LÚC NGUY NAN MỚI BIẾT AI CAN ĐẢM
Một ngày nọ, bác chăn cừu bắt gặp một con heo mập ú lẫn trong đám cỏ nơi đàn cừu của ông ta đang ăn. Bác vội vàng chụp lấy chú heo. Vừa đụng tay lên mình nó, ông đã nghe con heo kêu ré lên eng éc, tiếng kêu của heo vang động khắp nơi.
Bạn biết đó, tiếng heo khi nguy nan nghe nó đinh tai, điếc óc, khó chịu cỡ nào?
Mặc cho con heo mập kia kêu vang, bác chăn cừu vẫn kẹp chặt con heo vào hông. Hôm nay, bác quyết đem nó tới chợ bán cho người hàng thịt kiếm ít tiền.
Đàn cừu lấy làm ngạc nhiên, rồi càng thích thú khi thấy con heo kêu la, vùng vẫy như thế. Chúng đi theo chủ chăn tới tận cổng vườn.
Một con cừu lên tiếng hỏi Heo:
- Sao bạn heo lại la eng éc thế kia? Ông chủ thường bắt chúng ta mà có khi nào chúng ta lại la eng -éc vậy đâu? Thật là xấu hổ khi bạn lại kêu vang ỏm tỏi như thế?
- Mấy người nói thì quá đúng rồi, ông ta bắt các người thì chỉ lấy lông thôi. Còn ta hả? ta chắc chắn phải chết vì ông ta bắt ta chỉ một việc là làm THỊT biết chưa?
-Ối trời ơi , éc ! ..éc !. ..
Con heo xấu số vừa trả lời vừa giãy giụa, kêu khóc trong tay kẻ chăn cừu./.
Do vậy xưa mới có câu "Quốc loạn thức trung thần gia bần tri hiếu tử"
The Sheep & the Pig
One day a shepherd discovered a fat Pig in the meadow where his Sheep were pastured. He very quickly captured the porker, which squealed at the top of its voice the moment the Shepherd laid his hands on it. You would have thought, to hear the loud squealing, that the Pig was being cruelly hurt. But in spite of its squeals and struggles to escape, the Shepherd tucked his prize under his arm and started off to the butcher's in the market place.
The Sheep in the pasture were much astonished and amused at the Pig's behavior, and followed the Shepherd and his charge to the pasture gate.
"What makes you squeal like that?" asked one of the Sheep. "The Shepherd often catches and carries off one of us. But we should feel very much ashamed to make such a terrible fuss about it like you do."
"That is all very well," replied the Pig, with a squeal and a frantic kick. "When he catches you he is only after your wool. But he wants my bacon! gree-ee-ee!"
It is easy to be brave when there is no danger.
THỦY THẦN VÀ NGƯỜI TIỀU PHU THẬT THÀ
Mercury & the Woodman
A poor Woodman was cutting down a tree near the edge of a deep pool in the forest. It was late in the day and the Woodman was tired. He had been working since sunrise and his strokes were not so sure as they had been early that morning. Thus it happened that the axe slipped and flew out of his hands into the pool.
The Woodman was in despair. The axe was all he possessed with which to make a living, and he had not money enough to buy a new one. As he stood wringing his hands and weeping, the god Mercury suddenly appeared and asked what the trouble was. The Woodman told what had happened, and straightway the kind Mercury dived into the pool. When he came up again he held a wonderful golden axe.
"Is this your axe?" Mercury asked the Woodman.
"No," answered the honest Woodman, "that is not my axe."
Mercury laid the golden axe on the bank and sprang back into the pool. This time he brought up an axe of silver, but the Woodman declared again that his axe was just an ordinary one with a wooden handle.
Mercury dived down for the third time, and when he came up again he had the very axe that had been lost.
The poor Woodman was very glad that his axe had been found and could not thank the kind god enough. Mercury was greatly pleased with the Woodman's honesty.
"I admire your honesty," he said, "and as a reward you may have all three axes, the gold and the silver as well as your own."
The happy Woodman returned to his home with his treasures, and soon the story of his good fortune was known to everybody in the village. Now there were several Woodmen in the village who believed that they could easily win the same good fortune. They hurried out into the woods, one here, one there, and hiding their axes in the bushes, pretended they had lost them. Then they wept and wailed and called on Mercury to help them.
And indeed, Mercury did appear, first to this one, then to that. To each one he showed an axe of gold, and each one eagerly claimed it to be the one he had lost. But Mercury did not give them the golden axe. Oh no! Instead he gave them each a hard whack over the head with it and sent them home. And when they returned next day to look for their own axes, they were nowhere to be found.
Honesty is the best policy.



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