The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time there were three little pigs. One

pig built a house of straw while the second pig built
his house with sticks. They built their houses very
quickly and then sang and danced all day because
they were lazy. The third little pig worked hard all
day and built his house with bricks.
A big bad wolf saw the two little pigs while they
danced and played and thought, What juicy tender
meals they will make! He chased the two pigs and
they ran and hid in their houses. The big bad wolf
went to the first house and huffed and puffed and
blew the house down in minutes. The frightened
little pig ran to the second pigs house that was
made of sticks. The big bad wolf now came to this
house and huffed and puffed and blew the house
down in hardly any time. Now, the two little pigs
were terrified and ran to the third pigs house that
was made of bricks.
The big bad wolf tried to huff and puff and blow the
house down, but he could not. He kept trying for
hours but the house was very strong and the little
pigs were safe inside. He tried to enter through the
chimney but the third little pig boiled a big pot of
water and kept it below the chimney. The wolf fell
into it and died.
The two little pigs now felt sorry for having been so
lazy. They too built their houses with bricks and
lived happily ever after.

The
Legend of the Bamboo Tree

A very long time ago on a certain island there lived a family

who was well-known and highly respected by the people. They
ruled the entire village and whatever law they made were
followed by the people. In fact, the villagers readily obeyed the
laws that were just and fair which made them very powerful.
This power was enjoyed and passed on to all their descendants.
After a long period of time, there arose a new heir to the
throne whose style of government was a complete reversal of
his predecessors. He was very cruel. His punishment was harsh
and he showed no respect for anyone.
One day, there came an old man into the palace. The old man
came to beg and ask the king to pity him and spare him any
food to eat.
Rajah kawayan, which was the name of the king, got angry. He
even shoved him away and ordered him out of the palace.
Youre lazy, shame on you for not wanting to work. All you
ever did was beg and beg, shouted Rajah Kawayan who at the
same time pushed away the pitiful old man from out of his way.
At the king saying, I pray you would change your mannerisms
and learn to respect others, especially to the old and weak.
Upon hearing these words, the old man disappeared. Rajah
Kawayan himself became weak and sickly from then on. Not
long afterwards, the king died. Nobody went to lament his
death because he treated everyone badly when he was still
alive.
It did not take too long there grew a strange plant on the site
of his grave. The plant became big. It grew tall, but one thing
noticeable about it was that it had a bending posture. It was
always bowing to the wind and everything around it which on
lookers say reminded them of Rajah Kawayan whom they say
has finally learned his lesson of humility and respect for others.
The plant further grew into tree and was named KAWAYAN
after the cruel kings name as we still refer it today.

=The lesson that I learned was, be humble, learn to share the

blessings that we have and respect others, because everything
you have, you cannot bring it to your tomb. As the saying goes;
Do unto others, what you want others do unto you, if you
want to gain some respect, you should respect others, if you
want others give you, you must give them yours too.

Princess
Urduja

About seven hundred years ago, when

Pangasinan was a kingdom, there lived a famous
woman ruler in that dominion. Young, beautiful
and well-educated, Princess Urduja was reputed
to be a good warrior who had personally led her
soldiers to the battlefields. Her retinue consisted
of women skilled in arms, in riding horses and
with well-built and well-developed bodies,
prodigious strengh and masculine physique
dubbed as Kinalakian or Kalakian or Amazon.
To the Pangasinan court many a suitor came,
seeking for the hand of fair Urduja. The Princess
said to them, "I will marry only the man who can
defeat me. My husband must be braver , stronger,
and wiser than myself." As no one qualified to her
demands, she remained unmarried all her life. For
no one wished to be beaten by a woman. When
her mother died, she became the ruler of
Pangasinan region. Her bravery and skill were
known far and near. She ruled her people well and
wisely. Like the famous Amazons of old, Princess
Urduja was not only intelligent, beautiful, and
dominant, but also the very personification of
kindness and virtue. One of her policies was to
introduce the best of other countries adapted to her own. She was a woman who was
interested in foreign affairs for the good of her own kingdom. She liked to hear the tales
about India, the Pepper Country.
An Arab traveller, Ibn Batuta, on his way to china, stopped at her kingdom. According to her
custom, she invited the ship's crew to a banquet. The Arab refused to go because he could not
eat their food since they were "infidels". The princess was offended and summoned him. He
was surprised at what his eyes witnessed and his ears heard. For the Princess was robed in
her richest and best, decked with precious stones and surrounded by brave and loyal men and
women. She talked to the visitor in Arabian. This alone proved that she was a Muslim, knew
her Koran, and therefore knew Arabic, she told him: "You, Priest, I have had you brought here
by my guards because, of all of your ship's company, you alone scorned my invitation. You told
your Captain that we, people of Northern Luzon are infidels, and that it would be against the
prophets law for you, a holy man, to eat our food."
"You behold about me, seated around my throne, the elderly ladies who are my counselors. Do
their chairs of sandal-wood, does my silk canopied and gold plated throne, suggest the court
of a barbarous people?"
"I greeted you with the usual salutations of courtesy in the Turkish tongue, and had one of my
attendants fetch ink and paper so I could write for you in Arabic characters that you
recognized as the name of the merciful and compassionate God. Are such tokens of culture
common among barbarians?"
When my father Dalisay, the aged king by whose name you call his kingdom, was a much
younger man, there visited here a priest of another faith from far distant Europe. But he did
not shun novelty in food as you do. The sago trees that produce flour, interest him, he admired
the sugar-giving buri palms, and liked our coconut wine. And I hope you will appreciate the
cordial pickles and preserves which, with some other gifts for your acceptance in
remembrance of the land of Dalisay, I have had sent to your ship." "
But let us no more speak of our mistaken notions of us. We pride ourselves upon our
hospitality, and you, a holy man though you are, need have no compunction of conscience in
eating the food set before you." "You have been told all about me. You know that I am

governor of this port in place of my brother because, with my army of free women, slave girls
and female captives ---all of whom fought just as well as men could---I won a big battle. And
you have heard, too, I'm sure, that I am still unmarried because I will marry no man except him
who shall conquer me, and all the eligible suitors in this vicinity are afraid to try for fear of
being beaten by a girl."
"Now tell me of great India, which we know as the Pepper Country. I want to hear all about it.
The little I know has fascinated me. Would there be any chance, If I should go to war with
India, of my getting? Its great wealth and great forces attract me."And the Arab replied, Do so.
She ordered to be given to him, robes, two elephant loads of rice, two buffaloes, ten ships,
four pounds of , and four marbatans (that is, large jars) filled with ginger. pepper, lemons and
mangoes, all of them salted, these being among the things prepared for sea voyages.

The Rose & the Butterfly

A Butterfly once fell in love with a beautiful Rose.

The Rose was not indifferent, for the Butterfly's
wings were
powdered in a charming pattern of gold and silver.
And so, when he fluttered near and told how he
loved her,
she blushed rosily and said yes.
After much pretty love-making and many whispered
vows of constancy
, the Butterfly took a tender leave of his sweetheart.

But alas! It was a long time before he came back to her.

"Is this your constancy?" she exclaimed tearfully.

"It is ages since you went away, and all the time,
you have been carrying on with all sorts of flowers.
I saw you kiss Miss Geranium, and you fluttered around
Miss Mignonette until Honey Bee chased you away.
I wish he had stung you!"

"Constancy!" laughed the Butterfly.

"I had no sooner left you than I saw Zephyr kissing you.
You carried on scandalously with Mr. Bumble Bee and you made
eyes at every single Bug you could see
. You can't expect any constancy from me!"

Do not expect constancy in others if you have none

yourself.