Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Peach Blossom Spring

The Peach Blossom Spring

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Depiction of the tale on a painting from the Long Corridor, Summer Palace, Beijing
The Peach Blossom Spring (Chinese桃花源記;pinyinTáohuā Yuán; literally: "Source of the PeachBlossoms[N.B. 1]), or Peach Blossom Spring Story orThe Peach Blossom Land,was a fable by Tao Yuanming in 421 about a chance discovery of an ethereal utopia where the people lead an ideal existence in harmony with nature, unaware of the outside world for centuries.


"Peach Blossom Spring" was written during a time of political instability and national disunity. The story describes how a fisherman haphazardly sailed into a river in a forest made up entirely of blossoming peach trees, where even the ground was covered by peach petals. When he reached the end of the river (or spring in some translations), the source turned out to be a grotto. Though narrow at first, he was able to squeeze through and the passage eventually reached a village with animals and people of all ages.
The villagers were surprised to see him, but were kind and friendly. They explained that their ancestors escaped to this place during the civil unrest of the Qin and they themselves had not left since or had contact with anyone from the outside. As a result they had heard nothing of subsequent changes in political regimes.
The fisherman was warmly received by the hospitable villagers and stayed for over a week. Upon leaving, he was informed that it was worthless to reveal this experience to the world. However, he marked his route on his way out with signs and later divulged the existence of this idyllic haven to others. They tried to find it repeatedly but in vain.

The Talkative Tortoise

Panchatantra Tales

Indian Folktales

The folklores and folktales have been an eternal part of every culture since ages. When it comes to Indian folk tales, the country of diverse religions, languages and cultures has a complete range of tales and short stories. Indian folklore has a wide range of stories and mythological legends, which emerge from all walks of life. The interesting stories range from the remarkable ‘Panchatantra’ to ‘Hitopadesha’, from ‘Jataka’ to ‘Akbar-Birbal’.

Not only this, the great Indian epics like ‘Ramayana’, ‘Mahabharata’ and ‘Bhagvad Gita’ are full of didactic stories inspired from the lives of great souls. Being full of moralistic values, Indian folklore makes perfect stories for children, who are required to be, instilled with right values. All these ancient stories have been passed from generation to generation, creating bondage of traditional values with present-day generation.


Hitopadesha Tales

The Hitopadesha is a remarkable compilation of short stories. Composed by Narayana Pandit, Hitopadesha had its origin around a thousand years ago. In Indian Literature, the Hitopadesha is regarded more or less similar to the Panchatantra. In the vein of Panchatantra, the Hitopadesa was also written in Sanskrit and following the pattern of prose and verse. Hitopadesh tales are written in reader-friendly way, which also contributed to the success of this best seller after ‘Bhagwad Gita’ in India. Since its origin, Hitopadesa has been translated into numerous languages to benefit the readers all over the world.

The term ‘Hitopadesha’ is a joint effort of two terms, ‘Hita’ (welfare/ benefit) and ‘Upadesha’ (advice/ counsel). As the term suggests, the Hitopadesha is a collection of tales that counsel and advice for the welfare and benefit of everyone. Imparting morals and knowledge, Hitopadesha is one amongst the most widely read Sanskrit book in India. The Hitopadesh is still very much popular children story book that actually help them to develop into responsible and mature adults. Here are provided some popular stories from Hitopadesha. 

The Birds and the Shivering Monkeys

This is another interesting tale/ story from the collection of Hitopadesha Tales. Once upon a time, there was a huge tree on the banks of a river. The tree made a comfortable home for the family of birds who had built their nests on its branch. The birds were living there happily as the tree with its widespread branches sheltered them from scorching sun and heavy rains.

One day, when the sky was overcast with dark clouds, it rained very heavily. Some monkeys who were playing nearby the tree got drenched and ran for shelter under the tree. All of them were shivering with cold. When the birds saw the monkeys in the pitiable condition, one of the birds said,” O Monkeys, you would not have to shiver like this, if you had built a home like us. You would not have to suffer like this. If we can build our nest with small beaks, then why cant you. By God’s grace, you have two hands and two legs. Why don’t you make a nice shelter for yourselves?”

On hearing this, the monkeys got annoyed and swore to teach a lesson to the birds. They said to themselves, “These birds are not afraid of the rain or of cold wind. They are living comfortably that is why they are criticizing us like this. Let the rain stops, we’ll show them how to build home”. As soon as the rain stopped, the monkeys climbed up the tree and destroyed the nests of the birds. They also broke the birds’ eggs and threw the young ones down.

The poor birds flew here and there in misery. They were full of regret for their words and realized that they should not have given advice that was not asked. Advice should only be given to learned, wise and to those who ask for it.

Moral: Never give advice to fools.

The Elephant and the Jackal

This is a nice tale / story from the collection of Hitopadesha Tales. Once upon a time, there lived an Elephant by the name of Karpuratilaka in a forest. He was brutal and haughty by nature. He used to roam in the forest without restraint. All the animals of the forest were afraid of this wild Elephant. Without any purpose, he used to pull down the trees and ripped the branches. In this way, he destroyed innumerable nests with eggs and crushed the nestlings under his massive feet.

In short, he had created all round chaos in the forest. Fierce animals like Lions and Tigers also kept themselves at a safe distance from this Elephant. Once it happened that he destroyed the burrows of the jackals in his merciless stroll. This action of Elephant was not tolerable to the animals and all of them wanted to kill the Elephant. They had a conversation regarding this but thought it was nearly impossible to kill the Elephant due to his gigantic size.

The Jackals were full of rage and planned to call a separate meeting. They were ready to do anything to get rid of the mighty Elephant. But killing the huge Elephant was not a tiny task to do. All of them had a discussion that how could they kill the Elephant. Suddenly, an old Jackal said,”Leave everything on me. I will cleverly bring about his death”. Everyone gave his consent to the idea of the old Jackal.

The next day, old Jackal went to the Elephant, bowed respectfully before him and said, “My Lord! Favor me with your royal glance”. The Elephant looked at him and said in a loud voice, “Who are you? Why you have come here?” The intelligent Jackal replied, “I am only a poor Jackal. Your Majesty, no one can deny your greatness. You are kind-hearted, gentle and possess all qualities of a ruler. Taking these things in the mind, all the animals have chosen you to be their King. Please accept this offer and make us obliged”.

The Elephant appeared to be happy with all the praise thrown by the Jackal. Jackal found the time to be appropriate and further acclaimed, “Your Highness, all the animals are eager to see your kingship ceremony. It will be held in the middle of the forest, where thousands of animals have already gathered to get your glimpse. Our astrologers have told this is the auspicious moment for your crowning. Time is slipping fast. So, please come with me without any delay”.

The Elephant was really pleased by the Jackal’s talk. He always dreamt to become a King. He contemplated that the kingship ceremony will be matter of honor to him. Instantly, he got ready to accompany the Jackal to the place where ceremony was to be held. The Jackal took the Elephant deep into the forest. On the way, they had to walk through a swampy area by the side of a lake. The Jackal walked across the swampy region easily.

But as soon as the Elephant stepped on the swamp, he got stuck in it. He tried his best to come out of the swamp, but to no avail. The more he tried to move out, the more he went deep into it. He got frightened and called out the Jackal, “Friend, Please help me to come out of this mud. I am sinking deep into the mud. Call other animals quickly to help me otherwise I will die”.

The Jackal replied, “I am not going to save you. You deserve this conduct. You are a cruel, arrogant and a merciless creature. You killed our siblings and kids. You have destroyed our burrows and nests of poor birds. You knew everything, but remained indifferent. I am sorry to say that your end has come”. The Jackal left the place immediately and the Elephant kept shouting for help. In a little while, the Elephant disappeared from the scene, sinking into the deep mud.

Moral: Every despot has to meet his doom.

An Old Tiger and a Greedy Traveler

This is another interesting story / tale from the Hitopadesha collection. Once upon a time, there lived a Tiger in a forest. With the passing years, he became too old to hunt. One day, the Tiger was walking by the side of a lake and suddenly, a gold bangle came across his sight. Quickly he picked up the bangle and thought that he could use it as an allure to catch someone. As he was under the thought process, a traveler happened to pass through the opposite side of the lake.

The Tiger instantly thought to himself, “What a delicious meal he would make?” He planned a scheme to attract the traveler. He held the bangle in his paw making it visible to the traveler and said, “Would you like to take this gold bangle. I don’t require it”. At once, the traveler wanted to take the bangle, but he hesitated to go near the Tiger. He knew that it was risky, yet he sought the Gold Bangle. He planned to be cautious, so he asked the Tiger, “How can I believe you? I know you are a beast and would kill me”.

The Clever Tiger innocently said, “Listen Traveler, in my youth, I was wicked unquestionably, but now I have changed myself. With the advice of a Sanyasi, I have left all evil. Now I am all alone in this world and have engaged myself in kind deeds. Moreover, I have grown old. I have no teeth and my claws are blunt. So, there is no need to fear from me”. The traveler’s was taken in by this smart talk and his love for gold soon overcame his fear of the Tiger. He jumped into the lake to wade across the Tiger.

But as per the plan of the Tiger, he got trapped in the marsh. On seeing this, the Tiger consoled him and said, “Oh! You need not worry. I’ll help you”. Gradually he came towards the traveler and seized him. As the traveler was being dragged out, onto the bank, he thought to himself, “Oh! This beast's talk of saintliness took me in totally. A beast is always a beast. If only I had not let my greed overcome my reason, I could be alive”. However, it was too late; the Tiger killed the traveler and ate him up. Like this, the traveler became victim of greed and Tiger was successful in his evil plan.

Moral: Greed never goes unpunished.

The Blind Vulture

The Blind Vulture is one of the most interesting stories/ tales from the collection of Hitopadesha Tales. Once upon a time, there was a hill that sloped down to the banks of a river. At the bottom of the hill, there was a tree which made the shelter for many birds. One day, a blind old Vulture came to live in the hollow of the tree. The birds welcomed the blind vulture and decided to give him a share of their food since he was old.

When the Blind Vulture saw birds’ concern for him, he was overwhelmed with gratitude. He thought to himself, “As these birds are being so kind to me, it has become my duty to protect their young ones when they are away gathering food”. After this, the Vulture used to get his food from the birds and in return, he took care of their young ones while they were away. So like this, all of them were passing their days happily.

One day, a cat passed by that tree when the birds were away. Hearing the noise of the young ones, she came near the tree with the hope of catching and eating the baby birds. But when the young ones saw her coming, they made a chirrup. The blind Vulture heard them and shouted, “Who is there?” On seeing the Vulture, the Cat got frightened and said to herself, “O God! I am as good as dead. But I need to be brave. I should try to gain his confidence”.

At once, the Cat replied, “O wise one! I just came to pay my homage to you”. The Vulture asked, “Who are you?” The Cat answered, “I am a Cat”. The Vulture shouted, “Go away otherwise I’ll eat you up”. The Cat was clever and she made quick responses to the Vulture. She innocently said to the Vulture, “Sir, Listen to me first then you can decide further. It is not good that you are discarding me as I belong to a particular race”.

The Vulture decided to listen to her. The Cat said, “I live on the other side of the river. I don’t eat meat and take bath everyday in the river. I am doing great penance for my sins. I have heard much about your intelligence from the birds on the banks of the river. They told me that I should learn more about religion from you as you possess all knowledge. So, I came here to become your disciple and seek your blessings”.

She further said, “But, I don’t feel what the birds told me is true, when you got ready to kill a poor cat. You should have treated me well, after all guests are form of God. Even if you don’t have any food to offer me, at least you could say something kind to me”. The Old Vulture replied, “How can I trust you since you are carnivorous and young birds reside here”. The Clever Cat was well-versed in tantrums.

She touched the ground and her ears as a sign of her honesty and replied, “I've read all scriptures and came to know that killing is immoral. The entire forest is full of herbs and vegetables. So why should I commit sin by killing birds?" The Vulture believed her and allowed her to stay with him in the hollow of the tree. With the passing days, the Cat started eating the young birds one by one without the knowledge of the Vulture.

When the birds found that their young ones were missing, they started looking for their kids. As soon as the Cat realized that situation is not in her favor, she quietly slipped away. Unknown about the happening, the blind Vulture lay down near the hollow of the tree where the Cat had thrown the bones of some of the birds eaten by her. When the Birds saw the bones of their young ones, at once they shouted, “The blind Vulture has eaten our innocent kids”.

All of them got enraged by the ingratitude of the Vulture and they pecked him to death. The poor Vulture didn’t even get the chance to defend himself.

Moral: Never treat someone whom you hardly know as a friend.

Victoria Memorial Hall

Victoria Memorial Hall, CalcuttaThe Victoria Memorial was built to commemorate the peak of the British Empire in India. The Victoria Memorial, conceived by Lord Curzon, represents the architectural climax of Kolkata city. Lord Curzon, the then Viceroy specified its classical style but the actual plan of Victoria Memorial was laid down by the well-known architect, Sir William Emerson. The Victoria Memorial blends the best of the British and Mughal architecture. The Victoria Memorial hall was built with white Makrana marbles. The Prince of Wales laid the foundation stone of Victoria Memorial in 1906 and it was inaugurated in 1921 in memory of Queen Victoria. The Victoria Memorial is 338 by 228 feet and a height of 184 feet.

Today the Victoria Memorial Hall is a museum having an assortment of Victoria memorabilia, British Raj paintings and other displays. As night descends on Calcutta, the Victoria Memorial Hall is illuminated, giving it a fairy tale look. It is interesting to note that the Victoria Memorial was built without British government funds. The money required for the construction of the stately building, surrounded by beautiful gardens over 64 acres and costing more than 10 million was contributed by British Indian states and individuals who wanted favors with the British government. At the top of the Victoria Memorial is a sixteen foot tall bronze statue of victory, mounted on ball bearings. It rotates with wind.

At present the Victoria Memorial has notable collection of weapons, sculptors, paintings, maps, coins, stamps, artifacts, textiles etc. The Royal gallery in Victoria Memorial has portraits of the Queen and Prince Albert. There are numerous paintings, illustrating events from Victoria's life. Another remarkable peace in Victoria Memorial is a painting by the Russian artist Vasseli Verestchagin, portraying the state entry of the Prince of Wales in Jaipur in the year 1876. In the post independence period a new addition was made to the Victoria Memorial. It was the addition of the National leaders' gallery with the portraits and relics of the freedom fighters.

Temples in India

India is the land of spiritual bliss, splashed by the waters of holy rivers. The rich cultural heritage of India owes to the glory of its historical past. It is the land inhabited by the Lords themselves, leaving behind their imprints and the sense of their divine presence, hanging in the environment for eternity. These places are marked by a number of holy temples, which were constructed by the great kings, who ruled India. Some of these Indian temples are known for their architectural magnificence and sculptural splendor, the world wide over.

Strong mythological believes have rendered these places as the religious hubs of the country. People from all over the world visit these temples, in order to take a dip in the ocean of spirituality. Meenakshi Temple, Dilwara Temples, ISKCON Temple, Akshardham Temples, Lotus Temple, Tirupati Temple etc. are the names of some of the famous temples of India. Apart from this, there are a number of fairs and festivals organized in the vicinity of these temples which are attended by the devotees in huge numbers.

The Talkative Tortoise

This is one more interesting story from Panchatantra. Once upon a time, there was a tortoise by the name of Kambugriva and two geese by the name of Sankata and Vikata. The tortoise lived in a pond and he made friends with two geese who used to come and visit him at the pond. All of them were happy for the past many years.

Once they faced a drought that lasted for several months. Due to this, all the rivers, lakes and ponds went dry. There was not a drop of water to drink for the birds and the animals. They began to die of thirst and scorching heat. Many of them decided to migrate to some fertile lands.

The three friends also decided to leave the pond and to go to some distant lake, full of water, to settle down there for ever. But it was quite difficult to shift at a distant place. Although, was quite easy for the geese as they could fly but the problem was for tortoise. The poor tortoise could not fly and to cover that distance on foot was really difficult.

All of them had a conversation, as to what could be a possible solution for this problem. The geese suggested a plan, according to which, tortoise would have to hold a piece of stick by his mouth and which would be carried slowly while holding its two ends by them. The only condition was that the tortoise should not speak; otherwise he would fall and die spontaneously. The geese were worried because they knew that tortoise was very talkative and it was difficult for him to keep his mouth shut. The tortoise got the logic and promised not to open his mouth during the entire journey.

Before starting their journey, the geese again cautioned their friend not to open his mouth in any case. With this instruction, the geese held the stick ends in their beaks and the tortoise held the stick in the middle with his teeth. Thus, they started their journey. They flew higher and higher, over hills, valleys, fields and plains. Ultimately, they flew over a town.

The people of the town were surprised to see such a strange scene. They started laughing and clapping, to see the geese carrying tortoise like that. The people’s shouting and laughing annoyed the tortoise. He thought why these people were making such a noise. Unable to control his anxiety, he opened his mouth to speak. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he lost his grip on the stick and fell to his death. So, the poor tortoise got killed because of his stupidity and impatience.

The Ass in the Lion's Skin


The Ass in the Lion's Skin

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Ass in the Lion's Skin is one of Aesop's Fables, of which there are two distinct versions. There are also several Eastern variants, and the story's interpretation varies accordingly.



The Fable[edit]

Arthur Rackham illustration, 1912
Of the two Greek versions of this story, the one catalogued as 188 in the Perry Index concerns an Ass that puts on a lion's skin and amuses himself by terrifying all the foolish animals. At last coming upon a Fox, he tried to frighten him also, but the Fox no sooner heard the sound of his voice than he exclaimed, "I might possibly have been frightened myself, if I had not heard your bray." The moral of the story is often quoted as Clothes may disguise a fool, but his words will give him away.[1] It is this version which appears as Fable 56 in the collection by Babrius.[2]
The second version is listed as 358 in the Perry Index. In this the ass puts on the skin in order to be able to graze undisturbed in the fields but is given away by its ears and is chastised.[3] As well as Greek versions, there is a later 5th century Latin version byAvianus which was taken up by William Caxton. The moral here cautions against presumption. Literary allusions were frequent from Classical times[4] and into the Renaissance, when there were references to it in William Shakespeare's King John.[5] La Fontaine's Fable 5.21 (1668) also follows this version. The moral La Fontaine draws is not to trust to appearances and that clothes do not make the man.[6]

Folk motifs and proverbial use[edit]

In India the same situation appears in Buddhist scriptures as the Sihacamma Jataka. Here the ass's master puts the lion's skin over his beast and turns it loose to feed in the grain fields during his travels. The village watchman is usually too terrified to do anything but finally one of them raises the villagers; when they chase the ass, it begins to bray and betrays its true identity. The ass is then beaten to death. A neighbouring tale, the Sihakottukha Jataka, plays on the motif of being given away by one's voice. In this a lion has sired a son on a she-jackal that looks like his father but has a jackal's howl. He is therefore advised to stay silent in future.[7] A common European variant on this sentiment appears in the Sephardicproverb in LadinoAsno callado, por sabio contado, a silent ass is considered wise.[8] Another English equivalent is 'A fool is not known until he opens his mouth'.
The story and its variants is alluded to idiomatically in various other languages. In Latin it was Leonis exuvium super asinum.[9] In Mandarin Chinese it is yang(2) zhi(4) hu(3) pi(2), ‘a goat in a tiger’s skin’. In the Chinese story a goat assumes this disguise but continues to eat grass as usual. When it spies a wolf, instinct takes over and the goat takes to its heels.[10]

Later allusions[edit]

In American political culture, the ass in the lion's skin was one of several fables by Aesop that was put to use by cartoonistThomas Nast when it was rumoured in 1874 that the Republican President Ulysses S. Grant would attempt to run for an unprecedented third term in two years' time. About then there was also a false report that the animals had escaped fromCentral Park Zoo and were roaming the city. Nast combined the two items in a cartoon for the 7 November Harpers Weekly; titled "Third Term Panic", it depicts a donkey in a lion's skin (labelled Caesarism) scattering animals that stand for various interests.[11]
The fable was also put to literary use in the 20th century by C.S. Lewis.[12] In The Last Battle, the final volume of The Chronicles of Narnia, a donkey named Puzzle is tricked into wearing a lion's skin, and then manipulated so as to deceive the simple-minded into believing that Aslan the lion has returned to Narnia. Lindskoog identifies the Avianus version as the source of this episode.


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For the complete listing of
the books that are published by Yesterday’s Classics,
please visit www.yesterdaysclassics.com.
Th e continued success of the “Jataka Tales,” as retold
and published ten years ago, has led to this second and
companion volume. Who that has read or told stories
to children has not been lured on by the subtle fl attery
of their cry for “more”?
Dr. Felix Adler, in his Foreword to “Jataka Tales,”
says that long ago he was “captivated by the charm of
the Jataka Tales.” Little children have not only felt this
charm, but they have discovered that they can read
the stories to themselves. And so “More Jataka Tales”
were found in the volume translated from the Sanskrit
into English by a group of Cambridge scholars and
published by the University Press.
Th e Jataka tales, regarded as historic in the Th ird
Century b. c., are the oldest collection of folk-lore extant.
Th ey come down to us from that dim far-off time when
our forebears told tales around the same hearthfi re on
the roof of the world. Professor Rhys Davids speaks
of them as “a priceless record of the childhood of our

race. Th e same stories are found in Greek, Latin, Arabic,
Persian, and in most European languages. Th e Greek
versions of the Jataka tales were adapted and ascribed
to the famous storyteller, Æsop, and under his name
handed down as a continual feast for the children in
the West,—tales fi rst invented to please and instruct
our far-off cousins in the East.” Here East, though East,
meets West!
A “Guild of Jataka Translators,” under Professor
E. B. Cowell, professor of Sanskrit in the University of
Cambridge, brought out the complete edition of the
Jataka between 1895 and 1907. It is from this source
that “Jataka Tales” and “More Jataka Tales” have been
Of these stories, spread over Europe through
literary channels, Professor Cowell says, “Th ey are
the stray waifs of literature, in the course of their long
wanderings coming to be recognized under widely
diff erent aspects, as when they are used by Boccaccio,
or Chaucer, or La Fontaine.”

The Girl Monkey and the String of
Pearls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1
The Three Fishes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6
The Tricky Wolf and the Rats . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
The Woodpecker, Turtle and Deer . . . . . . 11
The Golden Goose . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16
The Stupid Monkeys . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19
The Cunning Wolf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 21
The Penny-Wise Monkey . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
The Red-Bud Tree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25
The Woodpecker and the Lion . . . . . . . . . . 27
The Otters and the Wolf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29
How the Monkey Saved his Troop . . . . . . . 31
The Hawks and their Friends . . . . . . . . . . . . 36
The Brave Little Bowman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43
The Foolhardy Wolf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 47
The Stolen Plow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51
The Lion in Bad Company . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54
The Wise Goat and the Wolf . . . . . . . . . . . . 57
Prince Wicked and the Grateful
Animals . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60
Beauty and Brownie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 68
The Elephant and the Dog . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 71

ONE day the king went for a long walk in the
woods. When he came back to his own garden,
he sent for his family to come down to the
lake for a swim.
When they were all ready to go into the water, the
queen and her ladies left their jewels in charge of the
servants, and then went down into the lake.
As the queen put her string of pearls away in a
box, she was watched by a Girl Monkey who sat in the
branches of a tree near-by. Th is Girl Monkey wanted
to get the queen’s string of pearls, so she sat still and
watched, hoping that the servant in charge of the pearls
would go to sleep.
At fi rst the servant kept her eyes on the jewel-box.
But by and by she began to nod, and then she fell fast
As soon as the Monkey saw this, quick as the wind
she jumped down, opened the box, picked up the string
of pearls, and quick as the wind she was up in the tree
again, holding the pearls very carefully. She put the
string of pearls on, and then, for fear the guards in the
garden would see the pearls, the Monkey hid them in
a hole in the tree. Th en she sat near-by looking as if
nothing had happened.
By and by the servant awoke. She looked in the
box, and fi nding that the string of pearls was not there,
she cried, “A man has run off with the queen’s string
of pearls.”
Up ran the guards from every side.
Th e servant said: “I sat right here beside the box
where the queen put her string of pearls. I did not move
from the place. But the day is hot, and I was tired. I
must have fallen asleep. Th e pearls were gone when I
Th e guards told the king that the pearls were
“Find the man who stole the pearls,” said the king.
Away went the guards looking high and low for the
Aft er the king had gone, the chief guard said to
“Th ere is something strange here. Th ese pearls,”
thought he, “were lost in the garden. Th ere was a strong
guard at the gates, so that no one from the outside
could get into the garden. On the other hand, there are
hundreds of Monkeys here in the garden. Perhaps one
of the Girl Monkeys took the string of pearls.”
Th en the chief guard thought of a trick that would
tell whether a Girl Monkey had taken the pearls. So

he bought a number of strings of bright-colored glass
Aft er dark that night the guards hung the strings
of glass beads here and there on the low bushes in the
garden. When the Monkeys saw the strings of brightcolored
beads the next morning, each Monkey ran for
a string.
But the Girl Monkey who had taken the queen’s
string of pearls did not come down. She sat near the
hole where she had hidden the pearls.
Th e other Monkeys were greatly pleased with their
strings of beads. Th ey chattered to one another about
them. “It is too bad you did not get one,” they said to
her as she sat quietly, saying nothing. At last she could
stand it no longer. She put on the queen’s string of pearls
and came down, saying proudly: “You have only strings
of glass beads. See my string of pearls!”
Th en the chief of the guards, who had been hiding
near-by, caught the Girl Monkey. He took her at once
to the king.
“It was this Girl Monkey, your Majesty, who took
the pearls.”
Th e king was glad enough to get the pearls, but he
asked the chief guard how he had found out who took
Th e chief guard told the king that he knew no one
could have come into the garden and so he thought
they must have been taken by one of the Monkeys in
the garden. Th en he told the king about the trick he
had played with the beads.
“You are the right man in the right place,” said the
king, and he thanked the chief of the guards over and
over again.