it. From now on, let's see who people like and who is good."

  When the autumn season arrived, the reed was about a foot tall and had a cluster of light flowers on its tip. You can't even have a flower. How can I have a neighbor like you?"

  The groundnut seedling knew what was in his heart, so he ignored it.

  The reed grew taller and taller, with big leaves and purple-red flower spikes, and people would always praise it: "It's so pretty!" When children came by, they would fold a few branches and carry them on their shoulders, forming a line. When the reed is in the middle of the road, it looks at the groundnuts with a blank stare, and when the groundnuts talk to it, it tilts its head and ignores it. The more it grows, the emptier its heart becomes, the lighter its flowers become, and even its stalks become more and more brittle.

  What about the groundnut seedlings? On the ground by the children trampled around, although the heart is also a little sad, but not discouraged. It said to itself, "No matter what, I still have to continue to work hard, people will not just look at the appearance but not the fruit! So, it squatted in the mud and grew even more vigorously.

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Michael A Riffe

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