Human Story- Another Day at the Fair (CNE)
Human Story- Another Day at the Fair (CNE)
Human Story 1- The Tourists
The Contest of Silence
Meditation was taught to students in this private school as part of their curriculum.
Four close friends challenged by a rival group, undertook to observe twenty four hours of silence. The bet was that if they won they would be absolved from any chores whilst if they lost, they would complete all the chores of the winners for a week. Two impartial students were designated to keep a close eye on all participants.
On the designated day, the groups entered the private chamber of the Library and after getting comfortable begun in earnest and reverent calm, their meditation on the void. Silence prevailed throughout the day; the room was so quiet in fact that you could hear a pin drop. But as darkness encroached and the room grew dim, one of the four stirred, and then before he could stop himself, words just flew from his mouth, ordering the nearby attendant to “Light the blasted oil lamp!”
The closest one to him could not suppress a grumble:” Hush up, you’re not supposed to speak!”
“You two have blown it.” The third one chimed in.
“I’m the only one who has kept quiet.” Unfortunately the fourth one could not refrain from boasting.
The Snake in a Goblet
Once upon a time there was a very powerful Governor, honest but severe. Like so many astute officials, he frowned on idle chatter; however his position required him to at least keep in touch with the local gentry. Even so, he would quite often opt out of the many frivolous social obligations, seeing them as waste of his time. In those infrequent times away from his duties he much preferred solitary hunting trips. He only had one vice, if it could be called that, for he liked collecting finely crafted hunting weapons.
Squire Yoren, who had an inflated sense of himself so common to that class of opulent gentry, could not accept being shunned by the Governor and so, after some coercion, had obtained a reluctantly proffered invitation to dinner.
Received graciously, he was ushered to a private hall where he was served a modest feast and some choice wine. Having proposed a toast, Yoren raised the goblet to his lips and was about to take a sip when his eyes suddenly caught a coloured snake wriggling at the bottom of his cup. As it would have been rude to do otherwise, he constrained his fright and drank anyway. There was no sensation of the snake passing dawn his throat, therefore Yoren deemed it to be a supernatural phenomenon, or some form of spell and from that moment on began to feel rather ill.
Seething with anger he returned home and at once called for the family physician. The physician, despite his extensive examination, could find absolutely nothing wrong with Yoren. The Squire nevertheless, still felt seriously ill and took to his bed from then on. Seeing his demise approaching ever nearer, he eventually decided to unburden the source of his grave trouble to his closest friend Reok. “I’ve been wronged so needlessly. “ He exhaled in a whimper at the end of his fantastic accounts. “After my passing, I beseech you to avenge my death!”
Aggrieved at his friend’s condition, but being a more reasonable person, Reok extracted a promise from Yoren to hang on to life till his return.
After some finagling, Reok attained a private invitation with the Governor.
He too was received graciously and ushered to the same hall. At the conclusion of their discussion of the supposed pressing matter of state, he was asked to stay on for some food and refreshments.
Seated in the same honoured seat as his friend, Reok raised the goblet of wine to his lips. Lo and behold, he too saw the same vision as his friend at the bottom of the goblet. Hesitating for a second, he took a generous sip, and then discretely looked about him.
Hah, there was the culprit! Suppressing a bursting laugh, Roek’s eyes remained fixed for a spell on the magnificent bow, hanging from the high ceiling.
The Governor, seeing the object of his attention at once volunteered, “I was most fortunate to have acquired that rare hunting bow from a Chief of the Gugeos tribe. Isn’t it magnificent?”
“Indeed it is. “ Roek exclaimed, after partaking of more wine. “It looks decidedly deadly, carved with such meticulous detail to imitate a venomous snake.” He kept the rest to himself, deciding to spare his foolish friend any further humiliation.
Once upon a time two young monks were happily travelling along an old country road. The sky that had been laden with dark ominous clouds most part of the day, however, soon gave way to torrential rain. They trudged along now with some difficulty as the earthen pathways instantly transformed into rushing rivulets. They had just veered around a corner when they came upon a pretty young girl in dire straits. Sporting an umbrella and dressed in her Sunday best, she appeared stymied by a particularly large puddle which the downpour had created directly in her path.
“Let me help you, “said one of the monks and, not waiting for her response, he lifted her in his arms, carried her over the puddle and let her gently down safely on the other side.
The monk’s companion said nothing, remaining unusually silent the rest of the way. That night as they prepared to sleep, unable to constrain himself, he grumbled in displeasure. “You should give extra prayers for absolution tonight, as you have so heedlessly flaunted our teachings and manhandled that rather pretty thing.”
“I left the girl there” his friend replied, plainly surprised. “Why is it that you are still carrying her?”
Two Tigers Fighting
Once upon a time there were two powerful nations at war.
As each were equal in might the fierce continuous engagement had lasted for over two years wasting away manpower, arms and draining the treasury with neither of them gaining an advantage.
The long drawn out war presented certain advantages to an adjoining kingdom. The Sovereign of this neighbouring country, was considering intervention to bolster his country’s prestige and might. He called a war counsel and asked his ministers for their opinion. The ministers were divided; some claimed this was an opportunity that should not be missed, others claimed it would only draw their country into this never ending conflict and the losses would far outweigh any advantages. Only one junior minister, Roltan, had remained quiet on the subject. After several hours of discussion the King, left with a serious quandary, dismissed the entire counsel, save for Roltan.
“You have abstained from voicing your opinion, any reason for that? “ The King addressed Roltan when the chamber had emptied.
“Your Majesty is most discerning, “Roltan begun with certain eloquence. “ Your Highness, if I may I be so bold as to relate a short story about what had happened to me once. When I was in my teens, to test my mettle, I had once undertaken to hunt a pair of Tigers that were terrorizing a village.
To lure the tigers to a trap, I had first tied an ox to the trunk of an ancient tree in a clearing just outside of the village perimeter.
When the tigers, as expected, descended upon the captive prey, I readied myself to strike. Fortunately, I had with me a seasoned hunter, who quickly advised me to hold still. “Wait, he said. “ If you confront them now they will both attack you in unison. The beasts are just beginning to devour the ox. When they are halfway through, finding the meat rather savoury, they will fall into strife as they contend for the choices parts. After the fray the smaller one will be bested while the big one will suffer injury. Then you will easily finish them both and win certain fame for killing two tigers at once. “ Roltan paused, collecting his words before he spoke.” Never before has our Kingdom been in a more advantageous position to reach its true potential. “
The king eyed this young recruit with an appraising smile. It was in fact his secret ambition to ultimately subjugate these other kingdoms all under one rule, his rule.
(Another short story from Prickly)
Once upon a time an elderly gentleman called on the priest that had been newly assigned to the local parish.
As the latter failed to appear for some time the visitor, who was told to wait in the anteroom room, became rather drowsy in the comfortable chair and fell asleep.
Before long the priest having concluded the matters at hand appeared but when he discovered the elderly gentleman sleeping he was reluctant to wake him up. So he sat down opposite to him and waited, and waited, eventually he too fell asleep.
The elderly gentleman and the priest woke up and fell asleep by turns for the rest of the afternoon. Finally the elderly gentlemen left without disturbing the priest who then retired to his private chambers when he awoke alone.