My school is situated in a calm and quiet village. It is an old school and our Headmaster, who is a fine scholar, happens to be an ex-student of this school. The class rooms are spacious and airy. We have a big playground where we play football, cricket and many other games. Throughout the year’ we organize various functions and competitions. All these enthrall us greatly. We have forty teachers. They love us and are always eager to help us. We have a big library too. It contains many useful books and journals. The librarian is a kind man and he helps us in selecting books. The students of our school do well in the Public examinations. I am proud of my school. When I grow up, I think, I will do something for my school.
Tuesday 3 December 2019
Wednesday 30 October 2019
THE FARMER AND THE SNAKE
One day, a farmer was returning from his fields of wheat. Suddenly, lie came across a baby snake almost frozen to death on the roadside.
The farmer was very kindhearted person. So he picked the baby snake up from the roadside and brought it home.
The farmer and his wife took care of the baby snake, warmed it by the open fire and gave it a warm drink of milk. They also put it into a cardboard box with straw inside it. The snake soon became a part of their family.
Everyday, they gave milk and banana to the snake as well as their son. They looked after the baby snake like their another son. They firmly believed that the snake would do them no harm.
Soon the snake developed into a full grown snake. It meanwhile had seen the outside world and the ways of its kind. It had learned their viciousness. Then one day the snake tried to bite the only son of the farmer. His wife saw it and screamed in horror. The farmer at once! rushed forward with his sickle. He cut the snake into two parts before it could touch the baby boy’s leg.
Moral: Never trust a vicious creature.
The farmer was very kindhearted person. So he picked the baby snake up from the roadside and brought it home.
The farmer and his wife took care of the baby snake, warmed it by the open fire and gave it a warm drink of milk. They also put it into a cardboard box with straw inside it. The snake soon became a part of their family.
Everyday, they gave milk and banana to the snake as well as their son. They looked after the baby snake like their another son. They firmly believed that the snake would do them no harm.
Soon the snake developed into a full grown snake. It meanwhile had seen the outside world and the ways of its kind. It had learned their viciousness. Then one day the snake tried to bite the only son of the farmer. His wife saw it and screamed in horror. The farmer at once! rushed forward with his sickle. He cut the snake into two parts before it could touch the baby boy’s leg.
Moral: Never trust a vicious creature.
Thursday 26 September 2019
The Three Dacoits
One day, three wicked dacoits entered a merchant’s house and robbed all his wealth. On their way back, the dacoits felt hungry. So they stopped near a market. One of them went to the market to buy some food. The two other dacoits who stayed back with wealth, planned to kill their friend. They wanted to deprive the third dacoit of his share.
The third dacoit bought food and mixed poison into it. He also wanted. to enjoy the total wealth himself. So he planned to kill them by giving them poisonous food.
As the dacoit returned from the market, the other two dacoits killed him. Then they consumed the poisonous food and soon died on the spot.
The people saw that three dacoits were lying dead with a bag containing treasures. They heard about the robbery from the merchant’s house. So they at once informed the merchant. He came and collected his treasures. He became very happy by getting back all his lost, wealth.
Moral: Evil deed ends in death.
The third dacoit bought food and mixed poison into it. He also wanted. to enjoy the total wealth himself. So he planned to kill them by giving them poisonous food.
As the dacoit returned from the market, the other two dacoits killed him. Then they consumed the poisonous food and soon died on the spot.
The people saw that three dacoits were lying dead with a bag containing treasures. They heard about the robbery from the merchant’s house. So they at once informed the merchant. He came and collected his treasures. He became very happy by getting back all his lost, wealth.
Moral: Evil deed ends in death.
Monday 12 August 2019
The Merchant and His Mule
A merchant had a mule to carry his goods to the market. The market place was far from the village. The merchant used to load the mule with heavy bundles. The mule grew very tired of carrying heavy loads.
One day while going to market, the mule stumbled and fell down in the stream. The entire load got wet. The merchant helped the mule to get up and walk. But the mule felt the load very light and reached the market easily.
The load was actually bundles of salt. As the mule tripped into the stream, the salt had melted in water. Now the mule’ got the idea. Everyday the mule stumbled in the stream on its way to the market to reduce the burden.
“I know that you are playing trick with me”, said the merchant, “I must teach you a good lesson.” Next day, he loaded the mule with jute bags and coir mats. The mule as usual stumbled in the stream on its way.
Alas! instead of reducing the burden grew heavier. The jute bags and coir ropes had soaked from the stream. The poor mule had to carry much more heavy burden to the market.
Moral: Insincerity to work begets loss.
One day while going to market, the mule stumbled and fell down in the stream. The entire load got wet. The merchant helped the mule to get up and walk. But the mule felt the load very light and reached the market easily.
The load was actually bundles of salt. As the mule tripped into the stream, the salt had melted in water. Now the mule’ got the idea. Everyday the mule stumbled in the stream on its way to the market to reduce the burden.
“I know that you are playing trick with me”, said the merchant, “I must teach you a good lesson.” Next day, he loaded the mule with jute bags and coir mats. The mule as usual stumbled in the stream on its way.
Alas! instead of reducing the burden grew heavier. The jute bags and coir ropes had soaked from the stream. The poor mule had to carry much more heavy burden to the market.
Moral: Insincerity to work begets loss.
Sunday 23 June 2019
The Fox and The Goat
One hot day a Fox, feeling very thirsty, went out in search of water. He came to a well but, unfortunately, dropped into it. The well was deep and the walls were steep and high. The fox tried to get out, but could not do so; He looked up and saw a Goat peeping over the edge of the well.
“Hallo Mr. Fox,” said the Goat, “what are you doing there? Come out and let us play together.”
“I am drinking water here,” said the Fox, “It is so sweet and cool Come, my friend, and have a refreshing drink.”
At this the foolish Goat leapt into the well. The sly fox was too clever to miss the opportunity. He put his feet on the goat’s long horns and climbed up to the edge of the hill. He then said to the Goat, “If you had half as lunch brains as you have beard, you would have looked before you leaped.”
Moral: Look before you leap.
“Hallo Mr. Fox,” said the Goat, “what are you doing there? Come out and let us play together.”
“I am drinking water here,” said the Fox, “It is so sweet and cool Come, my friend, and have a refreshing drink.”
At this the foolish Goat leapt into the well. The sly fox was too clever to miss the opportunity. He put his feet on the goat’s long horns and climbed up to the edge of the hill. He then said to the Goat, “If you had half as lunch brains as you have beard, you would have looked before you leaped.”
Moral: Look before you leap.
Friday 17 May 2019
The Wolf and The Lamb
One hot day a thirsty wolf went to a stream for a drink. There he saw a sweet little lamb standing on the bank before him and drinking.
“That’s a nice fat lamb,” thought the wolf, “she will give me a good meal.” Seeking an excuse for killing the lamb, the wolf began to pick a quarrel.
“How dare you spoil the water from which I am drinking ” the wolf asked. “Can’t you see that I have come to drink here?”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said the little Jamb, “the water is running down from you to mc. How can I then make it dirty for you ”
"Well then,” said the wolf, “why did you call me bad names last year?”
“Oh, sir,” said the poor lamb, “a year ago was not born.”
Then the wolf into a rage and Said, “Oh, you sheep are all the same.
don’t care, I am very hungry. I must have food.” So saying, the wolf seized the poor lamb and ate her up.
Moral: Evil-doers always find excuses.
“That’s a nice fat lamb,” thought the wolf, “she will give me a good meal.” Seeking an excuse for killing the lamb, the wolf began to pick a quarrel.
“How dare you spoil the water from which I am drinking ” the wolf asked. “Can’t you see that I have come to drink here?”
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said the little Jamb, “the water is running down from you to mc. How can I then make it dirty for you ”
"Well then,” said the wolf, “why did you call me bad names last year?”
“Oh, sir,” said the poor lamb, “a year ago was not born.”
Then the wolf into a rage and Said, “Oh, you sheep are all the same.
don’t care, I am very hungry. I must have food.” So saying, the wolf seized the poor lamb and ate her up.
Moral: Evil-doers always find excuses.
Monday 8 April 2019
The Ant and the Grasshopper
In a sunny field an ant and a grasshopper lived close to each other. The ant worked hard all through the summer and filled her nest with food for the winter. But the grasshopper was jolly, but lazy. She kept singing ill the summer long.
The cold days of winter came. The grasshopper could not go out into the fields. So she had nothing to eat. She then went to the aunt’s house to borrow a little grain. “Kindly lend me a little grain,” he said to the ant. “if you don’t, I shall die of hunger.”
“What were you doing in summer?“ asked the ant. “I worked hard to store my grains for the winter.”
“Oh,” said the grasshopper, “I was not then idle. I made music for the bees and sang.”
“Well, you have sung all the summer time,” said the ant, “now you may dance all the winter.”
The poor grasshopper came away with a heavy heart only to starve.
Moral: One should lay by something against the rainy day.
The cold days of winter came. The grasshopper could not go out into the fields. So she had nothing to eat. She then went to the aunt’s house to borrow a little grain. “Kindly lend me a little grain,” he said to the ant. “if you don’t, I shall die of hunger.”
“What were you doing in summer?“ asked the ant. “I worked hard to store my grains for the winter.”
“Oh,” said the grasshopper, “I was not then idle. I made music for the bees and sang.”
“Well, you have sung all the summer time,” said the ant, “now you may dance all the winter.”
The poor grasshopper came away with a heavy heart only to starve.
Moral: One should lay by something against the rainy day.
Monday 4 March 2019
The Hare and The Tortoise
One day a hare met a tortoise and made fun of his short legs and slow pace: “You are very slow, Mr. Tortoise,” said the hare. “Why don’t you hurry up?”
“I may be slow,” said the tortoise, “but I can beat you in a race.” The hare was quite sure of a win. “Come on,” said the hare, “you shall soon see what my feet are made of.”
A fox was made the judge. He fixed posts to mark out the race course. He asked the runners to be ready, and said, “One, — two, — three, — go.”
The hare went on like an arrow and was soon out of sight. The poor tortoise was left far behind,
“What a fool I am” said the hare to himself, “I will lie down and have a little nap.” So he lay down by the side of the road and the gentle cool wind soon lulled him to sleep. But the tortoise plodded on without stopping even for a moment. He passed the sleeping hare and reached the goal. The hare woke up and ran as fast as he could. He reached the goal only to see that the tortoise had got it before him. The proud hare was thus beaten.
Moral: The slow but steady wins the race.
“I may be slow,” said the tortoise, “but I can beat you in a race.” The hare was quite sure of a win. “Come on,” said the hare, “you shall soon see what my feet are made of.”
A fox was made the judge. He fixed posts to mark out the race course. He asked the runners to be ready, and said, “One, — two, — three, — go.”
The hare went on like an arrow and was soon out of sight. The poor tortoise was left far behind,
“What a fool I am” said the hare to himself, “I will lie down and have a little nap.” So he lay down by the side of the road and the gentle cool wind soon lulled him to sleep. But the tortoise plodded on without stopping even for a moment. He passed the sleeping hare and reached the goal. The hare woke up and ran as fast as he could. He reached the goal only to see that the tortoise had got it before him. The proud hare was thus beaten.
Moral: The slow but steady wins the race.
Tuesday 22 January 2019
The Fox and The Oat
Once a fox made friends with a cat in a wood. They spoke of the ways and ’means of fighting against men and dogs.
The fox was very proud of his cleverness. “I have no fear,” said the fox. “With my hundred tricks I can easily save my life from the attacks of men and dogs. But what’s about you Miss Puss? Alas! You are so tiny and meek. How would you save your life if they come on you?”
“Alas!” said the cat, “I have but one plan for safety, and if that fails me, I am lost.”
Just then a hunter with a pack of hounds rushed to the spot in full cry. The cat at once ran up to the nearest tree where she was safe from all harm.
But the vain fox was in a great fix. He began o run as fast as he could. But the hounds hotly pursued him. Very soon they caught the fox and tore him to pieces.
Moral : Pride must have a fail.
The fox was very proud of his cleverness. “I have no fear,” said the fox. “With my hundred tricks I can easily save my life from the attacks of men and dogs. But what’s about you Miss Puss? Alas! You are so tiny and meek. How would you save your life if they come on you?”
“Alas!” said the cat, “I have but one plan for safety, and if that fails me, I am lost.”
Just then a hunter with a pack of hounds rushed to the spot in full cry. The cat at once ran up to the nearest tree where she was safe from all harm.
But the vain fox was in a great fix. He began o run as fast as he could. But the hounds hotly pursued him. Very soon they caught the fox and tore him to pieces.
Moral : Pride must have a fail.
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