Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves

In a town in Persia there dwelt two brothers, one named Cassim, the other Ali Baba. Cassim was married to a rich wife and lived in plenty, while Ali Baba had to maintain his wife and children by cutting wood in a neighboring forest and selling it in the town. 

One day, when Ali Baba was in the forest, he saw a troop of men on horseback, coming toward him in a cloud of dust. He was afraid they were robbers, and climbed into a tree for safety. When they came up to him and dismounted, he counted forty of them. They unbridled their horses and tied them to trees.

The finest man among them, whom Ali Baba took to be their captain, went a little way among some bushes, and said, "Open, Sesame!" so plainly that Ali Baba heard him.

A door opened in the rocks, and having made the troop go in, he followed them, and the door shut again of itself. They stayed some time inside, and Ali Baba, fearing they might come out and catch him, was forced to sit patiently in the tree. At last the door opened again, and the Forty Thieves came out. As the Captain went in last he came out first, and made them all pass by him; he then closed the door, saying, "Shut, Sesame!"

Every man bridled his horse and mounted, the Captain put himself at their head, and they returned as they came.

Then Ali Baba climbed down and went to the door concealed among the bushes, and said, "Open, Sesame!" and it flew open.

Ali Baba, who expected a dull, dismal place, was greatly surprised to find it large and well lighted, hollowed by the hand of man in the form of a vault, which received the light from an opening in the ceiling. He saw rich bales of merchandise -- silk, stuff-brocades, all piled together, and gold and silver in heaps, and money in leather purses. He went in and the door shut behind him. He did not look at the silver, but brought out as many bags of gold as he thought his asses, which were browsing outside, could carry, loaded them with the bags, and hid it all with fagots.

Using the words, "Shut, Sesame!" he closed the door and went home.

Then he drove his asses into the yard, shut the gates, carried the money-bags to his wife, and emptied them out before her. He bade her keep the secret, and he would go and bury the gold.

"Let me first measure it," said his wife. "I will go borrow a measure of someone, while you dig the hole."

So she ran to the wife of Cassim and borrowed a measure. Knowing Ali Baba's poverty, the sister was curious to find out what sort of grain his wife wished to measure, and artfully put some suet at the bottom of the measure. Ali Baba's wife went home and set the measure on the heap of gold, and filled it and emptied it often, to her great content. She then carried it back to her sister, without noticing that a piece of gold was sticking to it, which Cassim's wife perceived directly her back was turned.

She grew very curious, and said to Cassim when he came home, "Cassim, your brother is richer than you. He does not count his money, he measures it."

He begged her to explain this riddle, which she did by showing him the piece of money and telling him where she found it. Then Cassim grew so envious that he could not sleep, and went to his brother in the morning before sunrise. "Ali Baba," he said, showing him the gold piece, "you pretend to be poor and yet you measure gold."

By this Ali Baba perceived that through his wife's folly Cassim and his wife knew their secret, so he confessed all and offered Cassim a share.

"That I expect," said Cassim; "but I must know where to find the treasure, otherwise I will discover all, and you will lose all."

Ali Baba, more out of kindness than fear, told him of the cave, and the very words to use. Cassim left Ali Baba, meaning to be beforehand with him and get the treasure for himself. He rose early next morning, and set out with ten mules loaded with great chests. He soon found the place, and the door in the rock.

He said, "Open, Sesame!" and the door opened and shut behind him. He could have feasted his eyes all day on the treasures, but he now hastened to gather together as much of it as possible; but when he was ready to go he could not remember what to say for thinking of his great riches. Instead of "Sesame," he said, "Open, Barley!" and the door remained fast. He named several different sorts of grain, all but the right one, and the door still stuck fast. He was so frightened at the danger he was in that he had as much forgotten the word as if he had never heard it.

About noon the robbers returned to their cave, and saw Cassim's mules roving about with great chests on their backs. This gave them the alarm; they drew their sabers, and went to the door, which opened on their Captain's saying, "Open, Sesame!"

Cassim, who had heard the trampling of their horses' feet, resolved to sell his life dearly, so when the door opened he leaped out and threw the Captain down. In vain, however, for the robbers with their sabers soon killed him. On entering the cave they saw all the bags laid ready, and could not imagine how anyone had got in without knowing their secret. They cut Cassim's body into four quarters, and nailed them up inside the cave, in order to frighten anyone who should venture in, and went away in search of more treasure.

As night drew on Cassim's wife grew very uneasy, and ran to her brother-in-law, and told him where her husband had gone. Ali Baba did his best to comfort her, and set out to the forest in search of Cassim. The first thing he saw on entering the cave was his dead brother. Full of horror, he put the body on one of his asses, and bags of gold on the other two, and, covering all with some fagots, returned home. He drove the two asses laden with gold into his own yard, and led the other to Cassim's house.

The door was opened by the slave Morgiana, whom he knew to be both brave and cunning. Unloading the ass, he said to her, "This is the body of your master, who has been murdered, but whom we must bury as though he had died in his bed. I will speak with you again, but now tell your mistress I am come."

The wife of Cassim, on learning the fate of her husband, broke out into cries and tears, but Ali Baba offered to take her to live with him and his wife if she would promise to keep his counsel and leave everything to Morgiana; whereupon she agreed, and dried her eyes.

Morgiana, meanwhile, sought an apothecary and asked him for some lozenges. "My poor master," she said, "can neither eat nor speak, and no one knows what his distemper is." She carried home the lozenges and returned next day weeping, and asked for an essence only given to those just about to die.

Thus, in the evening, no one was surprised to hear the wretched shrieks and cries of Cassim's wife and Morgiana, telling everyone that Cassim was dead.

The day after Morgiana went to an old cobbler near the gates of the town who opened his stall early, put a piece of gold in his hand, and bade him follow her with his needle and thread. Having bound his eyes with a handkerchief, she took him to the room where the body lay, pulled off the bandage, and bade him sew the quarters together, after which she covered his eyes again and led him home. Then they buried Cassim, and Morgiana his slave followed him to the grave, weeping and tearing her hair, while Cassim's wife stayed at home uttering lamentable cries. Next day she went to live with Ali Baba, who gave Cassim's shop to his eldest son.

The Forty Thieves, on their return to the cave, were much astonished to find Cassim's body gone and some of their money-bags.

"We are certainly discovered," said the Captain, "and shall be undone if we cannot find out who it is that knows our secret. Two men must have known it; we have killed one, we must now find the other. To this end one of you who is bold and artful must go into the city dressed as a traveler, and discover whom we have killed, and whether men talk of the strange manner of his death. If the messenger fails he must lose his life, lest we be betrayed."

One of the thieves started up and offered to do this, and after the rest had highly commended him for his bravery he disguised himself, and happened to enter the town at daybreak, just by Baba Mustapha's stall. The thief bade him good-day, saying, "Honest man, how can you possibly see to stitch at your age?"

"Old as I am," replied the cobbler, "I have very good eyes, and will you believe me when I tell you that I sewed a dead body together in a place where I had less light than I have now."

The robber was overjoyed at his good fortune, and, giving him a piece of gold, desired to be shown the house where he stitched up the dead body. At first Mustapha refused, saying that he had been blindfolded; but when the robber gave him another piece of gold he began to think he might remember the turnings if blindfolded as before. This means succeeded; the robber partly led him, and was partly guided by him, right in front of Cassim's house, the door of which the robber marked with a piece of chalk. Then, well pleased, he bade farewell to Baba Mustapha and returned to the forest. By and by Morgiana, going out, saw the mark the robber had made, quickly guessed that some mischief was brewing, and fetching a piece of chalk marked two or three doors on each side, without saying anything to her master or mistress.

The thief, meantime, told his comrades of his discovery. The Captain thanked him, and bade him show him the house he had marked. But when they came to it they saw that five or six of the houses were chalked in the same manner. The guide was so confounded that he knew not what answer to make, and when they returned he was at once beheaded for having failed.

Another robber was dispatched, and, having won over Baba Mustapha, marked the house in red chalk; but Morgiana being again too clever for them, the second messenger was put to death also.

The Captain now resolved to go himself, but, wiser than the others, he did not mark the house, but looked at it so closely that he could not fail to remember it. He returned, and ordered his men to go into the neighboring villages and buy nineteen mules, and thirty-eight leather jars, all empty except one, which was full of oil. The Captain put one of his men, fully armed, into each, rubbing the outside of the jars with oil from the full vessel. Then the nineteen mules were loaded with thirty-seven robbers in jars, and the jar of oil, and reached the town by dusk.

The Captain stopped his mules in front of Ali Baba's house, and said to Ali Baba, who was sitting outside for coolness, "I have brought some oil from a distance to sell at tomorrow's market, but it is now so late that I know not where to pass the night, unless you will do me the favor to take me in."

Though Ali Baba had seen the Captain of the robbers in the forest, he did not recognize him in the disguise of an oil merchant. He bade him welcome, opened his gates for the mules to enter, and went to Morgiana to bid her prepare a bed and supper for his guest. He brought the stranger into his hall, and after they had supped went again to speak to Morgiana in the kitchen, while the Captain went into the yard under pretense of seeing after his mules, but really to tell his men what to do.

Beginning at the first jar and ending at the last, he said to each man, "As soon as I throw some stones from the window of the chamber where I lie, cut the jars open with your knives and come out, and I will be with you in a trice."

He returned to the house, and Morgiana led him to his chamber. She then told Abdallah, her fellow slave, to set on the pot to make some broth for her master, who had gone to bed. Meanwhile her lamp went out, and she had no more oil in the house.

"Do not be uneasy," said Abdallah; "go into the yard and take some out of one of those jars."

Morgiana thanked him for his advice, took the oil pot, and went into the yard. When she came to the first jar the robber inside said softly, "Is it time?"

Any other slave but Morgiana, on finding a man in the jar instead of the oil she wanted, would have screamed and made a noise; but she, knowing the danger her master was in, bethought herself of a plan, and answered quietly, "Not yet, but presently."

She went to all the jars, giving the same answer, till she came to the jar of oil. She now saw that her master, thinking to entertain an oil merchant, had let thirty-eight robbers into his house. She filled her oil pot, went back to the kitchen, and, having lit her lamp, went again to the oil jar and filled a large kettle full of oil. When it boiled she went and poured enough oil into every jar to stifle and kill the robber inside. When this brave deed was done she went back to the kitchen, put out the fire and the lamp, and waited to see what would happen.

In a quarter of an hour the Captain of the robbers awoke, got up, and opened the window. As all seemed quiet, he threw down some little pebbles which hit the jars. He listened, and as none of his men seemed to stir he grew uneasy, and went down into the yard. On going to the first jar and saying, "Are you asleep?" he smelt the hot boiled oil, and knew at once that his plot to murder Ali Baba and his household had been discovered. He found all the gang was dead, and, missing the oil out of the last jar, became aware of the manner of their death. He then forced the lock of a door leading into a garden, and climbing over several walls made his escape. Morgiana heard and saw all this, and, rejoicing at her success, went to bed and fell asleep.

At daybreak Ali Baba arose, and, seeing the oil jars still there, asked why the merchant had not gone with his mules. Morgiana bade him look in the first jar and see if there was any oil. Seeing a man, he started back in terror. "Have no fear," said Morgiana; "the man cannot harm you; he is dead."

Ali Baba, when he had recovered somewhat from his astonishment, asked what had become of the merchant.

"Merchant!" said she, "he is no more a merchant than I am!" and she told him the whole story, assuring him that it was a plot of the robbers of the forest, of whom only three were left, and that the white and red chalk marks had something to do with it. Ali Baba at once gave Morgiana her freedom, saying that he owed her his life. They then buried the bodies in Ali Baba's garden, while the mules were sold in the market by his slaves.

The Captain returned to his lonely cave, which seemed frightful to him without his lost companions, and firmly resolved to avenge them by killing Ali Baba. He dressed himself carefully, and went into the town, where he took lodgings in an inn. In the course of a great many journeys to the forest he carried away many rich stuffs and much fine linen, and set up a shop opposite that of Ali Baba's son. He called himself Cogia Hassan, and as he was both civil and well dressed he soon made friends with Ali Baba's son, and through him with Ali Baba, whom he was continually asking to sup with him.

Ali Baba, wishing to return his kindness, invited him into his house and received him smiling, thanking him for his kindness to his son.

When the merchant was about to take his leave Ali Baba stopped him, saying, "Where are you going, sir, in such haste? Will you not stay and sup with me?"

The merchant refused, saying that he had a reason; and, on Ali Baba's asking him what that was, he replied, "It is, sir, that I can eat no victuals that have any salt in them."

"If that is all," said Ali Baba, "let me tell you that there shall be no salt in either the meat or the bread that we eat to-night."

He went to give this order to Morgiana, who was much surprised.

"Who is this man," she said, "who eats no salt with his meat?"

"He is an honest man, Morgiana," returned her master; "therefore do as I bid you."

But she could not withstand a desire to see this strange man, so she helped Abdallah to carry up the dishes, and saw in a moment that Cogia Hassan was the robber Captain, and carried a dagger under his garment.

"I am not surprised," she said to herself, "that this wicked man, who intends to kill my master, will eat no salt with him; but I will hinder his plans."

She sent up the supper by Abdallah, while she made ready for one of the boldest acts that could be thought on. When the dessert had been served, Cogia Hassan was left alone with Ali Baba and his son, whom he thought to make drunk and then to murder them. Morgiana, meanwhile, put on a headdress like a dancing-girl's, and clasped a girdle round her waist, from which hung a dagger with a silver hilt, and said to Abdallah, 

"Take your tabor, and let us go and divert our master and his guest."

Abdallah took his tabor and played before Morgiana until they came to the door, where Abdallah stopped playing and Morgiana made a low courtesy.

"Come in, Morgiana," said Ali Baba, "and let Cogia Hassan see what you can do"; and, turning to Cogia Hassan, he said, "She's my slave and my housekeeper."

Cogia Hassan was by no means pleased, for he feared that his chance of killing Ali Baba was gone for the present; but he pretended great eagerness to see Morgiana, and Abdallah began to play and Morgiana to dance. After she had performed several dances she drew her dagger and made passes with it, sometimes pointing it at her own breast, sometimes at her master's, as if it were part of the dance. Suddenly, out of breath, she snatched the tabor from Abdallah with her left hand, and, holding the dagger in her right hand, held out the tabor to her master. Ali Baba and his son put a piece of gold into it, and Cogia Hassan, seeing that she was coming to him, pulled out his purse to make her a present, but while he was putting his hand into it Morgiana plunged the dagger into his heart.

"Unhappy girl!" cried Ali Baba and his son, "what have you done to ruin us?"

"It was to preserve you, master, not to ruin you," answered Morgiana. "See here," opening the false merchant's garment and showing the dagger; "see what an enemy you have entertained! Remember, he would eat no salt with you, and what more would you have? Look at him! he is both the false oil merchant and the Captain of the Forty Thieves."

Ali Baba was so grateful to Morgiana for thus saving his life that he offered her to his son in marriage, who readily consented, and a few days after the wedding was celebrated with greatest splendor.

At the end of a year Ali Baba, hearing nothing of the two remaining robbers, judged they were dead, and set out to the cave. The door opened on his saying, "Open Sesame!" He went in, and saw that nobody had been there since the Captain left it. He brought away as much gold as he could carry, and returned to town. He told his son the secret of the cave, which his son handed down in his turn, so the children and grandchildren of Ali Baba were rich to the end of their lives.

Source : English Indo

Dongeng Semangka Emas - Kalimantan Barat

 

Di kampung terpencil di daerah Kalimantan Barat pada zaman dulu hiduplah dua orang kakak beradik. Yang sulung bernama Muzakir dan si bungsu bernama Dermawan. Meskipun bersaudara namun keduanya memiliki sifat yang bertolak belakang. Muzakir adalah seorang yang kikir dan tidak suka menolong orang lain. sifatnya yang sombong dan suka menunjukkan harta kekayaannya menyebabkan orang tidak menyukainya. Selain itu Muzakir tidak pernah mau bersedekah dia takut jika hartanya akan habis kalau disedekahkan pada orang miskin. Oleh sebab itu Muzaki di sebut si kikir.

Berbanding terbalik dengan kakaknya, Dermawan sangat baik pada penduduk. Para tetangga yang kurang mampu selalu di tolong oleh Dermawan. Dia sangat memperhatikan orang lain dan sebisa mungkin membantu orang tersebut. Oleh sebab itu dermawan sangat terkenal di kampung sebagai orang yang baik hati dan dermawan. Walaupun banyak yang menyanjungnya Dermawan tidak menjadi sombong, justru sebaliknya dia semakin rendah hati dan tidak mengharapkan imbalan apapun dari apa yang dia berikan kepada orang lain.

Suatu hati Muzakir mendatangi adiknya dan berkata, betapa bodohnya Dermawan yang mau memberikan hartanya kepada orang miskin. Hal itu dianggap tidak berguna bagi Muzakir. Dermawan tersenyum mendengar perkataan kakaknya. Muzakir juga berkata bahwa dia tidak akan menolong Dermawan jika suatu hari harta Dermawan habis karena di sedekahkan pada orang lain. Dermawan berjanji jika ia jatuh miskin, ia tidak akan meminta pertolongan kakaknya.

Begitulah seterusnya, apa yang dikatakan Muzakir akhirnya menjadi kenyataan. Harta Dermawan lama-kelamaan menjadi habis dan akhirnya jatuh miskin. Walaupun begitu Dermawan menepati janjinya bahwa dia tidak akan meminta bantuan kakaknya. Muzakir yang mendengar Dermawan jatuh miskin menjadi girang hatinya. Sebab saat ini dialah orang paling kaya di kampung tersebut. Dermawan tinggal di rumah yang kecil dan tetap berusaha untuk memenuhi kebutuhan hidup seadanya.

Semangka Emas jenis Golden Sunrise

Pada suatu hari Dermawan menemukan seekor burung kecil yang terjatuh di halaman rumahnya. Dermawan mengambil burung itu dan melihat keadaannya. Ternyata burung tersebut terluka dibagian sayapnya. Dengan penuh kasih sayang Dermawan mengobati dan memelihara burung kecil itu hingga sembuh. Setelah sembuh burung itu kemudian dilepaskan kembali ke alam bebas. Setelah beberapa bulan burung kecil itu kembali ke rumah Dermawan dan menjatuhkan sebuah biji semangka. Dermawan sangat senang dan berterima kasih. Lalu biji semangka itu di tanam Dermawan. Selang beberapa bulang semangka itu sudah berbuah. Aneh, buah semangka tersebut hanya satu saja. Namun Dermawan tidak mengeluh, semangka yang berbuah hanya satu buah itu sangat besar sehingga cukup dimakan untuk orang banyak. Dermawan membawa masuk buah semangka tersebut dan membelahnya dengan hati-hati. Ajaib, ternyata di dalam semangka itu terdapat emas dan permata yang sangat banyak. Dermawan sangat bersyukur dan dalam sekejap saja dia kembali menjadi kaya raya. Dermawan lalu membayar semua hutang-hutangnya dan bersedekah kepada warga kampung yang membutuhkannya. Harta yang di bagikan Dermawan tidak pernah habis tapi semakin banyak.

Muzakir yang mendengar Dermawan kembali kaya raya menjadi iri. Lalu dia menyuruh pembantunya untuk menyelidiki apa yang terjadi. Setelah mengetahu penyebab Dermawan kembali kaya raya maka Muzakir ingin menirunya. Dicarinya burung kecil yang patah sayapnya. Setelah mencari kesana-sini burung yang di cari tidak kunjung dijumpai. Muzakir lalu menyuruh seseorang untuk melukai seekor burung lalu dia menyuruh pembantunya untuk merawat burung tersebut hingga sembuh.

Tidak lama kemudian burung itupun sembuh, setelah di lepaskan kembali ke alam bebas burung tersebut datang kembali ke rumah Muzakir dan menjatuhkan sebuah biji semangka. Muzakir sangat senang dan menanam biji semangka tersebut. Selang beberapa bulan semangka yang di tanam itu tumbuh dan berbuah satu saja. Muzakir membawa semangka tersebut dan membelahnya menjadi dua bagian. Namun ternyata di dalam semangka tersebut tidak ada emas dan permata melainkan lumpur yang sangat bau dan mengenai wajah Muzakir. Celakanya, lumpur tersebut tidak bisa hilang baunya sehingga Muzakir menjadi malu dan menyesal atas perbuatannya.

Pangeran Katak

Pada suatu waktu, hidup seorang raja yang mempunyai beberapa anak gadis yang cantik, tetapi anak gadisnya yang paling bungsulah yang paling cantik. Ia memiliki wajah yang sangat cantik dan selalu terlihat bercahaya. Ia bernama Mary. Di dekat istana raja terdapat hutan yang luas serta lebat dan di bawah satu pohon limau yang sudah tua ada sebuah sumur. Suatu hari yang panas, Putri Mary pergi bermain menuju hutan dan duduk di tepi pancuran yang airnya sangat dingin. Ketika sudah bosan sang Putri mengambil sebuah bola emas kemudian melemparkannya tinggi-tinggi lalu ia tangkap kembali. Bermain lempar bola adalah mainan kegemarannya.

Namun, suatu ketika bola emas sang putri tidak bisa ditangkapnya. Bola itu kemudian jatuh ke tanah dan menggelinding ke arah telaga, mata sang putri terus melihat arah bola emasnya, bola terus bergulir hingga akhirnya lenyap di telaga yang dalam, sampai dasar telaga itu pun tak terlihat. Sang Putri pun mulai menangis. Semakin lama tangisannya makin keras. Ketika ia masih menangis, terdengar suara seseorang berbicara padanya,”Apa yang membuatmu bersedih tuan putri? Tangisan tuan Putri sangat membuat saya terharu… Sang Putri melihat ke sekeliling mencari darimana arah suara tersebut, ia hanya melihat seekor katak besar dengan muka yang jelek di permukaan air. “Oh… apakah engkau yang tadi berbicara katak? Aku menangis karena bola emasku jatuh ke dalam telaga”. “Berhentilah menangis”, kata sang katak. Aku bisa membantumu mengambil bola emasmu, tapi apakah yang akan kau berikan padaku nanti?”, lanjut sang katak.

“Apapun yang kau minta akan ku berikan, perhiasan dan mutiaraku, bahkan aku akan berikan mahkota emas yang aku pakai ini”, kata sang putri. Sang katak menjawab, “aku tidak mau perhiasan, mutiara bahkan mahkota emasmu, tapi aku ingin kau mau menjadi teman pasanganku dan mendampingimu makan, minum dan menemanimu tidur. Jika kau berjanji memenuhi semua keinginanku, aku akan mengambilkan bola emasmu kembali”, kata sang katak. “Baik, aku janji akan memenuhi semua keinginanmu jika kau berhasil membawa bola emasku kembali.” Sang putri berpikir, bagaimana mungkin seekor katak yang bisa berbicara dapat hidup di darat dalam waktu yang lama. Ia hanya bisa bermain di air bersama katak lainnya sambil bernyanyi. Setelah sang putri berjanji, sang katak segera menyelam ke dalam telaga dan dalam waktu singkat ia kembali ke permukaan sambil membawa bola emas di mulutnya kemudian melemparkannya ke tanah.

Sang Putri merasa sangat senang karena bola emasnya ia dapatkan kembali. Sang Putri menangkap bola emasnya dan kemudian berlari pulang. “Tunggu… tunggu,” kata sang katak. “Bawa aku bersamamu, aku tidak dapat berlari secepat dirimu”. Tapi percuma saja sang katak berteriak memanggil sang putri, ia tetap berlari meninggalkan sang katak. Sang katak merasa sangat sedih dan kembal ke telaga kembali. Keesokan harinya, ketika sang Putri sedang duduk bersama ayahnya sambil makan siang, terdengar suara lompatan ditangga marmer. Sesampainya di tangga paling atas, terdengar ketukan pintu dan tangisan,”Putri, putri… bukakan pintu untukku”. Sang putri bergegas menuju pintu. Tapi ketika ia membuka pintu, ternyata di hadapannya sudah ada sang katak. Karena kaget ia segera menutup pintu keras-keras. Ia kembali duduk di meja makan dan kelihatan ketakutan. Sang Raja yang melihat anaknya ketakutan bertanya pada putrinya,”Apa yang engkau takutkan putriku? Apakah ada raksasa yang akan membawamu pergi? “Bukan ayah, bukan seorang raksasa tapi seekor katak yang menjijikkan”, kata sang putri. “Apa yang ia inginkan dari?” tanya sang raja pada putrinya.

Kemudian sang putri bercerita kembali kejadian yang menimpanya kemarin. “Aku tidak pernah berpikir ia akan datang ke istana ini..”, kata sang Putri. Tidak berapa lama, terdengar ketukan di pintu lagi. “Putri…, putri, bukakan pintu untukku. Apakah kau lupa dengan ucapan mu di telaga kemarin?” Akhirnya sang Raja berkata pada putrinya,”apa saja yang telah engkau janjikan haruslah ditepati. Ayo, bukakan pintu untuknya”. Dengan langkah yang berat, sang putri bungsu membuka pintu, lalu sang katak segera masuk dang mengikuti sang putri sampai ke meja makan. “Angkat aku dan biarkan duduk di sebelahmu”, kata sang katak. Atas perintah Raja, pengawal menyiapkan piring untuk katak di samping Putri Mary. Sang katak segera menyantap makanan di piring itu dengan menjulurkan lidahnya yang panjang. “Wah, benar-benar tidak punya aturan. Melihatnya saja membuat perasaanku tidak enak,” kata Putri Mary.

Sang Putri bergegas lari ke kamarnya. Kini ia merasa lega bisa melepaskan diri dari sang katak. Namun, tiba-tiba, ketika hendakmembaringkan diri di tempat tidur…. “Kwoook!” ternyata sang katak sudah berada di atas tempat tidurnya. “Cukup katak! Meskipun aku sudah mengucapkan janji, tapi ini sudah keterlaluan!” Putri Mary sangat marah, lalu ia melemparkan katak itu ke lantai. Bruuk! Ajaib, tiba-tiba asap keluar dari tubuh katak. Dari dalam asap muncul seorang pangeran yang gagah. “Terima kasih Putri Mary… kau telah menyelamatkanku dari sihir seorang penyihir yang jahat. Karena kau telah melemparku, sihirnya lenyap dan aku kembali ke wujud semula.” Kata sang pangeran. “Maafkan aku karena telah mengingkari janji,” kata sang putri dengan penuh sesal. “Aku juga minta maaf. Aku sengaja membuatmu marah agar kau melemparkanku,” sahut sang Pangeran. Waktu berlalu begitu cepat. Akhirnya sang Pangeran dan Putri Mary mengikat janji setia dengan menikah dan merekapun hidup bahagia.

The Elf of The Rose

In the midst of a garden grew a rose-tree, in full blossom, and in the prettiest of all the roses lived an elf. He was such a little wee thing, that no human eye could see him. Behind each leaf of the rose he had a sleeping chamber. He was as well formed and as beautiful as a little child could be, and had wings that reached from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what sweet fragrance there was in his chambers! and how clean and beautiful were the walls! for they were the blushing leaves of the rose.

During the whole day he enjoyed himself in the warm sunshine, flew from flower to flower, and danced on the wings of the flying butterflies. Then he took it into his head to measure how many steps he would have to go through the roads and cross-roads that are on the leaf of a linden-tree. What we call the veins on a leaf, he took for roads; ay, and very long roads they were for him; for before he had half finished his task, the sun went down: he had commenced his work too late. It became very cold, the dew fell, and the wind blew; so he thought the best thing he could do would be to return home. He hurried himself as much as he could; but he found the roses all closed up, and he could not get in; not a single rose stood open. The poor little elf was very much frightened. He had never before been out at night, but had always slumbered secretly behind the warm rose-leaves. 

Oh, this would certainly be his death. At the other end of the garden, he knew there was an arbor, overgrown with beautiful honey-suckles. The blossoms looked like large painted horns; and he thought to himself, he would go and sleep in one of these till the morning. He flew thither; but “hush!” two people were in the arbor,—a handsome young man and a beautiful lady. They sat side by side, and wished that they might never be obliged to part. They loved each other much more than the best child can love its father and mother.

“But we must part,” said the young man; “your brother does not like our engagement, and therefore he sends me so far away on business, over mountains and seas. Farewell, my sweet bride; for so you are to me.” And then they kissed each other, and the girl wept, and gave him a rose; but before she did so, she pressed a kiss upon it so fervently that the flower opened. Then the little elf flew in, and leaned his head on the delicate, fragrant walls. Here he could plainly hear them say, “Farewell, farewell;” and he felt that the rose had been placed on the young man’s breast. Oh, how his heart did beat! The little elf could not go to sleep, it thumped so loudly. The young man took it out as he walked through the dark wood alone, and kissed the flower so often and so violently, that the little elf was almost crushed. He could feel through the leaf how hot the lips of the young man were, and the rose had opened, as if from the heat of the noonday sun.

There came another man, who looked gloomy and wicked. He was the wicked brother of the beautiful maiden. He drew out a sharp knife, and while the other was kissing the rose, the wicked man stabbed him to death; then he cut off his head, and buried it with the body in the soft earth under the linden-tree.

“Now he is gone, and will soon be forgotten,” thought the wicked brother; “he will never come back again. He was going on a long journey over mountains and seas; it is easy for a man to lose his life in such a journey. My sister will suppose he is dead; for he cannot come back, and she will not dare to question me about him.”

Then he scattered the dry leaves over the light earth with his foot, and went home through the darkness; but he went not alone, as he thought,—the little elf accompanied him. He sat in a dry rolled-up linden-leaf, which had fallen from the tree on to the wicked man’s head, as he was digging the grave. The hat was on the head now, which made it very dark, and the little elf shuddered with fright and indignation at the wicked deed.

It was the dawn of morning before the wicked man reached home; he took off his hat, and went into his sister’s room. There lay the beautiful, blooming girl, dreaming of him whom she loved so, and who was now, she supposed, travelling far away over mountain and sea. Her wicked brother stopped over her, and laughed hideously, as fiends only can laugh. The dry leaf fell out of his hair upon the counterpane; but he did not notice it, and went to get a little sleep during the early morning hours. But the elf slipped out of the withered leaf, placed himself by the ear of the sleeping girl, and told her, as in a dream, of the horrid murder; described the place where her brother had slain her lover, and buried his body; and told her of the linden-tree, in full blossom, that stood close by.

“That you may not think this is only a dream that I have told you,” he said, “you will find on your bed a withered leaf.” Then she awoke, and found it there. Oh, what bitter tears she shed! and she could not open her heart to any one for relief. The window stood open the whole day, and the little elf could easily have reached the roses, or any of the flowers; but he could not find it in his heart to leave one so afflicted. In the window stood a bush bearing monthly roses. He seated himself in one of the flowers, and gazed on the poor girl. Her brother often came into the room, and would be quite cheerful, in spite of his base conduct; so she dare not say a word to him of her heart’s grief.

As soon as night came on, she slipped out of the house, and went into the wood, to the spot where the linden-tree stood; and after removing the leaves from the earth, she turned it up, and there found him who had been murdered. Oh, how she wept and prayed that she also might die! Gladly would she have taken the body home with her; but that was impossible; so she took up the poor head with the closed eyes, kissed the cold lips, and shook the mould out of the beautiful hair.

“I will keep this,” said she; and as soon as she had covered the body again with the earth and leaves, she took the head and a little sprig of jasmine that bloomed in the wood, near the spot where he was buried, and carried them home with her. As soon as she was in her room, she took the largest flower-pot she could find, and in this she placed the head of the dead man, covered it up with earth, and planted the twig of jasmine in it.

“Farewell, farewell,” whispered the little elf. He could not any longer endure to witness all this agony of grief, he therefore flew away to his own rose in the garden. But the rose was faded; only a few dry leaves still clung to the green hedge behind it. “Alas! how soon all that is good and beautiful passes away,” sighed the elf.

After a while he found another rose, which became his home, for among its delicate fragrant leaves he could dwell in safety. Every morning he flew to the window of the poor girl, and always found her weeping by the flower pot. The bitter tears fell upon the jasmine twig, and each day, as she became paler and paler, the sprig appeared to grow greener and fresher. One shoot after another sprouted forth, and little white buds blossomed, which the poor girl fondly kissed. But her wicked brother scolded her, and asked her if she was going mad. He could not imagine why she was weeping over that flower-pot, and it annoyed him. He did not know whose closed eyes were there, nor what red lips were fading beneath the earth. And one day she sat and leaned her head against the flower-pot, and the little elf of the rose found her asleep. Then he seated himself by her ear, talked to her of that evening in the arbor, of the sweet perfume of the rose, and the loves of the elves. Sweetly she dreamed, and while she dreamt, her life passed away calmly and gently, and her spirit was with him whom she loved, in heaven. And the jasmine opened its large white bells, and spread forth its sweet fragrance; it had no other way of showing its grief for the dead. But the wicked brother considered the beautiful blooming plant as his own property, left to him by his sister, and he placed it in his sleeping room, close by his bed, for it was very lovely in appearance, and the fragrance sweet and delightful.

The little elf of the rose followed it, and flew from flower to flower, telling each little spirit that dwelt in them the story of the murdered young man, whose head now formed part of the earth beneath them, and of the wicked brother and the poor sister. “We know it,” said each little spirit in the flowers, “we know it, for have we not sprung from the eyes and lips of the murdered one. We know it, we know it,” and the flowers nodded with their heads in a peculiar manner. The elf of the rose could not understand how they could rest so quietly in the matter, so he flew to the bees, who were gathering honey, and told them of the wicked brother. And the bees told it to their queen, who commanded that the next morning they should go and kill the murderer. But during the night, the first after the sister’s death, while the brother was sleeping in his bed, close to where he had placed the fragrant jasmine, every flower cup opened, and invisibly the little spirits stole out, armed with poisonous spears. They placed themselves by the ear of the sleeper, told him dreadful dreams and then flew across his lips, and pricked his tongue with their poisoned spears. “Now have we revenged the dead,” said they, and flew back into the white bells of the jasmine flowers. When the morning came, and as soon as the window was opened, the rose elf, with the queen bee, and the whole swarm of bees, rushed in to kill him. But he was already dead. People were standing round the bed, and saying that the scent of the jasmine had killed him. Then the elf of the rose understood the revenge of the flowers, and explained it to the queen bee, and she, with the whole swarm, buzzed about the flower-pot. The bees could not be driven away. Then a man took it up to remove it, and one of the bees stung him in the hand, so that he let the flower-pot fall, and it was broken to pieces. Then every one saw the whitened skull, and they knew the dead man in the bed was a murderer. And the queen bee hummed in the air, and sang of the revenge of the flowers, and of the elf of the rose and said that behind the smallest leaf dwells One, who can discover evil deeds, and punish them also.

Lion who thought he Goats

Once upon a time. In a jungle far away. There is a lion baby, his mother died after he born to the world. Baby lions are weak without the protection of its mother's inside, hungry and colds, the lion ask for help with his last strength. Meanwhile, a group of goats came across the place. A goat mother heard the baby lion's cry. He felt pity to see a weak lion baby and live alone.

The mother instinct to care for and protect the baby appears. The goat mother approached and tenders the lion baby with great warmth and affection. Having the warmth of affection that he needs, the lion baby does not want to part with the female goats. He continued to follow the mother goat to go anywhere. The baby lion is accepted as a part of the goat big family.

Day by day and children grow and big lion in the care of mother goats and sheep live in the community. He was feeding, eating, drinking, and playing with the kids the other goat. His behavior is like a goat. Even the young lion make a sound like a bleating goat that is not the roar! He felt that he was the goat, not unlike the other goats. He did not ever feel that he is a lion.

One day, there was a tremendous noise. A wolf goes hunting wild goats for prey. Goats panic. All fear. Older goat who also fears the lion asked the child to face the wolves.

"You're a lion, you could face the wolf! Give him a huge roar and he will definitely running scared!" the elder goat said to the lion baby. The baby lion is already looks great and sturdy, but since the little lion lives in the middle of the goat community, he did not have learn about how to became a lion, nobody teach him. The lion scared to the wolf and took shelter behind the biggest goat. He screamed bloody murder and what came out of his mouth is bleat sound, just like the other goat was not roaring. The lion could not do something when one young goat is attacked by the wolf and taken away.

The elder goat is very sad because one of her children were taken by wolves. He looked the young lion with suppuration and angry feelings, "You should be defending us! You should save your brother! Should be able to drive out the evil wolf!

Son of the lion can only be lowered his head. He does not understand why they blame him for the wolf. He was already afraid of the wolf as the other goats. The young lion felt so sad because he could not do anything.

The next day the wolf came again. Back hunt the goats to eat. This time the mother goat was caught and has been gripped by a wolf. All goats were brave enough to help. The young lion was angry to see his goat mother had been gripped by a wolf. A wolf is very surprised to see there is a lion in front of him. He let go his grip. The wolf was trembling with fear! Guts out! He resigned; he felt that day was the end of his life! With great anger the lion boy cried aloud, it's just a goat sound with strange accent. Then he retreated to the rear.

Viewing behavior of young lion, the wolf is ferocious and cunning immediately knew that that was before him was a mentally lion goat. It makes no difference with the goats. Immediately his fear disappeared. He growled angrily, and planned to eat the lion first.

Feeling that he was goat, the young lion crash his head like a goat, the wolf has been prepared with strong horses. With a little twisted the wolf tore the lion boy's face with its claws. The young lion fell and woe, such as goat moaning. The mother goat witnessed the event with great anxiety. Parent goat wondered why a stocky lion was defeated by a wolf. Is not the lion is the king of the jungle?

Without giving the slightest mercy the wolf attacking the young lion, who are still moaning. The wolf was ready to finish off the lion. At that critical moment, the mother goat who did not have the heart, with all his might hit the wolf. The wolf darted off. Lion awake.

And at that moment, an adult lion's roar came up with a vengeance.

All goats scared and docked! The young children also fear the lion and come closer. While the wolf run. As an adult lion about to pounce on the goat herd, he was surprised in the midst of the goat herd there is a young lion.

Some goats flee, others ran away. The young lion ran away too. The lion was still stunned. He wondered why children join lion ran away following the goat? He pursued young lion and said, "Hey you do not run! You're a lion, not a goat! I will not prey on young lion!

But the young lion were kept running and running. Adult lions continue to pursue. He did not chase a herd of goats, but instead pursue cubs. At last the lion was caught. The young lion who think he was goat fear the lion.

"Do not kill me, please...!"

"You're a lion, not a goat. I did not kill the young lion! "

With a struggling young lion said, "No I am a goat! Please release me! "

Lion child struggled and cried out loud. His voice was not a roar but bleat sound, just like the sound of goats.

The lion adult wonder. How any young lion could voice goats and sheep mentality? With a furious lion he dragged the boy into the lake. He must show who actually the lion child is. Once in the clear lake water, he asked the young lion saw his own shadow.

Then compare with the adult lions.

When he saw the shadow of himself, the son of the lion was shocked, "Oh my god, my face and body is same with you. Same with the lion, the king of the jungle! "

"Yes, because you actually cubs. Not the goat! "
"So I'm not a goat? I was a lion! "
"Yes you are a lion, king of the forest is authoritative and feared by the whole forest! Let me teach how to become a king of the jungle! " Lion adults said

Adult lion then lifted his head with dignity and with a loud roar. The young lion imitate the lion then, and with a loud roar. Yes roaring, vibrating throughout the forest. Not far from there vicious wolf that ran faster and faster, he fears the lion roars from the young children

Son of the lion was again shouted triumphantly, "I was a lion! Forest king gallant! "

Story of Timun Mas - Centre Java

Long time ago in the island of Java, Indonesia, lived a couple of farmer.  They had married for some years but they had no children.  So they prayed to a monster called Buta Ijo to give them children.  Buta Ijo was a ferocious and powerful monster.  He granted their wish on one condition.  When their children had grown up, they had to sacrifice them to Buta Ijo.  He liked eating fresh meat of human being.  The farmers agreed to his condition.  Several months later the wife was pregnant.

She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.  They named her Timun Emas.  The farmers were happy.  Timun Emas was very healthy and a very smart girl.  She was also very diligent. When she was a teenager Buta Ijo came to their house.  Timun Emas was frightened so she ran away to hide.  The farmers then told Buta Ijo that Timun Emas was still a child.  They asked him to postpone.  Buta Ijo agreed.  He promised to come again.  The following year Buta Ijo came again.  But again and again their parents said that Timun Emas was still a child.

When the third time Buta Ijo came their parents had prepared something for him.  They gave Timun Emas several bamboo needles, seeds of cucumber, dressing and salt.

‘Timun, take these things’

‘What are these things?’

‘These are your weapons.  Buta Ijo will chase you.  He will eat you alive.  So run as fast as you can.  And if he will catch you spread this to the ground.  Now go!’

Timun Emas was scared so she ran as quickly as she could.  When Buta Ijo arrived she was far from home.  He was very angry when he realized that his prey had left.  So he ran to chase her.  He had a sharp nose so he knew what direction his prey ran.

Timun Emas was just a girl while Buta Ijo was a monster so he could easily catch her up.  When he was just several steps behind Timun Emas quickly spread the seeds of cucumber.  In seconds they turned into many vines of cucumber.  The exhausted Buta Ijo was very thirsty so he grabbed and ate them.  When Buta Ijo was busy eating cucumber Timun Emas could run away.

But soon Buta Ijo realized and started running again.  When he was just several steps behind Timun Emas threw her bamboo needles.   Soon they turned into dense bamboo trees. Buta Ijo found it hard to pass.  It took him some time to break the dense bamboo forest.  Meanwhile Timun Emas could run farther.

Buta Ijo chased her again.  When he almost catch her again and again Timun Emas threw her dressing.  This time it turned into a lake.  Buta Ijo was busy to save himself so Timun Emas ran way.  But Buta Ijo could overcome it and continued chasing her.

Finally when Timun Emas was almost caught she threw her salt.  Soon the land where Buta Ijo stood turned into ocean.  Buta Ijo was drowned and died instantly.

Timun Emas was thankful to god and came back to her home.

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The Legend of Mount Tangkuban Perahu - West Java

Once upon a time in west Java, Indonesia lived a wise king who had a beautiful daughter.   Her name was Dayang Sumbi.  She liked weaving very much.  Once she was weaving a cloth when one of her tool fell to the ground.  She was very tired at the time so she was too lazy to take it.  Then she just shouted outloud.
‘Anybody there?  Bring me my tool.  I will give you special present.  If you are female,  I will consider you as my sister.  If you are male, I will marry you’
            Suddenly a male dog, its name was Tumang, came.  He brought her the falling tool.  Dayang Sumbi was very surprised.  She regretted her words but she could not deny it.  So she had to marry Tumang and leave her father.  Then they lived in a small village.  Several months later they had a son.  His name was Sangkuriang.  He was a handsome and healthy boy.
            Sangkuriang liked hunting very much.  He often went hunting to the wood using his arrow.  When he went hunting Tumang always with him.  In the past there were many deer in Java so Sangkuriang often hunted for deer.
            One day  Dayang Sumbi wanted to have deer’s heart so she asked Sangkuriang to hunt for a deer.   Then Sangkuriang went to the wood with his arrow and his faithful dog Tumang.  But after several days in the wood Sangkuriang could not find any deer.  They were all disappeared.  Sangkuriang was exhausted and desperate.  He did not want to disappoint her mother so he killed Tumang.  He did not know that Tumang was his father.  At home he gave Tumang’s heart to her mother.
            But Dayang Sumbi knew that it was Tumang’s heart.  She was so angry that she could not control her emotion.  She hit Sangkuriang at his head.  Sangkuriang was wounded.  There was  a scar in his head.    She also repelled her son.   Sangkuriang left her mother in sadness.
            Many years passed and Sangkuriang became a strong young man.  He wandered  everywhere.     One day he arrived at his own village but he did not realized it.  There he met Dayang Sumbi.  At the time Dayang Sumbi was given an eternal beauty by God so she stayed young forever.  Both of them did not know each other.  So they fell in love and then they decided to marry.
            But then Dayang Sumbi recognized a scar on his Sangkuriang’s head.  She knew that Sangkuriang was his son.  It was impossible for them to marry.  She told him but he did not believe her.  He wished that they marry soon.  So Dayang Sumbi gave a very difficult condition.  She wanted Sangkuriang to build a lake and a boat in one night!  She said she needed that for honeymoon. 
Sangkuriang agreed.  With the help of genie and spirits Sangkuriang tried to build them.  By midnight he had finished  the lake by building a dam in Citarum river.  Then he started building the boat.  It was almost dawn when he nearly finished it.  Meanwhile Dayang Sumbi kept watching on them.  She was very worried when she knew this.  So she made lights in the east.  Then the spirits thought that it was already dawn.  It was time for them to leave.  They left Sangkuriang alone.  Without their help he could not finish the boat. 
Sangkuriang was very angry.  He kicked the boat.  Then the boat turned out to be Mount Tangkuban Perahu.  It means boat upside down.  From a distant it looks like a boat upside down.

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