tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30472745653309175632011-10-29T18:49:03.440+01:00Legends & Folk Tales / Leyendas & Cuentos PopularesCuentos y leyendas populares de todo el mundo.
Folk Tales and legends from all the world.
Send your folk tales and legends to / Si quieres puedes enviar tus cuentos populares y leyendas a: imarigorta[AT]gmail.comImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.comBlogger1621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-4005778239225774432010-12-08T18:49:00.000+01:002010-12-08T18:50:29.113+01:00AtarrabiMari tuvo dos hijos de su relación con el genio Maju, uno bueno y otro malo. El bueno recibió el nombre de Atarrabi, y el malo el de Mikelats.Atarrabi y su su hermano menor, Mikelats, estudiaron en una caverna del diablo, quien le enseñó una extensa cultura. Existía una condición de que, una vez concluidos sus estudios, uno de los hermanos debía quedarse para siempre en aquel lugar tenebroso. Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-38355760503008951812010-10-03T19:25:00.001+01:002010-10-03T19:29:05.899+01:00How Coyote Stole FireLong ago, when man was newly come into the world, there were days when he was the happiest creature of all. Those were the days when spring brushed across the willow tails, or when his children ripened with the blueberries in the sun of summer, or when the goldenrod bloomed in the autumn haze.But always the mists of autumn evenings grew more chill, and the sun's strokes grew shorter. Then man sawImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-79543841957287754022010-09-12T19:13:00.001+01:002010-09-12T19:14:28.794+01:00The frog princess (2nd version)In days gone by there was a King who had three sons. When his sons came of age the King called them to him and said, "My dear lads, I want you to get married so that I may see your little ones, my grand-children, before I die."And his sons replied, "Very well, Father, give us your blessing. Who do you want us to marry?""Each of you must take an arrow, go out into the green meadow and shoot it. Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-37363315292670704222010-07-18T15:26:00.002+01:002010-07-18T16:15:28.035+01:00El lobo, el oso y el zorroEstaban roturando la tierra un lobo, un oso y un zorro. Llegó el mediodía y el zorro fue a preparar la comida. La comida la hizo a base de un cuenco de cuajada que había robado en la cabaña de un pastor. Pero le pareció muy apetitosa, y no pudo evitar la tentación de probarla. Y así, primero comió un poquito y después otro poquito hasta comerse más de la mitad del cuenco. Entonces se le Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-38521824581995359442010-06-27T18:39:00.002+01:002010-06-27T18:53:44.736+01:00Father of Indian CornIn the long, long ago, a poor Ojibwa Indian lived with his wife and children in a remote part of the present state of Wisconsin. Because he was such a poorhunter, he was not very expert in providing food and supplies for his family.His children were too young to give him much help. But he was a good man with a kind and contented disposition. He always was thankful to Chief of the SkySpirits for Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-5244232823316837182010-06-20T20:29:00.000+01:002010-06-20T20:32:37.951+01:00The magic bowlsA man was poor, and his wife nagged him every day for being such a lazy good-for-nothing. The poor fellow would listen to all her abuse patiently, slip out of the house whenever he could, and stay out till it felt safe to come home.One day, her anger boiled over. She scraped together whatever stale food remained in her pots, tied it up in a dirty cloth, thrust it into his hand, and sent him Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-22708043719417407732010-06-13T19:49:00.000+01:002010-06-13T19:50:07.896+01:00La Grulla AgradecidaErase una vez un joven que vivía solo en una casita al lado del bosque. Regresaba a casa un día de invierno en el que había caído bastante nieve, cuando oyó un ruido extraño. Se encaminó hacia el lugar, un campo lejano, de donde procedía el sonido, y allí descubrió una grulla tumbada sobre la nieve llorando de dolor. tenía una flecha clavada en el ala. El joven se la quitó con mucho cuidado y la Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-15923545834887816222010-05-30T17:54:00.000+01:002010-05-30T18:00:55.637+01:00Flodden FieldKing Jamie hath made a vow,Keepe it well if he mayThat he will be at lovely LondonUpon Saint James, his day.'Upon Saint James his day at noone,At faire London will I be,And all the lords in merrie Scotland,They shall dine there with me.'Then bespake good Queene Margaret,The teares fell from her eye:'Leave off these warres, most noble king,Keepe your fidelitie.The water runnes swift and wondrous Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-12207499158517510222010-05-09T18:48:00.002+01:002010-05-09T19:07:48.466+01:00BeñardoErase, una vez, un matrimonio con dos hijos: Catalina y Berñardo. Ambos acudían a la escuela. Un día, les prometió su madre que iba a dejar en el armario una taza de leche para el primero que volviera de la escuela. El primero en llegar fue Bernardo. Abrió la puerta del armario pero no encontró la leche. Corrió en busca de su madre: - Madre, la leche no está en el armario.- Sí que está, BernardoImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-37327961768016381272010-05-02T16:08:00.000+01:002010-05-02T16:09:07.192+01:00Stanhope FaeriesFaerie folk come in a great variety of shapes and sizes, from smallest of wood elves to the tallest of giants. The word `faerie' simply means magical or strange, and so all manner of creatures -- both bad and good -- came to be known by that name. One such group, known chiefly for their wickedness, lived near Stanhope in Weardale.One spring morning, a little girl from the village was gathering upImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-24781201659608592952010-04-11T15:18:00.000+01:002010-04-11T15:34:59.464+01:00Swift-Runner and Trickster TarantulaIn the long ago time there was only one Tarantula on earth. He was as large as a man, and lived in a cave near where two broad columns of rock stand at the base of Thunder Mountain. Every morning Tarantula would sit in the door of his den to await the sound of horn bells which signalled the approach of a young Zuni who always came running by at sunrise. The young man wore exceedingly beautiful Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-37665948789896963042010-03-28T15:24:00.001+01:002010-03-28T15:41:45.549+01:00The Origin of LightIn the early times, there was only darkness; there was no light at all. At the edge of the sea a woman lived with her father. One time she went out to get some water. As she was scraping the snow, she saw a feather floating toward her. She opened her mouth and the feather floated in and she swallowed it. From that time she was pregnant.Then she had a baby. It's mouth was a raven's bill. The womanImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-12924344721860428762010-03-14T18:23:00.000+01:002010-03-14T18:24:33.760+01:00The PloughmanWhen air was clean and water pure, there lived in the Northlands all manner of faerie folk, some good and some evil. Something they all shared, however, was a distrust of humans, and they made every effort to keep themselves out of sight. Nowadays, they have either perfected the art, or have gone altogether. Whichever is true, they are, for the most part, remembered with fondness, like this Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-86659856528688756842010-03-07T18:45:00.000+01:002010-03-07T18:50:30.527+01:00The Magic ArrowsThere was once a young man who wanted to go on a journey. His mother provided him with sacks of dried meat and pairs of moccasins, but his father said to him:"Here, my son, are four magic arrows. When you are in need, shoot one of them!"The young man went forth alone, and hunted in the forest for many days. Usually he was successful, but a day came when he was hungry and could not find meat. ThenImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-22224033788963082642010-02-28T21:27:00.000+01:002010-02-28T21:39:07.967+01:00La Nuera MalqueridaEn cierta ocasión, vivía un matrimonio joven en compañía de la madre del marido. Un día, el marido se ausentó de casa para hacer un largo viaje a un país muy remoto. En casa se quedaron, por tanto, la suegra y la nuera. Apenas habían pasado unos días desde la despedida, cuando la nuera dio a luz dos criaturas: un niño y una niña. La suegra odiaba a muerte a la nuera y no podía ni verla. Así se Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-17196122227075476002010-02-13T19:48:00.002+01:002010-02-13T19:54:02.024+01:00King Cormac's CupKing Cormac had faults. They were not what would be faults in you or me, but they were faults in a King. In the first place, he believed every tale that was told him. In the second place, he would give anything he had for anything that was brought to him. And in the third place, he governed his men of lore and learning so slackly that they neither did things nor explained things. The first of hisImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-11279554319477672802010-01-24T21:38:00.001+01:002010-03-28T15:42:07.284+01:00The HummingbirdNot far from Rainbow Cave on the Sacred Mountain in what is now New Mexico, Hummingbird Hoya lived with his beloved grandmother long ago. "I think I will go to Kiakima to see what their clansmen are doing," Hoya said one day to his beloved grandmother. Because he was so small and wanted to be sure that people could see him, Hoya dressed himself in his colourful hummingbird coat and flew far away.Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-59468829677659207162010-01-17T19:39:00.000+01:002010-01-17T21:58:52.428+01:00Los seis Jizõs y los sombreros de pajaEsta es la historia de un matrimonio de ancianos muy pobres, que intentaban ganarse la vida haciendo sombreros de paja. Al llegar la nochevieja de aquel año no tenían dinero para comprar las bolitas de arroz con las que se celebra el Año Nuevo, así que el anciano tomo la decisión de ir al pueblo a intentar vender unos sombreros de paja. Cogió cinco sombreros, se los echó a la espalda, y comenzó aImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-41241898332494449152010-01-03T18:15:00.000+01:002010-01-03T19:33:14.512+01:00La montaña crujienteErase una vez dos ancianos que vivían solos en una pequeña casa. Cada día el anciano se iba a trabajar en el campo, y mientras sembraba arroz cantaba: "Un grano, y de él miles." Todos los días aparecía también un tejón, después del anciano, que cantaba: "Un grano y uno solo. Y todos me los comeré." Y cuando el anciano volvía al campo el día siguiente, veía con tristeza que no quedaba ni un solo Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-58315816744486832302009-12-20T19:07:00.000+01:002009-12-20T19:08:05.674+01:00Sugaar, la serpiente machoLos protagonistas del relato son dos hermanos pastores, que junto con tres hermanas y sus padres, vivían en la casa Iturriondobetia, en el barrio de Bargondia, de la población vizcaína de Dima. Cierto día que los hermanos andaban agrupando el ganado, parte del cual se había colado en la cueva de Baltzola, encontraron en ella una gran culebra. El menor de los hermanos comenzó a tirarle piedras y Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-82036176949669709612009-12-05T19:21:00.000+01:002009-12-05T19:22:36.308+01:00The cook's taleExcerpt from "The Canterbury Tales"THE COOK'S PROLOGUEThe cook from London, while the reeve yet spoke,Patted his back with pleasure at the joke."Ha, ha!" laughed he, "by Christ's great suffering,This miller had a mighty sharp endingUpon his argument of harbourage!For well says Solomon, in his language,'Bring thou not every man into thine house;'For harbouring by night is dangerous.Well ought a Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-70891794566637513082009-11-28T19:55:00.003+01:002009-11-28T20:44:30.331+01:00El banquete de la marquesa de FalcesTras la toma de Navarra por el rey Fernando el Católico, este comenzó a destruir todos los castillos del reino.Los Navarros resistieron fuertemente de tal forma que el rey tuvo que desistir de demoler los castillos, hasta que el valeroso y fiero guerrero Hernando del Villar se ofreció a llevar esa tarea a cabo.Hernando se convirtió en el terror de los navarros y no había nada que pudiese resistirImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-37908305943582445852009-11-22T18:21:00.002+01:002009-11-22T18:26:55.297+01:00Snowmaiden (2nd version)Once upon a time, in a land far far away, a peasant woman looked out the window of her cottage to watch the village children play in the snow. She did this often because, although she led a very happy life with her husband, there was still a longing in her heart. The woman and her husband had no children of their own, and their biggest wish was to one day be able to watch their own child play in Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-72133664993644275382009-10-25T20:56:00.003+01:002009-10-25T21:11:47.013+01:00El rey y la mujer virtuosaDe las mil y una noches:Se cuenta que un rey salió disfrazado para observar qué era lo que hacían sus súbditos. Llegó a una gran alquería y entró solo en ella. Tenía mucha sed y se paró ante la puerta de una de las casas y pidió agua. Una mujer hermosa salió con un jarro y se lo entregó. El rey bebió. Al mirar a la mujer quedó prendo de ella y la solicitó. La mujer, que le había reconocido, le Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-68944899808816794192009-10-11T17:15:00.001+01:002010-03-28T15:42:31.400+01:00The legend of the WountieA long time ago, even before the time of the flood, the Cheakamus River provided food for the Squamish people. Each year, at the end of summer, when the salmon came home to spawn, the people would cast their cedar root nets into the water and get enough fish for the winter to come. One day, a man came to fish for food for his family for the winter. He looked into the river and found that many Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-42809609954759431472009-10-04T16:38:00.000+01:002009-10-04T16:39:21.000+01:00The fish and the ringThere was once a very rich and clever baron who lived in the North Riding. He was extremely well versed in those things which delve into the mysteries of life and the fortunes of men. He was famous for casting horoscopes and whenever there was a ball held at his castle, the guests delighted to see him perform. He studied a great deal and was not often wrong."What is in the stars is your fate," HeImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-15034841525453073662009-09-26T19:51:00.001+01:002009-09-26T19:52:50.267+01:00The Fire Bird - "Zhar-Ptitsa"In a far away land a thief was stealing golden apples which had the power of bestowing youth and beauty from Tsar Berendey`s magic Garden. The guards of the Tsar were unable to stop this, for as hard as they tried, the thief always got away. None of the guards could even see this thief. The Tsar was frustrated for he needed the golden apples for himself, as he was married to a very beautiful Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-9789436414782046842009-09-06T18:26:00.001+01:002010-03-28T15:42:43.772+01:00Aztec creation storyIn the beginning of time, the earth crumbled into ashes and all the living people were devoured by the jaguars. And after all the people were devoured, and gone forever, the horrible destruction ended with ferocious earthquakes, as the earth was dying, the sun was dying with it!One thousand years later, the god Quetzacoatl, the god of the Feathered Serpent, awoke to find his beautiful earth Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-32280265814271112412009-08-02T17:22:00.000+01:002009-08-02T17:23:55.600+01:00Falconer - "Sokolnichiy"A falcon hunt was probably the most favored entertainment for the nobility in medieval Russia. This phenomenon of life in the Russian state is reflected by fact that from XIV until the XVII century, the Chief of the Council of Falcon Hunting (known as the "Sokolnichiy Prikaz"), was one of the most important and influential people in the Tsar's court.Retaining such a post was not necessarily the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-50950257620784128042009-07-19T17:43:00.001+01:002009-07-19T17:49:05.309+01:00AlyonushkaOnce upon a time, in a land far far away, a brother and sister walked together down a long road. The sister's name was Alyonushka, and her brother was called Ivanushka. The two had been walking a long time when they came to a cow's hoof filled with water. "May I drink from it sister?" Little Ivanushka asked. "No, or you will turn into a calf." Alyonushka answered. Little Ivanushka was very Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-4477460307632575812009-07-12T17:11:00.002+01:002009-07-12T17:14:04.811+01:00Sugaar, la serpiente machoLos protagonistas del relato son dos hermanos pastores, que junto con tres hermanas y sus padres, vivían en la casa Iturriondobetia, en el barrio de Bargondia, de la población vizcaína de Dima.Cierto día que los hermanos andaban agrupando el ganado, parte del cual se había colado en la cueva de Baltzola, encontraron en ella una gran culebra. El menor de los hermanos comenzó a tirarle piedras y deImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-50647028181497428022009-07-05T17:20:00.000+01:002009-07-05T17:21:48.054+01:00Coyote's SalmonLong ago on the Sanpoil River that flows southward into the Columbia River, Old Man and old Woman lived with their tribe, the Sanpoils. They were so stooped that it appeared they were walking on their knees and their elbows. Their very pretty granddaughter lived with them. One day Coyote came along and saw the old couple with the beautiful girl. Immediately, he decided that he wanted the girl forImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-13953229346714177512009-06-28T17:15:00.002+01:002009-06-28T17:21:44.514+01:00Brawn of BrancepethSome people say the village of Brancepeth was named after the great wild boar that lived in the nearby woods many years ago, `Brawn's path,' though some say it simply means `the path to Brandon,' which is a neighbouring village. No matter which is true, there was indeed a great brawn in the area once, and this is the true story of how it met its end.The men of Brancepeth had tried all the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-79544412887313739412009-06-20T18:11:00.001+01:002009-06-20T18:29:59.277+01:00The bear tricked by foxOne upon a time it was a fox which saw a cart with fish on the road. It was winter and she laid in the middle of the road pretending she was died. The man took the fox and put her in the cart. The fox take advantage of this situation and was throwing as many fish as she could out of the cart then she jumped down and collected all the fish and went to her home.The bear smelling the fish came to Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-60322981280297461512009-06-07T17:46:00.001+01:002009-06-07T17:49:15.464+01:00Hernando, el HalconeroVivía Hernando, el Halconero, junto a la torre de Gartéiz. Era uno de los más diestros cazadores con arte de altanería y estaba reputado así entre todos los compañeros como el más entendido en su oficio.Hernando consiguió enseñar a un halcón, que era su preferido, al que cuidaba con más amor y el que en compensación le traía las mejores piezas, las aves más montesinas, las que más difícilmente Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-28088032384382541642009-05-31T17:20:00.002+01:002009-05-31T17:22:14.549+01:00The Golden CockerelThis tale is set in the land of Tsar Dadon who is looking for a new method to protect his rich kingdom. He offers the reward of the person's choice in return for finding a perfect security system. He is disappointed when he tries several different techniques, but at last an astrologer seems to have the answer. The astrologer gives him a Golden Cockerel which will crow any time that the Kingdom isImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-1477283406095564382009-05-24T18:31:00.003+01:002009-05-24T18:50:46.488+01:00El puente de LedeaEl rey Abderramán tenía que pasar por Navarra de regreso de Francia. El rey don Sancho, al saberlo, envió mensajeros a los valles del Roncal, Salazar, y Aezkoa con la orden de que se reunieran todos los hombres disponibles y salieran al encuentro del ejercito musulman y les presentaran batalla.Los roncaleses y salacenos se dispusieron a cumplir las órdenes del rey Sancho. Sonaron las campanas de Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-14158566630026891432009-05-17T17:55:00.001+01:002009-05-17T18:11:17.916+01:00Rainbow Serpent DreamingA long time ago, in the Dreamtime, before there were men or animals, plants or any other thing, there was the Rainbow Serpent which was the mother of us all.She moved around in the darkness before there was the sun and the moon in the sky, and created mountain ranges, and deep channels where her great body wound its way.Where she thrashed her tail great rifts appeared, and there were great Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-91426655800051080412009-05-10T15:15:00.001+01:002009-05-10T15:38:06.211+01:00Caminando sobre las aguasUn santón estaba meditando a la orilla de un río cuando otro santón quiso impresionarle con los fantásticos poderes que había adquirido gracias a las prácticas ascéticas. Para ello se dirigió el segundo adonde estaba el primero caminando sobre las aguas.Cuando llegó al sitio en el que estaba el primer santón meditando en silencio, le dijo:- ¿Has visto lo que acabo de hacer?- Sí, por supuesto, he Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-74157153558711565442009-05-03T18:30:00.002+01:002009-05-03T18:35:09.173+01:00The Lovers in The StarsThis is the story of the lovers up in the night sky. It is the story of the young Weaving lady who wove all the garments for the gods in heaven and of the Shepherd Boy of the Heavens who tended the gods’ flocks. The Weaving Lady lived and worked on the shore of the River of Heaven. She was the daughter of a god and she was young and pretty but she never left off her weaving to pursue the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-1743952460872909472009-04-26T15:01:00.001+01:002009-04-26T15:03:43.015+01:00The Grey Horse And The Widow's DaughtersThere was once a poor widow who lived in the Highlands with her three daughters. They were all fair to look upon, and indeed the young men admired them; but they had no dowry, so there was no word of them getting married. All the widow had besides her cottage was a yard full of fine kail, which was the principal food of the household. But there was a big grey horse that would come, morning after Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-84338991820921988472009-04-19T17:55:00.003+01:002009-04-19T18:15:32.953+01:00El origen de los PirineosEn los tiempos en los que Hércules andaba por el mundo realizando sus famosos trabajos y librándolo de monstruos, era Túbal el rey de Iberia. Tenía éste una hija de gran belleza llamada Pirine. Llego la fama de la belleza a oídos de Gerión, un monstruo de tres cabezas, que decidió apoderarse de ella y hacerla su esposa. La bella princesa se negó rotundamente a desposarse con Gerión, el cuál, Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-75635765728370866452009-04-14T18:08:00.001+01:002009-04-14T18:11:46.666+01:00The Greyhound and the Green GirlThere was once a King in the Highlands who had a quarrel with a wizard. Now wizards are uncanny people to quarrel with, and if the Queen been alive she would no doubt have persuaded the King to “let sleeping dogs lie," as they say. Instead of which the King called the wizard a scoundrel and declared that he would be revenged on him.How it happened we do not know---whether the wizard killed the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-67927005254276581432009-04-05T18:12:00.002+01:002009-04-05T18:32:02.784+01:00El Hijo DesobedienteEse niño era malcriado y no le obedecía a su madre. Se iba a pasear sin haber comido. No regresaba pronto. Llegaba a las diez u once de la noche. A las diez de la noche estaba triste la madre de tanto esperar a su hijo: ¿Qué haces, hijo? le preguntó su madre. Voy a dormir porque hace rato anocheció y no más te estoy esperando. No haces caso a lo que te digo. Te voy a mandar con tu padrino. No Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-72432695383226612712009-03-29T18:18:00.002+01:002009-03-29T18:25:07.017+01:00La serpiente retadora En cierta ocasión, una serpiente salió de su cueva con ánimo de medir su fuerza con la del hombre. Ya de salida, topó con un raposo. Le preguntó dónde podría encontrar hombres forzudos. El raposo le encaminó hacia una casa donde los ferrones (empleados de una ferrería), que en aquel momento estaban dedicados a su trabajo, podían ofrecerle la prueba de fuerza que buscaba. La serpiente, se Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-69512442928904251122009-03-22T20:11:00.000+01:002009-03-22T20:17:18.036+01:00The Tide at MorphetLong ago, the small town of Morpeth in Northumberland was buzzing with the news of the arrival of Michael Scott, the great magician."The king of Scotland had sent Michael Scott to France to secure a treaty between the two countries," said the mayor of Morpeth to his councillors. "But because he was dressed shabbily, Michael was not allowed into the palace to speak with the king. This was not whatImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-77325013575647563502009-03-15T19:12:00.002+01:002009-03-15T19:17:55.444+01:00The Ji-jaller BagIn the days before the steam engine, and the times before the coal mines cut scars across the North Country, there were pretty villages scattered all around the outskirts of Newcastle.In one of these villages, long long ago, there lived an old hag who was a thief and had robbed the villagers for years. No one could prove that she was responsible for the thefts, but they were fairly sure. In the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-89476500005489785382009-03-08T18:48:00.001+01:002009-03-08T18:58:31.605+01:00El DragónEn las cercanías de un pueblo, en una gran sima, se guarecía un dragón de siete cabezas que tenía atemorizada la comarca; devoraba todo cuando encontraba: hombres, ganados, cualquiere cosa que considerase comestible... El caso concreto es que nadie se atrevía a transitar por aquellos caminos de muerte. Todas las familias del pueblo guardaban luto por causa de aquella bestia feroz.Angustiados los Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-3037458347362378212009-03-01T19:49:00.001+01:002009-03-01T20:26:14.667+01:00AkanidiAkanidi The Bright SunbeamThe Sun has many children: his eldest son Peivalke, the four Winds, the Storm Cloud twins, Lightning, Thunder and Tempest. But most of all the Sun loves his three daughters: Golden Sunshine, Misty Shadow and his youngest daughter Bright Sunbeam.The Sun's daughters live proud and free chasing wild reindeer over the tundra, dancing in woodland glades, flitting like silver fish in Lake Seityavr and Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-64780845353943829662009-02-22T20:27:00.001+01:002009-02-22T20:31:28.324+01:00The RunawaysThere was once a young man who had journeyed a long way from home in search of adventure. One day he came to a strange village on the border of a great wood, but while yet some distance from the lodges, he happened to glance upward. In the boughs of a tree just above his head he saw a light scaffold, and on the scaffold a maiden sitting at her needlework.Instead of boldly entering the village, asImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-5564742599512744372009-02-15T19:42:00.002+01:002009-02-15T20:08:26.816+01:00The Lambton WormLambton Castle is on the banks of the River Wear not far from Durham. Long ago, John, the young heir to Lambton was fishing in the river for trout. Now this seems a very ordinary thing for a boy to do, but he was doing it on a Sunday, which in those times was deemed a very bad thing to do. "Sundays are the Lord's day," a passer-by said to him. "You should be at church, not here fishing!" But the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-73365160154719556282009-02-01T16:30:00.003+01:002009-02-01T16:50:03.297+01:00Fenist the Bright FalconOnce upon a time there lived a peasant. His wife died and left him three daughters. The old man wanted to hire a servant-girl to help about the house, but his youngest daughter Maryushka said:"Don't hire a servant, Father, I shall keep house alone."And so his daughter Maryushka began keeping house, and a fine housekeeper she made. There was nothing she could not do, and all she did she did Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-69970988988802595592009-01-25T20:02:00.002+01:002009-01-25T20:16:26.777+01:00Los dos jorobados y las brujasEn los alrededores de San juan de Pie de Puerto vivía un muchacho que tenía la desgracia de ser jorobado.A causa de este defecto físico era objeto y blanco de bromas de mal gusto y sufría muchas burlas de gente poco caritativas y su carácter se había convertido en tosco y huraño.Nunca esperaba encontrar una mujer que lo quisiera y por esto fue descomunal su sorpresa cuando una de las jóvenes más Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-15563688974789804422009-01-17T20:22:00.002+01:002009-01-17T20:33:00.221+01:00The King of Lochlin's Three DaughtersThere was a King of Lochlin, who had three daughters. One day when they were out for a walk they were carried off by three giants and no one knew where they had gone. The King consulted a story teller and this wise man told him that the giants had taken them under the earth."The only way to reach them," said he, "is to build a ship that will sail on land and sea."So the King sent out a Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-87688212399337822622009-01-10T19:42:00.002+01:002009-01-10T19:49:39.173+01:00Coyote was going along one day, feeling very hungry, when he met up with Skunk. "Hello, brother," Coyote greeted him. "You look hungry and so am I. If I lead the way, will you join me in a trick to get something to eat?" "I will do whatever you propose," said Skunk."A prairie dog village is just over that hill. You go over there and lie down and play dead. I'll come along later and say to the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-59408448927392218332009-01-03T18:49:00.003+01:002009-01-03T19:06:45.876+01:00The kaha birdOnce upon a time there lived an old fisherman. Early in the morning he would go down to the river and sit there fishing all day. And in the evening, when he counted his catch, there never would be more than a fish or two. He sold the fish in the market and bought a little food for himself and his wife. And almost every day they went to bed half hungry.One morning he went down to the river to fishImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-46019552701701051652008-12-28T20:42:00.002+01:002008-12-28T21:13:26.691+01:00The Cauld Lad of HiltonLong ago, at Hylton Hall, near Sunderland, there lived a mischievous brownie whom the servants called the 'Cauld Lad', because he wore no clothes and Hylton Hall was a cold kind of place in those days. This little fellow had a habit of turning the day's work upside down after everyone had gone to bed. The chairs and tables would be thrown on their backs and sides, and the dishes would be taken Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-70602203660155393382008-12-20T18:59:00.002+01:002008-12-20T19:16:03.733+01:00Tsar SaltanOnce upon a time in a far away land Tsar Saltan sat listening to the future plans of three sisters. One of these sisters said that she wanted to give birth to a great warrior, and employ the other two sisters in her charge. Tsar Saltan decided to marry this sister, making the other two sisters become very jealous. These two women decided to do everything they could to make the married sister's Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-35579104565814906672008-12-14T19:05:00.003+01:002008-12-14T19:10:26.519+01:00Sancho MitarraBerta de Maurac era la más hermosa doncella de Gascuña. Todas las mañanas se encontraba con su amado, Nuño Inthalitzna, a orillas del turbio Garoña. Querían casarse y esperaban con impaciencia la llegada del padre de Berta para pedirle el correspondente consentimiento. Tenía miedo el galán de una más que posible oposición, a pesar de los argumentos con que ella trataba de tranquilizarlo. El señorImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-30945630240676616532008-12-08T17:19:00.001+01:002008-12-08T17:21:14.654+01:00The Golden Hair GirlMany, many years ago there was a great magician, Poloza, who was known for as keeper of the Ural mountains' treasures. This magician had hundreds of guards who watched over all his gold, silver, and jewels he had. But living among such valuable possession, he treasured most of all his daughter the Golden Hair Girl, whom Poloza was guarding more than all his material riches.Once upon a time GoldenImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-55020733359794962382008-11-30T16:42:00.002+01:002008-11-30T17:07:14.536+01:00Kotura, Lord of the WindsIn a nomad camp in the wilds of the far North lived an old man with his three daughters. The man was very poor. His tent barely kept out the icy wind and driving snow. And when the frost was keen enough to bite their naked hands and faces, the three daughters huddled together round the fire. As they lay down to sleep at night, their father would rake through the ashes; and then they would shiver Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-21727972779294695742008-11-23T16:06:00.002+01:002008-11-23T16:13:39.822+01:00The Origin of MedicineAt one time, animals and people lived together peaceably and talked with each other. But when mankind began to multiply rapidly, the animals were crowded into forests and deserts.Man began to destroy animals wholesale for their skins and furs, not just for needed food. Animals became angry at such treatment by their former friends, resolving they must punish mankind. The bear tribe met in councilImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-32402619090082561502008-11-16T17:57:00.003+01:002008-11-16T18:21:09.346+01:00Two Coins In A PurseOnce upon a time lived in a little house an old man and an old woman. The old woman had a hen and the old man had a cock.The hen made two eggs everyday and the old woman ate all the eggs but she didn't give the old man any egg.One day he asked from some eggs but the old woman was so gready that she said he must beat his cock because she had also beaten her hen and now she's making eggs. After Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-33700784991253969792008-11-09T18:45:00.001+01:002008-11-09T18:48:37.097+01:00The Legs of the KangarooMany are the legends connected with this unique animal. When it arrived in Australia with its companions on the canoe of the Whale its legs were uniform in length. It walked on all four legs, as a dingo walks. One generation was succeeded by another, and still the Kangaroo browsed on the plains, using his legs in the normal manner.Then came Man the hunter, eager for meat, with threatening Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-83400193059294106422008-10-18T18:34:00.003+01:002008-10-18T18:56:58.143+01:00Prince IainOnce upon a time there was a King and a Queen, and they had one son. But the Queen died, and the King married another wife. The name of the first Queen's son was Iain. He was handsome and a good hunter. No bird could escape his arrow, and he could bring venison home any day he went out hunting.But one day he was unlucky for the first time. He saw no deer, and when he shot an arrow at a Blue Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-87482398380987831182008-10-11T19:01:00.000+01:002008-10-11T19:09:20.371+01:00The Rabbit and The CoyoteThis is a story of Uncle Rabbit and the coyote. The rabbit came to a big rock, and there he deceived the coyote. He was leaning on the rock when the coyote came by."What are you doing, brother?" the coyote asked the rabbit. "Come here quickly, brother, the sky is falling down on top of us. Lean against the rock and hold it up while I go for a stick. We'll prop it up with that," said the rabbit toImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-42357655206392372392008-10-04T19:05:00.002+01:002008-10-04T19:09:47.798+01:00La sentencia de la brujaEn el pueblo de Yurre, en Vizcaya, habitaba una señora muy rica y orgullosa que jamás se había humillado ante nadie, considerándose la más importante del lugar y siendo feliz con que todos se doblegasen ante ella.Cada domingo, lujosamente ataviada, acudía a la misa mayor y se colocaba con gran empaque en la sepultura de su familia esperando a que todo el pueblo la contemplase. Existía en aquella Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-31755711217271259032008-09-27T20:10:00.003+01:002008-09-27T20:26:09.999+01:00The Giant And The Fair Man-Servant(A version of "Jack The Giant Killer")Once upon a time the heir of the King of Eirin shot a raven, and when he saw it Iying dead on the snow he made a vow that he would seek all through the world for a maiden with hair like the raven's wing and cheeks like the raven's blood in the snow.So he travelled east and west, and north and south, looking for this maiden. One day he saw a number of people Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-90240062179972536022008-09-20T18:59:00.000+01:002008-09-20T19:02:49.704+01:00La Tragedia del Zorro Cuentan que, en cierta ocasión, el zorro estaba contemplando cómo descendían los copos de nieve desde el cielo. En esto, se le aproximó el buitre y le preguntó: -¿Qué haces, Lukito? -Estoy observando admirado qué serán estas cosas que bajan desde las alturas. -¿De verdad que no lo sabes? -volvió a preguntar el buitre-¡Plumas de gallina, hombre! Es que hoy celebran una boda muy importante enImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-16242513670028199082008-09-14T19:58:00.003+01:002008-09-14T20:16:37.742+01:00The Princess And The Golden ShoesThere was once a King in the Western Highlands whose Queen died, leaving with him a baby daughter.The Queen had been good and kind and beautiful and the King grieved long and sorely for her; and, indeed, all his subjects in the west country shared his sorrow. But as time went on everyone was agreed that it would be much better for the King as well as for the little Princess that he should take toImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-73844100303715576092008-09-07T19:45:00.001+01:002008-09-07T19:54:11.395+01:00The Scarlet FlowerOnce upon a time in a far away land a merchant was preparing to set out on a long journey. This merchant had three daughters, and he asked all of them what they would like as gifts for themselves when he returned from his voyage. The first daughter requested a golden crown, and the second one wanted a crystal mirror. The third daughter asked only for "the little scarlet flower."The merchant set Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-29569474990641527962008-08-14T16:20:00.002+01:002008-08-14T16:25:14.423+01:00The ComradesMashtinna, the Rabbit, was a handsome young man, and, moreover, of a kind disposition. One day, when he was hunting, he heard a child crying bitterly, and made all haste in the direction of the sound.On the further side of the wood he found one tormenting a baby boy with whips and pinches, laughing heartily meanwhile and humming a mother's lullaby."What do you mean by abusing this innocent child?Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-46902005403375926972008-08-07T16:18:00.002+01:002008-08-07T16:21:08.703+01:00Alcheringa Stories from the DreamtimeBack in the Dreamtime (Alcheringa) all the bird tribes were the same colour, and that was black.One day the Peaceful Dove caught his foot on a sharp prong of wood on a broken off tree branch. The Dove called out piteously for help, and all the other bird tribes heard his cry and came to the place where the Dove lay. The Dove was in great pain and his foot had swollen up. The other birds gathered Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-71071330112376201942008-07-06T17:58:00.001+01:002008-07-06T18:04:10.608+01:00The Raccoon and the Bee-TreeThe Raccoon had been asleep all day in the snug hollow of a tree. The dusk was coming on when he awoke, stretched himself once or twice, and jumping down from the top of the tall, dead stump in which he made his home, set out to look for his supper.In the midst of the woods there was a lake, and all along the lake shore there rang out the alarm cries of the water people as the Raccoon came nearerImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-23832946606356045102008-06-29T18:39:00.000+01:002008-06-29T18:48:32.319+01:00The Black Bull of NorrowayIn Norroway, long ago, there lived a lady, and she had three daughters. The eldest of them said to her mother:"Mother, bake me an bannock [oatcake], and roast me a portion, for I'm going away to seek my fortune."Her mother did so, while her daughter went to an old fortune-teller and asked her what she should do. The fortune-teller told her to look out of the back door to see what she could Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-69900493077961389292008-06-22T20:31:00.002+01:002008-06-22T20:40:53.064+01:00Ochoa de MarmexHubo en Vizcaya dos importantes castillos habitados por dos íntimos amigos.Dueño de uno de ellos era Don Rodrigo de Lamindaro y el otro pertenecía a don Íñigo de Marmex.Ambos concertaron el matrimonio de sus respectivos hijos al nacer la hija del señor de Lamindaro; se llamó Alida y quedó prometida al único hijo de don Íñigo, Ochoa, que contaba por aquel entonces nueve años.Tiempo después, los Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-9817380834853723732008-06-15T19:00:00.000+01:002008-06-15T19:05:45.145+01:00Ankakumikaityn the Nomad WolfOne summer the fox heard that Ankakumikaityn the nomad wolf was courting his neighbor, the elder she-dog. So the wily fox made himself an outfit of wolf's clothing: a grey fur cloak, boots and cap. Then, when the she-dog's brothers were away and she was at home with her younger sister, he called upon her. "I have two herds of fat reindeer," said the fox to the elder sister, as he sipped the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-58432301310310541042008-06-08T18:36:00.002+01:002008-06-08T18:52:04.328+01:00The Shepherd, the Tiger, and the FoxA shepherd brought his sheep into the field to graze, and sat down under a tree to rest. Suddenly a tiger came out of the woods. The shepherd picked up his staff and jumped up. The tiger was just about to spring at the man when he saw the staff and got frightened. He thought it was a gun. They stared at each other, and neither dared to make the first move. At that moment, a fox came running by. Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-41046384146616328502008-05-31T20:20:00.001+01:002008-05-31T20:25:54.294+01:00The witch of Seaton DelavalOne night, long ago, a young man was making his way home along a cart-track that led to Wallsend. The wind was high and he had his cloak wrapped tightly about his shoulders to keep out the bite of the fresh spring air. As he passed a church to his right, he noticed there was a light inside, but he was not overly concerned as people often lit candles at the Lady alter which gave off a dim light Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-30725352892791436002008-05-24T20:14:00.001+01:002008-05-24T20:20:50.839+01:00The Game BoardOnce a man in the town of Nebri carved a beautiful gebeta board for his son. He made it from the wood of an olive tree. When he was finished he showed his son how to play games upon it. The boy was very glad to have such a beautiful thing, and in the morning when he went out with the cattle to the valley where they grazed he took his gebeta board along. Everywhere he went he carried his board Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-68907232426946579332008-05-17T21:12:00.001+01:002008-05-17T21:18:28.311+01:00Wee Little HavroshechkaThere are good people in the world and some who are not so good. There are also people who are shameless in their wickedness. Wee Little Havroshechka had the bad luck to fall in with such as these. She was an orphan and these people took her in and brought her up, only to make her work till she couldn't stand. She wove and spun and did the housework and had to answer for everything. Now the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-65789133613782605672008-05-11T19:12:00.004+01:002008-05-11T19:17:44.154+01:00Nuestra Señora de BalzagaEn Rigoitia, Vizcaya, existía en tiempos remotos un santuario dedicado a la Virgen. El edificio era sumamente reducido y conforme iba creciendo la devoción por Santa María, iban aumentando las dificultades nacidas de la falta de capacidad del santuario. Al mismo tiempo los devotos juzgaban poco rico y suntuoso. Y así se acordó la construcción de un nuevo templo en un lugar alejado de donde se Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-82814689472397102962008-05-11T18:41:00.002+01:002008-05-11T18:57:47.394+01:00Salt in foodOnce upon a time there was an emperor who had three daughters. One day, he asked his daughters how much they loved him. The elder girl said she loved him like honey, but that wasn't true. The middle girl said she loved him like sugar and that was a lie, too. Then, he asked his little daughter how she loved him. She was very sincerely and said that she loved his father like the salt in food. The Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-46130771093389977122008-04-19T20:36:00.000+01:002008-04-19T20:42:40.093+01:00The Wise Little GirlOnce upon a time...in the immense Russian steppe, lay a little village where nearly all the inhabitants bred horses. It was the month of October, when a big livestock market was held yearly in the main town. Two brothers, one rich and the other one poor, set off for market. The rich man rode a stallion, and the poor brother a young mare. At dusk, they stopped beside an empty hut and tethered Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-84738154231310479492008-04-13T18:29:00.002+01:002008-04-13T18:39:05.399+01:00La viajera convertida en piedraCerca de Oyarzun se encuentra la ermita consagrada a los santos Felipe y Santiago. En otros tiempos existía en esa ermita, según cuentan, una bella imagen de Nuestra Señora la Virgen María. Esta imagen tenía en sus manos un rosario que era objeto de singular devoción entre los muchos fieles que a la ermita acudían. Sucedió que una viajera francesa de noble linaje llegó acompañada de un breve peroImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-27355635649494443112008-04-06T19:47:00.001+01:002008-04-06T19:57:07.643+01:00The Frogs And The CraneIn the heart of the woods there lay a cool, green pond. The shores of the pond were set with ranks of tall bulrushes that waved crisply in the wind, and in the shallow bays there were fleets of broad water lily leaves. Among the rushes and reeds and in the quiet water there dwelt a large tribe of Frogs. On every warm night of spring, the voices of the Frogs arose in a cheerful chorus. Some voicesImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-57041346949581905632008-03-30T19:34:00.001+01:002008-03-30T20:07:03.714+01:00The Jaguar and the Little SkunkOnce there was a gentleman jaguar and a lady skunk. Mrs. Skunk had a son, who was baptized by Mr. Jaguar, so Mrs. Skunk became his comadre (godmother). And as Mr. Jaguar had baptized the little skunk, he was Mrs. Skunk's compadre (godfather). Mr. Jaguar decided to go looking for food and came to Mrs. Skunk's house. "Well, compadre, what are you looking for? What have you come here for?" the Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-69365448503378136362008-03-23T21:26:00.001+01:002008-03-23T21:53:26.220+01:00The Lion and the Hare Go HuntingIn Ethiopia the hare, like the jackal and the monkey, is known by all of the other animals for his cleverness. His reputation is widespread through the mountains and the grasslands. Even the largest beasts, such as the lion and the leopard, respect him. It is said that once the lion caught the hare and was about to eat him. "Why does your mouth water so when you look at me?" the hare asked. "Are Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-57047638646374441652008-03-16T20:06:00.002+01:002008-03-16T20:16:26.867+01:00La era de Escorca En Escorca, por el camino de Lluc, se abre una sima en la que de noche se escuchan cantos infernales, trote de caballos, gritos de mujeres y cascabeles repicando.En otro tiempo había en ese mismo lugar una era. Cuando llegaba el mes de agosto se reunían allí los trilladores y trabajaban entre gritos, cantos y risas. Un domingo, por la tarde, se encontraban trillando en la era, sin respetarImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-79103147009916084392008-03-16T19:41:00.002+01:002008-03-16T20:17:34.028+01:00The Jackal's LawsuitLeopard and Jackal went out together to hunt. On the edge of the village where Man lived they captured some game. Leopard captured a goat, but Jackal captured a cow. They drove their prizes home and put them in the field to pasture. Leopard was not happy that Jackal's animal was so much larger than his own. In the night he went again to look at them in the pasture, and he found that Jackal's cow Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-3082771022017759792008-03-09T20:15:00.001+01:002008-03-09T20:27:51.216+01:00El peine de oroLa lamia vasca es vista frecuentemente peinándose sus cabellos con peines de oro -orrazi-. Este objeto valioso las hace deseables a los ojos de los hombres, pues el peine viene a simbolizar en una misma cosa erotismo y ambición. Con el peine la lamia tienta a los humanos, y éstos, caídos en el deseo de apoderarse de la joya, se ven sometidos por el genio, quien les ocasionará diversos infortuniosImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-18644506983352203472008-03-01T20:39:00.001+01:002008-03-01T20:59:30.183+01:00The Falcon And The DuckThe wintry winds had already begun to whistle and the waves to rise when the Drake and his mate gathered their half- grown brood together on the shore of their far northern lake. "Wife," said he, "it is now time to take the children southward, to the Warm Countries which they have never yet seen!" Very early the next morning they get out on their long journey, forming a great "V" against the sky Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-75144763971370907672008-02-24T20:23:00.001+01:002008-02-24T20:33:48.680+01:00Truong Ba and the Butcher's SkinThe Vietnamese belief that every person has an allotted number of days on this earth. To the Vietnamese, the spirit world was as real as the day to day world. Over centuries of superstition, people believed that an individual might carry the spirit of a deceased person. Truong Ba was a master checkers player. He was so good that men from all over the country came to match their skills with Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-49359041445199766302008-02-17T20:13:00.001+01:002008-02-17T20:29:01.443+01:00The Enchanted ToadThere was once a peasant, like many others, who had three sons but his wife had long been dead. When the two elder lads were somewhat grown up they went one day to their father, and begged him to allow them to go from home, and get themselves wives. The peasant answered: "It is not fitting that you go seeking for wives before you have tried your luck in the world. I want to know which of you can Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-899854568681117102008-02-02T21:39:00.000+01:002008-02-02T22:02:54.459+01:00The Tongue-Cut SparrowIn a little house in a little old village in Japan lived a little old man and his little old wife. One morning when the old woman slid open the screens which form the sides of the Japanese houses, she saw on the doorstep a poor little sparrow. She took him up gently and fed him. Then she held him in the bright morning sunshine until the cold dew was dried from his wings. Afterwards, she let him Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-54909300793676837872008-01-27T19:54:00.002+01:002009-05-18T14:46:12.162+01:00Por qué en la luna se ve una sombra humanaEra un hombre muy mentiroso y habilísimo ladrón. No solo engañaba a las buenas gentes, sino que con gran presteza les quitaba lo que podía. Había adquirido la costumbre de salir de noche para poder cometer sus robos, y a los que le preguntaban por qué hacía eso, les contestaba que él iba cuando los demás volvían, y que por eso salía cuando el sol de los gitanos.Pero todos los días algún vecino Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-61672767302528318152008-01-27T19:20:00.000+01:002008-01-27T19:53:52.489+01:00Nuestra Señora del LagoNuestra Señora del Lago es una ermita situada cerca de Caicedo, Álava. al lado de ella hay un lago sobre cuyo origen se cuenta la siguiente tradición. Hace mucho tiempo, en el sitio que hoy ocupa el lago, existía una venta cuyos propietarios se habían enriquecido en pocos años. Un día llegó a la puerta de la venta una mendiga que llevaba un niño de corta edad en los brazos. La mendiga era una Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-21429323972535297802008-01-19T21:10:00.000+01:002008-01-19T21:37:28.577+01:00The Princess and the Glass MountainThere was once a king, who was so devoted to the chase that he knew of no greater pleasure than hunting the beasts of the forest. Early and late he would stay out in the field with hawk and hound, and always had good success. It nevertheless one day happened that he could find no game, though he sought on all sides from early morn. When evening was drawing on, and he was about to return home withImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-57021452535063381352008-01-06T18:59:00.000+01:002008-01-06T19:08:11.335+01:00Princess frogOnce upon a time, in a land far far away, the Tsar decided that it was time for his three sons to get married. He called them together, telling them each to shoot their arrows, and whatever maiden their arrows should hit would be their bride. The eldest son drew back his bow, and shot his arrow, which hit a nobleman's daughter. The middle son then drew his bow, and shot his arrow, which hit a Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-1378914559890617052007-12-31T18:44:00.000+01:002007-12-31T18:59:29.771+01:00Four Girls and a KingA king spent the day sitting on the throne and holding court, but at night he would wander through his capital in disguise looking for adventures. One evening he saw four girls sitting under a tree in a garden, talking very earnestly to each other. He stopped to listen. The first said, "Of all the tastes, the taste of meat is the best." The second said, "I don't agree. There's nothing so good as Immhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.com0