The brave potter

Salam Super Cerita Bahasa Inggris ........

Pernakah anda dikejar anjing....??? (mudah-mudahan nggak pernah yaaa...) orang yang dikejar anjing bisa berlari lebih cepat dari biasanya tanpa disadari atau melompati pagar yang tinggi. Itulah kekuatan fikiran bawah sadar.  

Atau seseorang disebut pemberani karena melakukan sesuatu yang berbahaya karena tidak mengetahui bahwa itu berbahaya, seperti seorang anak kecil mendekati ular yang sangat berbisa yang dia tidak ketahui bahwa binatang yang berbisa itu berbahaya dan ular tersebut pun pergi.

Kedua ilustrasi tersebut memberikan gambaran bahwa fikiran memiliki andil dalam keberhasilan seseorang.

Berikut Cerita Bahasa Inggris tentang "The Potter" yang menunggangi seekor harimau dan membawa pulang ke rumahnya tanpa dia sadari, mau tahu serunya cerita bahasa inggris berikut langsung saja ke TKP....

The brave potter

It was dark. Thick black clouds covered the evening sky. The thunder roared and the strong wind shook the branches and leaves of the tree in the forest. Pit …. Pat … pit, drops of rain fell. Then the lightning flashed and split the black sky with its blinding light. Soon it was raining heavily.

An old tiger ran through the rain looking for shelter. He was wet and cold and his cave was far away. While hurrying to his shelter he saw an old hut. With a sigh of relief the tiger crawled under the thatched roof and lay down by the door. Except for the sound of the rain all was quiet. Before he could nod off however, he heard something heavy being drugged inside the hut. This was followed by the voice of a woman.

“Oh, how terrible this leak is!” she complained. “How terrible! I would rather meet a tiger in the forest that have this leak in my house!”

“A leak?” the tiger thought. “What is a leak? It must be very dangerous and strong of the woman would not be more frightened of the leak than of me. Am I not rightly called the king of the forest? Aren’t they all afraid of me? I wonder what a leak looks like ….?”

Soon afterwards the tired tiger fell asleep. He was suddenly awakened by an angry voice shouting in his ear. He felt heavy blows fall upon his head and shoulders.

“You horrible beat!” a voice screamed angrily. “How dare you run away! How dare you make me walk about in the middle of the night trying to find you! Be careful, one of these days. I’ll kill you! Now, go home!”

The old tiger shivered. “This must be the leak who has come out from the hut. “I’d better do as he says or he will kill me.”

So the tiger allowed himself to be bound around the neck with a thick rope. The mysterious creature then climbed onto the tiger’s back and pulled at the rope.

“Come on, head for home!” shouted the voice. The tiger felt a sharp kick on his side.

The tiger was terrified and ran through the dark forest. The creature pulled hard on the rope to tell which way to go. At the same time it scolded, cursed and kicked the poor tiger. Soon they stopped in front of a small hut on the edge of the thick forest. The creature climbed down from the tiger’s back and bound him with an iron chain to a nearby tree. Then he went inside the hut. The tiger could not free himself from the chain so, he had to spend a miserable night under the tree.

Who was this creature who was able to capture such a large and dangerous tiger? Let’s find out.

On the afternoon on that day, a potter had arrived home after a hard day’s work. He was tired and thirsty. He had asked his wife for some palm-wine. The more he drank, the better he felt. When he had drunk all the wine he no longer felt tired.

When the storm began the potter suddenly remembered that he had left his donkey tied under the tree. He rushed out of his hut to take the animal into the stable. You can imagine his anger when he discovered that the donkey was not there any more—the only thing left was its chain.

“My stupid donkey must have run off into the forest,” He grumbled. “When I catch him I’ll give him a good beating!”

The potter walked through the wet forest. When it became dark he often stumbled over roots and fallen branches. With each step the potter felt more and more angry with his donkey.

“When I catch him I’ll tie him up under the tree all night without feeding him.” He muttered to himself.

Hours later, the potter reached the old woman’s hut. There he saw an animal sleeping in front of the door.

“There he is!” he shouted. “There, he is, the stupid animal!”

The drunken potter did not notice the difference between a donkey and a tiger. He kicked and beat the sleeping tiger. He then jumped onto the frightened animal’s back, rode it home, and then tied it up with the iron chain.

Next morning the villagers who passed the potter’s house looked in amazement at the tiger tied to the tree. Soon the news spread throughout the village that the potter had caught a tiger and tied it to a tree in his yard. All the villagers praised his courage. They also thanked him because the tiger had eaten many of their goats and buffaloes. They had tried to catch him for many years but had failed.

Of course the potter said that he had done nothing of the sort. He said that he had only brought his donkey home. He did not understand how a donkey could change into a tiger! When he saw the tiger he fainted.

Nobody, however, believed the potter’s story. The villagers even praised him for being modest. Soon the potter became famous. Everybody who met him called him the brave potter. The simple potter himself never understood why.

The dishonest friend

Salama Super Narrative Text ................

 Hati-hati memilih teman karena salah satu penilaian terhadap seseorang adalah dengan melihat temannya, berteman dengan orang baik maka kita bisa ikut berbuat baik tapi berteman dengan orang kurang baik maka kita bisa ikut menjadi orang kurang baik.

Salah satu kalimat bijaksana yang sering kita dengar mengatakan teman atau sahabat yang baik adalah teman atau sahabat yang berkata benar tentang diri kita bukan teman atau sahabat yang selalu membenarkan kata-kata kita.

Akhirnya, mudah-mudahan cerita motivasi berikut bisa memberikan pencerahan tentang cara memilih teman , meski kisahnya hanya cerita fiktif (narrative teks). semoga bermanfaat...... amiiin.

The dishonest friend

(Story from India)

A merchant called Naduk was unlucky to lose a lot of money in a business deal. He decided to go abroad to do more trading and make up for his loss. Before he set out on his journey he visited his friend Lakshman and gave him a bar of silver.

“Dear friend Lakshman,” Naduk said, “Will you please keep this bar of silver for me until I come back from my travels? If I do not make a profit I will at least have this when I return.”

His friend agreed and took the bar of silver and Naduk left on his travels t once.

After many months he returned and went” to Lakshman house.

“Dear friend Lakshman. Please give back my bar of silver,” he said.

Lakshman looked very upset. “I am very sorry,” he replied, “But your bar silver was eaten by mice,”

Naduk looked at him amazement, but then he shrugged his shoulders and said. “That is very bad news, but I can’t blame you for what the mice have done. Such is life. Ah well, nothing last forever. Don’t worry any more my friend. At the moment I’m hot and dusty and want to bathe in the river. May I take you son with me to help me carry my bathing things?”

you for wha was glad that he had not had any trouble with Naduk. He called his son and told him to go with Naduk and carry his things.

When he had washed the dusk from his body, Naduk climbed back onto the river bank. He dressed and then said to the boy, “Come, let us rest for a while in that cave where it is cool.”

He gave the boy a handful of sweets and took him to a deep cave close to the river. The young boy went inside. Suddenly Naduk pushed the boy to the ground and closed the entrance from the outside with a big rock, before he could get up. Then he went back to you for wha’s house.

“Friend Naduk,” you for wha said, “You’re back? And where is my boy?”

Naduk hung his head.

“A most terrible thing happened at the river bank,” he answered softly. “A hawk suddenly swooped down and carried off your son. I could  do nothing to help him.”

“What a liar you are! How could a hawk carry off a boy as big as my son?” Lakshman said angrily.

Naduk looked his friend straight in the eyes.

“well, my dear friend Lakshman,” he said calmly, “If mice cat eat silver, then hawks can carry off boys.”

For a while Lakshman said nothing. Then he knew that Naduk had tricked him just as he had tricked Naduk. So he said, “Give me back my son and I will give you back your bar of silver.”

The legend of Edelweiss Flower II

The Flower That Lives Above The Clouds

The legend of Edelweiss

LONG ago, long ago when the flowers first woke to life on this dear earth, each chose where it could live as it chose, too, the color of its petals. 

"I will cover the ground and make the bare soil gay with green blades," cried the grass.

"I will live in the fields and by roadsides," laughed the daisy.

"I, too," echoed the buttercup, the cornflower, the poppy, and the clover.

"Give me the ponds and the lakes," the water lily called.

"And let us have the streams and the marshes," begged the irises, cowslips, and Jacks-in-the-pulpit.

"We love the shaded, ferny woodland spots," lisped the shy forget-me-nots and wood-violets.

"And we wish to be petted in gardens," declared the rose, the pansies, the sweet williams, the holly hocks.

"I love the warm dry sun — I will go to the sandy desert," said the cactus. So all places except the bare ridges of high mountains were chosen. To these, no flower wished to go.

"There is not enough food there!" the daisy explained.

"There is not enough warmth! There is not enough food!" all decided. " It is so bare and chilly! Let the gray moss go and cover the rocks," they said. But the moss was loath to go.

"When one cannot live without moisture, warmth, nourishment — when one must have petting or live in a garden, surely the bleak places of the mountains must do without flowers! How foolish it would be to try to make the ragged, bare mountain-tops lovely! Let the gray moss go — he has not yet chosen!"

So the gray moss went up the high mountains because he was told to go. He climbed over the bare rocks beyond the places where forests ceased to grow. All was desolate and silent up there.

Up higher and higher crept the gray moss. It went even above the clouds where the ragged rocks were covered with ice and snow.

There it stopped short in amazement, for it found a quiet star-shaped flower clinging to the crags and blossoming! It was white like the snow around it, and its heart was of soft yellow. So cold was it up there that the little flower had cased its leaves in soft wool to keep warm and living in the bleakness.

"Oh!" cried the gray moss, stopping short. "How came you here where there was no warmth, no moisture, no nourishment? It is high above the forests, high above the clouds! I came because I was sent. Who are you?"

Then the little starry flower nodded in the chill wind. "I am the edelweiss," it said. "I came here quietly because there was need of me, that some blossom might brighten these solitudes."
"And didn't they tell you to come?"

"No," said the little flower. "It was because the mountains needed me. There are no flowers up here but me."

The edelweiss is closer to the stars than the daisy, the buttercup, the iris, or the rose. Those who have courage, like it, have found it high above the clouds, where it grows ever gladly. They call it Noble White — that is its name, edelweiss! Love, like the edelweiss, knows not self-sacrifice.