<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318</id><updated>2026-09-07T12:27:35.506+07:00</updated><category term="frog"/><category term="calf"/><category term="dog"/><category term="fox"/><category term="ox"/><category term="sheep"/><category term="snake"/><category term="wolf"/><title type='text'>Smart Story</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a simple story for smart people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ikzzir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04585225333646770323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwlWM9ff9WjNxuGPVfRF-1ykCtrCD_QDqVYYOugRSsHK7QehVbGnmxsid2vKxSHTe25o6ZMM9Bd_utzV_7A_S5Kvgmj_Rpt82EoYcHzhH2_xS8NQGnD1OkvtVTuLObVQ/s220/QQ-Unsoed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-2134004101601244255</id><published>2011-09-22T12:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:54:51.317+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fox"/><title type='text'>SOUR GARAPES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; hungry fox was once walking by a vineyard. He looked up and saw some bunches of grapes. The grapes were large and black.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Those grapes are nice.” said the fox to himself.&lt;br /&gt;
“I must eat some.”&lt;br /&gt;
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He jumped up to get the grapes but he could not reach them, they were too height. He tried again and again and yet again. But each time he fell back without the grapes.&lt;br /&gt;
At last the fox turned and walked away. As he was going he said to himself:&lt;br /&gt;
“Well, what does it matter? The grapes are sour!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, were the grapes sour! We do not know, and the fox did&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not know. Then why did the fox say that they were sour? He said so because he could not get them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people are like this fox. And so, if we hear some one say that a thing good, when he can not get it. We say it is a matter of “Sour Grapes”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2134004101601244255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/2134004101601244255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/2134004101601244255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/2134004101601244255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/sour-garapes.html' title='SOUR GARAPES'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-3386745395203483291</id><published>2011-09-22T11:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:45:04.492+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calf"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frog"/><title type='text'>Small frogs and Calf</title><content type='html'>In the middle of a vast grassland, there was a pond occupied by dozens of frogs. Among these frogs have a small frog called Kenthus, he was the son of the biggest frogs and strong. Because of such advantages, Kenthus be very proud. He felt if there is no other Frogs win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Kenthus sister has always advise to Kentus not being presumptuous in other friends. But her sister&#39;s advice was never heard. This causes him down from his friends, to Kenthus not have any friends to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, Kenthus practice jumping in the meadow. At that time there is a calf who were playing there. Occasionally, the calf was closer to her mother to suck milk. The calf was overjoyed, he ran occasionally eat fresh grass. Accidentally, veal tongue that extended contact with the body&#39;s Kenthus.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Huh, this creature dared interfere,&quot; said Kenthus with anger while trying to stay away from the calf. Actually, the calf did not intend to pounce. Coincidentally, the same movement Khentus Kenthus causing panicked and jumped immediately to save ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in a hurry, Kenthus up in the pool. Kenthus see that look very tired, his friends seem very surprised. &quot;O Khentus, why are you out of breath, also seems very pale face once,&quot; Ask her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There&#39;s no nothing. I was just anxious time. Look in the middle of the meadow. I am not being what it is, but the creature was very proud. Being is to be swallowed me.&quot; Kenthus said ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister who had just arrived there to explain. &quot;That being the calf. Knowing sister, the calf is not bad. They always used to be released in the meadow this morning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not bad? Why Refractive sister said like that? I almost eat up,&quot; said Kenthus. &quot;Ah, no way. The cattle do not eat frogs or fish, but only grass.&quot; Obviously his sister again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I do not believe sister. Just now, I chased and almost kicked him.&quot; Kenthus slit. &quot;My friends, I was actually able to fight with myself dilate,&quot; says Kenthus with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fight it Kenthus!, You have won,&quot; shouted the children massacred frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Enough Kenthus. You can not beat the ox. Ye dangerous. Stop!&quot; sister said, but Kenthus Kenthus repeatedly ignored her sister&#39;s advice. Kenthus continue to inflate itself, due to encouragement from his friends. In fact, they deliberately want to give lessons on the proud Kenthus it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A little more Kenthus. Go!&quot; That is diteriakkan by Kenthus friends. After abdominal Kenthus very large belly, suddenly fell limp Kenthus. The abdomen was very painful and slow dikempiskannya. Seeing his brother who drowned, and helps Kenthus sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Kenthus not any. He recovered to normal, but his attitude has changed. He was embarrassed and upset with the arrogant attitude.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3386745395203483291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/3386745395203483291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/3386745395203483291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/3386745395203483291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2011/09/small-frogs-and-calf.html' title='Small frogs and Calf'/><author><name>ikzzir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04585225333646770323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwlWM9ff9WjNxuGPVfRF-1ykCtrCD_QDqVYYOugRSsHK7QehVbGnmxsid2vKxSHTe25o6ZMM9Bd_utzV_7A_S5Kvgmj_Rpt82EoYcHzhH2_xS8NQGnD1OkvtVTuLObVQ/s220/QQ-Unsoed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-4624629045716148339</id><published>2008-07-19T23:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:56:16.052+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snake"/><title type='text'>ROPOKAI AND AMBONAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; quiet calm day in the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; village, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Irian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Barat&lt;/span&gt; suddenly heard a loud voice, “Help! Help… My father!” cried a boy as he ran into the village on the bank of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Yeripol&lt;/span&gt; River.&lt;br /&gt;
The people came out of their houses and gathered around the boy. “What happened to your father, boy?” they all asked.&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s….. It’s..... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt;….. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;
“What? &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt;?” There were all frightened when they hear the name. “I’m sorry, boy,” one of the people said, “I don’t think we can do anything for your father…..” The boy was very sad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; was a very big snake that lived in the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Yeripol&lt;/span&gt; River. It came up when it was hungry, and no one knew when it would come. When it did, it ate anything it found, people or animals.&lt;br /&gt;
“Was your father alone?” the people of the village asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;
“No. There were four other people with him.”&lt;br /&gt;
“What happened to them?”&lt;br /&gt;
“They are all dead. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; ate them all. My father tried to swim to the bank, but the last time I saw him &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; was behind him!” The boy cried again.&lt;br /&gt;
“This must stop,” one of the older men said. “Let’s ask &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; to help us.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; was a famous hunter. He was one of the best hunters in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Irian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Barat&lt;/span&gt;. He was bigger, taller and stronger than any other men in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Irian&lt;/span&gt;. All the bad animals in the forest were afraid of him.&lt;br /&gt;
The people of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; decided to ask him to help them. They sent someone to talk to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; agreed to help the people of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
So &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; came to the village. He asked when &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; usually came up, but no one could tell him. He waited and waited, but &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; did not appear. He met one of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; girls, and &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fell in love with her. The girl loved him also, so they got married.&lt;br /&gt;
All of the time that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; was waiting, the people were afraid. So &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; decided to try a plan. One day he called all the village people together and told them to build a very big boat.&lt;br /&gt;
“What for?” the people asked.&lt;br /&gt;
“Because,” &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; explained, “it seems that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to come up yet. I want all of you to leave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; in the boat, and then I’ll kill &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; for you. If you stay here he may hurt some of you before I can kill it. And now is the best time to leave the village. I will stay behind and fight &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_31&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt;. When I have killed the snake you can all return and live in peace.”&lt;br /&gt;
“But what if &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_32&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; kills us when we try to leave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_33&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;
“I told you to build a very big ship that can carry all of you. It’ll be too big for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_34&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt;’s mouth. And if it tries to attack you when you’re getting on the boat, I’ll be there to protect you.”&lt;br /&gt;
While the people of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_35&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; were busy preparing building the boat, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_36&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; and his wife were also busy preparing to fight &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_37&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt;. They cut down a tall tree and made it into a very big club. They also gathered a lot of big stones.&lt;br /&gt;
One day the ship was finished, and all of the people of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_38&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; got on it and left. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_39&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; and his wife stayed behind. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_40&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; did not appear that day.&lt;br /&gt;
Two days after the people of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_41&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; left, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_42&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; was hungry again. It came up, but it saw nobody, nothing! It waited for a while but still nobody came. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_43&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; was very hungry, and now it was angry, too. It left the rifer and crawled into the village.&lt;br /&gt;
“Why is the village so quiet?” &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_44&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; thought.&lt;br /&gt;
“Who are you looking for, wicked one!” &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_45&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; was surprised to hear this. He turned his head and saw &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_46&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt;. The hunter was holding the big club.&lt;br /&gt;
“Aha, there’s someone that I can eat,” &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_47&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; thought. “He’s big, too. Hm, this is really good.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_48&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; crawled quickly toward &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_49&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; and opened his big mouth. The snake was going to attack &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_50&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; when suddenly &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_51&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; threw his club at it. It went into its mouth and stopped there. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_52&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; cried and beat his tail. He could not close his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_53&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; did not wait along. He and his wife, who came to help him, began to throw the stones that they had gathered into &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_54&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt;’s open mouth. Soon the snake could not move his head any more, but his tail still beating about dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;
“Now we’ll pour the hot water on him!” &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_55&quot;&gt;Ambonai&lt;/span&gt; said to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_56&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; struggled for some time, and then he was quiet. The wicked snake was dead.&lt;br /&gt;
When the people of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_57&quot;&gt;Warompen&lt;/span&gt; knew that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_58&quot;&gt;Ropokai&lt;/span&gt; was dead, they were very happy and they returned to their village.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4624629045716148339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/4624629045716148339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/4624629045716148339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/4624629045716148339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/ropokai-and-ambonai.html' title='ROPOKAI AND AMBONAI'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-2672885338474841347</id><published>2008-07-19T23:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:58:09.959+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sheep"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wolf"/><title type='text'>A Wolf in a Sheep’s Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 180%;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nce a hungry wolf caught sight a flock of sheep. He wanted to eat one. But he could not do so, for fear of big dog that was guarding them. At last the thought of a plan to achieve his object. He put on a sheep’s skin and ate it up with great delight. In this way, many sheep were killed, but the dog knew nothing about it.&lt;/div&gt;
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The shepherd found the number of his sheep decreasing day by day. He tried to starch them out, but it was all in vain.&lt;/div&gt;
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One evening, he was driving the flock to the pen. Frightening by something, the sheep began to bleb. The wolf fried to the same. Out he could only howl, and he was discovered at once. The shepherd beat him with a stick and he was killed then and then.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2672885338474841347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/2672885338474841347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/2672885338474841347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/2672885338474841347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/wolf-in-sheeps-clothing.html' title='A Wolf in a Sheep’s Clothing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-7891323475677159109</id><published>2008-07-08T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:20:26.585+07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FOX AND THE VINEYARD</title><content type='html'>A hungry fox went out. He walked along the county roads and came to a vineyard. Of course he wanted to get inside, but he could not so because there was a high wall all round the place. He tried to climb over the wall, but it was too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked round the wall and at one part saw   a hole “Ah “ he thought “Now I can get inside”. He began to push himself through the hole, but he could not get through because his body was too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is only one thing for me to do” he said at last “I must become thinner”. For whole day he did not eat anything and then he tried to get through the hole, but he was still too fat. He ate nothing for another day and still he did not become thin enough. At the end of the third day he found that he could get through the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he was inside the vineyard and could eat the fruit. The grapes were sweet and he ate as many as he could. Then he went back to the hole and tried to get through. But alas! He could not do so, he was now too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor fox! There was only one thing for him to do now. He had to stay in the vineyard with the fine fruit all around him and be hungry for three whole days. At the end of that time he becomes thin enough to get through the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally he was walking away from the vineyard he looked back and said “Oh vineyard! Vineyard! How fine you are and how sweet is your fruit!” &lt;br /&gt;But of what use are you?&lt;br /&gt;“I went in hungry and I came out hungry”.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7891323475677159109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/7891323475677159109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/7891323475677159109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/7891323475677159109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/fox-and-vineyard.html' title='THE FOX AND THE VINEYARD'/><author><name>ikzzir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04585225333646770323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwlWM9ff9WjNxuGPVfRF-1ykCtrCD_QDqVYYOugRSsHK7QehVbGnmxsid2vKxSHTe25o6ZMM9Bd_utzV_7A_S5Kvgmj_Rpt82EoYcHzhH2_xS8NQGnD1OkvtVTuLObVQ/s220/QQ-Unsoed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-7751606424594070389</id><published>2008-07-08T15:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:59:19.005+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog"/><title type='text'>THE FOOLISH DOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; dog once took a large piece of meat from a butcher’s shop. The butcher did not give it to him. He took it him self. He stole it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bad dog ran away with the meat between his teeth. He runs quickly, because he did not want the butcher to catch him and take the meat away from him.&lt;br /&gt;
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On his way he came to a river. He went near it and looked into the water. Of course he saw him self there with the piece of meat in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
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But he didn’t say (know) “that my self in the water”. Oh, no! He said to himself “That is another dog with a nice piece of meat.  I want that meat and I will have it too.”&lt;br /&gt;
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He opened his mouth to take the other piece of meat. Of course, when he did so the piece of meat fell into the river and so instead of two pieces, the foolish dog got done.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7751606424594070389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/7751606424594070389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/7751606424594070389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/7751606424594070389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/foolish-dog.html' title='THE FOOLISH DOG'/><author><name>ikzzir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04585225333646770323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwlWM9ff9WjNxuGPVfRF-1ykCtrCD_QDqVYYOugRSsHK7QehVbGnmxsid2vKxSHTe25o6ZMM9Bd_utzV_7A_S5Kvgmj_Rpt82EoYcHzhH2_xS8NQGnD1OkvtVTuLObVQ/s220/QQ-Unsoed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-7541820611220937432</id><published>2008-07-08T14:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:59:53.171+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ox"/><title type='text'>THE FROG AND THE OX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;n ox was feeding near a pond in a meadow. He almost put his foot on a company of little frogs. This frightened them nearly to death. One of the little frogs hopped home to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;
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“We were sitting near the pond in the meadow” he told her.&lt;br /&gt;
“When a great beast came along. He was big. He almost stepped on us”&lt;br /&gt;
The mother frog said, “How big was he? Was he as big as I am?”&lt;br /&gt;
The little frog replied, “Much Bigger”.&lt;br /&gt;
Then the old frog puffed herself out and asked, “Was the beast as big as this?”&lt;br /&gt;
“Very much larger” said the little frog.&lt;br /&gt;
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The foolish old frog tried again to make her self as big as the ox. She tried so hard that this time she burst.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7541820611220937432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/7541820611220937432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/7541820611220937432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/7541820611220937432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/frog-and-ox.html' title='THE FROG AND THE OX'/><author><name>ikzzir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04585225333646770323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwlWM9ff9WjNxuGPVfRF-1ykCtrCD_QDqVYYOugRSsHK7QehVbGnmxsid2vKxSHTe25o6ZMM9Bd_utzV_7A_S5Kvgmj_Rpt82EoYcHzhH2_xS8NQGnD1OkvtVTuLObVQ/s220/QQ-Unsoed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8616848718167068318.post-2987677198181690275</id><published>2008-07-05T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:39:01.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>story to study</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2987677198181690275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8616848718167068318/2987677198181690275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/2987677198181690275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8616848718167068318/posts/default/2987677198181690275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smart-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>ikzzir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04585225333646770323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwlWM9ff9WjNxuGPVfRF-1ykCtrCD_QDqVYYOugRSsHK7QehVbGnmxsid2vKxSHTe25o6ZMM9Bd_utzV_7A_S5Kvgmj_Rpt82EoYcHzhH2_xS8NQGnD1OkvtVTuLObVQ/s220/QQ-Unsoed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>