Monday, March 23, 2015

The Monkey and the Bird

Once there was a monkey. This monkey had very bad behaviour. He was lazy, greedy. Everyday he used to steal some food from other people. Even, although he had some he still did it and kept the stolen food in other place in order not to be seen. He did this because he was afraid when somebody else asked for some. Yes he was very mean. "I must add a little more so that I have a lot of food to eat", he said to himself. The food in the island where he lived was getting less and less so that he decided to cross the sea to find other island.
The following day he made a rowing boat. He cut some wood from the forest and began to make it. It was such a hard wood that he didn't intend to continue because he was lazy. Then, he tried to find some other wood. This time lie had very soft wood. It made him easy to finish his job. When the rowing boat had been ready, suddenly there was a wood pecker bird flew toward him and stood on the rowing boat. "Hi ... friend where are you going to go ... you look so busy to make a boat", the wood pecker asked. "I am going to sail to find other island the food here was getting more and more difficult to get, you may take a part in sailing, because I had enough food on boat", the monkey said. "Ok ... I'll go with you", the bird replied.
Soon they pulled the boat to the coast and loaded the monkey’s luggage and food on the boat. The loyal bird also helped the monkey. "We will find a new word, new food and new green land full of food!" the monkey said. "Yes I agree with you", the bird added. Before sailing, they had a deal. "The one who rows is allowed to eat because it is a heavy duty job, while the one in the front is not!" the monkey said boastfully.
The bird was not able to row so that it seemed loose then it became a captain in the front of the boat without enjoying the food.
The monkey didn't realize that the wood pecker bird knew the cruel intention of the monkey. The bird was disappointed.
"Damn you bad monkey ...!" the bird said to himself.
Then the bird pecked the front part of the boat. It could do it easily because the wood was so soft. In a short time the boat began to sink.
The monkey didn't know it because he enjoyed eating the food while rowing the boat. Suddenly there was a lot of water in the boat. It made the monkey so shocked that he jumped into the sea and swam difficultly to the closest island. The bird, certainly, flew away to leave him.
When he reached an island, he still never take a hint from his experience. He was still stubborn. This time he was so hungry that he was very delighted to see a cashew-fruit tree. It was full of fruits.
Later, the hungry monkey climbed up the cashew-fruit tree impatiently. The cashews looked ripe and delicious. He had counted all cashews on that tree before he ate them. No body was allowed to pick.
Some birds were coming to the tree because they liked the cashew fruits very much. They asked the monkey for the cashews but he certainly didn't permit to take and ordered the birds to look for in another island. Also, there was an owl flew toward the tree the owl wanted some fruits too but the monkey stopped and asked, "Why are you here?". "Can you share the cashews with me?" the owl asked the monkey. "Well you may take them if you can sing beautiful song", the monkey said. The bird began to sing but it was not a good song. The owl sang badly. It was impossible for an owl to sing beautifully. The monkey finally instructed the bird to go far away from the tree.
One day a canary came and asked for the something. "Hey, the kind monkey ... could you share the cashew with me?" the bird said dearly to persuade him. "Well you must sing for me nicely, first". the monkey replied.
The little bird now started to sing. It was such a nice song that the monkey fell asleep. What happened then? The monkey, obviously fell from the high tree and broke his legs. He was wounded seriously and couldn't walk anymore. All the birds in the island came again to eat and enjoy the delicious cashew fruits but the monkey did nothing. He only blamed himself and finally realized his mistakes.

Monday, March 16, 2015

The Poleng

Cerita Bahasa Inggris memang menarik untuk dibaca khususnya bagi mereka yang paham dan yang sedang belajar bahasa inggirs, karena Cerita Bahasa inggris tersebut dapat menambah pengetahuan dan menjadi bahan uji coba penguasaan vocabulary atau kosa kata bahasa inggris.
Jenis cerita bahasa inggris sangat bervariasi mulai dari cerita bahasa inggris yang ringan, sedang, dan cerita bahasa inggris yang berat dari segi penggunaan vocabulary, Cerita bahasa inggris yang ringan biasanya menggunakan kosa kata yang ringan juga sehingga pembaca biasanya mudah mengerti dengan cerita bahasa inggris sejenis ini.
Sedangkan cerita bahasa inggris yang sedang, dan berat biasanya menggunakan kosa kata (idiom) yang membuat pembaca sulit memahaminya bagi mereka yang kemampuan kosa katanya masih minim. 
Berikut cerita bahasa inggrisnya dari daerah Bali, cerita bahasa inggris yang seru pastinya hanya di Englishstory12.
There was a farmer called Father Poleng. He was ploughing his rice fields with his cows one morning. When it was al­most noon, the sun was high in the sky, Father Poleng sat down to rest and to eat his lunch. While he was eating, an ant crawled up and ate some of his rice. Poleng got angry and without thinking he cursed the ant. Then a voice spoke from heaven.
“Father Poleng,” said the voice, “do not refuse those who ask. Even an ant, a creature who cannot grow rice, is worthy of help.”
Father Poleng thought and thought, and realized that people and creatures of all kinds who are poor deserve to be helped. And with a pure heart, he gave all his satisfied at heart.
That night, when Father Poleng was sleeping alone in his hut on the rice fields, the God Indra descended in all his glory, wearing a beautiful shining jewel. Father Poleng woke up startled, and he saw the bright light burning over his hut.
Then a voice said, “Father Poleng, don’t be frightened. I am Indra who spoke to you when you cursed the ant. I noticed your charity in giving the ant rice and going hungry yourself. I have now come here to reward you. I want to take you to heaven.”
Father Poleng, after writing a letter to his family, went with Indra to heaven. There he became a servant of the gods.
Next morning, Father Poleng’s son, called Young Poleng, arrived at the hut only to find his father gone. He looked for him in the rice fields, but without luck. Young Poleng went home to urge his relatives to join in the search for his father. They searched all the streams of fields but did not find him. Then, thinking that he might have come back in the meantime, they all returned to the hut.
There they noticed the letter which read, “Your father has left you and will not return again. I have been taken by God Indra to heaven.” After Young Poleng read the letter, everyone looked at it. True enough, it was Father Poleng’s writing. Young Poleng and his relatives were all happy that Father Poleng had gone to heaven.
Several days later Young Poleng thought to himself, “Now that Father Poleng is in heaven, we must burn the bones of Grandfather Poleng so that he too can go to heaven.”  In Bali people follow the Hindu practice of burning the dead to free the soul so that it can fly to heaven.
Young Poleng asked a priest to pick a suitable day. He also told the priest that he wanted to hold a large cremation cer­emony fit for a king. But the priest said, “No, it is wrong for you to hold such a ceremony. The Polengs are poor and humble people, not kings.”
“Never mind,” said Young Poleng. “If the gods are offended, I’ll bear all the responsibility.”
When the day arrived, the bones of Grandfather Poleng were cremated like those of a king, with a royal cremation tower and costly cloths.
Later, around midnight, Young Poleng went by himself to the graveyard carrying an offering to the god of death. Soon there appeared a tall man with a long beard, who with a large stick was beating an old man. The old man groaned with pain as the stick came down upon his back. When he saw that the old man being beaten was the spirit of his dead grandfather, Young Poleng became very angry. He went up to the tall man and pulled strongly at his beard.
The tall man was startled, and looking down he said, “Who is that? What are you doing here? How dare you pull my beard!”
“I am the grandson of the old man you are beating,” an­swered Young Poleng. “What has my grandfather done that he should be beaten?”
“I am Jogormanik,” said the tall man. “I hold power over all the spirits here. I also decide who goes to heaven and who goes to hell. The reason your grandfather is being beaten is that you held an elaborate and royal ceremony for his cremation. You shouldn’t have. It is only right that your grandfather be sent hell.”
“No!” cried young Poleng. “If my grandfather is to be sent to hell, it must be with Indra’s permission.”
“Then,” said Jogormanik, “let us go to heaven.”
So the three of them travelled to heaven. When they arrived Young Poleng found Father Poleng and explained the whole matter to him. When he understood, Father Poleng went before the God Indra and asked that his father not be sent to hell.
“Jogormanik,” said Indra, “it is not right for you to punish the spirit of Grandfather Poleng, because Father Poleng and Young Poleng have done many good deeds. I invite Grandfather Poleng’s spirit to live here, together with Father Poleng. You, Young Poleng, may return again to the world. I grant you every happiness, but remember, always do what is right, so that when you die your spirit may come here to be with your father and grandfather.”
Young Poleng arrived home and told his family and fellow villagers all about his journey. Young Poleng was loved and re­spected by everyone, for he was the only one among the living who had visited heaven.

Monday, June 23, 2014


One day, deer held a meeting with his friends in a large building, On the ceiling of the building, Gecko the little house lizard was hiding. While the meeting was going on, Gecko knocked down a stone which struck Deer on the head.
Deer became angry and said, 'Gecko, how dare you hit me with a stone? What's going on? You have courage only because you are safe up there. You think you're clever, but I want to see you drove it.'
Gecko replied, 'Deer, words can only hurt my ears. I want to know how clever you are, too!'
Deer said, 'Gecko, if you want to know how clever I am, let's have a race right now. This meeting house here can be the finishing post. Whoever arrives first wins. If I lose, you can do what you like with me, even kill me. And if you lose, then that's end of you!'
'Okay Deer,' Gecko replied, 'if that's what you want, I'll race you. But not now. Tomorrow we'll begin the contest.' Deer agreed, and so the contest was set for the next day. Gecko, the little lizard, had made a rash promise to race the swift Deer, so he had to think of something quickly. 'Now,' he thought to him‑ self, 'what shall I do, for Deer surely can run faster than I? First of all, I will look for my gecko friends and we can think of a plan.'
Gecko called all his friends, and said, 'Tomorrow I am to race with Deer, with this meeting house as the finishing post. Deer can indeed run fast, so we must have a plan, or I am sure to lose. If Deer loses, we have the right to kill him, for he prom­ised that. Now, here is my plan.
'Since we all look alike, we can have several geckos waiting along the course to fool Deer: one in the tree where the race is to begin, one at the middle post, and one here. Should Deer call out, one of us must answer. Deer will always think it is I.'
Next day, Deer arrived early, but the three geckos were al­ready there. 'Hey, Gecko,' Deer asked, 'do you agree that we start our race now?' .
Gecko answered, 'Okay, let's start from the tree over there. We will race to the middle post and back again to the tree, then to the meeting house.'
'Yes,' said Deer.
Deer set off, calling out, 'Are you off and running, Gecko?
'Already,' answered the second gecko off and running, Gecko?’
Deer thought, Gecko is fast. I'd better not take it easy or I may lose…'
Deer ran on, with the dust flying behind him, and when he had almost arrived at the middle post, he called out, 'Gecko, where are your
The third gecko, who was waiting at the post, replied, 'I'm already here at the post, Deer.'
'You really are clever,' said Deer. 'Now let's run back again.'
Deer ran back just as hard as he could, for he felt a little sorry for himself and wanted to win. As he neared the starting tree, he again called out, 'Where have you got to, Gecko?'
The second gecko in the tree said, 'I'm here again at the tree, Deer.'
When Deer, panting and out of breath, reached the finish­ing line at the meeting house, he found Gecko there again for him. Gecko said to him, 'Well, Deer, I have beaten you both ways and I'm no even breathing hard. Do you remember your promise?’
Deer replied, 'I have not forgotten my promise. Indeed, I have lost, but don't kill me now, Gecko. Later on I'll black face. You will be reborn as a speckled cock with yellow legs. Then it will be the proper time for you to kill me.'
Gecko agreed no to kill Deer right then and there. And that is why in Bali, at the cockfight, the speckled cock with yellow legs always beats the red cock with the black face.

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