<?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-2205024268051655283</id><updated>2024-08-27T05:43:34.240-03:00</updated><category term="Fábula"/><category term="Esopo"/><category term="Aesop"/><category term="Leão"/><category term="Rato"/><category term="Bois"/><category term="Cachorro"/><category term="Cão"/><category term="Fazendeiro"/><category term="Fábulas de Esopo"/><category term="Ganância"/><category term="Garça"/><category term="Lobo"/><category term="Tartaruga"/><category term="Touro"/><category term="conto"/><category term="Ajuda"/><category term="Alvoroço"/><category term="Amizade"/><category term="Andorinha"/><category term="Atraso"/><category term="Bat"/><category term="Brigas"/><category term="Carne"/><category term="Carroceiro"/><category term="Carvoeiro"/><category term="Caçador"/><category term="Cegonha"/><category term="Coelho"/><category term="Companhias"/><category term="Cordeiro"/><category term="Corrida"/><category term="Corvo"/><category term="Desejos"/><category term="Enxergar"/><category term="Escorpião"/><category term="Espinheiro"/><category term="Feixe"/><category term="Filhos"/><category term="Flauta"/><category term="Formigas"/><category term="Gafanhoto"/><category term="Galo"/><category term="Gata"/><category term="Grilo"/><category term="Hércules"/><category term="Ingratidão"/><category term="Jóia"/><category term="Lavadeiro"/><category term="Lebre"/><category term="Lento"/><category term="Lion"/><category term="Locusta"/><category term="Macieira"/><category term="Montanha"/><category term="Morcego"/><category term="Mãe"/><category term="O asno a raposa e o leão"/><category term="Olfato"/><category term="Pai"/><category term="Pastor"/><category term="Peixes"/><category term="Pescador"/><category term="Praia"/><category term="Raposa"/><category term="Raposa e as uvas"/><category term="Rata do Campo"/><category term="Romãzeira"/><category term="Sacrifício"/><category term="Sapos"/><category term="Serpente"/><category term="Sombra"/><category term="Toupeira"/><category term="União"/><category term="Urso"/><category term="Valor"/><category term="Varas"/><category term="Vencer"/><category term="Ver"/><category term="Viajante"/><category term="as moscas e o mel"/><category term="asno"/><category term="chocalho"/><category term="dog"/><category term="doninha"/><category term="egoísmo"/><category term="fable"/><category term="fábula do urso e os dois viajantes"/><category term="gigante"/><category term="grilos"/><category term="homem"/><category term="manger"/><category term="medo"/><category term="monstro"/><category term="o urso e os viajantes"/><category term="oxen"/><category term="prazer"/><category term="sino"/><category term="veado"/><category term="Águia"/><title type='text'>Fábulas de Esopo</title><subtitle type='html'>Coletânea em domínio público.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-4434478772340541764</id><published>2021-05-28T22:05:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2021-05-28T22:12:06.552-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raposa e as uvas"/><title type='text'>A Raposa e as Uvas</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Um dia, uma Raposa viu um belo cacho de uvas maduras pendurado em uma parreira que cresceu nos galhos de uma árvore. As uvas parecia que iam explodir de tão suculentas, e a Raposa ficou com a boca cheia d&#39;água só de olhar para o cacho.O cacho estava pendurado em um galho alto e a Raposa teve de saltar para tentar alcançá-lo. No primeiro salto que deu, faltou muito para a Raposa alcançar o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/4434478772340541764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-raposa-e-as-uvas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4434478772340541764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4434478772340541764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-raposa-e-as-uvas.html' title='A Raposa e as Uvas'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0mXEsWtdWz92AhZt8236MDk2eq0gBTvL4HNkOxKAu2Gb3rWRzOD5bLKHrJ7KVe8tepta7yiloY8rzNw1tSqC2RI8RYzekfF3e5KMklsRy7LSPyR76K0egjF55M0Wni4mDZ9_V4v7n1xh/s72-c/2021_05_28_21_25_50_Window.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.1728965</georss:point><georss:box>-51.217080536178841 -78.329146500000007 5.4033871361788464 -8.0166465</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-3305355385131446967</id><published>2021-05-23T18:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2021-05-23T18:00:53.655-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rata do Campo"/><title type='text'>A Rata do Campo e a Rata da Cidade</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Uma Rata da Cidade foi visitar uma parente sua que morava no campo. Para o almoço, a Rata do Campo serviu cachos de trigo, raízes, com um bocado de água fria para beber.A Rata da Cidade comeu quase nada, tirando um pouquinho disso e tiquinho daquilo, deixando bem claro pelo jeito de fazer isso que estava comendo aquela comida simples apenas para não ser rude.Depois da refeição, as amigas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/3305355385131446967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-rata-do-campo-e-rata-da-cidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/3305355385131446967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/3305355385131446967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-rata-do-campo-e-rata-da-cidade.html' title='A Rata do Campo e a Rata da Cidade'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5-fUopHHg0ZTMVk_fCGDxeWIgH8VEQFZXjH9szg9srqWZvj_Zo1-BbD0PH1E3CZdvDA7KLtesJqr3OfpTwBDv0ybnEkGp9-OvMZuuvcRcqYo6c0hf6wGR9d82-RyNR1SwYzkaMgpQdu7/s72-w400-h283-c/Rata+do+campo+e+da+cidade+2.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.1728965</georss:point><georss:box>-51.217080536178841 -78.329146500000007 5.4033871361788464 -8.0166465</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-4472147317098417952</id><published>2021-05-23T17:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2021-05-23T17:28:42.019-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocalho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rato"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sino"/><title type='text'>Um Chocalho na Gata</title><summary type="text">Uma vez, os Ratos convocaram uma reunião para traçar um plano para se livrarem de sua inimiga, a Gata. Eles queriam pelo menos encontrar uma maneira de saber se ela estivesse chegando, para que tivessem tempo de fugir.De fato, algo tinha de ser feito porque, por causa do medo constante de caírem nas garras dela, eles dificilmente saíam de suas tocas, fosse noite ou fosse dia.Eles discutiram </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/4472147317098417952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/um-chocalho-na-gata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4472147317098417952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4472147317098417952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/um-chocalho-na-gata.html' title='Um Chocalho na Gata'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOSKFz0hyrXaXE9Snui5HvkAek0Nbud3voFVls40iyBaVZ7ykrfH9ABbsxixr1e1WKPo2A0kmJym4Grh3XcmgyYL1R7DcyQ51FHEvBXTbw_qhLwSg9HASinUMwFzHbmrrb6pqsc4gopsq/s72-w640-h442-c/Belling-the-Cat---Aesop-Fables.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.1728965</georss:point><georss:box>-51.217080536178841 -78.329146500000007 5.4033871361788464 -8.0166465</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-8226764876103337873</id><published>2021-05-17T20:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2021-05-17T20:58:49.128-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábulas de Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gigante"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monstro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sapos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Touro"/><title type='text'>Os Sapos e o Touro</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Um Touro foi a um banhado de juncos para beber água. Ao pisar pesadamente a água, ele esmagou um jovem Sapo na lama.&amp;nbsp;A velha Sapa não demorou a sentir falta do Sapinho e perguntou aos irmãos e irmãs dele onde ele estava.&quot;Um monstro gigantesco&quot;, disse um deles, &quot;pisou em nosso irmãozinho com seu pé enorme&quot;.&quot;Ele era grande&quot;, disse a velha Sapa, estufando o próprio corpo. &quot;Ele era deste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/8226764876103337873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/os-sapos-e-o-touro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/8226764876103337873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/8226764876103337873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2021/05/os-sapos-e-o-touro.html' title='Os Sapos e o Touro'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lUljpM373JbeHinL323Ou09JFsgm9aoO24WdmSM0lcd0YpL8va4sFuuaIt1RNb9F4lRobHs-k3lmVRM9lBCJ8QhpjwYdX4mxr5PZqFzyKLHIAa6QoxptXblnovAtpSEAgn30Ote_320X/s72-w400-h326-c/The+Frogs+and+the+Ox+-+Aesop+Fables.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.1728965</georss:point><georss:box>-53.927171262953664 -78.329146500000007 8.1134778629536619 -8.0166465</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-246321895981556598</id><published>2018-11-21T11:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2018-11-21T11:31:57.475-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fábula do urso e os dois viajantes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábulas de Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="o urso e os viajantes"/><title type='text'>O Urso e os Dois Viajantes</title><summary type="text">


Dois homens estavam viajando juntos quando, do nada, surgiu um urso no meio do caminho deles. Um dos homens rapidamente trepou em uma árvore e se escondeu entre os galhos. O outro, vendo que seria atacado, se jogou deitado ao chão. Quando o urso se aproximou e o apalpou com o focinho, e o cheirou todo, ele prendeu o fôlego e se fingiu de morto o melhor que pode. O urso logo o deixou, pois ele </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/246321895981556598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2018/11/o-urso-e-os-dois-viajantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/246321895981556598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/246321895981556598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2018/11/o-urso-e-os-dois-viajantes.html' title='O Urso e os Dois Viajantes'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhWIVLiwAFqYxiFd6riEhBPPhoDdxrHmvd_rztMkJhUHKvmA4YUD37ZnQpOYOQdp69wmpB8i1iVSUJzcGYYmpm7P5QPbStCZl1qlk1uEmiZbnG7pZ0yeWIkFBFDYiSIQDjsRNjU4R-vgl/s72-c/Urso_e_os_viajantes.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.172896499999979</georss:point><georss:box>-23.374864199999998 -43.818343499999976 -22.4388292 -42.527449499999982</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-1583707705353577663</id><published>2018-11-19T21:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2018-11-19T21:49:29.695-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bois"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cachorro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="egoísmo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manger"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oxen"/><title type='text'>O Cachorro na Manjedoura</title><summary type="text">


Um cachorro se coloca na manjedoura e, rosnando e latindo, impede que os bois comam o feno colocado ali para eles.

-- Que cachorro egoísta, disse um deles a seus companheiros. Ele mesmo não pode comer feno. Ainda assim, não deixa que o comam aqueles que podem.

Egoísmo e inveja cultivados induzem esforços insanos para impedir a felicidade alheia.






Traduzido por Wisley Vilela
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/1583707705353577663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2018/11/o-cachorro-na-manjedoura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/1583707705353577663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/1583707705353577663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2018/11/o-cachorro-na-manjedoura.html' title='O Cachorro na Manjedoura'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfSsORarEAoIJ9ZYNAyxZRVBzOSsQhkGjk7lO7vAsuK3imFq95HEy-nh4ttF_P7m7ZblD07jYiUiY2AWY2_vdge8iRKUzGweOSAV-KD8T9HChGHz1P4vU4yDiNRhabRE_qtaotHpg69oZ/s72-c/Dog+in+the+Manger.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.172896499999979</georss:point><georss:box>-23.374864199999998 -43.818343499999976 -22.4388292 -42.527449499999982</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-4620725891200356692</id><published>2018-11-18T16:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2018-11-18T16:01:57.422-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desejos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tartaruga"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Águia"/><title type='text'>A Tartaruga e a Águia</title><summary type="text">A Tartaruga, preguiçosamente aquecendo-se ao sol, lamentou para as gaivotas sobre seu duro destino, que ninguém a ensinava a voar. Uma Águia, pairando ali por perto, ouviu os lamentos da Tartaruga e perguntou que recompensa a Tartaruga lhe daria, se ela a erguesse e a fizesse flutuar no ar.&amp;nbsp;

-- Eu lhe darei todas as riquezas do Mar Vermelho, disse a Tartaruga.&amp;nbsp;

-- Então, vou te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/4620725891200356692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2018/11/a-tartaruga-e-aguia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4620725891200356692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4620725891200356692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2018/11/a-tartaruga-e-aguia.html' title='A Tartaruga e a Águia'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMj1w_K_VFHGDVd0r-xZRFBonv7HNRm0r5nsoyzGBbdPkMbki4Y7vSigYoeDB3ihbCIqSEI-kAnwXPEeBR34JflTRpy6uDjCTT6Ox7NWDiIncGjuFstSUEj0_RP24LPdsr843qrUsDsZj/s72-c/Capturar.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.172896499999979</georss:point><georss:box>-23.374864199999998 -43.818343499999976 -22.4388292 -42.527449499999982</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-2789316934985261949</id><published>2016-05-19T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-19T21:00:17.754-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leão"/><title type='text'>O homem e o leão</title><summary type="text">Um homem e um leão viajavam juntos pela floresta. Cada um começou a se gabar de sua própria superioridade em força e coragem.

Enquanto discutiam, eles passaram por uma estátua esculpida na pedra que retratava &quot;um leão estrangulado por um homem&quot;.

O viajante apontou para a estátua e disse: &quot;Veja quão fortes nos somos e como prevalecemos mesmo sobre o rei dos animais&quot;. &amp;nbsp;

O leão respondeu: &quot;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2789316934985261949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2789316934985261949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2016/05/o-homem-e-o-leao.html' title='O homem e o leão'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hXxYTvgLoCrFkBn02xcxzx6icc5OXivmUziKC7XGOuXRWW5LRf4MVGiHU54j0_jGok0k32H5NCw1ozYvJ0eWnmOZbgJPI6zCnr-T9_TciRLx28k7Y-bV55jfaRfOzNbQS9PsZwhGZA_w/s72-c/lion.png" height="72" width="72"/><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.172896499999979</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3748742 -43.818343499999976 -22.438819199999998 -42.527449499999982</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-7590339296815868336</id><published>2016-05-17T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-17T14:47:06.979-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="as moscas e o mel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ganância"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prazer"/><title type='text'>As Moscas e o Pote de Mel</title><summary type="text">Muitas Moscas foram atraídas por um pote de mel que tinha sido quebrado em uma despensa. Elas entraram com os pés no mel e comeram vorazmente. Mas os pés delas ficaram tão embebidos de mel que elas não mais puderam voar, nem se descolar do mel, e por isso se sufocaram.

Prestes a morrer, elas exclamaram: &quot;Que criaturas tolas nós somos, porque em troca de um pouco de prazer destruímos a nós mesmas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/7590339296815868336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/7590339296815868336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2016/05/as-moscas-e-o-pote-de-mel.html' title='As Moscas e o Pote de Mel'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.172896499999979</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3748742 -43.818343499999976 -22.438819199999998 -42.527449499999982</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-132031410124159669</id><published>2016-05-17T00:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-17T15:03:22.922-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O asno a raposa e o leão"/><title type='text'>O Asno, a Raposa e a o Leão</title><summary type="text">O Asno e a Raposa, que tinham entrado num acordo de proteção mútua, foram caçar na floresta. Não tinham avançado muito quando se depararam com o Leão. Percebendo o iminente perigo, a Raposa se aproximou do Leão e prometeu que facilitaria a captura do Asno para ele, se tão somente o Leão desse sua palavra de não o machucar.

Então a Raposa garantiu ao Asno que ele nada sofreria e o levou na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/132031410124159669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/132031410124159669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2016/05/o-asnoa-raposa-e-o-leao.html' title='O Asno, a Raposa e a o Leão'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-5100302822241982882</id><published>2016-05-16T23:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2021-05-17T21:02:51.730-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><title type='text'>A fábula: presente duplo</title><summary type="text">
Duplex libelli dos est: quod risum movet,Et quod prudenti vitam consilio monet.

-- PHAEDRUS,&amp;nbsp;Fábulas, I, Prólogo 3.


A fábula é caracterizada por uma narrativa curta com um significado oculto não tanto expresso pela linguagem quanto pela habilidosa representação do mundo humano em personagens do mundo animal. O propósito maior da fábula é o de instruir, inculcar alguma máxima moral ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/5100302822241982882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2016/05/o-papel-da-fabula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/5100302822241982882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/5100302822241982882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2016/05/o-papel-da-fabula.html' title='A fábula: presente duplo'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9068467 -43.172896499999979</georss:point><georss:box>-23.374864199999998 -43.818343499999976 -22.4388292 -42.527449499999982</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-7714920612522946964</id><published>2013-04-01T17:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-01T17:14:44.256-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alvoroço"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Montanha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rato"/><title type='text'>A Montanha em Trabalho</title><summary type="text">





Uma vez uma montanha estava muitíssimo agitada. Gemidos e
sons ruidosos eram ouvidos, e multidões vieram de toda parte para ver o que
estava acontecendo.



Enquanto estavam ajuntadas em ansiosa expectativa de alguma
calamidade terrível, saiu um Rato:



— Não façam tanto alvoroço em torno de nada.





</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/7714920612522946964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-montanha-em-trabalho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/7714920612522946964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/7714920612522946964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-montanha-em-trabalho.html' title='A Montanha em Trabalho'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGRlPYIQunmeczhbzLZEXw0g9IHspJELIrQFCwFkcy2C6PCshwltH3R9gbsGw9BgPzGeOoe0BE4x5ukgYLjQH3tKbMhiGBhaJ6aJPLFBYDa9WLNf_4E6YVJYzvXMGm69diBUkSe02LLJoe/s72-c/Mountain+In+Labour.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, Brazil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.209586899999977</georss:point><georss:box>-23.371548299999997 -43.855033899999974 -22.4355303 -42.564139899999979</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-6592648942209802491</id><published>2013-04-01T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2013-04-01T13:45:56.269-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amizade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andorinha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corvo"/><title type='text'>A Andorinha e o Corvo</title><summary type="text">



 

  
The Swallow and the Crow



The Swaloow and the
  Crow had a contention about their plumage. The Crow put an end to the dispute
  by saying:



— Your feathers are
  all very well in the spring, but mine protect me against the winter.



Fair weather friends
  are not worth much. 



  
A Andorinha e o Corvo



A Andorinha e o Corvo tiveram um desacordo a respeito de suas
  plumagens. O</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/6592648942209802491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-andorinha-e-o-corvo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/6592648942209802491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/6592648942209802491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-andorinha-e-o-corvo.html' title='A Andorinha e o Corvo'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro, Brazil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.209586899999977</georss:point><georss:box>-23.371548299999997 -43.855033899999974 -22.4355303 -42.564139899999979</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-2271802984374771657</id><published>2012-09-11T15:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T16:08:19.009-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fable"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raposa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Urso"/><title type='text'>O Urso e a Raposa</title><summary type="text">

 

  
The Bear
  and the Fox



A Bear
  boasted vey much of his philanthropy, saying that of all animals he was the most tender in his regard for man, for he had such respect
  for him that he would not even touch his dead body.



A Fox
  hearing these words said with a smile to the Bear:

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh! That you would eat the dead and not the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/2271802984374771657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2012/09/o-urso-e-raposa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2271802984374771657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2271802984374771657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2012/09/o-urso-e-raposa.html' title='O Urso e a Raposa'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3Xv62Z6d-FPN2LMrN1gwE3SFjRJhXoeptNeCLEC1EGLgGo49mZpS6cXlazIk0jTU2gE34AfXpOmesUWo_KposUskFFZMUfWzw7a210Ct7Se3hI9FQxQVlar-WBnqDvNCN2uuThlwQuVa/s72-c/img_bears_fox.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Del Castilho, Rio de Janeiro - RJ,  Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.8783882 -43.2650817</georss:point><georss:box>-22.8802167 -43.267549200000005 -22.8765597 -43.2626142</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-4835449764788762292</id><published>2012-09-11T15:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T16:11:02.144-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="veado"/><title type='text'>O Veadinho e Sua Mãe</title><summary type="text">



 

  
The Fawn
  and His Mother


A young
  fawn once said to his mother:


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;—&amp;nbsp;You are larger than a dog, and swifter, and more used to running, and
  you have your horns as a defense; why, then, o mother! Do the hounds frighten
  you so?


She
  smiled and said:


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;—&amp;nbsp; I know full well, my son, that all you say is true. I have the advantages you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/4835449764788762292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2012/09/o-veadinho-e-sua-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4835449764788762292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4835449764788762292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2012/09/o-veadinho-e-sua-mae.html' title='O Veadinho e Sua Mãe'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGir7-ByN5HwjciQ1Zk0Km9Pp_KcB-_d17Wvykg1lOVeXpFn4E0TCmwq5t8sY3kOLVHHH4Jw7M7EBN4NcqooyV-7UlNqieit8oUwFwmjAR8jqP4U-h4oZVtQrjvi_cV_X_s7EmgxfDrjz/s72-c/baby-fawn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Maria da Graça, Rio de Janeiro - RJ, 21051-220, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.879575584399227 -43.268795013427734</georss:point><georss:box>-22.886890084399226 -43.278665513427732 -22.872261084399227 -43.258924513427736</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-4322005441615524123</id><published>2011-11-26T18:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T10:14:33.669-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fazendeiro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ingratidão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Serpente"/><title type='text'>O Fazendeiro e a Serpente</title><summary type="text">

Era inverno. Um Fazendeiro encontrou uma Serpente entanguida, dura, de frio.

Ele teve compaixão dela. Tomando-a, colocou-a em seu seio.

A Serpente logo reviveu com o calor e, voltando a seus instintos naturais, mordeu seu benfeitor, causando-lhe uma ferida mortal.

Ó... - disse o Fazendeiro em seu último suspiro - minha justa recompensa por ter piedade de um miserável.

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Nem mesmo a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/4322005441615524123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-fazendeiro-e-serpente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4322005441615524123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4322005441615524123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-fazendeiro-e-serpente.html' title='O Fazendeiro e a Serpente'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh587C3HkgQ2nGuhkTAe0DQ-ePrleUghkjKLbQVsLuqu-1l-VXhehwuswRADu-7lzPy38mzkt8E3xtSr4rUbTItW85nULtAAxOR2tqbxrVqRi-7O8w1hfbaskW9N6IgLDIWhv_YuOiPucA/s72-c/The-Farmer-and-the-Snake.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-6081559285370902004</id><published>2011-11-26T17:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:54:03.918-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cegonha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Companhias"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fazendeiro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Garça"/><title type='text'>O Fazendeiro e a Cegonha</title><summary type="text">


Um Fazendeiro colocou redes em seus campos recém-arados para apanhar algumas Garças que vieram por causa das sementes.

Junto com as Garças ele capturou uma Cegonha que havia quebrado a perna na rede e que seriamente procurava fazer que o Fazendeiro poupasse sua vida.

- Por favor, salve-me senhor -- disse ela -- liberte-me desta vez. Minha perna está quebrada, tenha piedade. Além disso, não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/6081559285370902004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-fazendeiro-e-cegonha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/6081559285370902004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/6081559285370902004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-fazendeiro-e-cegonha.html' title='O Fazendeiro e a Cegonha'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDDrKCOmdKyvJuqYFhHZuyZhNRfUnImMEzHGefXeGlpSr0QmqgGBVln7zZpPRBUyaEpGSA1VbEMrJ0dmxL0ZC6M_Taf_2-R67y4JSEFXiZhFjWuAyf6rT4X4iedX-UxZfxtfN6JZKuyw/s72-c/Stork.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-4749066589675509320</id><published>2011-11-25T09:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:04:29.756-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Espinheiro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Macieira"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romãzeira"/><title type='text'>A Romãzeira, a Macieira e o Espinheiro</title><summary type="text">


A Romãzeira e a Macieira discutiam sobre qual delas era mais bela.

Quando a disputa estava no clímax, um Espinheiro duma cerca vizinha ergueu a voz e disse em jactancioso tom:

- Rogo, queridos amigos, pelo menos em minha presença, parem com essa disputa vã. 

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Aquele que é incapaz de enxergar seus próprios defeitos, talvez jamais consiga ver nos outros beleza. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/4749066589675509320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/romazeira-macieira-e-o-espinheiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4749066589675509320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/4749066589675509320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/romazeira-macieira-e-o-espinheiro.html' title='A Romãzeira, a Macieira e o Espinheiro'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlTwbbFsRRVJWEwFx8jQ8IJVWZc_fOAyvRZetmWi0kh1P9D29VVyJbvIQmPG-L8K2qLMYySO0eaUzbAoVd_ovN4oqrJCvC02n3ZYO9sCf80Ydbm93I03MmCB4YdKznoxkc_9Ma9R3WecZ/s72-c/Pomegranate+fable.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-8699856412917904104</id><published>2011-11-22T21:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:23:32.236-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coelho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corrida"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tartaruga"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vencer"/><title type='text'>O Coelho e a Tartaruga</title><summary type="text">

Certo dia um Coelho zombou das pernas curtas e do passo lento da Tartaruga, que respondeu, sorrindo:

- Embora você seja rápido como o vento, vencerei você numa corrida.

O Coelho, acreditando ser simplesmente impossível a declaração da Tartaruga, aceitou o desafio; concordaram que a Raposa deveria escolher o roteiro e determinar onde seria a chegada.

No dia da corrida, os dois começaram </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/8699856412917904104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-coelho-e-tartaruga.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/8699856412917904104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/8699856412917904104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-coelho-e-tartaruga.html' title='O Coelho e a Tartaruga'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJLcMw9fuk4HUD8GARIAKZ6A8IWqKWIVtAYhLLtZMMQdLYlOZoUaPKVo7kJOHWQbyumhPl7PC_F3pHP9RyV3XKeKx-fRIjRNjMmWyN0Zjn1aCebnCkjbvUBYmzYhUk18qzCHAOWgpRWQ/s72-c/2064.JPEG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-6319703130501150464</id><published>2011-11-22T19:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:02:33.256-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pastor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacrifício"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Touro"/><title type='text'>O Pastor e o Touro Perdido</title><summary type="text">

Um Pastor, que cuidava de seu rebanho em uma floresta, perdeu ali um Novilho da manada.

Depois de longa e infrutífera busca ele prometeu que ofereceria um cordeiro em sacrifício a Hermes, Pan e aos deuses guardiães da floresta, se tão somente pudesse descobrir quem era o ladrão que havia roubado o Novilho.

Não muito depois, tendo subido um pequeno&amp;nbsp; morro, viu ao sopé do monte um Leão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/6319703130501150464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-pastor-e-o-touro-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/6319703130501150464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/6319703130501150464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-pastor-e-o-touro-perdido.html' title='O Pastor e o Touro Perdido'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgplUQddIBJ4mBawjXQKf7FkPAKYE8iSQdi6G6MysV0fLIZOhNhbjDw72LfXECGONIDrJRsU7qASMQm4YrSpBussP5fzwOkItci_Plk5hXd1ZAJPYDWw0yxvtI2KSw3ec6WSr_bebH1qgo/s72-c/herdsman-and-lost-bull.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-5679347240947588187</id><published>2011-11-22T14:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:21:33.092-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enxergar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mãe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olfato"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Toupeira"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ver"/><title type='text'>A Jovem Toupeira e Sua Mãe</title><summary type="text">Uma Toupeira, criatura cega desde o nascimento, certa vez disse para sua Mãe:

- Tenho certeza de que posso ver, Mãe!

Desejosa de provar que a jovem Toupeira estava enganada, sua Mãe colocou diante dela um pouco de incenso e perguntou:

- O que é isto?

A jovem Toupeira disse:

- É um seixo.

Sua Mãe exclamou:

- Minha filha, temo que você não somente seja cega, mas que também tenha perdido seu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/5679347240947588187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/jovem-toupeira-e-sua-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/5679347240947588187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/5679347240947588187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/jovem-toupeira-e-sua-mae.html' title='A Jovem Toupeira e Sua Mãe'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-2740114690914263051</id><published>2011-11-22T13:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T23:57:19.943-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cachorro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Carne"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ganância"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sombra"/><title type='text'>O Cão e a Sombra</title><summary type="text">Um Cachorro que cruzava uma ponte sobre um riacho com um pedaço de carne em sua boca, viu sua própria sombra na água e achou que fosse outro Cachorro com um pedaço de carne duas vezes maior que o seu.

Ele largou imediatamente seu pedaço de carne e ferozmente atacou o outro Cachorro para tomar a carne dele.

Assim, ele perdeu a ambos: o que tentou agarrar na água, porque era sombra; e o seu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2740114690914263051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2740114690914263051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-cachorro-e-sombra.html' title='O Cão e a Sombra'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-2304771874456749491</id><published>2011-11-20T01:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T01:00:00.943-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flauta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peixes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pescador"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Praia"/><title type='text'>O Pescador Flautista</title><summary type="text">Um PESCADOR&amp;nbsp;que sabia música apanhou sua flauta e suas redes e foi para a praia.

Ficando de pé sobre uma rocha que se projetava sobre a água, ele tocou várias melodias na esperança de que os peixes, atraídos pela música, de sua própria vontade dançassem para dentro de sua rede, que ele havia colocado logo abaixo.

Por fim, tendo esperado por longo tempo em vão, ele largou a flauta e, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/2304771874456749491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-pescador-flautista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2304771874456749491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2304771874456749491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-pescador-flautista.html' title='O Pescador Flautista'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-2185047552035946283</id><published>2011-11-20T00:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:00:05.491-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atraso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Viajante"/><title type='text'>O Viajante e Seu Cão</title><summary type="text">Um VIAJANTE,&amp;nbsp;prestes a sair em viagem, viu seu Cão&amp;nbsp;parado na porta se espreguiçando.

O Viajante&amp;nbsp;perguntou rispidamente ao Cão:

- Por que está aí parado e boquiaberto? Já está tudo pronto, menos você, então venha imediatamente.

O Cão, balançando a cauda, respondeu:

- Ó mestre! Eu já estou bem pronto; é por você que estou esperando.

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Aquele que está atrasado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/2185047552035946283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-viajante-e-seu-cao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2185047552035946283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/2185047552035946283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-viajante-e-seu-cao.html' title='O Viajante e Seu Cão'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205024268051655283.post-17993662468755084</id><published>2011-11-19T19:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:20:44.487-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aesop"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esopo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Formigas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fábula"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grilo"/><title type='text'>O Grilo e as Formigas</title><summary type="text">As FORMIGAS&amp;nbsp;gastavam seu belo dia de inverno em secar os grãos colhidos no verão.

Um Grilo&amp;nbsp;que estava perecendo de fome, passou por elas e suplicamentemente pediu que lhe dessem um pouco de comida.

As Formigas&amp;nbsp;perguntaram:

- Por que não juntaste comida durante o verão?

Ele respondeu:

- Não tive tempo suficiente. Passei os dias a cantar.

Elas então disseram, em escárnio:

- Se</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/feeds/17993662468755084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-grilo-e-as-formigas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/17993662468755084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2205024268051655283/posts/default/17993662468755084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esopofabulas.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-grilo-e-as-formigas.html' title='O Grilo e as Formigas'/><author><name>Unknown</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/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-22.9035393 -43.2095869</georss:point><georss:box>-23.3716048 -43.8413009 -22.435473799999997 -42.577872899999996</georss:box></entry></feed>