Origin of The Cochlea

Long ago, the snails did not bring her home everywhere ... The first time a snail living in an abandoned bird's nest the parent birds in the trees.
The night was warm and the day was cool because the leaves of trees blocking the sunlight that falls right into the nest where the snails live. But when the summer rains come, the leaves can no longer deter rainwater that falls, .. snails exposed to wet and cold rain.
Then the snails moved into the existing holes in the trunk, if it is hot, the snails are well protected, even if it rains, the snails will not get wet and cold. Looks like I found a suitable home for me, muttered a snail in the liver.
But on a sunny day, there came the woodpecker,, .. tok tok tok ... ... continue woodpecker pecking a tree trunk where the cochlea, the snail became distracted and unable to sleep,
With a heart irritated, snails down from the tree trunk holes and find a place to live next. Snails found a hole in the ground, it seems warm when night comes, thought snails. Snails clean the hole and decided to stay in it, but when night comes, the rats came from all directions damaging dig cochlea. What can I say, slugs leave the pit to find a new home ....

Snail goes on until the beach is full of rocks. Sidelines of the rock could be my house! snails cheered, I can take refuge from the hot sun and rain, there will be no woodpecker would peck this rock, and the rats will not be able to dig a hole to penetrate into this stone.
Snails can rest in peace, but when high tides and rising up into the rocks, snails were swept along with the waves come. Again snails should go find a new home. When walking away from the beach, a snail found an empty shell, the shape is beautiful and very light ....

Due to fatigue and cold, snails into shells, felt warm and comfortable curled up and slept in it.
When morning came, Snail realizes've found the best home for him. This shell is perfect for him. I no longer need to hurry home if it rains, I will not overheat again, no one will bother me, .... I'll bring this home with me wherever I go.

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The Ant and the Grasshopper

In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest.

"Why not come and chat with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of toiling and moiling in that way?"

"I am helping to lay up food for the winter," said the Ant, "and recommend you to do the same."

"Why bother about winter?" said the Grasshopper; "We have got plenty of food at present." But the Ant went on its way and continued its toil.

When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger - while it saw the ants distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew: It is best to prepare for days of need.

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Mouse Deer and the Snail

On one day the deer appear sleepy. His eyes seemed heavy to open. "Aaa .... rrrrgh", the occasional deer seem to evaporate. Since it was quite bright, the deer feel the loss if the waste it. She started walking the forest track to dispel sleepiness. Up on top of a hill, the Kancil shouted arrogantly, "O inhabitants of forests, I am the most intelligent animals, clever and smart in this forest. Nothing can match the intelligence and my intelligence ".

As he puffed out his chest, the Kancil was off and running down the hill. When it reached the river, he met with a snail. "Hi deer!", Greeted the snail. "Why are you shouting? Whether you're happy? ", Asked the snail. "No, I just wanted to inform on all forest-dwelling animal that I am the most intelligent, astute and clever", arrogantly replied the deer.

 "Arrogant once you hare, I'm the smartest animals in the forest", said the Snail. "Poisson ......., where possible" joked Kancil. "To prove it, what if tomorrow morning we race?", Challenged the Snail. "Okay, I accept your challenge", said the Kancil. Eventually they both agreed to hold a race tomorrow morning.

After the Kancil went, the snail soon gather his friends. He asked for help to his friends lined up and hide in the race track, and respond if the deer call.

Finally the awaited day has arrived, deer and slugs were ready to race. "Are you ready for the race run with me", asked the deer. "Of course I have, and I would win," said the snail. Then the deer slug invited to run in advance and called to make sure it is up to where the snail.

 The mouse deer casually walking, and felt confident that he will win. After a few steps, the deer tried to call the snail. "Snail .... Where you been up to?", Cried the deer. "I'm in front of you!", Cried the snail. Mouse deer amazed, and immediately sped up. Then he called the snail again, and the snail replied with the same word. "I was there front of you!"

Finally, the deer ran, but he is calling each of the snails, he always comes up and says if he had been before deer. Sweat streaming down, her legs felt weak and panting breath.

Mouse Deer ran on, until finally he saw the finish line. The face of deer are very excited, because when he called slugs, have no answers anymore. Mouse Deer felt that he was the winner of that race.

To her surprise, the deer, because he saw the snails have been sitting on a rock near the finish line. "Hi deer, why are you so long? I've come from that! ", Cried the snail. With bowed heads, the deer over to the slug and admit defeat. "So do not be arrogant, you are cunning and clever, but you are not the most intelligent and ingenious," said the snail. "Yeah, I'm sorry snails, I would not be arrogant again", said the deer.

 

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Timun Mas

Long time ago, lived an old women named Mbok Sirni. She lived by herself because her husband had long passed away and she had no children. Every day, she prayed so God would give her a child. One night, when she was praying, a giant passed her house and heard her pray. “I can give you a child on one condition,” the giant said to Mbok Sirni, “You must give the child back to me when it is six years old.” Mbok Sirni was so happy; she did not think about the risk of losing the child later and agreed to take the giant’s offer. The giant then gave her a bunch of cucumber seeds. “Plant it around your house.” The giant then left without saying anything else. In the morning, Mbok Sirni planted the seeds. The seeds grew within mere days, and blossomed plentifully.Not longer after that, a big golden cucumber grew from plants. Carefully, Mbok Sirni plucked the golden cucumber and carried it home. With caution and care, she sliced the cucumber. She was very surprised to see a beautiful baby girl inside the cucumber. She then named the baby Timun Emas (it means Golden Cucumber).

Years passed by and Timun Emas has grew to become a lovely and beautiful little girl. She was also smart and kind. Mbok Sirni loved her very much. But she kept thinking about the time the giant would take Timun Emas away from her. One night, Mbok Sirni had a dream. In order to save Timun Emas from the giant, she had to meet the holy man who lived in Mount Gundul. The next morning, Mbok Sirni took leave of Timun Emas to go to Mount Gundul. The holy man then gave her four little bags, each one containing cucumber seeds, needles, salt, and shrimp paste. “Timun Emas can use these to protect herself,” said the holy man to Mbok Sirni.

A few days later, the giant came to see Mbok Sirni about her promise. “Mbok Sirni! Where is Timun Emas?” shouted the giant. “My daughter, take these bag with you. It can save you from the giant. Now, run through the back door,” said Mbok Sirni. But the giant saw Timun Emas running to the woods. The giant was angry. Starved and enraged, he rushed toward Timun Emas. Mbok Sirni tried to stop him, but the giant was unstoppable.

The giant was getting closer and closer, so Timun Emas opened the first bag she got from Mbok Sirni. Inside the bag were cucumber seeds. She threw the seeds, and instantly they grew into large cucumber field. But the giant ate them all, giving him more strength. As the giant was getting close, Timun Emas took the second bag with needles inside and spilled the content behind her. The needles turned into bamboo trees, sharp and thorny. The giant’s body was scratched and bled. “Aaargh, I’ll get you, Timun Emas!” shouted the giant as he tried to get himself out from the bamboo field. He made it and still chasing Timun Emas.

Timun Emas then reached the third bag and spilled the salt inside. The ground which the salt touched turned into a deep sea. The giant almost drown and had to swim to cross the sea. After some time, he managed to get out from the water. Timun Emas saw the giant coming, so she reached for the last bag. She took the shrimp paste and threw it. The shrimp paste became a big swamp of boiling mud. The giant was trapped in the middle of the swamp. The mud slowly but surely drowned him. Helpless, he roared out, “Help! Heeeeelp…!” Then the giant drown and died. Timun Mas then immediately went home. Since then, Timun Emas and Mbok Sirni live happily ever after.***

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The Frog King

In olden times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face. Close by the king’s castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when the day was very warm, the king’s child went out into the forest and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was bored she took a golden ball, and threw it up on high and caught it, and this ball was her favorite plaything.

Now it so happened that on one occasion the princess’s golden ball did not fall into the little hand which she was holding up for it, but on to the ground beyond, and rolled straight into the water. The king’s daughter followed it with her eyes, but it vanished, and the well was deep, so deep that the bottom could not be seen. At this she began to cry, and cried louder and louder, and could not be comforted. And as she thus lamented someone said to her, “What ails you, king’s daughter? You weep so that even a stone would show pity.”

She looked round to the side from whence the voice came, and saw a frog stretching forth its big, ugly head from the water. “Ah, old water-splasher, is it you,” she said, “I am weeping for my golden ball, which has fallen into the well.” “Be quiet, and do not weep,” answered the frog, “I can help you, but what will you give me if I bring your plaything up again?” “Whatever you will have, dear frog,” said she, “My clothes, my pearls and jewels, and even the golden crown which I am wearing.” The frog answered, “I do not care for your clothes, your pearls and jewels, nor for your golden crown, but if you will love me and let me be your companion and play-fellow, and sit by you at your little table, and eat off your little golden plate, and drink out of your little cup, and sleep in your little bed – if you will promise me this I will go down below, and bring you your golden ball up again.”

“Oh yes,” said she, “I promise you all you wish, if you will but bring me my ball back again.” But she thought, “How the silly frog does talk. All he does is to sit in the water with the other frogs, and croak. He can be no companion to any human being.”

But the frog when he had received this promise, put his head into the water and sank down; and in a short while came swimmming up again with the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the grass. The king’s daughter was delighted to see her pretty plaything once more, and picked it up, and ran away with it. “Wait, wait,” said the frog. “Take me with you. I can’t run as you can.” But what did it avail him to scream his croak, croak, after her, as loudly as he could. She did not listen to it, but ran home and soon forgot the poor frog, who was forced to go back into his well again.

The next day when she had seated herself at table with the king and all the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate, something came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble staircase, and when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and cried, “Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me.” She ran to see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the frog in front of it. Then she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again, and was quite frightened. The king saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and said, “My child, what are you so afraid of? Is there perchance a giant outside who wants to carry you away?” “Ah, no,” replied she. “It is no giant but a disgusting frog.”

“What does a frog want with you?” “Ah, dear father, yesterday as I was in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell into the water. And because I cried so, the frog brought it out again for me, and because he so insisted, I promised him he should be my companion, but I never thought he would be able to come out of his water. And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me.”

In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried, “Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me, do you not know what you said to me yesterday by the cool waters of the well. Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me.”

Then said the king, “That which you have promised must you perform. Go and let him in.” She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in and followed her, step by step, to her chair. There he sat and cried, “Lift me up beside you.” She delayed, until at last the king commanded her to do it. Once the frog was on the chair he wanted to be on the table, and when he was on the table he said, “Now, push your little golden plate nearer to me that we may eat together.” She did this, but it was easy to see that she did not do it willingly. The frog enjoyed what he ate, but almost every mouthful she took choked her. At length he said, “I have eaten and am satisfied, now I am tired, carry me into your little room and make your little silken bed ready, and we will both lie down and go to sleep.”

The king’s daughter began to cry, for she was afraid of the cold frog which she did not like to touch, and which was now to sleep in her pretty, clean little bed. But the king grew angry and said, “He who helped you when you were in trouble ought not afterwards to be despised by you.” So she took hold of the frog with two fingers, carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner, but when she was in bed he crept to her and said, “I am tired, I want to sleep as well as you, lift me up or I will tell your father.” At this she was terribly angry, and took him up and threw him with all her might against the wall. “Now, will you be quiet, odious frog,” said she. But when he fell down he was no frog but a king’s son with kind and beautiful eyes. He by her father’s will was now her dear companion and husband. Then he told her how he had been bewitched by a wicked witch, and how no one could have delivered him from the well but herself, and that to-morrow they would go together into his kingdom.

Then they went to sleep, and next morning when the sun awoke them, a carriage came driving up with eight white horses, which had white ostrich feathers on their heads, and were harnessed with golden chains, and behind stood the young king’s servant Faithful Henry. Faithful Henry had been so unhappy when his master was changed into a frog, that he had caused three iron bands to be laid round his heart, lest it should burst with grief and sadness. The carriage was to conduct the young king into his kingdom. Faithful Henry helped them both in, and placed himself behind again, and was full of joy because of this deliverance. And when they had driven a part of the way the king’s son heard a cracking behind him as if something had broken. So he turned round and cried, “Henry, the carriage is breaking.” “No, master, it is not the carriage. It is a band from my heart, which was put there in my great pain when you were a frog and imprisoned in the well.” Again and once again while they were on their way something cracked, and each time the king’s son thought the carriage was breaking, but it was only the bands which were springing from the heart of Faithful Henry because his master was set free and was happy.

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