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Dicen que hace muchísimo tiempo a los árboles no se les caían las hojas Y sucedió que un anciano iba vagando por el mundo desde joven, su propósito era conocerlo todo. Al final estaba muy pero que muy cansado de subir y bajar montañas atravesar ríos, praderas y andar y andar
De manera que decidió subir a la más alta montaña del mundo, desde donde, quizás, podría ver y conocerlo todo antes de morir.
Lo malo es que la montaña era tan alta que para llegar a la cumbre había que atravesar las nubes y subir más alto que ellas. Tan alta que casi podía tocar la luna con la mano extendida.
Pero al llegar a lo más alto, comprobó que solo podía distinguir un mar de nubes por debajo suyo y no el mundo que deseaba conocer.
Resignado decidió descansar un poco antes de continuar con su viaje.
Siguió andando hasta que encontró un árbol gigantesco. Al sentarse a su gran sombra no pudo menos que exclamar:
—¡Los dioses deben protegerte, pues ni la ventisca ni el huracán han podido abatir tu grandioso tronco ni arrancar una sola de tus hojas!
—Ni mucho menos, —contestó el árbol sacudiendo sus ramas con altivez y produciendo un gran escándalo con el sonido de sus hojas—, el maligno viento no es amigo de nadie, ni perdona a nadie, lo que ocurre es que yo soy más fuerte y hermoso. El viento se detiene asustado ante mí, no sea que me enfade con él y lo castigue, sabe bien que nada puede contra mí.
El anciano se levantó y se marchó, indignado de que algo tan bello pudiese ser tan necio como lo era ese árbol.
Al rato el cielo se oscureció y la tierra parecía temblar
Apareció el viento en persona: —¿Qué tal arbolito? —rugió el viento—, así que no soy lo bastante potente para ti, y te tengo miedo? ¡Ja, ja, ja!
Al sonido de su risa todos los arboles del bosque se inclinaron atemorizados.
—Has de saber que si hasta ahora te he dejado en paz ha sido porque das sombra y cobijo al caminante, ¿No lo sabías?
—No, no lo sabía.
—Pues mañana a la luz del sol tendrás tu castigo, para que todos vean lo que les ocurre a los soberbios, ingratos y necios.
—Perdón, ten piedad, no lo haré más.
—¡Ja, ja, ja, de eso estoy seguro, ja, ja ja!
Mientras transcurría la noche el árbol meditaba sobre la terrible venganza del viento. Hasta que se le ocurrió un remedio que quizás le permitiese sobrevivir a la cólera del viento.
Se despojó de todas sus hojas y flores. De manera que a la salida del sol, en vez de un árbol magnífico, rey de los bosques, el viento encontró un miserable tronco, mutilado y desnudo.
Al verlo, el viento se echó a reir, cuando pudo parar le dijo así al árbol:
—En verdad que ahora ofreces un espectáculo triste y grotesco. Yo no hubiese sido tan cruel, que mayor venganza para el orgullo que la que tu mismo te has infringido, de ahora en adelante, todos los años tu y tus descendientes, que no quisisteis inclinaros ante mi, recuperarás esta facha, para que nunca olvidéis que no se debe ser necio y orgulloso.
Por eso los descendientes de aquel antiguo árbol pierden las hojas en otoño. Para que nunca olviden que nada es más fuerte que el viento.
They say that a very long time ago the trees were not falling leaves And it happened that an elderly man was wandering around the world since young, its purpose was to know everything. At the end he was very tired but very up and down mountains to cross rivers, meadows and walk and walk
So we decided to climb the highest mountain in the world, from where, perhaps, could see and know everything before he died.
The bad news is that the mountain was so high as to reach the summit had to go through the clouds and climb higher than them. So high that could almost touch the moon with outstretched hand.
But to reach the top, found that only could distinguish a sea of clouds below theirs and not the world who wanted to know.
Resigned decided to rest a bit before continuing their journey.
He continued walking until they found a giant tree. When sitting in his large shadow was unable unless exclaim:
-- The gods must be safe, since neither the blizzard or hurricane have been able to reduce your great trunk or boot one of your sheets!
- Far from it, replied the tree-shaking their branches with pride and producing a great scandal with the sound of their leaves, the evil wind is not a friend of anyone, nor forgive anyone, what happens is that I am stronger and beautiful. The wind stops scared before me, lest I get angry with him and punished, knows well that nothing can be against me.
The old man stood up and left, outraged that something so beautiful could be so foolish as it was this tree.
Soon the sky darkened and the earth seemed to tremble
The wind appeared in person: - What tree? Ruge-the-wind, so I'm not powerful enough for you, and I'm afraid you? Ha, ha, ha!
At the sound of his laughter all forest trees were inclined frightened.
- You know that if you so far he has been left in peace because das shade and shelter to walkers, do not you know?
No, he did not know.
Well-morning sunlight you'll have your punishment, so that everyone see what happens to the proud, fools and ingrates.
- Sorry, have mercy, I will not.
-- Ha, ha, ha, I am sure that, ha, ha ha!
While the night passed the tree meditated on the terrible vengeance wind. Until he came a remedy that might allow him to survive the anger of the wind.
It was stripped of all their leaves and flowers. So at sunrise, instead of a magnificent tree, king of the forest, the wind found a miserable trunk, maimed and naked.
At launch, the wind was laid to laugh when told that could stop the tree:
In truth-that now offers a sad and grotesque spectacle. I had not been so cruel, that revenge for greater pride than yourself you've infringed, from now on, every year you and your descendants who did not want to face my TIP, recovery this facade, so you never forget that should not be foolish and proud.
That is why the descendants of ancient tree that lose their leaves in autumn. For never forget that nothing is stronger than the wind.
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Warm greetings and I hope you enjoy this site as much as I do. I really appreciate all the nice messages and pics I recieve here. I'm not very good at writing back, but everyone is still helpful and kind. Besides being new at this, I don't know a lot and this site is great. You can learn directly by just reading what is posted here and the messages from other brothers and sisters, or it is also a great resorce for buying books and materials for the craft. The help in choosing a book is great too. If you are not new like me, you may get satisfaction from helping those of us who are new to our paths. Anyway, I am looking forward to chatting and maybe meeting you in the future.
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John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred
> young layers (hens), called "pullets", and ten roosters, whose job it was
> to fertilize the eggs.
>
> The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the
> soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought
> a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a
> different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was
> performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report
> simply by listening to the bells.>
>
> The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was,
> too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't
> rung at all! John went to investigate.
>
> The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets,
> hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
>>
> But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it
> couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the
> next one. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew
> County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
>
> The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize
> but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
>
> Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician
> could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our
> planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them
> when they weren't paying attention.
>
> Vote carefully...the bells are not always audible!