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Itasan



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PostPosted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 6:14 am    Post subject: A Straw Millionnaire Reply with quote

I have just heard this story on TV.
"A Canadian young man bartered, on the Internet, a single clip
for something which is a little more valuable than that.
He again bartered it for a better thing... and so on, and finally
he got a big land with a living house in Canada."
It seems to be a real story that happened recently.
We have a similar old tale in Japan.
"A poor young man asked a Buddhist god for a better life.
The god tells him to go on a journey and tells him to value
the first thing he gets in his hand. He tripped down on the
way and found a single straw in his hand. He then found a
fly and tied it on the straw. A little rich boy wanted it, so
he gave it to him, then the boy's mother gave him three
tangerines...., and so on, and he finally got a house with
a large yard."
This story is called 'A Straw Millionnaire'. Is there any
similar story with a similar title in English-speaking countries?
Something like 'A Clip Millionnaire.'

Thank you.
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PostPosted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:55 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hi Itasan,

I can't think of a similar story in Western traditions, but I think it's really interesting how an ancient Japanese story actually came true in Canada over the Internet!

By the way, I know you'll want to know this: there's a difference between 'a straw' (for drinking) and a 'piece of straw' (the plant matter). Now getting way off topic, if you get stuck with uncountables, try searching for something like "a * of straw" in google and see the results.




my site: www.roadtogrammar.com
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Itasan



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PostPosted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:07 am    Post subject: a piece of straw Reply with quote

Thank you, emile.
I see. I didn't know about that, a straw and
a piece of straw.
'A twig' works for that?
BTW, I would like to read the whole of the following,
but I cannot get to it. I wonder if someone can.

One red paper clip for a house - News and Siteseeing
... is so similar to the japanese folktale "the straw. millionaire" in which one man barters a single twig ..
www.firingsquad.com/news/siteseeingarticle.asp?searchid=2744
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PostPosted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 4:20 am    Post subject: Aesop's Fable Reply with quote

There is an Aesop's fable (by Hans Christian Andersen) that is very similar about a husband who does a series of exchanges, makes a wager and ends up with a pot of gold.

Direct link: http://www.pacificnet.net/~johnr/cgi/aesop1.cgi?hca&a68
Main domain: http://www.aesopfables.com/

They're very good for younger learners and you can do all sorts of exercises with them.

James
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Itasan



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PostPosted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 1:10 am    Post subject: Aesop's Reply with quote

Dear eslweb,
Yes, it seems to be a very good story.
I couldn't access this Direct Link:
Direct link: http://www.pacificnet.net/~johnr/cgi/aesop1.cgi?hca&a68
So I have tried this one:
Main domain: http://www.aesopfables.com/
It's OK, but I think I need some more information to
get to that story. If I may ask, would you please let
me know the title of the story?
Thank you very much.
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PostPosted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 12:42 pm    Post subject: Site is very slow... Reply with quote

The site's very slow, so I hope nobody minds me posting the story here:
(Its out of copyright)

WHAT THE OLD MAN DOES IS ALWAYS RIGHT


I WILL tell you a story that was told me when I was a
little boy. Every time I thought of this story, it seemed to
me more and more charming; for it is with stories as it is
with many people- they become better as they grow older.

I have no doubt that you have been in the country, and
seen a very old farmhouse, with a thatched roof, and mosses
and small plants growing wild upon it. There is a stork's nest
on the ridge of the gable, for we cannot do without the stork.
The walls of the house are sloping, and the windows are low,
and only one of the latter is made to open. The baking-oven
sticks out of the wall like a great knob. An elder-tree hangs
over the palings; and beneath its branches, at the foot of the
paling, is a pool of water, in which a few ducks are
disporting themselves. There is a yard-dog too, who barks at
all corners. Just such a farmhouse as this stood in a country
lane; and in it dwelt an old couple, a peasant and his wife.
Small as their possessions were, they had one article they
could not do without, and that was a horse, which contrived to
live upon the grass which it found by the side of the high
road. The old peasant rode into the town upon this horse, and
his neighbors often borrowed it of him, and paid for the loan
of it by rendering some service to the old couple. After a
time they thought it would be as well to sell the horse, or
exchange it for something which might be more useful to them.
But what might this something be?

"You'll know best, old man," said the wife. "It is
fair-day to-day; so ride into town, and get rid of the horse
for money, or make a good exchange; whichever you do will be
right to me, so ride to the fair."

And she fastened his neckerchief for him; for she could do
that better than he could, and she could also tie it very
prettily in a double bow. She also smoothed his hat round and
round with the palm of her hand, and gave him a kiss. Then he
rode away upon the horse that was to be sold or bartered for
something else. Yes, the old man knew what he was about. The
sun shone with great heat, and not a cloud was to be seen in
the sky. The road was very dusty; for a number of people, all
going to the fair, were driving, riding, or walking upon it.
There was no shelter anywhere from the hot sunshine. Among the
rest a man came trudging along, and driving a cow to the fair.
The cow was as beautiful a creature as any cow could be.

"She gives good milk, I am certain," said the peasant to
himself. "That would be a very good exchange: the cow for the
horse. Hallo there! you with the cow," he said. "I tell you
what; I dare say a horse is of more value than a cow; but I
don't care for that,- a cow will be more useful to me; so, if
you like, we'll exchange."

"To be sure I will," said the man.

Accordingly the exchange was made; and as the matter was
settled, the peasant might have turned back; for he had done
the business he came to do. But, having made up his mind to go
to the fair, he determined to do so, if only to have a look at
it; so on he went to the town with his cow. Leading the
animal, he strode on sturdily, and, after a short time,
overtook a man who was driving a sheep. It was a good fat
sheep, with a fine fleece on its back.

"I should like to have that fellow," said the peasant to
himself. "There is plenty of grass for him by our palings, and
in the winter we could keep him in the room with us. Perhaps
it would be more profitable to have a sheep than a cow. Shall
I exchange?"

The man with the sheep was quite ready, and the bargain
was quickly made. And then our peasant continued his way on
the high-road with his sheep. Soon after this, he overtook
another man, who had come into the road from a field, and was
carrying a large goose under his arm.

"What a heavy creature you have there!" said the peasant;
"it has plenty of feathers and plenty of fat, and would look
well tied to a string, or paddling in the water at our place.
That would be very useful to my old woman; she could make all
sorts of profits out of it. How often she has said, 'If now we
only had a goose!' Now here is an opportunity, and, if
possible, I will get it for her. Shall we exchange? I will
give you my sheep for your goose, and thanks into the
bargain."

The other had not the least objection, and accordingly the
exchange was made, and our peasant became possessor of the
goose. By this time he had arrived very near the town. The
crowd on the high road had been gradually increasing, and
there was quite a rush of men and cattle. The cattle walked on
the path and by the palings, and at the turnpike-gate they
even walked into the toll-keeper's potato-field, where one
fowl was strutting about with a string tied to its leg, for
fear it should take fright at the crowd, and run away and get
lost. The tail-feathers of the fowl were very short, and it
winked with both its eyes, and looked very cunning, as it said
"Cluck, cluck." What were the thoughts of the fowl as it said
this I cannot tell you; but directly our good man saw it, he
thought, "Why that's the finest fowl I ever saw in my life;
it's finer than our parson's brood hen, upon my word. I should
like to have that fowl. Fowls can always pick up a few grains
that lie about, and almost keep themselves. I think it would
be a good exchange if I could get it for my goose. Shall we
exchange?" he asked the toll-keeper.

"Exchange," repeated the man; "well, it would not be a bad
thing."

And so they made an exchange,- the toll-keeper at the
turnpike-gate kept the goose, and the peasant carried off the
fowl. Now he had really done a great deal of business on his
way to the fair, and he was hot and tired. He wanted something
to eat, and a glass of ale to refresh himself; so he turned
his steps to an inn. He was just about to enter when the
ostler came out, and they met at the door. The ostler was
carrying a sack. "What have you in that sack?" asked the
peasant.

"Rotten apples," answered the ostler; "a whole sackful of
them. They will do to feed the pigs with."

"Why that will be terrible waste," he replied; "I should
like to take them home to my old woman. Last year the old
apple-tree by the grass-plot only bore one apple, and we kept
it in the cupboard till it was quite withered and rotten. It
was always property, my old woman said; and here she would see
a great deal of property- a whole sackful; I should like to
show them to her."

"What will you give me for the sackful?" asked the ostler.

"What will I give? Well, I will give you my fowl in
exchange."

So he gave up the fowl, and received the apples, which he
carried into the inn parlor. He leaned the sack carefully
against the stove, and then went to the table. But the stove
was hot, and he had not thought of that. Many guests were
present- horse dealers, cattle drovers, and two Englishmen.
The Englishmen were so rich that their pockets quite bulged

out and seemed ready to burst; and they could bet too, as you
shall hear. "Hiss-s-s, hiss-s-s." What could that be by the
stove? The apples were beginning to roast. "What is that?"
asked one.

"Why, do you know"- said our peasant. And then he told
them the whole story of the horse, which he had exchanged for
a cow, and all the rest of it, down to the apples.

"Well, your old woman will give it you well when you get
home," said one of the Englishmen. "Won't there be a noise?"

"What! Give me what?" said the peasant. "Why, she will
kiss me, and say, 'what the old man does is always right.'"

"Let us lay a wager on it," said the Englishmen. "We'll
wager you a ton of coined gold, a hundred pounds to the
hundred-weight."

"No; a bushel will be enough," replied the peasant. "I can
only set a bushel of apples against it, and I'll throw myself
and my old woman into the bargain; that will pile up the
measure, I fancy."

"Done! taken!" and so the bet was made.

Then the landlord's coach came to the door, and the two
Englishmen and the peasant got in, and away they drove, and
soon arrived and stopped at the peasant's hut. "Good evening,
old woman." "Good evening, old man." "I've made the exchange."

"Ah, well, you understand what you're about," said the
woman. Then she embraced him, and paid no attention to the
strangers, nor did she notice the sack.

"I got a cow in exchange for the horse."

"Thank Heaven," said she. "Now we shall have plenty of
milk, and butter, and cheese on the table. That was a capital
exchange."

"Yes, but I changed the cow for a sheep."

"Ah, better still!" cried the wife. "You always think of
everything; we have just enough pasture for a sheep. Ewe's
milk and cheese, woollen jackets and stockings! The cow could
not give all these, and her hair only falls off. How you think
of everything!"

"But I changed away the sheep for a goose."

"Then we shall have roast goose to eat this year. You dear
old man, you are always thinking of something to please me.
This is delightful. We can let the goose walk about with a
string tied to her leg, so she will be fatter still before we
roast her."

"But I gave away the goose for a fowl."

"A fowl! Well, that was a good exchange," replied the
woman. "The fowl will lay eggs and hatch them, and we shall
have chickens; we shall soon have a poultry-yard. Oh, this is
just what I was wishing for."

"Yes, but I exchanged the fowl for a sack of shrivelled
apples."

"What! I really must give you a kiss for that!" exclaimed
the wife. "My dear, good husband, now I'll tell you something.
Do you know, almost as soon as you left me this morning, I
began to think of what I could give you nice for supper this
evening, and then I thought of fried eggs and bacon, with
sweet herbs; I had eggs and bacon, but I wanted the herbs; so
I went over to the schoolmaster's: I knew they had plenty of
herbs, but the schoolmistress is very mean, although she can
smile so sweetly. I begged her to lend me a handful of herbs.
'Lend!' she exclaimed, 'I have nothing to lend; nothing at all
grows in our garden, not even a shrivelled apple; I could not
even lend you a shrivelled apple, my dear woman. But now I can
lend her ten, or a whole sackful, which I'm very glad of; it
makes me laugh to think about it;" and then she gave him a
hearty kiss.

"Well, I like all this," said both the Englishmen; "always
going down the hill, and yet always merry; it's worth the
money to see it." So they paid a hundred-weight of gold to the
peasant, who, whatever he did, was not scolded but kissed.

Yes, it always pays best when the wife sees and maintains
that her husband knows best, and whatever he does is right.

That is a story which I heard when I was a child; and now
you have heard it too, and know that "What the old man does is
always right."


THE END
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Itasan



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PostPosted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 11:28 pm    Post subject: Thank you. Reply with quote

Thank you again, eslweb.
I have just read it through.
I'd like to have my wife read it.
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PostPosted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 2:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It is really??
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PostPosted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 9:40 am    Post subject: It is just a story... Reply with quote

It's just a story from a very famous children's writer who wrote fairy tales...

James Smile
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