Verbal Abuse 1 Vol 2
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Title: Verbal Abuse I, Vol II
Author: Silent Poet
Story 2:
A Thief hired a room in a tavern and stayed a while in the hope of stealing something which should enable him to pay his reckoning.
When he had waited some days in vain, he saw the Innkeeper dressed in a new and handsome coat and sitting before his door.
The Thief sat down beside him and talked with him. As the conversation began to flag, the Thief yawned terribly and at the same time howled like a wolf.
The Innkeeper said, "Why do you howl so fearfully?' "I will tell you," said the Thief, "but first let me ask you to hold my clothes, or I shall tear them to pieces.
I know not, sir, when I got this habit of yawning, nor whether these attacks of howling were inflicted on me as a judgment for my crimes, or for any other cause; but this I do know, that when I yawn for the third time, I actually turn into a wolf and attack men." With this speech he commenced a second fit of yawning and again howled like a wolf, as he had at first.
The Innkeeper hearing his his tale and believing what he said, became greatly alarmed and, rising from his seat, attempted to run away.
The Thief laid hold of his coat and entreated him to stop, saying, "Pray wait, sir, and hold my clothes, or I shall tear them to pieces in my fury, when I turn into a wolf."
At the same moment he yawned the third time and set up a terrible howl. The Innkeeper, frightened lest he should be attacked, left his new coat in the Thief's hand and ran as fast as he could into the inn for safety.
The Thief made off with the coat and did not return again to the inn.
Every tale is not to be believed.
Story 3:
A man had two dogs: a Hound, trained to assist him in his sports, and a Housedog, taught to watch the house.
When he returned home after a good day's sport, he always gave the Housedog a large share of his spoil. The Hound, feeling much aggrieved at this, reproached his companion, saying, "It is very hard to have all this labor, while you, who do not assist in the chase, luxuriate on the fruits of my exertions."
The Housedog replied, "Do not blame me, my friend, but find fault with the master, who has not taught me to labor, but to depend for subsistence on the labor of others."
Children are not to be blamed for the faults of their parents.
Story 4:
A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden, and the Amaranth said to her neighbor, "How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent! No wonder you are such a universal favorite."
But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice, "Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time: my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die. But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut; for they are everlasting."
"Greatness carries its own penalties."
This last one Tai wrote especially for the twins.
Story 4:
Owly started asking questions when he was two years old.
He would sit all night with his mother under the stars.
"How many stars are in the sky?" he asked one night.
"Many," answered his mother.
"How many?" asked Owly, looking up.
His mother smiled. "Count them."
"One, two, three, four..."
"One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four..."
Owly was still counting when the sun came up.
"One thousand and one, one thousand and two..."
"How many stars are in the sky?" asked his mother.
"More than I can count," said Owly, blinking. And he tucked his head under his wing and went to sleep.
The next night Owly looked up at the sky again.
"How high is the sky?" he asked his mother.
"Very high," she said, looking up.
"How high?" asked Owly.
"Go and see," said his mother.
So Owly flew up into the sky.
He flew high above his tree.
He flew to the clouds.
He flapped his winds very hard.
He flew above the clouds.
But as high as he could fly, the sky was always higher.
In the morning when he landed on the tree, he was very tired.
"How high is the sky?" asked his mother.
"Higher than I can fly," said Owly, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
The next night Owly heard the sound of the waves in the ocean.
"How many waves are there in the ocean?" he asked his mother.
"Many waves," she answered.
"How many?" asked Owly.
"Go and count them." she replied.
So Owly flew to the shore.
He stood on the beach and counted the waves. "One, two, three, four..."
But as many as he could count, many more followed.
"One thousand and one, one thousand and two..."
And when the sun came up, he saw that there was still an ocean full of waves.
So, sleepily, he returned to his mother.
"How Many waves are in the ocean?" she asked.
"More than I can count," answered Owly, closing his eyes.
The next night Owly asked his mother, "How deep is the ocean?"
"Very deep," she answered.
"How deep?" asked Owly.
His mother looked out at the sky.
"Almost as deep as the sky is high," she said.
Owly looked up. He sat there all night thinking about the sky, and the stars, and the waves, and the ocean, and all he had learned from his mother.
And as the sun came up he turned to her and said, "I love you."
"How much?" asked his mother.
"Very much," answered Owly.
"How much?" she asked. Owly thought for a minute and then gave her a hug.
"I love you as much as the sky is high and the ocean is deep."
She put her wing around him and gave him a hug.
"Do you have any more hugs to give me?" asked Owly.
"Many more." His mother hugged him again.
"How many more?" asked Owly, falling asleep.
"As many as there are waves in the ocean and stars in the sky."
And she did.