<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:02:48.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Folk Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8189352751329317828</id><published>2009-02-25T17:08:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:09:06.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle of the Crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day the land crabs had a meeting and one of them said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What shall we do with the waves? They sing so loudly all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we cannot possibly sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well," answered one of the oldest of the crabs, "I think we should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make war on them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The others agreed to this, and it was decided that the next day all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the male crabs should get ready to fight the waves. They started for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sea, as agreed, when they met a shrimp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, my friends?" asked the shrimp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are going to fight the waves," answered the crabs, "for they make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much noise at night that we cannot sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I do not think you will succeed," said the shrimp, "for the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are very strong and your legs are so weak that even your bodies bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost to the ground when you walk." Wherewith he laughed loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made the crabs very angry, and they pinched the shrimp until he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;promised to help them win the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they all went to the shore. But the crabs noticed that the eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the shrimp were set unlike their own, so they thought his must be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong and they laughed at him and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Friend shrimp, your face is turned the wrong way. What weapon have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you to fight with the waves?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My weapon is a spear on my head," replied the shrimp, and just then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he saw a big wave coming and ran away. The crabs did not see it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, for they were all looking toward the shore, and they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covered with water and drowned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by the wives of the crabs became worried because their husbands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did not return, and they went down to the shore to see if they could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help in the battle. No sooner had they reached the water, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than the waves rushed over them and killed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time after this thousands of little crabs appeared near the shore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the shrimp often visited them and told them of the sad fate of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their parents. Even today these little crabs can be seen on the shore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continually running back and forth. They seem to rush down to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the waves, and then, as their courage fails, they run back to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;land where their forefathers lived. They neither live on dry land,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as their ancestors did, nor in the sea where the other crabs are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on the beach where the waves wash over them at high tide and try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to dash them to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8189352751329317828?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8189352751329317828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-of-crabs_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8189352751329317828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8189352751329317828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-of-crabs_25.html' title='The Battle of the Crabs'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4944832210942790465</id><published>2009-02-25T17:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:08:44.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spider and the Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Spider wanted to marry Miss Fly. Many times he told her of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love and begged her to become his wife, but she always refused for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she did not like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when she saw Mr. Spider coming again Miss Fly closed all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the doors and windows of her house and made ready a pot of boiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water. Then she waited, and when Mr. Spider called, begging her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to allow him to enter, she answered by throwing boiling water at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him. This made Mr. Spider very angry and he cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will never forgive you for this, but I and my descendants will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always despise you. We will never give you any peace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Spider kept his word, and even today one can see the hatred of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spider for the fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4944832210942790465?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4944832210942790465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/spider-and-fly_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4944832210942790465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4944832210942790465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/spider-and-fly_25.html' title='The Spider and the Fly'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2798143641835200078</id><published>2009-02-25T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:08:20.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hawk and the Hen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hawk flying about in the sky one day decided that he would like to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marry a hen whom he often saw on earth. He flew down and searched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until he found her, and then asked her to become his wife. She at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once gave her consent on the condition that he would wait until she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could grow wings like his, so that she might also fly high. The hawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agreed to this and flew away, after giving her a ring as an engagement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;present and telling her to take good care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hen was very proud of the ring and placed it around her neck. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next day, however, she met the cock who looked at her in astonishment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where did you get that ring? Do you not know that you promised to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be my wife? You must not wear the ring of anyone else. Throw it away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the hen threw away the beautiful ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long after this the hawk came down bringing beautiful feathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to dress the hen. When she saw him coming she was frightened and ran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to hide behind the door, but the hawk called to her to come and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beautiful dress he had brought her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hen came out, and the hawk at once saw that the ring was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where is the ring I gave you?" he asked. "Why do you not wear it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hen was frightened and ashamed to tell the truth so she answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, sir, yesterday when I was walking in the garden, I met a large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snake and he frightened me so that I ran as fast as I could to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house. Then I missed the ring and I searched everywhere but could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not find it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hawk looked sharply at the hen, and he knew that she was deceiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him. Then he said to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I did not believe that you could behave so badly. When you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found the ring I will come down again and make you my wife. But as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a punishment for breaking your promise, you must always scratch the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ground to look for the ring. And every chicken of yours that I find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall snatch away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he flew away, and ever since all the hens throughout the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been scratching to find the hawk's ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2798143641835200078?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2798143641835200078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/hawk-and-hen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2798143641835200078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2798143641835200078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/hawk-and-hen.html' title='The Hawk and the Hen'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4140551898466870842</id><published>2009-02-25T17:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:07:59.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Dogs Wag their Tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rich man in a certain town once owned a dog  and a cat, both of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which were very useful to him. The dog had served his master for many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years and had become so old that he had lost his teeth and was unable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fight any more, but he was a good guide and companion to the cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was strong and cunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The master had a daughter who was attending school at a convent some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;distance from home, and very often he sent the dog and the cat with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presents to the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day he called the faithful animals and bade them carry a magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ring to his daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are strong and brave," he said to the cat "You may carry the ring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you must be careful not to drop it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the dog he said: "You must accompany the cat to guide her and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep her from harm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They promised to do their best, and started out. All went well until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they came to a river. As there was neither bridge nor boat, there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was no way to cross but to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let me take the magic ring," said the dog as they were about to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plunge into the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, no," replied the cat, "the master gave it to me to carry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But you cannot swim well," argued the dog. "I am strong and can take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good care of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the cat refused to give up the ring until finally the dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;threatened to kill her, and then she reluctantly gave it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The river was wide and the water so swift that they grew very tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just before they reached the opposite bank the dog dropped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ring. They searched carefully, but could not find it anywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after a while they turned back to tell their master of the sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loss. Just before reaching the house, however, the dog was so overcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with fear that he turned and ran away and never was seen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cat went on alone, and when the master saw her coming he called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out to know why she had returned so soon and what had become of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;companion. The poor cat was frightened, but as well as she could she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;explained how the ring had been lost and how the dog had run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On hearing her story the master was very angry, and commanded that all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his people should search for the dog, and that it should be punished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by having its tail cut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also ordered that all the dogs in the world should join in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;search, and ever since when one dog meets another he says: "Are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old dog that lost the magic ring? If so, your tail must be cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off." Then immediately each shows his teeth and wags his tail to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prove that he is not the guilty one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, too, cats have been afraid of water and will not swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;across a river if they can avoid it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4140551898466870842?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4140551898466870842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-dogs-wag-their-tails_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4140551898466870842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4140551898466870842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-dogs-wag-their-tails_25.html' title='Why Dogs Wag their Tails'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1701004217410916695</id><published>2009-02-25T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:07:35.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mansumandig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a man said to his wife: "My wife, we are getting very poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I must go into business to earn some money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is a good idea," replied his wife. "How much capital have you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have twenty-five centavos," [165] answered the man; "and I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to buy rice and carry it to the mines, for I have heard that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it brings a good price there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he took his twenty-five centavos and bought a half-cavan of rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which he carried on his shoulder to the mine. Arriving there he told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people that he had rice for sale, and they asked eagerly how much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why, have you forgotten the regular price of rice?" asked the man. "It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is twenty-five centavos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They at once bought the rice, and the man was very glad because he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would not have to carry it any longer. He put the money in his belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and asked if they would like to buy any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," said they, "we will buy as many cavans as you will bring."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the man reached home his wife asked if he had been successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, my wife," he answered, "it is a very good business. I could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take the rice off my shoulder before the people came to buy it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, that is good," said the wife; "we shall become very rich."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning the man bought a half-cavan of rice the same as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and carried it to the mine and when they asked how much it would be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is the same as before--twenty-five centavos." He received the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How is the business today?" asked his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, it is the same as before," he said. "I could not take the rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off my shoulder before they came for it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so he went on with his business for a year, each day buying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a half-cavan of rice and selling it for the price he had paid for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. Then one day his wife said that they would balance accounts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she spread a mat on the floor and sat down on one side of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling her husband to sit on the opposite side. When she asked him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the money he had made during the year, he asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What money?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why, give me the money you have received," answered his wife;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and then we can see how much you have made."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, here it is," said the man, and he took the twenty-five centavos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of his belt and handed it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is that all you have received this year?" cried his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angrily. "Haven't you said that rice brought a good price at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mines?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is all," he replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How much did you pay for the rice?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Twenty-five centavos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How much did you receive for it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Twenty-five centavos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, my husband," cried his wife, "how can you make any gain if you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sell it for just what you paid for it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man leaned his head against the wall and thought. Ever since then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has been called "Mansumandig," a man who leans back and thinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the wife said, "Give me the twenty-five centavos, and I will try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make some money." So he handed it to her, and she said, "Now you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the field where the people are gathering hemp and buy twenty-five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;centavos worth for me, and I will weave it into cloth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mansumandig returned with the hemp she spread it in the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as soon as it was dry she tied it into a long thread and put it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the loom to weave. Night and day she worked on her cloth, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was finished she had eight varas. This she sold for twelve and a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half centavos a vara, and with this money she bought more hemp. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continued weaving and selling her cloth, and her work was so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that people were glad to buy from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of a year she again spread the mat on the floor and took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her place on one side of it, while her husband sat on the opposite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side. Then she poured the money out of the blanket in which she kept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it upon the mat. She held aside her capital, which was twenty-five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;centavos, and when she counted the remainder she found that she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had three hundred pesos. Mansumandig was greatly ashamed when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remembered that he had not made cent, and he leaned his head against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wall and thought After a while the woman pitied him, so she gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him the money and told him to buy carabao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was able to buy ten carabao and with these he plowed his fields. By&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raising good crops they were able to live comfortably all the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1701004217410916695?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1701004217410916695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mansumandig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1701004217410916695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1701004217410916695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mansumandig.html' title='Mansumandig'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1808653494311514571</id><published>2009-02-25T17:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:07:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virtue of the Cocoanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a man took his blow-gun [163]and his dog and went to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forest to hunt.  As he was making his way through the thick woods he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chanced upon a young cocoanut tree growing in the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first tree of this kind that he had ever seen, and it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seemed so peculiar to him that he stopped to look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he had gone some distance farther, his attention was attracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by a noisy bird in a tree, and he shot it with his blow-gun. By and by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he took aim at a large monkey, which mocked him from another treetop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that, too, fell dead at his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he heard his dog barking furiously in the distant bushes, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hastening to it he found it biting a wild pig. After a hard struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he killed the pig, and then, feeling satisfied with his success,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he took the three animals on his back and returned to the little plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have decided to take you home with me, little plant," he said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"for I like you and you may be of some use to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He dug up the plant very carefully and started home, but he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not gone far when he noticed that the leaves had begun to wilt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he did not know what to do, since he had no water. Finally, in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despair, he cut the throat of the bird and sprinkled the blood on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cocoanut. No sooner had he done this than the plant began to revive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he continued his journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before he had gone far, however, the leaves again began to wilt, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time he revived it with the blood of the monkey. Then he hastened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on, but a third time the leaves wilted, and he was compelled to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and revive it with the blood of the pig. This was his last animal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he made all the haste possible to reach home before his plant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;died. The cocoanut began to wilt again before he reached his house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when he planted it in the ground, it quickly revived, and grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into a tall tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hunter was the first man to take the liquor called tuba [164]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the cocoanut tree, and he and his friends began to drink it. After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had become very fond of it, the hunter said to his friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The cocoanut tree is like the three animals whose blood gave it life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it would have died. The man who drinks three or four cups of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuba becomes like the noisy bird that I shot with my blow-gun. One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who drinks more than three or four cups becomes like the big monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that acts silly; and one who becomes drunk is like the pig that sleeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even in a mud-hole."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1808653494311514571?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1808653494311514571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/virtue-of-cocoanut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1808653494311514571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1808653494311514571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/virtue-of-cocoanut.html' title='The Virtue of the Cocoanut'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5706209650761762142</id><published>2009-02-25T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:06:41.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years ago at the foot of a forest-covered hill was a small town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just above the town on the hillside was a little house in which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lived an old woman and her grandson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old woman, who was very industrious, earned their living by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;removing the seeds from cotton, and she always had near at hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a basket in which were cotton and a long stick that she used for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a spindle. The boy was lazy and would not do anything to help his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandmother, but every day went down to the town and gambled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, when he had been losing money, the boy went home and was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cross because his supper was not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am hurrying to get the seeds out of this cotton," said the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandmother, "and as soon as I sell it, I will buy us some food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this the boy fell into a rage, and he picked up some cocoanut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shells and threw them at his grandmother. Then she became angry and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to whip him with her spindle, when suddenly he was changed into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an ugly animal, and the cotton became hair which covered his body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the stick itself became his tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the boy found that he had become an ugly creature he ran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down into the town and began whipping his companions, the gamblers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with his tail, and immediately they were turned into animals like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the people would no longer have them in the town, but drove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them out. They went to the forest where they lived in the trees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ever since they have been known as monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5706209650761762142?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5706209650761762142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5706209650761762142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5706209650761762142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-monkey.html' title='The First Monkey'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3807268260455187062</id><published>2009-02-25T17:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:06:07.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun and the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Visayan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time the Sun and the Moon were married, and they had many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children who were the stars. The Sun was very fond of his children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whenever he tried to embrace any of them, he was so hot that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;burned them up. This made the Moon so angry that finally she forbade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him to touch them again, and he was greatly grieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day the Moon went down to the spring to do some washing, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she left she told the Sun that he must not touch any of their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children in her absence. When she returned, however, she found that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he had disobeyed her, and several of the children had perished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was very angry, and picked up a banana tree to strike him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whereupon he threw sand in her face, and to this day you can see the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dark marks on the face of the Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Sun started to chase her, and they have been going ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since. Sometimes he gets so near that he almost catches her, but she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escapes, and by and by she is far ahead again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3807268260455187062?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3807268260455187062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-moon_5742.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3807268260455187062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3807268260455187062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-moon_5742.html' title='The Sun and the Moon'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8881358122601921851</id><published>2009-02-25T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:05:42.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan Gathers Guavas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tagalog_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Juan's father sent him to get some ripe guavas, for a number of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the neighbors had come in and he wanted to give them something to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan went to the guava bushes and ate all the fruit he could hold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he decided to play a joke on his father's guests instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of giving them a feast of guavas. A wasp's nest hung near by. With&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some difficulty he succeeded in taking it down and putting it into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tight basket that he had brought for the fruit. He hastened home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and gave the basket to his father, and then as he left the room where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guests were seated he closed the door and fastened it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Juan's father opened the basket the wasps flew over the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;room; and when the people found the door locked they fought to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of the windows. After a while Juan opened the door, and when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw the swollen faces of the people, he cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What fine, rich guavas you must have had! They have made you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fat!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8881358122601921851?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8881358122601921851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-gathers-guavas_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8881358122601921851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8881358122601921851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-gathers-guavas_25.html' title='Juan Gathers Guavas'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4782549506764905979</id><published>2009-02-25T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:05:11.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Juan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tagalog_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan was always getting into trouble. He was a lazy boy, and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than that, he did not have good sense. When he tried to do things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he made such dreadful mistakes that he might better not have tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family grew very impatient with him, scolding and beating him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever he did anything wrong. One day his mother, who was almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discouraged with him, gave him a bolo [157] and sent him to the forest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for she thought he could at least cut firewood. Juan walked leisurely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along, contemplating some means of escape. At last he came to a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that seemed easy to cut, and then he drew his long knife and prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it happened that this was a magic tree and it said to Juan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you do not cut me I will give you a goat that shakes silver from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its whiskers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pleased Juan wonderfully, both because he was curious to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the goat, and because he would not have to chop the wood. He agreed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at once to spare the tree, whereupon the bark separated and a goat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stepped out. Juan commanded it to shake its whiskers, and when the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money began to drop he was so delighted that he took the animal and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started home to show his treasure to his mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way he met a friend who was more cunning than Juan, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he heard of the boy's rich goat he decided to rob him. Knowing Juan's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fondness for tuba [158], he persuaded him to drink, and while he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drunk, the friend substituted another goat for the magic one. As soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as he was sober again, Juan hastened home with the goat and told his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people of the wonderful tree, but when he commanded the animal to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shake its whiskers, no money fell out. The family, believing it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be another of Juan's tricks, beat and scolded the poor boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went back to the tree and threatened to cut it down for lying to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him, but the tree said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, do not cut me down and I will give you a net which you may cast on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dry ground, or even in the tree tops, and it will return full of fish."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Juan spared the tree and started home with his precious net, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way he met the same friend who again persuaded him to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuba. While he was drunk, the friend replaced the magic net with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a common one, so that when Juan reached home and tried to show his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;power, he was again the subject of ridicule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once more Juan went to his tree, this time determined to cut it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down. But the offer of a magic pot, always full of rice and spoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which provided whatever he wished to eat with his rice, dissuaded him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he started home happier than ever. Before reaching home, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he met with the same fate as before, and his folks, who were becoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired of his pranks, beat him harder than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoroughly angered, Juan sought the tree a fourth time and was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the point of cutting it down when once more it arrested his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;attention. After some discussion, he consented to accept a stick to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which he had only to say, "Boombye, Boomba," and it would beat and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kill anything he wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he met his friend on this trip, he was asked what he had and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, it is only a stick, but if I say 'Boombye, Boomba' it will beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you to death."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the sound of the magic words the stick leaped from his hands and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began beating his friend until he cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, stop it and I will give back everything that I stole from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you." Juan ordered the stick to stop, and then he compelled the man to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lead the goat and to carry the net and the jar and spoons to his home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Juan commanded the goat, and it shook its whiskers until his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother and brothers had all the silver they could carry. Then they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate from the magic jar and spoons until they were filled. And this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time Juan was not scolded. After they had finished Juan said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You have beaten me and scolded me all my life, and now you are glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to accept my good things. I am going to show you something else:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Boombye, Boomba'." Immediately the stick leaped out and beat them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all until they begged for mercy and promised that Juan should ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after be head of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that time Juan was rich and powerful, but he never went anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without his stick. One night, when some thieves came to his house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would have been robbed and killed had it not been for the magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words "Boombye, Boomba," which caused the death of all the robbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time after this he married a beautiful princess, and because of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kindness of the magic tree they always lived happily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4782549506764905979?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4782549506764905979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-of-juan_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4782549506764905979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4782549506764905979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-of-juan_25.html' title='The Adventures of Juan'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3676487880958100569</id><published>2009-02-25T17:03:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:04:14.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Benito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tagalog_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benito was an only son who lived with his father and mother in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little village. They were very poor, and as the boy grew older and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw how hard his parents struggled for their scanty living he often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreamed of a time when he might be a help to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening when they sat eating their frugal meal of rice the father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told about a young king who lived in a beautiful palace some distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from their village, and the boy became very much interested. That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night when the house was dark and quiet and Benito lay on his mat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to sleep, thoughts of the young king repeatedly came to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mind, and he wished he were a king that he and his parents might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spend the rest of their lives in a beautiful palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning he awoke with a new idea. He would go to the king and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask for work, that he might in that way be able to help his father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mother. He was a long time in persuading his parents to allow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him to go, however, for it was a long journey, and they feared that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the king might not be gracious. But at last they gave their consent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the boy started out The journey proved tiresome. After he reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the palace, he was not at first permitted to see the king. But the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy being very earnest at last secured a place as a servant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a new and strange world to Benito who had known only the life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a little village. The work was hard, but he was happy in thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that now he could help his father and mother. One day the king sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for him and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want you to bring to me a beautiful princess who lives in a land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;across the sea. Go at once, and if you fail you shall be punished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;severely,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy's heart sank within him, for he did not know what to do. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he answered as bravely as possible, "I will, my lord," and left the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;king's chamber. He at once set about preparing things for a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;journey, for he was determined to try at least to fulfil the command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all was ready Benito started. He had not gone far before he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came to a thick forest, where he saw a large bird bound tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, my friend," pleaded the bird, "please free me from these bonds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will help you whenever you call on me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benito quickly released the bird, and it flew away calling back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him that its name was Sparrow-hawk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benito continued his journey till he came to the sea. Unable to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a way of crossing, he stopped and gazed sadly out over the waters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking of the king's threat if he failed. Suddenly he saw swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toward him the King of the Fishes who asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you so sad?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish to cross the sea to find the beautiful Princess," answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, get on my back," said the Fish, "and I will carry you across."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Benito stepped on his back and was carried to the other shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon he met a strange woman who inquired what it was he sought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when he had told her she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Princess is kept in a castle guarded by giants. Take this magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sword, for it will kill instantly whatever it touches." And she handed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him the weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benito was more than grateful for her kindness and went on full of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope. As he approached the castle he could see that it was surrounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by many giants, and as soon as they saw him they ran out to seize him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they went unarmed for they saw that he was a mere boy. As they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;approached he touched those in front with his sword, and one by one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they fell dead. Then the others ran away in a panic, and left the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;castle unguarded. Benito entered, and when he had told the Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of his errand, she was only too glad to escape from her captivity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she set out at once with him for the palace of the king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the seashore the King of the Fishes was waiting for them, and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had no difficulty in crossing the sea and then in journeying through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thick forest to the palace, where they were received with great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rejoicing. After a time the King asked the Princess to become his wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will, O King, if you will get the ring I lost in the sea as I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crossing it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The King immediately thought of Benito, and sending for him he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commanded him to find the ring which had been lost on the journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the land of the giants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed a hopeless task to the boy, but, anxious to obey his master,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he started out. At the seaside he stopped and gazed over the waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until, to his great delight, he saw his friend, the King of the Fishes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swimming toward him. When he had been told of the boy's troubles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the great fish said: "I will see if I can help you," and he summoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all his subjects to him. When they came he found that one was missing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he sent the others in search of it. They found it under a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so full that it could not swim, and the larger ones took it by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tail and dragged it to the King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why did you not come when you were called?" inquired the King Fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have eaten so much that I cannot swim," replied the poor fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the King Fish, suspecting the truth, ordered it cut open,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and inside they found the lost ring. Benito was overjoyed at this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and expressing his great thanks, hastened with the precious ring to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The King, greatly pleased, carried the ring to the Princess and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now that I have your ring will you become my wife?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will be your wife," replied the Princess, "if you will find my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earring that I lost in the forest as I was journeying with Benito."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again the King sent for Benito, and this time he commanded him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find the earring. The boy was very weary from his long journeys, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no complaint he started out once more. Along the road through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thick forest he searched carefully, but with no reward. At last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired and discouraged, he sat down under a tree to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly there appeared before him a mouse of great size, and he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprised to find that it was the King of Mice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you so sad?" asked the King Mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because," answered the boy, "I cannot find an earring which the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess lost as we were going through the forest together."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will help you," said the Mouse, and he summoned all his subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they assembled it was found that one little mouse was missing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the King sent the others to look for him. In a small hole among&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bamboo trees they found him, and he begged to be left alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for, he said, he was so full that he could not walk. Nevertheless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they pulled him along to their master, who, upon finding that there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was something hard inside the mouse, ordered him cut open; and inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they found the missing earring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benito at once forgot his weariness, and after expressing his great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to the King Mouse he hastened to the palace with the prize. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King eagerly seized the earring and presented it to the Princess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again asking her to be his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, my King," replied the Princess, "I have one more request to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make. Only grant it and I will be your wife forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The King, believing that now with the aid of Benito he could grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything, inquired what it was she wished, and she replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get me some water from heaven and some from the lower world, and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall ask nothing more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once more the King called Benito and sent him on the hardest errand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy went out not knowing which way to turn, and while he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a deep study his weary feet led him to the forest. Suddenly he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought of the bird who had promised to help him, and he called,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sparrowhawk!" There was a rustle of wings, and the bird swooped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down. He told it of his troubles and it said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will get the water for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Benito made two light cups of bamboo which he fastened to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bird's legs, and it flew away. All day the boy waited in the forest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just as night was coming on the bird returned with both cups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full. The one on his right foot, he told Benito, was from heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that on his left was from the lower world. The boy unfastened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cups, and then, as he was thanking the bird, he noticed that the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;journey had been too much for it and that it was dying. Filled with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorrow for his winged friend, he waited and carefully buried it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he hastened to the palace with the precious water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Princess saw that her wish had been fulfilled she asked the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King to cut her in two and pour over her the water from heaven. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King was not able to do this, so she cut herself, and then as he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poured the water over her he beheld her grow into the most beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman he had ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eager to become handsome himself, the King then begged her to pour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over him the water from the other cup. He cut himself, and she did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as he requested, but immediately there arose a creature most ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and horrible to look upon, which soon vanished out of sight. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Princess called Benito and told him that because he had been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so faithful to his master and so kind to her, she chose him for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were married amid great festivities and became king and queen of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that broad and fertile land. During all the great rejoicing, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benito never forgot his parents. One of the finest portions of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kingdom he gave to them, and from that time they all lived in great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3676487880958100569?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3676487880958100569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-benito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3676487880958100569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3676487880958100569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-benito.html' title='The Story of Benito'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6395576482220449231</id><published>2009-02-25T17:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:03:49.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creation Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tagalog_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the world first began there was no land, but only the stea and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky, and between them was a kite. [154] One day the bird which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had nowhere to light grew tired of flying about, so she stirred up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sea until it threw its waters against the sky. The sky, in order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to restrain the sea, showered upon it many islands until it could no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;longer rise, but ran back and forth. Then the sky ordered the kite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to light on one of the islands to build her nest, and to leave the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sea and the sky in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now at this time the land breeze and the sea breeze were married,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they had a child which was a bamboo. One day when this bamboo was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;floating about on the water, it struck the feet of the kite which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was on the beach. The bird, angry that anything should strike it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pecked at the bamboo, and out of one section came a man and from the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the earthquake called on all the birds and fish to see what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should be done with these two, and it was decided that they should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marry. Many children were born to the couple, and from them came all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the different races of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while the parents grew very tired of having so many idle and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;useless children around, and they wished to be rid of them, but they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew of no place to send them to. Time went on and the children became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so numerous that the parents enjoyed no peace. One day, in desperation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the father seized a stick and began beating them on all sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This so frightened the children that they fled in different directions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeking hidden rooms in the house--some concealed themselves in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the walls, some ran outside, while others hid in the fireplace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and several fled to the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it happened that those who went into the hidden rooms of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house later became the chiefs of the Islands; and those who concealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;themselves in the walls became slaves. Those who ran outside were free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men; and those who hid in the fireplace became negroes; while those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who fled to the sea were gone many years, and when their children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came back they were the white people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6395576482220449231?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6395576482220449231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/creation-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6395576482220449231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6395576482220449231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/creation-story.html' title='The Creation Story'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2493873286208298397</id><published>2009-02-25T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:03:27.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Ilocano_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a queer little bamboo house in front of a big garden lived a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his wife all alone. They had always been kind and good to everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still they were not happy, because the child for which they longed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had never come to them. Each day for many years they had prayed for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a son or a daughter, but their prayers had been unanswered. Now that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were growing old they believed that they must always live alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the garden near their house this couple grew fine white squash,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as the vines bore the year around, they had never been in need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of food. One day, however, they discovered that no new squash had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;formed to take the place of those they had picked, and for the first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time in many seasons they had no vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day they examined the vines, and though the big, yellow flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continued to bloom and fade, no squash grew on the stems. Finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one morning after a long wait, the woman cried out with delight, for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had discovered a little green squash. After examining it, they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to let it ripen that they might have the seeds to plant. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eagerly watched it grow, and it became a beautiful white vegetable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but by the time it was large enough for food they were so hungry that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they decided to eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They brought a large knife and picked it, but scarcely had they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started to open it when a voice cried out from within, "Please be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;careful that you do not hurt me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man and woman stopped their work, for they thought that a spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must have spoken to them. But when the voice again called and begged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them to open the squash, they carefully opened it, and there inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a nice baby boy. [153] He could already stand alone and could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk. And the man and his wife were overjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presently the woman went to the spring for a jar of water, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she had brought it she spread a mat on the floor and began to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bathe the baby. As the drops of water fell off his body, they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;immediately changed to gold, so that when the bath was finished gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieces covered the mat. The couple had been so delighted to have the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby that it had seemed as if there was nothing more to wish for, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that the gold had come to them also they were happier than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning the woman gave the baby another bath, and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the water turned to gold. They now had enough money to build a large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house. The third morning she brought water for his bath again, but he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grew very sad and flew away. At the same time all the gold disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, and the man and his wife were left poor and alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2493873286208298397?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2493873286208298397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-squash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2493873286208298397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2493873286208298397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-squash.html' title='The White Squash'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-220563661672053769</id><published>2009-02-25T17:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:03:05.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Ilocano_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when a monkey was climbing a tree in the forest in which he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lived, he ran a thorn into his tail. Try as he would, he could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get it out, so he went to a barber in the town and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Friend Barber, I have a thorn in the end of my tail. Pull it out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will pay you well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The barber tried to pull out the thorn with his razor, but in doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he cut off the end of the tail. The monkey was very angry and cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Barber, Barber, give me back my tail, or give me your razor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The barber could not put back the end of the monkey's tail, so he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave him his razor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home the monkey met an old woman who was cutting wood for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuel, and he said to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grandmother, Grandmother, that is very hard. Use this razor and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will cut easily."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old woman was very pleased with the offer and began to cut with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;razor, but before she had used it long it broke. Then the monkey cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grandmother, Grandmother, you have broken my razor! You must get a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new one for me or else give me all the firewood."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old woman could not get a new razor so she gave him the firewood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey took the wood and was going back to town to sell it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he saw a woman sitting beside the road making cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grandmother, Grandmother," said he, "your wood is most gone; take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this of mine and bake more cakes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman took the wood and thanked him for his kindness, but when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last stick was burned, the monkey cried out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grandmother, Grandmother, you have burned up all my wood! Now you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must give me all your cakes to pay for it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old woman could not cut more dry wood at once, so she gave him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey took the cakes and started for the town, but on the way he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met a dog which bit him so that he died. And the dog ate all the cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-220563661672053769?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/220563661672053769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/220563661672053769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/220563661672053769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-monkey.html' title='The Story of a Monkey'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1485746024177600456</id><published>2009-02-25T17:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:02:40.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Presidente who had Horns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Ilocano_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there was a presidente [151] who was very unjust  to his people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one day he became so angry that he wished he had horns so that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he might frighten them. No sooner had he made this rash wish, than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horns began to grow on his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent for a barber who came to his house to cut his hair, and as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he worked the presidente asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do you see on my head?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I see nothing," answered the barber; for although he could see the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horns plainly, he was afraid to say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, however, the presidente put up his hands and felt the horns, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when he inquired again the barber told him that he had two horns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you tell anyone what you have seen, you shall be hanged," said the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presidente as the barber started away, and he was greatly frightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he reached home, the barber did not intend to tell anyone, for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was afraid; but as he thought of his secret more and more, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desire to tell someone became so strong that he knew he could not keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. Finally he went to the field and dug a hole under some bamboo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when the hole was large enough he crawled in and whispered that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the presidente had horns. He then climbed out, filled up the hole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by some people came along the road on their way to market,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as they passed the bamboo they stopped in amazement, for surely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a voice came from the trees, and it said that the presidente had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horns. These people hastened to market and told what they had heard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the people there went to the bamboo to listen to the strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voice. They informed others, and soon the news had spread all over the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;town. The councilmen were told, and they, too, went to the bamboo. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had heard the voice, they ran to the house of the presidente. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his wife said that he was ill and they could not see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time the horns had grown until they were one foot in length,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the presidente was so ashamed that he bade his wife tell the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people that he could not talk. She told this to the councilmen when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they came on the following day, but they replied that they must see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him, for they had heard that he had horns, and if this were true he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had no right to govern the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She refused to let them in, so they broke down the door. They saw the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horns on the head of the presidente and killed him. For, they said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was no better than an animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1485746024177600456?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1485746024177600456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidente-who-had-horns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1485746024177600456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1485746024177600456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidente-who-had-horns.html' title='The Presidente who had Horns'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8444021614103261882</id><published>2009-02-25T17:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:02:09.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poor Fisherman and His Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Ilocano_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many, many years ago a poor fisherman and his wife lived with their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three sons in a village by the sea. One day the old man set his snare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the water not far from his house, and at night when he went to look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at it, he found that he had caught a great white fish. This startled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old man very much, for he had never seen a fish like this before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it occurred to him that it was the priest of the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ran to his wife as fast as he could and cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My wife, I have caught the priest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?" said the old woman, terrified at the sight of her frightened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have caught the priest," said the old man again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hurried together to the river where the snare was set, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old woman saw the fish, she cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, it is not the priest but the governor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, it is the priest," insisted the old man, and they went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trembling with fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night neither of them was able to sleep for thought of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terrible thing that had happened and wondering what they should do. Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day was a great holiday in the town. At four o'clock in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning cannons were fired and bells rang loudly. The old man and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman, hearing all the noise and  not knowing the reason for it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought that their crime had been discovered, and the people were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching for them to punish them, so they set out as fast as they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could to hide in the woods. On and on they went, stopping only to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rest so as to enable them to resume their flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning they reached the woods near Pilar, where there also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a great holiday, and the sexton was ringing the bells to call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people to mass. As soon as the old man and woman heard the bells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they thought the people there had been notified of their escape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that they, too, were trying to catch them. So they turned and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they reached their house, the three sons came home with their one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horse and tied it to the trunk of the caramay tree. Presently the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bells began to ring again, for it was twelve o'clock at noon. Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking what time of day it was, the old man and woman ran out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of doors in terror, and seeing the horse jumped on its back with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the intention of riding to the next town before anyone could catch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them. When they had mounted they began to whip the horse. In their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haste, they had forgotten to untie the rope which was around the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trunk of the caramay tree. As the horse pulled at the rope fruit fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the tree upon the old man and woman. Believing they were shot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were so frightened that they died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8444021614103261882?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8444021614103261882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-fisherman-and-his-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8444021614103261882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8444021614103261882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-fisherman-and-his-wife.html' title='The Poor Fisherman and His Wife'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6532835471554264429</id><published>2009-02-25T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:01:46.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey and the Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Ilocano_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A monkey, looking very sad and dejected, was walking along the bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the river one day when he met a turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How are you?" asked the turtle, noticing that he looked sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey replied, "Oh, my friend, I am very hungry. The squash of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Farmer were all taken by the other monkeys, and now I am about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to die from want of food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not be discouraged," said the turtle; "take a bolo and follow me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we will steal some banana plants."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they walked along together until they found some nice plants which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they dug up, and then they looked for a place to set them. Finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the monkey climbed a tree and planted his in it, but as the turtle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not climb he dug a hole in the ground and set his there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When their work was finished they went away, planning what they should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do with their crop. The monkey said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When my tree bears fruit, I shall sell it and have a great deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the turtle said: "When my tree bears fruit, I shall sell it and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy three varas of cloth to wear in place of this cracked shell."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks later they went back to the place to see their plants and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found that that of the monkey was dead, for its roots had had no soil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the tree, but that of the turtle was tall and bearing fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will climb to the top so that we can get the fruit," said the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monkey. And he sprang up the tree, leaving the poor turtle on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ground alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Please give me some to eat," called the turtle, but the monkey threw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him only a green one and ate all the ripe ones himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he had eaten all the good bananas, the monkey stretched his arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around the tree and went to sleep. The turtle, seeing this, was very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angry and considered how he might punish the thief. Having decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a scheme, he gathered some sharp bamboo which he stuck all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under the tree, and then he exclaimed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Crocodile is coming! Crocodile is coming!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey was so startled at the cry that he fell upon the sharp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bamboo and was killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the turtle cut the dead monkey into pieces, put salt on it, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dried it in the sun. The next day, he went to the mountains and sold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his meat to other monkeys who gladly gave him squash in return. As&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was leaving them he called back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lazy fellows, you are now eating your own body; you are now eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your own body."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the monkeys ran and caught him and carried him to their own home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let us take a hatchet," said one old monkey, "and cut him into very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;small pieces."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the turtle laughed and said: "That is just what I like, I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been struck with a hatchet many times. Do you not see the black scars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my shell?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one of the other monkeys said: "Let us throw him into the water,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this the turtle cried and begged them to spare his life, but they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paid no heed to his pleadings and threw him into the water. He sank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the bottom, but very soon came up with a lobster. The monkeys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were greatly surprised at this and begged him to tell them how to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;catch lobsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I tied one end of a string around my waist," said the turtle. "To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other end of the string I tied a stone so that I would sink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkeys immediately tied strings around themselves as the turtle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said, and when all was ready they plunged into the water never to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to this day monkeys do not like to eat meat, because they remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ancient story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6532835471554264429?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6532835471554264429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/monkey-and-turtle_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6532835471554264429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6532835471554264429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/monkey-and-turtle_25.html' title='The Monkey and the Turtle'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4264869126582155703</id><published>2009-02-25T17:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:01:18.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Bantugan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Moro_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the Spaniards occupied the island of Mindanao,  there lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the valley of the Rio Grande a very strong man, Bantugan, whose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father was the brother of the earthquake and thunder. [146]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the Sultan of the Island [147] had a beautiful daughter whom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bantugan wished to marry, but the home of the Sultan was far off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and whoever went to carry Bantugan's proposal would have a long and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hazardous journey. All the head men consulted together regarding who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should be sent, and at last it was decided that Bantugan's own son,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balatama, was the one to go. Balatama was young but he was strong and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brave, and when the arms of his father were given him to wear on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long journey his heart swelled with pride. More than once on the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, his courage was tried, and only the thought of his brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father gave him strength to proceed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once he came to a wooden fence which surrounded a stone in the form of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man, and as it was directly in his path he drew his fighting knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut down the fence. Immediately the air became as black as night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stones rained down as large as houses. This made Balatama cry, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he protected himself with his father's shield and prayed, calling on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the winds from the homeland until they came and cleared the air again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thereupon Balatama encountered a great snake [148] in the road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it inquired his errand. When told, the snake said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You cannot go on, for I am guard of this road and no one can pass."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The animal made a move to seize him, but with one stroke of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting knife the boy cut the snake into two pieces, one of which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he threw into the sea and the other into the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many days the weary lad came to a high rock in the road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which glistened in the sunlight. From the top he could look down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the city for which he was bound. It was a splendid place with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten harbors. Standing out from the other houses was one of crystal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and another of pure gold. Encouraged by this sight he went on, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though it seemed but a short distance, it was some time before he at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last stood at the gate of the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not long after this, however, before Balatama had made known his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;errand to the Sultan, and that monarch, turning to his courtiers, said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You, my friends, decide whether or not I shall give the hand of my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daughter to Bantugan in marriage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The courtiers slowly shook their heads and began to offer objections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said one, "I do not see how Bantugan can marry the Sultan's daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the first gift must be a figure of a man or woman in pure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gold."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well," said the son of Bantugan, "I am here to learn what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to say whether or not it can be given."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a second man spoke: "You must give a great yard with a floor of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gold, which must be three feet thick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All this can be given," answered the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the sister of the Princess said: "The gifts must be as many as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blades of grass in our city."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It shall be granted," said Balatama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You must give a bridge built of stone to cross the great river,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another: "A ship of stone you must give, and you must change into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gold all the cocoanuts and leaves in the Sultan's grove."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All this can be done," said Balatama. "My uncles will give all save&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the statue of gold, and that I shall give myself. But first I must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to my father's town to secure it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this they were angry and declared that he had made sport of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and unless he produced the statue at once they would kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If I give you the statue now," said he, "there will come dreadful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;storms, rain, and darkness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they only laughed at him and insisted on having the statue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he reached in his helmet and drew it forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately the earth began to quake. A great storm arose, and stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as large as houses rained until the Sultan called to Balatama to put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back the statue lest they all be killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You would not believe what I told you," said the boy; "and now I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to let the storm continue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Sultan begged him and promised that Bantugan might marry his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daughter with no other gifts at all save the statue of gold. Balatama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put back the statue into his helmet, and the air became calm again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the great relief of the Sultan and his courtiers. Then Balatama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepared to return home, promising that Bantugan would come in three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;months for the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All went well with the boy on the way home until he came to the fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surrounding the stone in the form of a man, and there he was detained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and compelled to remain four months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about this time a Spanish general heard that Bantugan was preparing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to marry the Sultan's daughter, whom he determined to wed himself. A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great expedition was prepared, and he with all his brothers embarked on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his large warship which was followed by ten thousand other ships. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the Sultan's city, and their number was so great that they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled the harbor, frightening the people greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the General's brother disembarked and came to the house of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sultan. He demanded the Princess for the General, saying that if the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;request were refused, the fleet would destroy the city and all its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people. The Sultan and his courtiers were so frightened that they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to give his daughter to the General, the next full moon being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the date set for the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime Bantugan had been preparing everything for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marriage which he expected to take place at the appointed time. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the days went by and Balatama did not return, they became alarmed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fearing he was dead. After three months had passed, Bantugan prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great expedition to go in search of his son, and the great warship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was decorated with flags of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they came in sight of the Sultan's city, they saw the Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fleet in the harbor, and one of his brothers advised Bantugan not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to enter until the Spaniards left They then brought their ship to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anchor. But all were disappointed that they could not go farther, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one said, "Why do we not go on? Even if the blades of grass turn into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spaniards we need not fear." Another said: "Why do we fear? Even if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cannon-balls come like rain, we can always fight." Finally some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to return to their homes and Bantugan said: "No, let us seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my son. Even though we must enter the harbor where the Spaniards are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let us continue our search." So at his command the anchors were lifted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they sailed into the harbor where the Spanish fleet lay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now at this very time the Spanish general and his brother were with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Sultan, intending to call upon the Princess. As the brother talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with one of the sisters of the Princess they moved toward the window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and looking down they saw Bantugan's ships entering the harbor. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not tell whose flags the ships bore. Neither could the Sultan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he was called. Then he sent his brother to bring his father who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a very old man, to see if he could tell. The father was kept in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little dark room by himself that he might not get hurt, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sultan said to his brother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If he is so bent with age that he cannot see, talk, or walk, tickle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him in the ribs and that will make him young again; and, my Brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carry him here yourself lest one of the slaves should let him fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he should hurt himself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the old man was brought, and when he looked out upon the ships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he saw that the flags were those of the father of Bantugan who had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been a great friend of his in his youth. And he told them that he and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bantugan's father years ago had made a contract that their children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and children's children should intermarry, and now since the Sultan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had promised his daughter to two people, he foresaw that great trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would come to the land. Then the Sultan said to the General:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here are two claimants to my daughter's hand. Go aboard your ships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you and Bantugan make war on each other, and the victor shall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have my daughter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Spaniards opened fire upon Bantugan, and for three days the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earth was so covered with smoke from the battle that neither could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see his enemy. Then the Spanish general said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I cannot see Bantugan or the fleet anywhere, so let us go and claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Princess."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Sultan said: "We must wait until the smoke rises to make sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Bantugan is gone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the smoke rose, the ships of Bantugan were apparently unharmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the Sultan said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bantugan has surely won, for his fleet is uninjured while yours is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;badly damaged. You have lost."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," said the General, "we will fight it out on dry land."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they both landed their troops and their cannon, and a great fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took place, and soon the ground was covered with dead bodies. And the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sultan commanded them to stop, as the women and children in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were being killed by the cannon-balls, but the General said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you give your daughter to Bantugan we shall fight forever or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until we die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Sultan sent for Bantugan and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We must deceive the Spaniard in order to get him to go away. Let us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell him that neither of you will marry my daughter, and then after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has gone, we shall have the wedding."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bantugan agreed to this, and word was sent to the Spaniards that the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting must cease since many women and children were being killed. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was agreed between the Spaniard and Bantugan that neither of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should marry the Princess. Then they both sailed away to their homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bantugan soon returned, however, and married the Princess, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way back to his home they found his son and took him with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them. For about a week the Spanish general sailed toward his home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he, too, turned about to go back, planning to take the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess by force. When he found that she had already been carried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away by Bantugan, his wrath knew no bounds. He destroyed the Sultan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his city, and all its people. And then he sailed away to prepare a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great expedition with which he should utterly destroy Bantugan and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his country as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning Bantugan looked out and saw at the mouth of the Rio Grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the enormous fleet of the Spaniards whose numbers were so great that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in no direction could the horizon be seen. His heart sank within him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for he knew that he and his country were doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though he could not hope to win in a fight against such great numbers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called his headmen together and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My Brothers, the Christian dogs have come to destroy the land. We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot successfully oppose them, but in the defense of the fatherland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the great warship was again prepared, and all the soldiers of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam embarked, and then with Bantugan standing at the bow they sailed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forth to meet their fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fighting was fast and furious, but soon the great warship of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bantugan filled with water until at last it sank, drawing with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hundreds of the Spanish ships. And then a strange thing happened. At&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the very spot where Bantugan's warship sank, there arose from the sea a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great island which you can see today not far from the mouth of the Rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grande. It is covered with bongo palms, and deep within its mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live Bantugan and his warriors. A Moro sailboat passing this island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is always scanned by Bantugan's watchers, and if it contains women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such as he admires, they are snatched from their seats and carried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep into the heart of the mountain. For this reason Moro women fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even to sail near the island of Bongos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the wife of Bantugan saw that her husband was no more and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his warship had been destroyed, she gathered together the remaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warriors and set forth herself to avenge him. In a few hours her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ship was also sunk, and in the place where it sank there arose the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountain of Timaco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this thickly wooded island are found white monkeys, the servants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the Princess, who still lives in the center of the mountain. On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a quiet day high up on the mountain side one can hear the chanting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and singing of the waiting-girls of the wife of Bantugan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4264869126582155703?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4264869126582155703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-bantugan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4264869126582155703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4264869126582155703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-bantugan.html' title='The Story of Bantugan'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8419077422170778450</id><published>2009-02-25T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:00:49.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology of Mindanao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Moro_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long, long time ago Mindanao was covered with water, and the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;extended over all the lowlands so that nothing could be seen but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountains. Then there were many people living in the country, and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the highlands were dotted with villages and settlements. For many years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people prospered, living in peace and contentment. Suddenly there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;appeared in the land four horrible monsters which, in a short time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had devoured every human being they could find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurita, a terrible creature with many limbs, lived partly on land and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;partly in the sea, but its favorite haunt was the mountain where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rattan grew; and here it brought utter destruction on every living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing. The second monster, Tarabusaw, an ugly creature in the form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a man, lived on Mt. Matutun, and far and wide from that place he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devoured the people, laying waste the land. The third, an enormous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bird called Pah, [142] was so large that when on the wing it covered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sun and brought darkness to the earth. Its egg was as large as a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house. Mt. Bita was its haunt, and there the only people who escaped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its voracity were those who hid in caves in the mountains. The fourth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monster was a dreadful bird also, having seven heads and the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see in all directions at the same time. Mt. Gurayn was its home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like the others it wrought havoc in its region.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So great was the death and destruction caused by these terrible animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that at length the news spread even to the most distant lands, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all nations were grieved to hear of the sad fate of Mindanao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now far across the sea in the land of the golden sunset was a city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so great that to look at its many people would injure the eyes of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man. When tidings of these great disasters reached this distant city,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heart of the king Indarapatra [143] was filled with compassion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he called his brother, Sulayman, [144] begging him to save the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;land of Mindanao from the monsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sulayman listened to the story, and as he heard he was moved with pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will go," said he, zeal and enthusiasm adding to his strength,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"and the land shall be avenged."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Indarapatra, proud of his brother's courage, gave him a ring and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sword as he wished him success and safety. Then he placed a young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sapling by his window [145] and said to Sulayman:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"By this tree I shall know your fate from the time you depart from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here, for if you live, it will live; but if you die, it will die also."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sulayman departed for Mindanao, and he neither walked nor used a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boat, but he went through the air and landed on the mountain where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rattan grew. There he stood on the summit and gazed about on all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sides. He looked on the land and the villages, but he could see no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living thing. And he was very sorrowful and cried out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Alas, how pitiful and dreadful is this devastation!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sooner had Sulayman uttered these words than the whole mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to move, and then shook. Suddenly out of the ground came the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horrible creature, Kurita. It sprang at the man and sank its claws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into his flesh. But Sulayman, knowing at once that this was the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scourge of the land, drew his sword and cut the Kurita to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encouraged by his first success, Sulayman went on to Mt. Matutun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where conditions were even worse. As he stood on the heights viewing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the great devastation  there was a noise in the forest and a movement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the trees. With a loud yell, forth leaped Tarabusaw. For a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they looked at each other, neither showing any fear. Then Tarabusaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;threatened to devour the man, and Sulayman declared that he would kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the monster. At that the animal broke large branches off the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and began striking at Sulayman who, in turn, fought back. For a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time the battle continued until at last the monster fell exhausted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the ground and then Sulayman killed him with his sword.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next place visited by Sulayman was Mt. Bita. Here havoc was present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere, and though he passed by many homes, not a single soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was left. As he walked along, growing sadder at each moment, a sudden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darkness which startled him fell over the land. As he looked toward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky he beheld a great bird descending upon him. Immediately he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;struck at it, cutting off its wing with his sword, and the bird fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead at his feet; but the wing fell on Sulayman, and he was crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now at this very time King Indarapatra was sitting at his window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and looking out he saw the little tree wither and dry up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Alas!" he cried, "my brother is dead"; and he wept bitterly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then although he was very sad, he was filled with a desire for revenge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and putting on his sword and belt he started for Mindanao in search&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He, too, traveled through the air with great speed until he came to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mountain where the rattan grew. There he looked about, awed at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the great destruction, and when he saw the bones of Kurita he knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that his brother had been there and gone. He went on till he came to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matutun, and when he saw the bones of Tarabusaw he knew that this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too, was the work of Sulayman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still searching for his brother, he arrived at Mt. Bita where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead bird lay on the ground, and as he lifted the severed wing he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beheld the bones of Sulayman with his sword by his side. His grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now so overwhelmed Indarapatra that he wept for some time. Upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking up he beheld a small jar of water by his side. This he knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been sent from heaven, and he poured the water over the bones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Sulayman came to life again. They greeted each other and talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long together. Sulayman declared that he had not been dead but asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and their hearts were full of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time Sulayman returned to his distant home, but Indarapatra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continued his journey to Mt. Gurayn where he killed the dreadful bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the seven heads. After these monsters had all been destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and peace and safety had been restored to the land, Indarapatra began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching everywhere to see if some of the people might not be hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the earth still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day during his search he caught sight of a beautiful woman at a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;distance. When he hastened toward her she disappeared through a hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the ground where she was standing. Disappointed and tired, he sat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down on a rock to rest, when, looking about, he saw near him a pot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of uncooked rice with a big fire on the ground in front of it. This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revived him and he proceeded to cook the rice. As he did so, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he heard someone laugh near by, and turning he beheld an old woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching him. As he greeted her, she drew near and talked with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while he ate the rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the people in the land, the old woman told him, only a very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;few were still alive, and they hid in a cave in the ground from whence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they never ventured. As for herself and her old husband, she went on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had hidden in a hollow tree, and this they had never dared leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until after Sulayman killed the voracious bird, Pah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Indarapatra's earnest request, the old woman led him to the cave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where he found the headman with his family and some of his people. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all gathered about the stranger, asking many questions, for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the first they had heard about the death of the monsters. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they found what Indarapatra had done for them, they were filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with gratitude, and to show their appreciation the headman gave his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daughter to him in marriage, and she proved to be the beautiful girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom Indarapatra had seen at the mouth of the cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the people all came out of their hiding-place and returned to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their homes where they lived in peace and happiness. And the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;withdrew from the land and gave the lowlands to the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8419077422170778450?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8419077422170778450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mythology-of-mindanao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8419077422170778450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8419077422170778450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mythology-of-mindanao.html' title='Mythology of Mindanao'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1914749144913108079</id><published>2009-02-25T16:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:00:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Widow's Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Subanun_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a little house at the edge of a village lived a widow with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only son, and they were very happy together. The son was kind to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother, and they made their living by growing rice in clearings on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mountain side and by hunting wild pig in the forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One evening when their supply of meat was low, the boy said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mother, I am going to hunt pig in the morning, and I wish you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepare rice for me before daylight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the widow rose early and cooked the rice, and at dawn the boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started out with his spear and dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some distance from the village, he entered the thick forest. He walked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on and on, ever on the lookout for game, but none appeared. At last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he had traveled far and the sun was hot, he sat down on a rock to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rest and took out his brass box [138] to get a piece of betel-nut. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepared the nut and leaf for chewing, and as he did so he wondered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why it was that he had been so unsuccessful that day. But even as he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pondered he heard his dog barking sharply, and cramming the betel-nut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into his mouth he leaped up and ran toward the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he drew near he could see that the game was a fine large pig,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all black save its four legs which were white. He lifted his spear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and took aim, but before he could throw the pig started to run,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and instead of going toward a water course it ran straight up the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountain. The boy went on in hot pursuit, and when the pig paused he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again took aim, but before he could throw it ran on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six times the pig stopped just long enough for the boy to take aim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then started on before he could throw. The seventh time, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it halted on the top of a large flat rock and the boy succeeded in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;killing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tied its legs together with a piece of rattan and was about to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start for home with the pig on his back, when to his surprise a door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the large stone swung open and a man stepped out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why have you killed my master's pig?" asked the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I did not know that this pig belonged to anyone," replied the widow's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;son. "I was hunting, as I often do, and when my dog found the pig I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helped him to catch it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come in and see my master," said the man, and the boy followed him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the stone where he found himself in a large room. The ceiling and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;floor were covered with peculiar cloth that had seven wide stripes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of red alternating with a like number of yellow stripes. When the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;master of the place appeared his trousers were of seven colors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[139] as were also his jacket and the kerchief about his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The master ordered betel-nut, and when it was brought they chewed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together. Then he called for wine, and it was brought in a jar so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;large that it had to be set on the ground under the house, and even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the top came so high above the floor that they brought a seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the widow's son, and it raised him just high enough to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the reed in the top of the jar. He drank seven cups of wine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then they ate rice and fish and talked together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The master did not blame the boy for killing the pig, and declared that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wished to make a brother of him. So they became friends, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy remained seven days in the stone. At the end of that time, he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he must return to his mother who would be worried about him. In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the early morning he left the strange house and started for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first he walked briskly, but as the morning wore on he went more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly, and finally when the sun was high he sat down on a rock to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rest. Suddenly looking up, he saw before him seven men each armed with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a spear, a shield, and a sword. They were dressed in different colors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and each man had eyes the same color as his clothes. The leader, who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was dressed all in red with red eyes to match, spoke first, asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boy where he was going. The boy replied that he was going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to his mother who would be looking for him, and added:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now I ask where you are going, all armed ready for war."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are warriors," replied the man in red. "And we go up and down the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world killing whatever we see that has life. Now that we have met you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we must kill you also."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy, startled by this strange speech, was about to answer when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heard a voice near him say: "Fight, for they will try to kill you,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and upon looking up he saw his spear, shield, and sword which he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left at home. Then he knew that the command came from a spirit, so he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took his weapons and began to fight. For three days and nights they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contended, and never before had the seven seen one man so brave. On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fourth day the leader was wounded and fell dead, and then, one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by one, the other six fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they were all killed, the widow's son was so crazed with fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he thought no longer of returning home, but started out to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more to slay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his wanderings he came to the home of a great giant whose house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was already full of the men he had conquered in battle, and he called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up from outside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is the master of the house at home? If he is, let him come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This threw the giant into a rage, and seizing his shield and his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spear, the shaft of which was the trunk of a tree, he sprang to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;door and leaped to the ground, not waiting to go down the notched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pole which served for steps. He looked around for his antagonist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seeing only the widow's son he roared:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where is the man that wants to fight? That thing? It is only a fly!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy did not stop to answer, but rushed at the giant with his knife;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for three days and nights they struggled, till the giant fell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wounded at the waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that the widow's son stopped only long enough to burn the giant's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house, and then rushed on looking for someone else to slay. Suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he again heard the voice which had bade him fight with the seven men,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this time it said: "Go home now, for your mother is grieved at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your absence." In a rage he sprang forward with his sword, though he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could see no enemy. Then the spirit which had spoken to him made him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep for a short time. When he awoke the rage was spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again the spirit appeared, and it said: "The seven men whom you killed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were sent to kill you by the spirit of the great stone, for he looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your hand and saw that you were to marry the orphan girl whom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he himself wished to wed. But you have conquered. Your enemies are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead. Go home now and prepare a great quantity of wine, for I shall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring your enemies to life again, and you will all live in peace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the widow's son went home, and his mother, who had believed him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead, was filled with joy at his coming, and all the people in the town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came out to welcome him. When he had told them his story, they hastened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get wine, and all day they bore jarsful to the widow's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night there was a great feast, and the spirit of the great stone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his seven warriors, the friendly spirit, and the giant all came. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;widow's son married the orphan girl, while another beautiful woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became the wife of the spirit of the stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1914749144913108079?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1914749144913108079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/widows-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1914749144913108079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1914749144913108079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/widows-son.html' title='The Widow&apos;s Son'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8223315431912415260</id><published>2009-02-25T16:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:59:49.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun and the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Mandaya_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sun and the Moon were married, but the Sun was very ugly and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quarrelsome. One day he became angry at the Moon and started to chase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her. She ran very fast until she was some distance ahead of him, when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she grew tired and he almost caught her. Ever since he has been chasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her, at times almost reaching her, and again falling far behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first child of the Sun and Moon was a large star, and he was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man. One time the Sun, becoming angry at the star, cut him up into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;small pieces and scattered him over the whole sky just as a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scatters rice, and ever since there have been many stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another child of the Sun and Moon was a gigantic crab. [135] He still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lives and is so powerful that every time he opens and closes his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a flash of lightning. Most of the time the crab lives in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a large hole in the bottom of the sea, and when he is there we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high tide; but when he leaves the hole, the waters rush in and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is low tide. His moving about also causes great waves on the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crab is quarrelsome like his father; and he sometimes becomes so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angry with his mother, the Moon, that he tries to swallow her. [136]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the people on earth, who are fond of the Moon, see the crab near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her, they run out of doors and shout and beat on gongs until he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frightened away, and thus the Moon is saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8223315431912415260?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8223315431912415260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-moon_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8223315431912415260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8223315431912415260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-moon_25.html' title='The Sun and the Moon'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8716213913879271360</id><published>2009-02-25T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:59:28.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Children of the Limokon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Mandaya_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the very early days before there were any people on the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the limokon (a kind of dove) [134] were very powerful and could talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like men though they looked like birds. One limokon laid two eggs, one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the mouth of the Mayo River and one farther up its course. After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some time these eggs hatched, and the one at the mouth of the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became a man, while the other became a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man lived alone on the bank of the river for a long time, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was very lonely and wished many times for a companion. One day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he was crossing the river something was swept against his legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with such force that it nearly caused him to drown. On examining it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he found that it was a hair, and he determined to go up the river and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find whence it came. He traveled up the stream, looking on both banks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until finally he found the woman, and he was very happy to think that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last he could have a companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were married and had many children, who are the Mandaya still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living along the Mayo River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8716213913879271360?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8716213913879271360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/children-of-limokon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8716213913879271360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8716213913879271360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/children-of-limokon.html' title='The Children of the Limokon'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6763488113443528928</id><published>2009-02-25T16:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:59:02.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bilaan_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning there were four beings, [131] and they lived on an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;island no larger than a hat. On this island there were no trees or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grass or any other living thing besides these four people and one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bird. [132] One day they sent this bird out across the waters to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see what he could find, and when he returned he brought some earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a piece of rattan, and some fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melu, the greatest of the four, took the soil and shaped it and beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it with a paddle in the same manner in which a woman shapes pots of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clay, and when he finished he had made the earth. Then he planted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the seeds from the fruit, and they grew until there was much rattan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and many trees bearing fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four beings watched the growth for a long time and were well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pleased with the work, but finally Melu said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Of what use is this earth and all the rattan and fruit if there are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no people?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the others replied, "Let us make some people out of wax."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they took some wax and worked long, fashioning it into forms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when they brought them to the fire the wax melted, and they saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that men could not be made in that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next they decided to try to use dirt in making people, and Melu and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of his companions began working on that. All went well till they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were ready to make the noses. The companion, who was working on that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part, put them on upside down. Melu told him that the people would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drown if he left them that way, but he refused to change them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When his back was turned, however, Melu seized the noses, one by one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and turned them as they now are. But he was in such a hurry that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pressed his finger at the root, and it left a mark in the soft clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which you can still see on the faces of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6763488113443528928?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6763488113443528928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6763488113443528928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6763488113443528928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4775569491850435905</id><published>2009-02-25T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:58:42.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bilaan_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the very beginning there lived a being so large that he can not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be compared with any known thing. His name was Melu, [129] and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sat on the clouds, which were his home, he occupied all the space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above. His teeth were pure gold, and because he was very cleanly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and continually rubbed himself with his hands, his skin became pure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;white. The dead skin which he rubbed off his body [130] was placed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on one side in a pile, and by and by this pile became so large that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was annoyed and set himself to consider what he could do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally Melu decided to make the earth; so he worked very hard in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;putting the dead skin into shape, and when it was finished he was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pleased with it that he determined to make two beings like himself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though smaller, to live on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the remnants of the material left after making the earth he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fashioned two men but just as they were all finished except their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noses, Tau Tana from below the earth appeared and wanted to help him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melu did not wish any assistance, and a great argument ensued. Tau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tana finally won his point and made the noses which he placed on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people upside down. When all was finished, Melu and Tau Tana whipped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the forms until they moved. Then Melu went to his home above the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clouds, and Tau Tana returned to his place below the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All went well until one day a great rain came, and the people on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earth nearly drowned from the water which ran off their heads into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their noses. Melu, from his place on the clouds, saw their danger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he came quickly to earth and saved their lives by turning their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noses the other side up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people were very grateful to him, and promised to do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he should ask of them. Before he left for the sky, they told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they were very unhappy living on the great earth all alone, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he told them to save all the hair from their heads and the dry skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from their bodies and the next time he came he would make them some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;companions. And in this way there came to be a great many people on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4775569491850435905?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4775569491850435905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4775569491850435905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4775569491850435905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-creation.html' title='The Story of the Creation'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3982547799438056515</id><published>2009-02-25T16:57:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:58:22.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bagobo_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after people were created on the earth, there was born a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;named Lumabet, who lived to be a very, very old man. He could talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he was but one day old, and all his life he did wonderful things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until the people came to believe that he had been sent by Manama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Great Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Lumabet was still a young man he had a fine dog, and he enjoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing so much as taking him to the mountains to hunt. One day the dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noticed a white deer. Lumabet and his companions started in pursuit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the deer was very swift and they could not catch it. On and on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they went until they had gone around the world, and still the deer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was ahead. One by one his companions dropped out of the chase, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumabet would not give up until he had the deer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the time he had but one banana and one camote (sweet potato)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for food, but each night he planted the skins of these, and in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning he found a banana tree with ripe fruit and a sweet potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;large enough to eat. So he kept on until he had been around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nine times, and he was an old man and his hair was gray. At last he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught the deer, and then he called all the people to a great feast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see the animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While all were making merry, Lumabet told them to take a knife and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kill his father. They were greatly surprised, but did as he commanded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when the old man was dead, Lumabet waved his headband over him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he came to life again. Eight times they killed the old man at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumabet's command, and the eighth time he was small like a little boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for each time they had cut off some of his flesh. They all wondered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very much at Lumabet's power, and they were certain that he was a god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning some spirits came to talk with Lumabet, and after they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had gone he called the people to come into his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We cannot all come in," said the people, "for your house is small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we are many."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There is plenty of room," said he; so all went in and to their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprise it did not seem crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he told the people that he was going on a long journey and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all who believed he had great power could go with him, while all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who remained behind would be changed into animals and buso. [125]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He started out, many following him, and it was as he said. For those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that refused to go were immediately changed into animals and buso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He led the people far away across the ocean to a place where the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sky meet. When they arrived they saw that the sky moved up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and down like a man opening and closing his jaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sky, you must go up," commanded Lumabet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sky would not obey. So the people could not go through. Finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumabet promised the sky that if he would let all the others through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he might have the last man who tried to pass. Agreeing to this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky opened and the people entered. But when near the last the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sky shut down so suddenly that he caught not only the last man but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also the long knife of the man before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that same day, Lumabet's son, who was hunting, did not know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his father had gone to the sky. When he was tired of the chase, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to go to his father, so he leaned an arrow against a baliti tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sat down on it. Slowly it began to go down and carried him to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father's place, but when he arrived he could find no people. He looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here and there and could find nothing but a gun made of gold. [126]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made him very sorrowful and he did not know what to do until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some white bees which were in the house said to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You must not weep, for we can take you to the sky where your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he did as they bade, and rode on the gun, and the bees flew away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with him, until in three days they reached the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, although most of the men who followed Lumabet were content to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live in the sky, there was one who was very unhappy, and all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kept looking down on the land below. The spirits made fun of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wanted to take out his intestines so that he would be like them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and never die, but he was afraid and always begged to be allowed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally Manama told the spirits to allow him to go, so they made a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chain of the leaves of the karan grass and tied it to his legs. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they let him down slowly head first, and when he reached the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was no longer a man but an owl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3982547799438056515?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3982547799438056515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/lumabet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3982547799438056515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3982547799438056515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/lumabet.html' title='Lumabet'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6701311591278344523</id><published>2009-02-25T16:57:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:57:56.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bagobo_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning there lived one man and one woman, Toglai and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toglibon. Their first children were a boy and a girl. When they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old enough, the boy and the girl went far away across the waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeking a good place to live in. Nothing more was heard of them until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their children, the Spaniards and Americans, came back. After the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first boy and girl left, other children were born to the couple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they all remained at Cibolan on Mt. Apo with their parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until Toglai and Toglibon died and became spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after that there came a great drought which lasted for three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years. All the waters dried up, so that there were no rivers, and no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plants could live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Surely," said the people, "Manama is punishing us and we must go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elsewhere to find food and a place to dwell in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they started out. Two went in the direction of the sunset, carrying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with them stones from Cibolan River. After a long journey they reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a place where were broad fields of cogon grass and an abundance of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water, and there they made their home. Their children still live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that place and are called Magindanau, because of the stones which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the couple carried when they left Cibolan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two children of Toglai and Toglibon went to the south, seeking a home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they carried with them women's baskets (baraan). When they found a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good spot, they settled down. Their descendants, still dwelling at that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place, are called Baraan or Bilaan, because of the women's baskets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So two by two the children of the first couple left the land of their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birth. In the place where each settled a new people developed, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thus it came about that all the tribes in the world received their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;names from things that the people carried out of Cibolan, or from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the places where they settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the children left Mt. Apo save two (a boy and a girl), whom hunger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thirst had made too weak to travel. One day when they were about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to die the boy crawled out to the field to see if there was one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living thing, and to his surprise he found a stalk of sugar-cane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;growing lustily. He eagerly cut it, and enough water came out to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;refresh him and his sister until the rains came. Because of this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their children are called Bagobo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6701311591278344523?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6701311591278344523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/origin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6701311591278344523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6701311591278344523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/origin.html' title='Origin'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4147935985682254171</id><published>2009-02-25T16:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:57:36.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulanawan and Aguio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bukidnon_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Langgona and his wife had twin boys named Bulanawan and Aguio. One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day, when they were about two years old, the mother took Bulanawan to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the field with her when she went to pick cotton. She spread the fiber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had gathered the day before on the ground to dry near the child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and while she was getting more a great wind suddenly arose which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wound the cotton around the baby and carried him away. Far away to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a distant land the wind took Bulanawan, and in that place he grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up. When he was a man, he became a great warrior. [121]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day while Bulanawan and his wife were walking along the seashore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they sat down to rest on a large, flat rock, and Bulanawan fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asleep. Now Aguio, the twin brother of Bulanawan, had become a great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warrior also, and he went on a journey to this distant land, not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that his brother was there. It happened that he was walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along the seashore in his war-dress  [122] on this same day, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he saw the woman sitting on the large, flat rock, he thought her very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful, and he determined to steal her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he drew near he asked her to give him some of her husband's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;betel-nut to chew, and when she refused he went forward to fight her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;husband, not knowing they were brothers. As soon as his wife awakened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him Bulanawan sprang up, seized her, put her in the cuff of his sleeve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[123] and came forth ready to fight. Aguio grew very angry at this, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they fought until their weapons were broken, and the earth trembled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the two brothers of the rivals felt the earth tremble although they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were far away, and each feared that his brother was in trouble. One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was in the mountains and he started at once for the sea; the other was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a far land, but he set out in a boat for the scene of the trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They arrived at the same time at the place of battle, and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;immediately joined in it. Then the trembling of the earth increased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much that Langgona, the father of Aguio and Bulanawan, sought out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spot and tried to make peace. But he only seemed to make matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse, and they all began fighting him. So great did the disturbance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;become that the earth was in danger of falling to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was that the father of Langgona came and settled the trouble,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when all were at peace again they discovered that Aguio and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bulanawan were brothers and the grandsons of the peacemaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4147935985682254171?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4147935985682254171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/bulanawan-and-aguio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4147935985682254171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4147935985682254171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/bulanawan-and-aguio.html' title='Bulanawan and Aguio'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5349681998937818898</id><published>2009-02-25T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:57:16.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Children Became Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bukidnon_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a mother took her two children with her when she went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;color cloth. Not far from her home was a mud hole [119] where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carabao liked to wallow, and to this hole she carried her cloth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some dye pots, and two shell spoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After she had put the cloth into the mud to let it take up the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;color, she built a fire and put over it a pot containing water and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the leaves used for dyeing. Then she sat down to wait for the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to boil, while the children played near by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by when she went to stir the leaves with a shell spoon, some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the water splashed up and burned her hand, so that she jumped and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cried out. This amused the children and their laughter changed them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into monkeys, and the spoons became their tails. [120]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nails of the monkeys are still black, because while they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children they had helped their mother dye the cloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5349681998937818898?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5349681998937818898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-children-became-monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5349681998937818898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5349681998937818898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-children-became-monkeys.html' title='How Children Became Monkeys'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5999551010865376398</id><published>2009-02-25T16:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:56:56.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magbangal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bukidnon_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magbangal was a good hunter, and he often went to a certain hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where he killed wild pigs for food. One night as it was nearing the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planting season, he sat in his house thinking, and after a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called to his wife. She came to him, and he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tomorrow I shall go to the hill and clear the land for our planting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I wish you to stay here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, let me go with you," begged his wife, "for you have no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;companion."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," said Magbangal, "I wish to go alone, and you must stay at home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally his wife agreed, and in the morning she arose early to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepare food for him. When the rice was cooked and the fish ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she called him to come and eat, but he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I do not want to eat now, but I will return this afternoon and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you must have it ready for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he gathered up his ten hatchets and bolos, [118] a sharpening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stone, and a bamboo tube for water, and started for the hill. Upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reaching his land he cut some small trees to make a bench. When it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was finished, he sat down on it and said to the bolos, "You bolos must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharpen yourselves on the stone." And the bolos went to the stone and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were sharpened. Then to the hatchets he said, "You hatchets must be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharpened," and they also sharpened themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all were ready, he said: "Now you bolos cut all the small brush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under the trees, and you hatchets must cut the large trees." So the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bolos and the hatchets went to work, and from his place on the bench&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magbangal could see the land being cleared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magbangal's wife was at work in their house weaving a skirt, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she heard the trees continually falling she stopped to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thought to herself, "My husband must have found many people to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help him clear our land. When he left here, he was alone, but surely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he cannot cut down the trees so fast. I will see who is helping him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She left the house and walked rapidly toward the field, but as she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drew nearer she proceeded more slowly, and finally stopped behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tree. From her hiding-place, she could see her husband asleep on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bench, and she could also see that the bolos and hatchets were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cutting the trees with no hands to guide them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh," said she, "Magbangal is very powerful. Never before have I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seen bolos and hatchets working without hands, and he never told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of his power."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly she saw her husband jump up, and, seizing a bolo, he cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off one of his own arms. He awoke and sat up and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Someone must be looking at me, for one of my arms is cut off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he saw his wife he knew that she was the cause of his losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his arm, and as they went home together, he exclaimed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now I am going away. It is better for me to go to the sky where I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can give the sign to the people when it is time to plant; and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must go to the water and become a fish."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after he went to the sky and became the constellation Magbangal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ever since, when the people see these stars appear in the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they know that it is time to plant their rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5999551010865376398?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5999551010865376398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/magbangal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5999551010865376398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5999551010865376398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/magbangal.html' title='Magbangal'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2227404327585324451</id><published>2009-02-25T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:56:36.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flood Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bukidnon_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long time ago there was a very big crab [115] which crawled into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sea. And when he went in he crowded the water out so that it ran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all over the earth and covered all the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about one moon before this happened, a wise man had told the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they must build a large raft. [116] They did as he commanded and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut many large trees, until they had enough to make three layers. These&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they bound tightly together, and when it was done they fastened the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raft with a long rattan cord to a big pole in the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after this the floods came. White water poured out of the hills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sea rose and covered even the highest mountains. The people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and animals on the raft were safe, but all the others drowned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the waters went down and the raft was again on the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was near their old home, for the rattan cord had held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these were the only people left on the whole earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2227404327585324451?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2227404327585324451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood-story_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2227404327585324451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2227404327585324451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood-story_25.html' title='The Flood Story'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2774494060704715525</id><published>2009-02-25T16:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:56:16.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Moon and the Stars Came to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Bukidnon_ (_Mindanao_)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day in the times when the sky was close to the ground a spinster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out to pound rice. [113] Before she began her work, she took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off the beads from around her neck and the comb from her hair, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hung them on the sky, which at that time looked like coral rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she began working, and each time that she raised her pestle into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the air it struck the sky. For some time she pounded the rice, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she raised the pestle so high that it struck the sky very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately the sky began to rise, [114] and it went up so far that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she lost her ornaments. Never did they come down, for the comb became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moon and the beads are the stars that are scattered about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2774494060704715525?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2774494060704715525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-moon-and-stars-came-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2774494060704715525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2774494060704715525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-moon-and-stars-came-to-be.html' title='How the Moon and the Stars Came to Be'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1132769196585191246</id><published>2009-02-25T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:55:47.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilin, The Rice Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when a mother was pounding out rice to cook for supper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her little girl ran up to her and cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, Mother, give me some of the raw rice to eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," said the mother, "it is not good for you to eat until it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooked. Wait for supper."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the little girl persisted until the mother, out of patience, cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be still. It is not good for you to talk so much!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she had finished pounding the rice, the woman poured it into a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice winnower and tossed it many times into the air. As soon as the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chaff was removed she emptied the rice into her basket and covered it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the winnower. Then she took the jar upon her head, and started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the spring to get water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the little girl was fond of going to the spring with her mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for she loved to play in the cool water while her mother filled the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jars. But this time she did not go, and as soon as the woman was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of sight, she ran to the basket of rice. She reached down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a handful of the grain. The cover slipped so that she fell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was covered up in the basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the mother returned to the house, she heard a bird crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"King, king, nik! nik! nik!" She listened carefully, and as the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sound seemed to come from the basket, she removed the cover. To her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprise, out hopped a little brown rice bird, and as it flew away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it kept calling back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goodbye, Mother; goodbye, Mother. You would not give me any rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1132769196585191246?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1132769196585191246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tilin-rice-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1132769196585191246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1132769196585191246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tilin-rice-bird.html' title='Tilin, The Rice Bird'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3806171006617356195</id><published>2009-02-25T16:54:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:55:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tattooed Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there were two young men, very good friends, who were unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because neither of them had been tattooed. [110] They felt that they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were not as beautiful as their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day they agreed to tattoo each other. One marked the breast and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back of the other, his arms and legs, and even his face. And when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had finished, he took soot off the bottom of a cooking-pot and rubbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it into all the marks; and he was tattooed beautifully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who had done the work said to the other:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now, my friend, you are very beautiful, and you must tattoo me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the tattooed one scraped a great pile of black soot off the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooking-pots, and before the other knew what he was about, he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rubbed it all over him from the top of his head to the bottom of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feet; and he was very black and greasy. The one who was covered with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soot became very angry and cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do you treat me so when I tattooed you so carefully?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They began to fight, but suddenly the beautifully tattooed one became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great lizard which ran away and hid in the tall grass, while the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooty one became a crow and flew away over the village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3806171006617356195?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3806171006617356195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tattooed-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3806171006617356195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3806171006617356195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tattooed-men.html' title='The Tattooed Men'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8629112219152812558</id><published>2009-02-25T16:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:54:44.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serpent Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there lived two boys whose mother sent them every day to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forest to get wood [108] for her fires. Each morning, as they started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out, she gave them some food for their trip, but it was always poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was little of it, and she would say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The wood that you brought yesterday was so poor that I cannot give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you much to eat today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys tried very hard to please her, but if they brought nice pine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wood she scolded them, and if they brought large dry reeds she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"These are no good for my fire, for they leave too much ashes in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try as they would, they failed to satisfy her; and their bodies grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very thin from working hard all day and from want of enough to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning when they left for the mountains the mother gave them a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bit of dog meat to eat, and the boys were very sad. When they reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the forest one of them said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You wait here while I climb the tree and cut off some branches."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went up the tree and soon called down, "Here is some wood," and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bones of his arm dropped to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh," cried his brother, "it is your arm!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here is some more wood," cried the other, and the bones of the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arm dropped to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he called again, and the bones of his leg fell, then those of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other leg, and so on till all the bones of his body lay on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Take these home," he said, "and tell the woman that here is her wood;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she only wanted my bones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The younger boy was very sad, for he was alone, and there was no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go down the mountain with him. He gathered up the bundle of wood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wondering meanwhile what he should do, but just as he finished a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serpent eagle called down from the tree tops:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will go with you, Brother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the boy put the bundle of wood on his shoulder, and as he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going down the mountain, his brother, who was now a serpent eagle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flew over his head. When he reached the house, he put down the bundle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said to his mother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here is your wood."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she looked at it she was very much frightened and ran out of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the serpent eagle circled round and round above her head and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quiukok! quiukok! quiukok! I do not need your food any more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8629112219152812558?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8629112219152812558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/serpent-eagle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8629112219152812558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8629112219152812558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/serpent-eagle.html' title='The Serpent Eagle'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-673885042686568228</id><published>2009-02-25T16:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:54:21.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How the First Head was Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day the Moon, who was a woman named Kabigat, sat out in the yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making a large copper pot. The copper was still soft and pliable like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clay, and the woman squatted on the ground with the heavy pot against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her knees while she patted and shaped it. [106]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now while she was working a son of Chal-chal, the Sun, came by and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stopped to watch her mould the form. Against the inside of the jar she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pressed a stone, while on the outside with a wooden paddle dripping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with water she pounded and slapped until she had worked down the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bulges and formed a smooth surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy was greatly interested in seeing the jar grow larger, more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful, and smoother with each stroke, and he stood still for some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time. Suddenly the Moon looked up and saw him watching her. Instantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she struck him with her paddle, cutting off his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the Sun was not near, but he knew as soon as the Moon had cut off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his son's head. And hurrying to the spot, he put the boy's head back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on, and he was alive again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Sun said to the Moon, "You cut off my son's head, and because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you did this ever after on the earth people will cut off each other's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heads."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-673885042686568228?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/673885042686568228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-first-head-was-taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/673885042686568228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/673885042686568228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-first-head-was-taken.html' title='How the First Head was Taken'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7728301636814339888</id><published>2009-02-25T16:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:54:02.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumawig on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when Lumawig, [100] the Great Spirit, looked down from his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place in the sky he saw two sisters gathering beans. And he decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go down to visit them. When he arrived at the place he asked them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what they were doing. The younger, whose name was Fukan, answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are gathering beans, but it takes a long time to get enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for my sister wants to go bathing all the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Lumawig said to the older sister:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hand me a single pod of the beans."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when she had given it to him, he shelled it into the basket and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;immediately the basket was full. [101] The younger sister laughed at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this, and Lumawig said to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Give me another pod and another basket."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did so, and when he had shelled the pod, that basket was full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also. Then he said to the younger sister:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go home and get three more baskets."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went home, but when she asked for three more baskets her mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said that the beans were few and she could not need so many. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fukan told her of the young man who could fill a basket from one pod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of beans, and the father, who heard her story, said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go bring the young man here, for I think he must be a god."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Fukan took the three baskets back to Lumawig, and when he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled them as he did the other two, he helped the girls carry them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the house. As they reached their home, he stopped outside to cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself, but the father called to him and he went up into the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and asked for some water. The father brought him a cocoanut shell full,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before drinking Lumawig looked at it and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If I stay here with you, I shall become very strong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning Lumawig asked to see their chickens, and when they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opened the chicken-coop out came a hen and many little chicks. "Are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these all of your chickens?" asked Lumawig; and the father assured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him that they were all. He then bade them bring rice meal that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might feed them, and as the chickens ate they all grew rapidly till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were cocks and hens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Lumawig asked how many pigs they had, and the father replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they had one with some little ones. Then Lumawig bade them fill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pail with sweet potato leaves and he fed the pigs. And as they ate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they also grew to full size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The father was so pleased with all these things that he offered his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elder daughter to Lumawig for a wife. But the Great Spirit said he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preferred to marry the younger; so that was arranged. Now when his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother-in-law learned that Lumawig desired a feast at his wedding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was very angry and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where would you get food for your wedding feast? There is no rice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor beef, nor pork, nor chicken,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Lumawig only answered, "I shall provide our wedding feast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning they all set out for Lanao, for Lumawig did not care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to stay any longer in the house with his brother-in-law. As soon as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they arrived he sent out for some tree trunks, but the trees that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people brought in were so small that Lumawig himself went to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forest and cut two large pine trees which he hurled to Lanao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the people had built a fire of the trees he commanded them to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring ten kettles filled with water. Soon the water was boiling hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the brother-in-law laughed and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where is your rice? You have the boiling water, but you do not seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think of the rice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In answer to this Lumawig took a small basket of rice and passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it over five kettles and they were full. Then he called "Yishtjau,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some deer came running out of the forest. These were not what he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted, however, so he called again and some pigs came. He told the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people that they were each to catch one and for his brother-in-law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he selected the largest and best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all set out in pursuit of the pigs and the others quickly caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theirs, but though the brother-in-law chased his until he was very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired and hot he could not catch it Lumawig laughed at him and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You chase that pig until he is thin and still you cannot catch it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though all the others have theirs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thereupon he grasped the hind legs of the pig and lifted it. All the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people laughed and the brother-in-law said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Of course you can catch it, because I chased it until it was tired."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumawig then handed it to him and said, "Here, you carry it." But no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooner had the brother-in-law put it over his shoulder than it cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loose and ran away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why did you let it go?" asked Lumawig. "Do you care nothing for it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even after I caught it for you? Catch it again and bring it here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the brother-in-law started out again, and he chased it up stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and down, but he could not catch it. Finally Lumawig reached down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and picked up the pig and carried it to the place where the others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they had all eaten and drunk and made their offerings to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirits, Lumawig said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come, let us go to the mountain to consult the omen concerning the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;northern tribes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they consulted the omen, but it was not favorable, and they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting home when the brother-in-law asked Lumawig to create some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water, as the people were hot and thirsty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do you not create water, Lumawig?" he repeated as Lumawig paid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no attention to him. "You care nothing that the people are thirsty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in need of drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they quarreled and were very angry and Lumawig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said to the people, "Let us sit down and rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they rested, Lumawig struck the rock with his spear and water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came out. [102] The brother-in-law jumped up to get a drink first, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumawig held him back and said he must be the last to drink. So they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all drank, and when they had finished, the brother-in-law stepped up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Lumawig gave him a push which sent him into the rock and water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came from his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You must stay there," said Lumawig, "because you have troubled me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great deal." And they went home, leaving him in the rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time after this Lumawig decided to go back to the sky to live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before he went he took care that his wife should have a home. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made a coffin of wood [103] and placed her in it with a dog at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feet and a cock at her head. And as he set it floating on the water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[104] he told it not to stop until it reached Tinglayen. Then, if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the foot end struck first, the dog should bark; and if the head end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the first to strike, the cock should crow. So it floated away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on and on, until it came to Tinglayen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now a widower was sharpening his ax on the bank of the river, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he saw the coffin stop, he went to fish it out of the water. On shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he started to open it, but Fugan cried out, "Do not drive a wedge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I am here," So the widower opened it carefully and took Fugan up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the town, and then as he had no wife of his own, he married her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7728301636814339888?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7728301636814339888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/lumawig-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7728301636814339888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7728301636814339888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/lumawig-on-earth.html' title='Lumawig on Earth'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7213218540256269441</id><published>2009-02-25T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:53:34.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flood Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, when the world was flat and there were no mountains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there lived two brothers, sons of Lumawig, the Great Spirit. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brothers were fond of hunting, and since no mountains had formed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was no good place to catch wild pig and deer, and the older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let us cause water to flow over all the world and cover it, and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountains will rise up." [97]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they caused water to flow over all the earth, and when it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covered they took the head-basket [98] of the town and set it for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trap. The brothers were very much pleased when they went to look at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their trap, for they had caught not only many wild pigs and deer but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Lumawig looked down from his place in the sky and saw that his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sons had flooded the earth and that in all the world there was just one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spot which was not covered. And he saw that all the people in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been drowned except one brother and sister who lived in Pokis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Lumawig descended, and he called to the boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and girl, saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, you are still alive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," answered the boy, "we are still alive, but we are very cold."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Lumawig commanded his dog and deer to get fire [99] for the boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and girl. The dog and the deer swam quickly away, but though Lumawig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waited a long time they did not return, and all the time the boy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl were growing colder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally Lumawig himself went after the dog and the deer, and when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached them he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you so long in bringing the fire to Pokis? Get ready and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come quickly while I watch you, for the boy and girl are very cold."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the dog and the deer took the fire and started to swim through the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flood, but when they had gone only a little way the fire was put out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumawig commanded them to get more fire and they did so, but they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swam only a little way again when that of the deer went out, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that of the dog would have been extinguished also had not Lumawig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gone quickly to him and taken it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Lumawig reached Pokis he built a big fire which warmed the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother and sister; and the water evaporated so that the world was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as it was before, except that now there were mountains. The brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sister married and had children, and thus there came to be many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people on the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7213218540256269441?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7213218540256269441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7213218540256269441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7213218540256269441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood-story.html' title='The Flood Story'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2810175277423077904</id><published>2009-02-25T16:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:53:02.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Igorot_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning there were no people on the earth. Lumawig, [93]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Great Spirit, came down from the sky and cut many reeds. [94] He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;divided these into pairs which he placed in different parts of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world, and then he said to them, "You must speak." Immediately the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reeds became people, and in each place was a man and a woman who could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talk, but the language of each couple differed from that of the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Lumawig commanded each man and woman to marry, which they did. By&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and by there were many children, all speaking the same language as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their parents. These, in turn, married and had many children. In this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way there came to be many people on the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Lumawig saw that there were several things which the people on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the earth needed to use, so he set to work to supply them. He created&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt, and told the inhabitants of one place to boil it down and sell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it to their neighbors. But these people could not understand the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;directions of the Great Spirit, and the next time he visited them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had not touched the salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he took it away from them and gave it to the people of a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called Mayinit. [95] These did as he directed, and because of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he told them that they should always be owners of the salt, and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other peoples must buy of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Lumawig went to the people of Bontoc and told them to get clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make pots. They got the clay, but they did not understand the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moulding, and the jars were not well shaped. Because of their failure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lumawig told them that they would always have to buy their jars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he removed the pottery to Samoki. [96] When he told the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there what to do, they did just as he said, and their jars were well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shaped and beautiful. Then the Great Spirit saw that they were fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owners of the pottery, and he told them that they should always make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many jars to sell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this way Lumawig taught the people and brought to them all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things which they now have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2810175277423077904?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2810175277423077904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/creation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2810175277423077904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2810175277423077904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/creation.html' title='The Creation'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5867258785787353050</id><published>2009-02-25T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:52:37.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogedog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogedog had always been very lazy, and now that his father and mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were dead and he had no one to care for him, he lived very poorly. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had little to eat. His house was old and small and so poor that it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had not even a floor. Still he would rather sit all day and idle away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his time than to work and have more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, however, when the rainy season was near at hand, Dogedog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began thinking how cold he would be when the storms came, and he felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sorry for himself that he decided to make a floor in his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrapping some rice in a banana leaf for his dinner, he took his long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knife and went to the forest to cut some bamboo. He hung the bundle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of rice in a tree until he should need it; but while he was working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cat came and ate it. When the hungry man came for his dinner, there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was none left. Dogedog went back to his miserable little house which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looked forlorn to him even, now that he had decided to have a floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day he went again to the forest and hung his rice in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tree as he did before, but again the cat came and ate it. So the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to go home without any dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third day he took the rice, but this time he fixed a trap in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tree, and when the cat came it was caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now I have you!" cried the man when he found the cat; "and I shall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kill you for stealing my rice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, do not kill me," pleaded the cat, "and I will be of some use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dogedog decided to spare the cat's life, and he took it home and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tied it near the door to guard the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time later when he went to look at it, he was very much surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find that it had become a cock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now I can go to the cock-fight at Magsingal," cried the man. And he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was very happy, for he had much rather do that than work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking no more of getting wood for his floor, he started out at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once for Magsingal with the cock under his arm. As he was crossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a river he met an alligator which called out to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, Dogedog?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To the cock-fight at Magsingal," replied the man as he fondly stroked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rooster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wait, and I will go with you," said the alligator; and he drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself out of the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two walking along together soon entered a forest where they met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a deer and it asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, Dogedog?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To the cock-fight at Magsingal," said the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wait and I will go with you," said the deer; and he also joined them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by they met a mound of earth that had been raised by the ants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they would have passed without noticing it had it not inquired:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, Dogedog?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To the cock-fight at Magsingal," said the man once more; and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mound of earth joined them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The company then hurried on, and just as they were leaving the forest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they passed a big tree in which was a monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, Dogedog?" shrieked the monkey. And without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for an answer he scrambled down the tree and followed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the party walked along they talked together, and the alligator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said to Dogedog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If any man wants to dive into the water, I can stay under longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than he."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the deer, not to be outdone, said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If any man wants to run, I can run faster."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mound of earth, anxious to show its strength, said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If any man wants to wrestle, I can beat him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the monkey said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If any man wants to climb, I can go higher."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They reached Magsingal in good time and the people were ready for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fight to begin. When Dogedog put his rooster, which had been a cat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the pit, it killed the other cock at once, for it used its claws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people brought more roosters and wagered much money, but Dogedog's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cock killed all the others until there was not one left in Magsingal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Dogedog won much money. Then they went outside the town and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brought all the cocks they could find, but not one could win over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that of Dogedog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the cocks were all dead, the people wanted some other sport,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so they brought a man who could stay under water for a long time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Dogedog made him compete with the alligator. But after a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the man had to come up first Then they brought a swift runner and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raced with the deer, but the man was left far behind. Next they looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around until they found a very large man who was willing to contend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the mound of earth, but after a hard struggle the man was thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally they brought a man who could climb higher than anyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the monkey went far above him, and he had to give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these contests had brought much money to Dogedog, and now he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to buy two horses to carry his sacks of silver. As soon as he reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home, he bought the house of a very rich man and went to live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. And he was very happy, for he did not have to work any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5867258785787353050?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5867258785787353050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/dogedog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5867258785787353050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5867258785787353050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/dogedog.html' title='Dogedog'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8877160245982515868</id><published>2009-02-25T16:51:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:52:13.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alligator's Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two women went to gather some wild fruit from a vine which belonged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the alligator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You must be careful not to throw the rind with your teeth marks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on it where the alligator can see it," said one of the women to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other as they sat eating the fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the other woman paid no attention and threw the rind showing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teeth marks into the river, where the alligator saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus he knew at once who had taken his fruit, and he was very angry. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the house of the woman and called to the people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bring out the woman that I may eat her, for she has eaten my fruit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Very well," answered the people. "But sit down and wait a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they put the iron soil-turner into the fire, and when it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red hot, they took it to the door and said to the alligator:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here, eat this first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He opened his mouth, and they pushed the red hot iron down his throat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8877160245982515868?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8877160245982515868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligators-fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8877160245982515868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8877160245982515868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/alligators-fruit.html' title='The Alligator&apos;s Fruit'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6839124183624741793</id><published>2009-02-25T16:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:51:54.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carabao and the Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One very hot day, when a carabao went into the river to bathe, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met a shell and they began talking together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are very slow," said the carabao to the shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, no," replied the shell. "I can beat you in a race."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then let us try and see," said the carabao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they went out on the bank and started to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the carabao had gone a long distance he stopped and called,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shell!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another shell lying by the river answered, "Here I am!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the carabao, thinking that it was the same shell with which he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was racing, ran on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by he stopped again and called, "Shell!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again another shell answered, "Here I am!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carabao was surprised that the shell could keep up with him. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he ran on and on, and every time he stopped to call, another shell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;answered him. But he was determined that the shell should not beat him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he ran until he dropped dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6839124183624741793?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6839124183624741793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/carabao-and-shell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6839124183624741793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6839124183624741793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/carabao-and-shell.html' title='The Carabao and the Shell'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-673206238888914283</id><published>2009-02-25T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:51:31.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man with the Cocoanuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a man who had been to gather his cocoanuts loaded his horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heavily with the fruit. On the way home he _met_ a boy whom he asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how long it would take to reach the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you go slowly," said the boy, looking at the load on the horse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you will arrive very soon; but if you go fast, it will take you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man could not believe this strange speech, so he hurried his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horse. But the cocoanuts fell off and he had to stop to pick them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up. Then he hurried his horse all the more to make up for lost time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the cocoanuts fell off again. Many times he did this, and it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night when he reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-673206238888914283?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/673206238888914283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-with-cocoanuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/673206238888914283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/673206238888914283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-with-cocoanuts.html' title='The Man with the Cocoanuts'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6750912459045938860</id><published>2009-02-25T16:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:51:12.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turtle and the Lizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A turtle and a big lizard once went to the field of Gotgotapa to steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ginger, [88] When they reached the place the turtle said to the lizard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We must be very still or the man will hear us and come out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as soon as the lizard tasted the ginger he was so pleased that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The ginger of Gotgotapa is very good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be still," said the turtle; but the lizard paid no attention to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warning, and called louder than ever:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The ginger of Gotgotapa is very good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again and again he cried out, until finally the man heard him and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came out of the house to catch the robbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The turtle could not run fast, so he lay very still, and the man did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not see him. But the lizard ran and the man chased him. When they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were out of sight, the turtle went into the house and hid under a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cocoanut shell upon which the man used to sit. [89]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man ran after the lizard for a long distance, but he could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;catch him. After a while he came back to the house and sat down on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by, the turtle called, "Kook." The man jumped up and looked all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around. Unable to tell where the noise came from, he sat down again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A second time the turtle called, and this time the man looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere in the house except under the shell, but could not find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the turtle. Again and again the turtle called, and finally the man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realizing that all his attempts were unsuccessful, grew so excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the turtle ran out of the house, and he had not gone far before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he met the lizard again. They walked along together until they saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some honey in a tree, and the turtle said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will go first and get some of the honey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lizard would not wait, but ran ahead, and when he seized the honey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bees came out and stung him. So he ran back to the turtle for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while they came to a bird snare, and the turtle said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is the silver wire that my grandfather wore about his neck."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the lizard ran fast to get it first, but he was caught in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snare and was held until the man came and killed him. Then the wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turtle went on alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6750912459045938860?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6750912459045938860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/turtle-and-lizard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6750912459045938860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6750912459045938860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/turtle-and-lizard.html' title='The Turtle and the Lizard'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2984393876727157047</id><published>2009-02-25T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:50:44.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy who Became a Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a little boy named Elonen sat out in the yard making a bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snare, and as he worked, a little bird called to him: "Tik-tik-lo-den"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(come and catch me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am making a snare for you," said the boy; but the bird continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to call until the snare was finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Elonen ran and threw the snare over the bird and caught it, and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put it in a jar in his house while he went with the other boys to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he was away, his grandmother grew hungry, so she ate the bird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when Elonen returned and found that his bird was gone, he was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad that he wished he might go away and never come back. He went out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the forest and walked a long distance, until finally he came to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a big stone and said: "Stone, open your mouth and eat me." And the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stone opened its mouth and swallowed the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When his grandmother missed the boy, she went out and looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere, hoping to find him. Finally she passed near the stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it cried out, "Here he is." Then the old woman tried to open the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stone but she could not, so she called the horses to come and help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her. They came and kicked it, but it would not break. Then she called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the carabao and they hooked it, but they only broke their horns. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called the chickens, which pecked it, and the thunder, which shook it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nothing could open it, and she had to go home without the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2984393876727157047?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2984393876727157047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/boy-who-became-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2984393876727157047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2984393876727157047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/boy-who-became-stone.html' title='The Boy who Became a Stone'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2463792420407845654</id><published>2009-02-25T16:49:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:50:21.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mistaken Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Siagon was about eight years old his parents began looking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a girl who would make a suitable wife. At last when they had decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a beautiful maiden, who lived some distance from them, they sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man to her parents to ask if they would like Siagon for a son-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when the man arrived at the girl's house the people were all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitting on the floor eating periwinkle, and as they sucked the meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of the shell, they nodded their heads. The man, looking in at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the door, saw them nod, and he thought they were nodding at him. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he did not tell them his errand, but returned quickly to the boy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parents and told them that all the people at the girl's house were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;favorable to the union.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siagon's parents were very much pleased that their proposal had been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so kindly received, and immediately prepared to go to the girl's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house to arrange for the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally all was ready and they started for her house, carrying with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them as presents for her parents two carabao, two horses, two cows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;four iron kettles, sixteen jars of basi, two blankets, and two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surprise of the girl's people knew no bounds when they saw all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this coming to their house, for they had not even thought of Siagon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marrying their daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2463792420407845654?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2463792420407845654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mistaken-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2463792420407845654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2463792420407845654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mistaken-gifts.html' title='The Mistaken Gifts'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3892341699319360791</id><published>2009-02-25T16:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:49:52.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sogsogot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a long time ago, some men went to the mountains to hunt deer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wild pig, and among them was one named Sogsogot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all went into the thick forest to look for game, but after a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while Sogsogot called his dog and withdrew to an open spot near by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where he waited for the deer to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he stood there eagerly watching, a big bird [85] swooped down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught him in its claws, and carried him away. Far off over the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountains the bird soared, until finally it came to a big tree where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had its nest, and here it left the man and flew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sogsogot's first thought was to make his escape, but he found that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tree was so tall that he could not get down, and after a time he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceased his attempts to get away and began to look over his companions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the nest--two young birds and three little pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by he became hungry, so he cut up the three little pigs, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after he had eaten all he wished he fed the two birds. When this meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was gone the mother bird brought more pigs and deer, and the man had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all he could eat. Then he fed the little birds, which grew very fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon were able to fly. One day when they were standing on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edge of the nest Sogsogot caught hold of the birds' legs, and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fluttered down and carried him safely to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hastened home as fast as he could go and told the people of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonderful trip. They made a ceremony for the spirits, and all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people rejoiced that the lost man had returned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time after this Sogsogot went to a hostile town to fight, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while he was gone his wife died. On the way back to his town he met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirit of his wife driving a cow and two pigs, and not knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she was a spirit he asked her where she was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am not a person any more," she answered him; "I am dead." And when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted to touch her hand, she gave him only her shortest finger. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begged to go with her so she said, "Go first to our home and get a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;white chicken; then follow the footmarks of the cow and pigs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did as she commanded him, and after a while he came to a place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where she was bathing in the river. She said to him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now you may come with me to our spirit town. [86] I shall hide you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the rice-bin and shall bring food to you every day. But at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people in the town will want to eat you, and when they come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bin you must take some of the feathers of the white chicken and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throw at them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man went with her, and when they arrived at the spirit town she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hid him in the rice-bin. At night the people came to eat him, as she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had said they would; but when he threw the chicken feathers at them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were frightened away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For two weeks Sogsogot lived in this place, but when the feathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were nearly gone he was afraid to stay any longer, for every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirits came to eat him. He begged his wife to allow him to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally she showed him the way home, giving him rice to eat on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the man arrived home and inquired for his wife, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people told him that she had died and they had buried her under the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house. Then he knew that it was her spirit that had taken him to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3892341699319360791?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3892341699319360791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sogsogot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3892341699319360791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3892341699319360791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sogsogot.html' title='Sogsogot'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1491156019396456947</id><published>2009-02-25T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:49:31.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man and the Alan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Tinguian was once walking along a trail in the wood when he heard a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange sound in a large tree near him, and looking up he was startled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see that it was the home of the Alan--spirits who live in the wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stopped and gazed for a moment at the horrible creatures, large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as people, hanging from the limbs of the tree with their heads down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like bats. They had wings to fly, and their toes were at the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of their feet, while their long fingers, which pointed backward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were fastened at the wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Surely," thought the man, "these terrible beings will eat me if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they can catch me. I will run away as fast as I can while they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asleep." He tried to run but he was too frightened, and after a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steps he fell face down on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this the Alan began to wail loudly, for they saw him fall and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believed him dead And they came down out of the tree with gold and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beads which they laid on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while the man gathered courage and, jumping up, he cried as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loudly as he could, "Go away!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Alan did not move, but they looked at him and said: "Give us the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one bead _nagaba_ [a peculiar bead of double effect], and you may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have the rest." When the man refused to do this, they were angry and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turned away, crying, "Then we are going to burn your house, for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are a bad man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thereupon the man went home as fast as he could go, but very soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that his house burned, for the Alan kept their word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1491156019396456947?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1491156019396456947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-and-alan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1491156019396456947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1491156019396456947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-and-alan.html' title='Man and the Alan'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7743458368695426457</id><published>2009-02-25T16:48:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:49:13.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alan and the Hunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two men once went to hunt wild pig in the mountains, and after some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time they speared and killed one, but they had no fire over which to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One man climbed a tree to see if there was a fire near by, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discovering smoke at some distance, he started toward it. When he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached the place, he found that the fire was in the house of an Alan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[82] and he was very much afraid; but creeping up into the house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he found that the Alan and her baby were fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stepped on tip-toe, but nevertheless the Alan was awakened and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Epogow, [83] what do you want?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I should like to get some fire," said the man, "for we have killed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wild pig."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Alan gave him the fire, and then taking her basket she went with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him to the place where the pig was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they had singed the animal, the Alan cut it up with her long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nails and handed the liver to the man, telling him to take it to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house to feed the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man started, and on the way he ate the liver. When he reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Alan's house he did not know what to do. For some time he looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around, and then seeing a large caldron of hot water on the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he threw the baby into it and went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did the baby eat well?" asked the Alan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Very well," said the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she put most of the meat into her basket and started home. As&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon as she had gone, the man told his companion what he had done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they were so frightened that they ran to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Alan reached home and found the baby dead in the hot water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was very angry and started back immediately to find the men, who,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the meantime, had climbed a high tree that stood near the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Alan looked down into the water, and seeing the reflection of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the men, she reached in her long hand with the fingers that pointed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;backward, but when she could not touch them, she looked up and saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them in the tall tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How did you get up there?" she cried angrily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We climbed up feet first," called down the men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Alan, determined to get them, caught hold of a vine and started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up the tree feet first, but before she quite reached them, they cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the vine and she fell to the ground and was killed. [84]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the men came down and went to the Alan's house, where they found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a jar full of beads and another of gold, and these they brought with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them when they returned home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7743458368695426457?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7743458368695426457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/alan-and-hunters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7743458368695426457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7743458368695426457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/alan-and-hunters.html' title='The Alan and the Hunters'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-153663975960959161</id><published>2009-02-25T16:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:48:52.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Striped Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Tinguian once went to the mountains to hunt deer. They took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their blankets with them, for they expected to be gone several days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the nights in the mountains are cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blankets of two of the men were of the blue-and-white designs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such as are commonly worn by the Tinguian, but that of the third was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;covered with red and yellow stripes like the back of a little wild pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night the men rolled up in their blankets and lay down under a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tree to sleep; but while the one in the striped blanket was still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awake two spirits came near and saw him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh," he heard one spirit say to the other, "here we have something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to eat, for here is a little wild pig."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the man quickly took the blanket off one of his sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;companions and put his own in its place. Very soon the spirits came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ate the man under the striped blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since that time the Tinguian never sleep under that kind of a blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they are where the spirits can get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-153663975960959161?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/153663975960959161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/striped-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/153663975960959161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/153663975960959161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/striped-blanket.html' title='The Striped Blanket'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-2916259559658313743</id><published>2009-02-25T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:48:34.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree with the Agate Beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than a hundred seasons ago, a Tinguian went one day to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mountains to hunt. Accompanied by his faithful dog, he made his way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;steadily up the mountain side, only halting where it was necessary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut a path through the jungle. And the dog ran here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching in the thick underbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On and on he went without seeing any game, and then, when he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost at the top of the highest peak, the dog gave a sharp yelp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and out of the brush leaped a fine deer. Zip! went the man's spear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it pierced the animal's side. For an instant he waited, but the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deer did not fall. On it ran with unslackened speed, and a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later it plunged into a hole in the ground with the man and dog in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close pursuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short distance from the entrance the cave opened out into large,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spacious rooms, and before he realized it the man was hopelessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost In the distance he could hear the baying of the dog, and with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no other guide he hurried on through the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following the sound, he went for a long time from one unfamiliar room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to another, stumbling in the darkness and striking against the stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walls, and then suddenly his outstretched hands grasped a small tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on which berries grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astonished at finding anything growing in this dark place, he broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off a branch, and as he did so the shrub began to talk in a strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;language. Terrified, the man ran in the direction he had last heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dog, and a moment later he found himself in the open air on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banks of the Abra River, with the dead deer at his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he examined the twig which he still held in his hand, he saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to his great surprise that the berries were agate beads of great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;value. [81] And packing the deer on his back, he hastened home where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he told his wonderful story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sight of the beautiful beads convinced the people that he told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth, and a number of men at once returned with him to secure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their quest, however, was unsuccessful, for ere they reached the spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the evil spirit had taken the tree away and on the walls of the cave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had made strange carvings which even to this day can be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-2916259559658313743?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2916259559658313743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tree-with-agate-beads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2916259559658313743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/2916259559658313743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tree-with-agate-beads.html' title='The Tree with the Agate Beads'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3202057352134129567</id><published>2009-02-25T16:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:48:04.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magsawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great many years ago some Tinguian left their little village in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valley early one morning and made their way toward the mountains. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were off on a deer hunt, [77] and each carried his spear and head-ax,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while one held in leash a string of lean dogs eager for the chase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part way up the mountainside the dogs were freed, and the men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;separated, going different ways in search of game. But ere long the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharp barking of a dog called all in his direction, for they believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he had a deer at bay. As they approached the spot, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the object did not look like a deer, and as they drew nearer they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were surprised to find that it was a large jar. [78]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filled with curiosity they pressed on, but the jar evaded them. Faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and faster they ran, but the object, disappearing at times and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming into view again, always escaped them. On and on they went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until at last, tired out, they sat down on a wooded hill to rest and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to refresh themselves with betel-nut which they took from brass boxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;attached to their belts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they slowly cut the nuts and wrapped them in the lime and leaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready for chewing, they talked of nothing but the wonderful jar and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mysterious power it possessed. Then just as they were about to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put the tempting morsels into their mouths they stopped, startled by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a strange soft voice which seemed to be near them. They turned and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listened, but could see no person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Find a pig which has no young," said the voice, "and take its blood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for then you will be able to catch the jar which your dog pursued."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men knew then that the mysterious jar belonged to a spirit, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they hastened to do as the voice commanded, and when they had secured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blood the dog again brought the jar to bay. The hunters tried to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seize it, but it entered a hole in the ground and disappeared. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;followed, and found themselves in a dark cave [79] where it was easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to catch the jar, for there was no outlet save by the hole through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which they had entered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though that was many years ago, the jar still lives, and its name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is Magsawi. Even now it talks; but some years ago a crack appeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in its side, and since then its language has not been understood by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Tinguian. [80]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Magsawi goes on long journeys alone when he visits his wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a jar in Ilocos Norte, or his child, a small jar in San Quintin;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he always returns to Domayco on the hillside near the cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3202057352134129567?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3202057352134129567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/magsawi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3202057352134129567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3202057352134129567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/magsawi.html' title='Magsawi'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7352254726220799953</id><published>2009-02-25T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:47:38.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun and the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the Sun and the Moon quarreled with each other, and the Sun said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are only the Moon and are not much good. If I did not give you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;light, you would be no good at all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Moon answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are only the Sun, and you are very hot. The women like me better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for when I shine at night, they go out doors and spin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These words of the Moon made the Sun so angry that he threw sand in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her face, and you can still see the dark spots on the face of the Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the Tinguian Learned to Plant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the very old times the Tinguian did not know how to plant and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harvest as they now do. For food they had only the things that grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the forests and fish from the streams. Neither did they know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cure people who became ill or were injured by evil spirits, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many died who might otherwise have lived. [75]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kadaklan, the Great Spirit who lives in the sky, saw that the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people often were hungry and sick, and he sent one of his servants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaboniyan, to the earth to teach them many things. And it happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayapan, a woman who lived in Caalang, had been sick for seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years. One day when she went to the spring to bathe, there entered her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;body a spirit who had rice and sugar-cane with him, and he said to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dayapan, take these to your home and plant them in the ground, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a while they will grow large enough to reap. Then when they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ripe, build a granary to put the rice in until you shall need it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a sugar-press to crush the cane. And when these are finished,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make the ceremony Sayung, and you will be well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayapan was filled with wonder at these strange things, but she took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rice and the sugar-cane and went home as she was commanded. While&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was trying to plant them in the ground the Spirit again entered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her body and showed her just what to do. Since then the Tinguian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have planted crops every year, and because they do as Kaboniyan [76]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taught the woman they have plenty to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Dayapan had reaped the first rice and cane, she began to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ceremony Sayung, and the Spirit came again and directed her. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it was finished and she was cured, he told her to take a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a cock and go to bathe in the river as a sign that the ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was finished. So she went to the river and tied the dog and the cock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;near the water, but while she was bathing the dog ate the cock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayapan wept bitterly at this and waited a long time for Kaboniyan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when at last he came, he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If the dog had not killed the cock, no person would die when you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make this ceremony; but this is a sign, and now some will die and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some will get well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayapan called all the people together, and told them the things that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirit had taught her; and they could see that she had been made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. After that, when people became ill they called Dayapan to treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them. And it was as the Spirit had said; some died and others were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7352254726220799953?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7352254726220799953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7352254726220799953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7352254726220799953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sun-and-moon.html' title='The Sun and the Moon'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6869354002710348786</id><published>2009-02-25T16:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:47:01.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Sayen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the depths of a dark forest where people seldom went, lived a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wizened old Alan. [70] The skin on her wrinkled face was as tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a carabao hide, and her long arms with fingers pointing back from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wrist were horrible to look at. Now this frightful creature had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a son whose name was Sayen, and he was as handsome as his mother was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugly. He was a brave man, also, and often went far away alone to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On these journeys Sayen sometimes met beautiful girls, and though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted to marry, he could not decide upon one. Hearing that one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danepan was more beautiful than any other, he determined to go and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask her to be his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Danepan was very shy, and when she heard that Sayen was coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to her house she hid behind the door and sent her servant, Laey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out to meet him. And so it happened that Sayen, not seeing Danepan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;married Laey, thinking that she was her beautiful mistress. He took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her away to a house he had built at the edge of the forest, for though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wished to be near his old home, he dared not allow his bride to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;set eyes on his ugly mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some time they lived happily together here, and then one day when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayen was making a plow under his house, he heard Laey singing softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to their baby in the room above, and this is what she sang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sayen thinks I am Danepan, but Laey I am. Sayen thinks I am Danepan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Laey I am."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Sayen heard this he knew that he had been deceived, and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pondered long what he should do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning he went to the field to plow, for it was near the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice-planting time. Before he left the house he called to his wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When the sun is straight above, you and the baby bring food to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I shall be busy in the field."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before he began to plow, however, he cut the bamboo supports of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bridge which led to the field, so that when Laey and the baby came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with his food, they had no sooner stepped on the bridge than it went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down with them and they were drowned. Sayen was again free. He took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his spear and his shield and head-ax and went at once to the town of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danepan, and there he began killing the people on all sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terror spread through the town. No one could stop his terrible work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of destruction until Danepan came down out of her house, and begged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him to spare part of the people that she might have some from whom to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;borrow fire. [71] Her great beauty amazed him and he ceased killing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and asked her to prepare some betel-nut for him to chew, as he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very tired. She did so, and when he had chewed the nut he spat on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people he had killed and they came to life again. Then he married&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danepan and took her to his home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it happened about this time that the people of Magosang were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in great trouble. At the end of a successful hunt, while they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dividing the meat among themselves, the Komow, [72] a murderous spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that looks like a man, would come to them and ask how many they had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught. If they answered, "Two," then he would say that he had caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two also; and when they went home, they would find two people in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;town dead. As often as they went to hunt the Komow did this, and many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the people of Magosang were dead and those living were in great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fear. Finally they heard of the brave man, Sayen, and they begged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him to help them. Sayen listened to all they told, and then said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will go with you to hunt, and while you are dividing the meat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will hide behind the trees. When the Komow comes to ask how many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deer you have, he will smell me, but you must say that you do not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know where I am,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the people went to hunt, and when they had killed two deer, they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;singed them over a fire and began to divide them. Just then the Komow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrived and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How many have you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have two," replied the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have two also," said the Komow, "but I smell Sayen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We do not know where Sayen is," answered the people; and just then he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sprang out and killed the Komow, and the people were greatly relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when Kaboniyan, [73] a great spirit, heard what Sayen had done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he went to him and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sayen you are a brave man because you have killed the Komow, Tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will fight with you. You must remain on the low ground by the river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will go to the hill above."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the following day Sayen went to the low ground by the river. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had not waited long before he heard a great sound like a storm, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knew that Kaboniyan was coming. He looked up, and there stood the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great warrior, poising his spear which was as large as a big tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you brave, Sayen?" called he in a voice like thunder as he threw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," answered Sayen, and he caught the spear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This surprised Kaboniyan, and he threw his head-ax which was as large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the roof of a house, and Sayen caught that also. Then Kaboniyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw that this was indeed a brave man, and he went down to Sayen and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they fought face to face until both were tired, but neither could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overcome the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kaboniyan saw that in Sayen he had found one as strong and brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even as himself, he proposed that they go together to fight the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of different towns. And they started out at once. Many people were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;killed by this strong pair, and why they themselves could never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;captured was a great mystery. For it was not known that one was the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit Kaboniyan, and the other the son of an Alan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he was surrounded in a river, Sayen would become a fish [74]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hide so that people could not find him. And if he was entrapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a town, he would become a chicken and go under the house in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chicken-coop. In this way he escaped many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally one night after he had killed many in one town, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people decided to watch him, and they saw him go to roost with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chickens. The next day they placed a fish trap under the house near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the chicken-coop, and that night when Sayen went under the house he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was caught in the trap and killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6869354002710348786?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6869354002710348786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-sayen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6869354002710348786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6869354002710348786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-sayen.html' title='The Story of Sayen'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4408893195246525334</id><published>2009-02-25T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:46:38.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Tikgi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tikgi, tikgi, tikgi, we will come to work for you. Let us cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your rice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ligi [65] had gone to the field to look at his growing rice, but when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he heard this sound he looked up and was surprised to see some birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;circling above and calling to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why, you cannot cut rice," said Ligi. "You are birds and know only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to fly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the birds insisted that they knew how to cut rice; so finally he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told them to come again when the grain was ripe, and they flew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sooner had the birds gone than Ligi was filled with a great desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see them again. As he went home he wished over and over that his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice were ready to cut. As soon as Ligi left the field the tikgi birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began using magic so that the rice grew rapidly, and five days later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he returned he found the birds there ready to cut the ripened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grain. Ligi showed them where to begin cutting, and then he left them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was out of sight, the tikgi said to the rice cutters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rice cutters, you cut the rice alone." And to the bands which were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lying nearby they said: "Bands, you tie into bundles the rice which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cutters cut"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rice cutters and the bands worked alone, doing as they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Ligi went again to the field in the afternoon, the tikgi said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come, Ligi, and see what we have done, for we want to go home now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ligi was amazed, for he saw five hundred bundles of rice cut. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, Tikgi, take all the rice you wish in payment, for I am very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grateful to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the tikgi each took one head of rice, saying it was all they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could carry, and they flew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning when Ligi reached the field, he found the birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;already there and he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now, Tikgi, cut the rice as fast as you can, for when it is finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make a ceremony for the spirits, and you must come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," replied the tikgi, "and now we shall begin the work, but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do not need to stay here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ligi went home and built a rice granary to hold his grain, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he returned to the field the rice was all cut. Then the tikgi said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have cut all your rice, Ligi, so give us our pay, and when you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go home the rice will all be in your granary."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ligi wondered at this, and when he reached home and saw that his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;granary was full of rice, he doubted if the tikgi could be real birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long after this Ligi invited all his relatives from the different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;towns to help him make the ceremony for the spirits. [66] As soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the people arrived, the tikgi came also; and they flew over the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people's heads and made them drink basi until they were drunk. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they said to Ligi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are going home now; it is not good for us to stay here, for we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot sit among the people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they started home Ligi followed them until they came to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bana-asi tree, and here he saw them take off their feathers and put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them in the rice granary. Then suddenly they became one beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maiden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you not the tikgi who came to cut my rice?" asked Ligi. "You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look to me like a beautiful maiden."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," she replied; "I became tikgi and cut rice for you, for otherwise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would not have found me." Ligi took her back to his house where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people were making the ceremony, and as soon as they saw her they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began chewing the magic betel-nuts to find who she might be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quid [67] of Ebang and her husband and that of the tikgi went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together, so they knew that she was their daughter who had disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from their house one day long ago while they were in the fields. In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;answer to their many questions, she told them that she had been in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bana-asi tree, where Kaboniyan [68] had carried her, until the day that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she changed herself into the tikgi birds and went to the field of Ligi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ligi was very fond of the beautiful girl and he asked her parents if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he might marry her. They were very willing and decided on a price he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should pay. After the wedding all the people remained at his house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feasting and dancing for three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4408893195246525334?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4408893195246525334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-tikgi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4408893195246525334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4408893195246525334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-tikgi.html' title='The Story of the Tikgi'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7812556521474064825</id><published>2009-02-25T16:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:46:14.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Kanag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the rice [60] had grown tall and it was near the time for it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ripen, Aponitolau and Aponibolinayen grew fearful lest the wild pigs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should break in and destroy all their crop, so they sent their son,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanag, to the field to guard the grain. Kanag willingly went to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place, but when he found that the fences were all strong so that the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pigs could not get in, and he was left with nothing to do, life in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little watch-house [61] grew lonely, and the boy became very unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day Aponitolau carried cooked rice and meat to his son in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;field, but Kanag could not eat and always bade his father hang it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the watch-house until he should want it Each time Aponitolau found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food of the day before still untouched, and he began to suspect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the boy was unhappy at having to guard the grain. But he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing of his fears to Aponibolinayen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day after his father had returned home, Kanag was so lonely that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he used his magical power and became a little bird and flew up into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the top of a tree. The next day when Aponitolau came to the field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looked everywhere for his son, and when he could not find him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called, and from the top of a bamboo tree a little bird answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him. Realizing what had happened, the father was very sad and begged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his son to come back and be a boy again, but Kanag only answered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I would rather be a bird [62] and carry the messages of the spirits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last the father went home alone, and he and the boy's mother were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled with grief that they had lost their son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time after this, Aponitolau prepared to go out to fight. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took his spear and shield and head-ax and started early one morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when he reached the gate of the town, Kanag flew over him, giving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him a bad sign, so he turned back. The next morning he started again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this time the little bird gave him a good sign, and knowing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing would injure him, he went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long journey he reached a hostile town where the people said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were glad to see him, and added that because he was the first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of his people who had dared to enter their town they intended to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh," said Aponitolau, "if you say that I cannot return home, call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all your people together and we will fight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are very brave," answered his enemies, "if you wish to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the people had gathered together they laughed at him and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why, one of our fingers would fight you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, Aponitolau prepared to fight, and when the bravest of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enemy threw his spear and head-ax at him he jumped and escaped. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noticed that he jumped very high, so they all ran at him, throwing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their spears and trying to kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Aponitolau caught all their weapons, and then while they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unarmed he threw his own spear, and it flew about among them until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had killed them all. Then he sent his head-ax, and it cut off all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heads of the enemy; and he used magical power so that these heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to his home in Kadalayapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Aponitolau sat down by the gate of the town to rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the little bird, flying over his head, called down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The sign that I gave you was good, Father, and you have killed all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your enemies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," said the man, and as he started on the home-ward journey the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little bird always flew near him. When he reached home, he stuck the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heads around the town, [63] and commanded the people to go out all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over the world and invite everyone and especially the pretty girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to come to a party in celebration of his victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people came from all parts of the world, and while they played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the gongs and danced, Aponitolau called to Kanag and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come down, my son; do not stay always in the tops of the trees. Come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and see the pretty girls and see which one you want to marry. Get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the golden cup and give them basi to drink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Kanag answered, "I would rather stay in the tops of the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and give the signs when anyone goes to fight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the father and mother pleaded with him to become a boy once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more, begging his forgiveness and promising never again to send him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to guard the rice. But he would not listen to them, and only flew away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding that they could not win him that way, Aponitolau and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen called the spirit servants, and commanded them to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow Kanag wherever he went, and to find a girl whom he would want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to marry. So the spirit servants went after him, and wherever he went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by they stopped near a well, and there the spirit servants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;used magic so that all the pretty girls nearby felt very hot; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the early morning, they came to the well to bathe. One among them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so beautiful that she looked like a flame of fire [64] among the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;betel-nut blossoms, and when the servants saw her washing her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they ran to Kanag and begged him to come and see her. At first he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would not listen to them, but after a while he flew into the top of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a betel-nut tree near by, and when he caught sight of her, he flew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the tree above her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But," said he to the servants, "what can I do if I become a man now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I have no clothes and no head-band?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not worry about that," said the spirit servants, "for we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything here for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kanag became a man and put on the clothes and head-band, and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to speak to the girl. He gave her betel-nut, and they chewed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together, and he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My name is Kanag and I am the son of Aponitolau and Aponibolinayen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the girl said: "My name is Dapilisan and I am the daughter of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangan and Dalonagan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Dapilisan went home Kanag followed her, and he told her parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his name and how he had changed into a little bird. And when he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished he asked if he might marry their daughter. Bangan and his wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were greatly pleased that Kanag wanted Dapilisan for his wife, but they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were afraid that his parents might object, so they sent a messenger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to invite Aponitolau and Aponibolinayen to come to visit them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Kanag's parents heard that their son had become a man they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were very happy and started at once to go to him, carrying many fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presents. Before arrangements for the wedding could be made, it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;necessary to decide on the price to be paid for the girl. A long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discussion took place. Bangan and Dalonagan finally said that the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit house must be filled nine times with different kinds of jars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When this was done Dalonagan raised her eyebrows, and half of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jars disappeared. Aponibolinayen used her magical power and the spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house was filled again, and then Dalonagan said to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now the web of the spider shall be put around the town and you must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put gold beads on it. If it does not break, Kanag may marry Dapilisan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aponibolinayen had put the gold beads on the thread, Dalonagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hung on it to see if it would hold. As it did not break, she declared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the sign was good; and Kanag and Dapilisan were married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the people played on the copper gongs, danced, and made merry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a long time, and when they returned to their homes Kanag and his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bride went with Aponitolau and Aponibolinayen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7812556521474064825?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7812556521474064825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-kanag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7812556521474064825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7812556521474064825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-kanag.html' title='The Story of Kanag'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4959767770667035634</id><published>2009-02-25T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:45:52.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Dumalawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau and Aponibolinayen had a son whose name was Dumalawi. [47]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the son had become a young man, his father one day was very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angry with him, and tried to think of some way in which to destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him. The next morning he said to Dumalawi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Son, sharpen your knife, and we will go to the forest to cut some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bamboo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dumalawi sharpened his knife and went with his father to the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the bamboo grew, and they cut many sticks and sharpened them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like spears at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumalawi wondered why they made them thus, but when they had finished,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now, Son, you throw them at me, so that we can see which is the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;braver."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, Father," answered Dumalawi. "You throw first, if you want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kill me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Aponitolau threw the bamboo sticks one by one at his son, but he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not hit him. Then it was the son's turn to throw, but he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I cannot. You are my father, and I do not want to kill you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they went home. But Dumalawi was very sorrowful, for he knew now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that his father wanted to destroy him. When his mother called him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner he could not eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he had been unsuccessful in his first attempt, Aponitolau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did not give up the idea of getting rid of his son, and the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come, Dumalawi, we will go to our little house in the field [48]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and repair it, so that it will be a protection when the rainy season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sets in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The father and son went together to the field, and when they reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little house, Aponitolau, pointing to a certain spot in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ground, said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dig there, and you will find a jar of basi [49] which I buried when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a boy. It will be very good to drink now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumalawi dug up the jar and they tasted the wine, and it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so pleasing to them that they drank three cocoanut shells full,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Dumalawi became drunk. While his son lay asleep on the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau decided that this was a good time to destroy him, so he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;used his magical power and there arose a great storm which picked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumalawi in his sleep and carried him far away. And the father went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when Dumalawi awoke, he was in the middle of a field so wide that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whichever way he looked, he could not see the end. There were neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trees nor houses in the field and no living thing except himself. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he felt a great loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by he used his magical power, and many betel-nuts grew in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;field, and when they bore fruit it was covered with gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is good," said Dumalawi, "for I will scatter these betel-nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they shall become people, [50] who will be my neighbors."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the middle of the night he cut the gold-covered betel-nuts into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many small pieces which he scattered in all directions. And in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;early morning, when he awoke, he heard many people talking around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house, and many roosters crowed. Then Dumalawi knew that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had companions, and upon going out he walked about where the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were warming themselves [51] by fires in their yards, and he visited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one yard was a beautiful maiden, Dapilisan, and after Dumalawi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had talked with her and her parents, he went on to the other yards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she was ever in his thoughts. As soon as he had visited all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people, he returned to the house of Dapilisan and asked her parents if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he might marry her. They were unwilling at first, for they feared that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the parents of Dumalawi might not like it; but after he had explained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that his father and mother did not want him, they gave their consent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Dapilisan became his bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after the marriage they decided to perform a ceremony [52] for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirits. So Dapilisan sent for the betel-nuts which were covered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with gold, [53] and when they were brought to her, she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You betel-nuts that are covered with gold, come here and oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yourselves and go and invite all the people in the world to come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our ceremony."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the betel-nuts oiled themselves and went to invite the people in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the different towns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after this Aponibolinayen, the mother of Dumalawi, sat alone in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her house, still mourning the loss of her son, when suddenly she was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seized with a desire to chew betel-nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What ails me?" she said to herself; "why do I want to chew? I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not intended to eat anything while Dumalawi was away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So saying, she took down her basket that hung on the wall, and saw in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it a betel-nut covered with gold, and when she was about to cut it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not cut me, for I have come to invite you to the ceremony which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumalawi and his wife are to make."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen was very happy, for she knew now that her son still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lived, and she told all the people to wash their hair and prepare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go to the rite. So they washed their clothes and their hair and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started for the home of Dumalawi; and Aponitolau, the father of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy, followed, but he looked like a crazy man. When the people reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the river near the town, Dumalawi sent alligators to take them across,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when Aponitolau got on the alligator's back it dived, and he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thrown back upon the bank of the river. All the others were carried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;safely over, and Aponitolau, who was left on the bank alone, shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if crazy until Dumalawi sent another alligator to carry him across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dumalawi had food brought [54] and Dapilisan passed basi in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little jar that looked like a fist, [55] and though each guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drank a cupful of the sweet wine the little jar was still a third&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;full. After they had eaten and drunk, Aponibolinayen spoke, and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling all the people that she was glad to have Dapilisan for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daughter-in-law, added:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now we are going to pay the marriage price [56] according to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;custom. We shall fill the spirit house [57] nine times with different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinds of jars."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she called, "You spirits [58] who live in different springs, get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the jars which Dumalawi must pay as a marriage price for Dapilisan,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spirits did as they were commanded, and when they brought the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jars and had filled the spirit house nine times, Aponibolinayen said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the parents of Dapilisan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think that now we have paid the price for your daughter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Dalonagan, the mother of Dapilisan, was not satisfied, and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, there is still more to pay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Very well," replied Aponibolinayen. "Tell us what it is and we will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pay it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dalonagan called a pet spider and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You big spider, go all around the town, and as you go spin a thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[59] on which Aponibolinayen must string golden beads." So the spider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spun the thread and Aponibolinayen again called to the spirits of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the springs, and they brought golden beads which they strung on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thread. Then Dalonagan hung on the thread, and when it did not break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she declared that the debt was all paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this the people feasted and made merry, and when at last they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;departed for home Dumalawi refused to go with his parents, but remained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with his wife in the town he had created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4959767770667035634?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4959767770667035634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-dumalawi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4959767770667035634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4959767770667035634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-dumalawi.html' title='The Story of Dumalawi'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1306413914527234123</id><published>2009-02-25T16:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:45:21.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Gaygayoma who Lives up Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, while Aponitolau sat weaving a basket under his house, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to feel very hungry and longed for something sweet to chew. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he remembered that his field was still unplanted. He called to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wife who was in the room above, and said: "Come, Aponibolinayen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let us go to the field and plant some sugar-cane."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Aponibolinayen came down out of the house with a bamboo tube, [42]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and while she went to the spring to fill it with water, Aponitolau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made some cuttings, and they went together to the field, which was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some distance from the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau loosened the earth with his long stick [43] and set out the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuttings he had brought, while his wife sprinkled them with water from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bamboo tube. And when they had filled the field, they returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home, happy to think of the splendid cane they should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seven days Aponitolau went back to the field to see if the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plants had lived, and he found that the leaves were already long and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pointed. This delighted him, and while he stood looking at it he grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impatient and determined to use his magical power so that the cane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would grow very fast. In five days he again visited the field and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found that the stalks were tall and ready to chew. He hurried home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tell Aponibolinayen how fast their plants had grown, and she was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proud of her powerful husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about this time Gaygayoma, who was the daughter of Bagbagak, a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big star, and Sinag, the moon, looked down from her home in the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when she saw the tall sugar-cane growing below, she was seized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a desire to chew it. She called to her father, Bagbagak, and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, Father, please send the stars down to the earth to get some of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sugar-cane that I see, for I must have it to chew."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Bagbagak sent the stars down, and when they reached the bamboo fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was around the field they sprang over it, and each broke a stalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the cane and pulled some beans which Aponibolinayen had planted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the stems of these beans were of gold. Gaygayoma was delighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the things that the stars brought her. She cooked the beans with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the golden stems and spent long hours chewing the sweet cane. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that the stars brought was gone, however, she grew restless and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called to her father, the big star:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come, Father, and go with me to the place where the sugar-cane grows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I want to see it now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagbagak called many stars to accompany him, and they all followed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaygayoma down to the place where the sugar-cane grew. Some sat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the bamboo fence, while others went to the middle of the field,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all ate as much as they wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day following this, Aponitolau said to his wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aponibolinayen, I am going to the field to see if the bamboo fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is strong, for the carabao will try to get in to eat our sugar-cane."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he set out, and when he reached the field and began looking along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fence to see if it was strong, he kept finding the stalks that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stars had chewed, and he knew that someone had been there. He went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the middle of the field, and there on the ground was a piece of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gold, and he said to himself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How strange this is! I believe some beautiful girl must have chewed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cane. I will watch tonight, and maybe she will return for more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As darkness came on he had no thought of returning home, but he made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his meal of the sugar-cane, and then hid in the tall grass near the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;field to wait. By and by dazzling lights blinded his eyes, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he could see again he was startled to find many stars falling from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky, and soon he heard someone breaking the cane. Suddenly a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so large that it looked like a flame of fire fell into the field,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then a beautiful object near the fence took off her dress which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looked like a star, and she appeared like the half of the rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never had Aponitolau seen such sights; and for a while he lay shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What shall I do?" he said to himself. "If I do not frighten these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;companions of the beautiful girl, they may eat me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a great effort he jumped up and frightened the stars till they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all flew up, and when the pretty girl came looking for her dress she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found Aponitolau sitting on it. [44] "You must forgive us," she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"for your sugar-cane is very sweet, and we wanted some to chew."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are welcome to the sugar-cane," answered Aponitolau. "But now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we must tell our names according to our custom, for it is bad for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to talk until we know each other's names."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he gave her some betel-nut and they chewed together, [45] and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now it is our custom to tell our names."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," said she; "but you tell first"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My name is Aponitolau and I am the husband of Aponibolinayen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am Gaygayoma, the daughter of Bagbagak and Sinag up in the air,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said the girl. "And now, Aponitolau, even though you have a wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to take you up to the sky, for I wish to marry you. If&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are not willing to go, I shall call my companion stars to eat you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau shook with fear, for he knew now that the woman was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit; and as he dared not refuse, he promised to go with her. Soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that the stars dropped a basket that Gaygayoma had ordered them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make, and Aponitolau stepped in with the lovely star and was drawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quickly through the air up to the sky. They were met on their arrival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by a giant star whom Gaygayoma introduced as her father, and he told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau that he had acted wisely in coming, for had he objected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other stars would have eaten him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Aponitolau had lived with the stars for some time, Gaygayoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked him to prick between her last two fingers, and as he did so a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful baby boy popped out. They named him Takyayen, and he grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very fast and was strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this time Aponitolau had never forgotten Aponibolinayen who, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew, was searching for him on the earth, but he had been afraid to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mention her to the stars. When the boy was three months old, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he ventured to tell Gaygayoma of his wish to return to the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first she would not listen to him, but he pleaded so hard that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last she consented to let him go for one moon [46]. If he did not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;return at the end of that time, she said, she would send the stars to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat him. Then she called for the basket again, and they were lowered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the earth. There Aponitolau got out, but Gaygayoma and the baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;returned to the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen was filled with joy at the sight of her husband once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more, for she had believed him dead, and she was very thin from not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating while he was away. Never did she tire of listening to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stories of his life among the stars, and so happy was she to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him again that when the time came for him to leave she refused to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night many stars came to the house. Some stood in the windows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while others stayed outside by the walls; and they were so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the house appeared to be on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau was greatly frightened, and he cried out to his wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You have done wrong to keep me when I should have gone. I feared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the stars would eat me if I did not obey their command, and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have come. Hide me, or they will get me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before Aponibolinayen could answer, Bagbagak himself called out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not hide from us, Aponitolau, for we know that you are in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corner of the house. Come out or we shall eat you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trembling with fear, Aponitolau appeared, and when the stars asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him if he was willing to go with them he dared not refuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Gaygayoma had grown very fond of Aponitolau, and she had commanded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stars not to harm him if he was willing to return to her. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he gave his consent, they put him in the basket and flew away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with him, leaving Aponibolinayen very sad and lonely. After that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau made many trips to the earth, but at Gaygayoma's command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he always returned to the sky to spend part of the time with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when Takyayen was a little boy, Aponitolau took him down to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earth to see his half-brother, Kanag. The world was full of wonders to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boy from the sky, and he wanted to stay there always. But after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some time while he and Kanag were playing out in the yard, big drops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of water began to fall on them. Kanag ran to his mother and cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, Mother, it is raining, and the sun is shining brightly!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Aponitolau, looking out, said, "No, they are the tears of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaygayoma, for she sees her son down below, and she weeps for him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he took Takyayen back to his mother in the sky, and she was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Takyayen was always glad when he was allowed to visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the earth, but each time when his mother's tears began to fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he returned to her. When he was old enough, Aponitolau selected a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wife for him, and after that Takyayen always lived on the earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Gaygayoma stayed in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1306413914527234123?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1306413914527234123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-gaygayoma-who-lives-up-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1306413914527234123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1306413914527234123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-gaygayoma-who-lives-up-above.html' title='The Story of Gaygayoma who Lives up Above'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7748406880422237354</id><published>2009-02-25T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:44:53.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawigawen of Adasen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen was sick with a headache, and she lay on a mat alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in her house. Suddenly she remembered some fruit that she had heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of but had never seen, and she said to herself, "Oh, I wish I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of the oranges of Gawigawen of Adasen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Aponibolinayen did not realize that she had spoken aloud, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau, her husband, lying in the spirit house [30] outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heard her talking and asked what it was she said. Fearing to tell him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth lest he should risk his life in trying to get the oranges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for her, she said: "I wish I had some biw" (a fruit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau at once got up, and, taking a sack, went out to find some of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fruit for his wife. When he returned with the sack full, she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Put it on the bamboo hanger above the fire, and when my head is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better I will eat it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Aponitolau put the fruit on the hanger and returned to the spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house, but when Aponibolinayen tried to eat, the fruit made her sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she threw it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is the matter?" called Aponitolau as he heard her drop the fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I merely dropped one," she replied, and returned to her mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while Aponibolinayen again said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, I wish I had some of the oranges of Gawigawen of Adasen," and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau, who heard her from the spirit house, inquired:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is that you say?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish I had some fish eggs," answered his wife; for she did not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want him to know the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Aponitolau took his net and went to the river, determined to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please his wife if possible. When he had caught a nice fish he opened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it with his knife and took out the eggs. Then he spat on the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he had cut, and it was healed and the fish swam away. [31]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pleased that he was able to gratify his wife's wishes, he hastened home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the eggs; and while his wife was roasting them over the fire, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;returned to the spirit house. She tried to eat, but the eggs did not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taste good to her, and she threw them down under the house to the dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is the matter?" called Aponitolau. "Why are the dogs barking?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I dropped some of the eggs," replied his wife, and she went back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By and by she again said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish I had some of the oranges of Gawigawen of Adasen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when her husband asked what she wished, she replied:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want a deer's liver to eat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Aponitolau took his dogs to the mountains, where they hunted until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they caught a deer, and when he had cut out its liver he spat on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wound, and it was healed so that the deer ran away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Aponibolinayen could not eat the liver any more than she could the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fruit or the fish eggs; and when Aponitolau heard the dogs barking, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew that she had thrown it away. Then he grew suspicious and, changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself into a centipede, [32] hid in a crack in the floor. And when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his wife again wished for some of the oranges, he overheard her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why did you not tell me the truth, Aponibolinayen?" he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because," she replied, "no one Who has gone to Adasen has ever come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back, and I did not want you to risk your life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless Aponitolau determined to go for the oranges, and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commanded his wife to bring him rice straw. After he had burned it he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put the ashes in the water with which he washed his hair. [33] Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she brought cocoanut oil and rubbed his hair, and fetched a dark clout,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a fancy belt, and a head-band, and she baked cakes for him to take on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the journey. Aponitolau cut a vine [34] which he planted by the stove,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[35] and told his wife that if the leaves wilted she would know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was dead. Then he took his spear and head-ax [36] and started on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the long journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aponitolau arrived at the well of a giantess, all the betel-nut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trees bowed. Then the giantess shouted and all the world trembled. "How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange," thought Aponitolau, "that all the world shakes when that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman shouts." But he continued on his way without stopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he passed the place of the old woman, Alokotan, she sent out her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little dog and it bit his leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not proceed," said the old woman, "for ill luck awaits you. If&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you go on, you will never return to your home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Aponitolau paid no attention to the old woman, and by and by he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came to the home of the lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going?" asked the lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am going to get some oranges of Gawigawen of Adasen," replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go stand on that high rock that I may see what your sign is,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commanded the lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he stood on the high rock, but when the lightning flashed Aponitolau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dodged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not go," said the lightning, "for you have a bad sign, and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will never come back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still Aponitolau did not heed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon he arrived at the place of Silit (loud thunder), [37] who also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, Aponitolau?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am going to get oranges of Gawigawen of Adasen," he replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the thunder commanded:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stand on that high stone so that I can see if you have a good sign."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stood on the high stone, and when the thunder made a loud noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he jumped. Whereupon Silit also advised him not to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In spite of all the warnings, Aponitolau continued his journey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and upon coming to the ocean he used magical power, so that when he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stepped on his head-ax it sailed away, carrying him far across the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sea to the other side. Then after a short walk he came to a spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where women were dipping water, and he asked what spring it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is the spring of Gawigawen of Adasen," replied the women. "And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are you that you dare come here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without replying he went on toward the town, but he found that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not go inside, for it was surrounded by a bank which reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost to the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he stood with bowed head pondering what he should do, the chief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the spiders came up and asked why he was so sorrowful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am sad," answered Aponitolau, "because I cannot climb up this bank."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the spider went to the top and spun a thread, [38] and upon this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau climbed up into town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Gawigawen was asleep in his spirit house, and when he awoke and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw Aponitolau sitting near, he was surprised and ran toward his house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get his spear and head-ax, but Aponitolau called to him, saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good morning, Cousin Gawigawen. Do not be angry; I only came to buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of your oranges for my wife."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Gawigawen took him to the house and brought a whole carabao [39]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for him to eat, and he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you cannot eat all the carabao, you cannot have the oranges for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your wife."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau grew very sorrowful, for he knew that he could not eat all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meat, but just at that moment the chief of the ants and flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came to him and inquired what was the trouble. As soon as he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told, the chief called all the ants and flies and they ate the whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carabao. Aponitolau, greatly relieved, went then to Gawigawen and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have finished eating the food which you gave me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawigawen was greatly surprised at this, and, leading the way to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place where the oranges grew, he told Aponitolau to climb the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get all he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he was about to ascend the tree Aponitolau noticed that the branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were sharp knives, so he went as carefully as he could. Nevertheless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he had secured two oranges, he stepped on one of the knives and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was cut. He quickly fastened the fruit to his spear, and immediately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it flew away straight to his town and into his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen was just going down the bamboo ladder out of the house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hearing something drop on the floor she went back to look and found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the oranges from Adasen. She eagerly ate the fruit, rejoicing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her husband had been able to reach the place where they grew. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she thought to look at the vine, whose leaves were wilted, and she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew that her husband was dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after this a son was born to Aponibolinayen, and she called his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;name Kanag. He grew rapidly, becoming a strong lad, and he was the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bravest of all his companions. One day while Kanag was playing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the yard, he spun his top and it struck the garbage pot of an old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman, who became very angry and cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you were a brave boy, you would get your father whom Gawigawen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;killed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanag ran to the house crying, and asked his mother what the old woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meant, for he had never heard the story of his father's death. As&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon as he learned what had happened, the boy determined to search for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his father, and, try as she would, his mother could not dissuade him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he was departing through the gate of the town with his spear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and head-ax, Kanag struck his shield and it sounded like a thousand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warriors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How brave that boy is!" said the surprised people. "He is braver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even than his father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he reached the spring of the giantess, he again struck his shield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and shouted so that the whole world trembled. Then the giantess said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I believe that someone is going to fight, and he will have success."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Kanag reached the place where the old woman, Alokotan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lived, she sent her dog after him, but with one blow of his head-ax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he cut off the dog's head. Then Alokotan asked where he was going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when he had told her, she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your father is dead, but I believe that you will find him, for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a good sign."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hurried on and arrived at the place where lightning was, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where are you going, little boy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am going to Adasen to get my father," answered Kanag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go stand on that high rock that I may see what your sign is," said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he stood on the high rock, and when the bright flash came he did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not move, and the lightning bade him hasten on, as he had a good sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thunder, which saw him passing, also called to ask where he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going, and it commanded him to stand on the high rock. And when the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thunder made a loud noise Kanag did not move, and it bade him go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as his sign was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The women of Adasen were at the spring of Gawigawen dipping water, when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly they were startled by a great noise. They rose up, expecting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see a thousand warriors coming near; but though they looked all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around they could see nothing but a young boy striking a shield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good morning, women who are dipping water," said Kanag. "Tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawigawen that he must prepare, for I am coming to fight him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all the women ran up to the town and told Gawigawen that a strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy was at the spring and he had come to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go and tell him," said Gawigawen, "that if it is true that he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brave, he will come into the town, if he can."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kanag reached the high bank outside the town, he jumped like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a flitting bird up the bank into the town and went straight to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit house of Gawigawen. He noticed that the roofs of both the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dwelling and the spirit houses were of hair, and that around the town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were many heads, [40] and he pondered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is why my father did not return. Gawigawen is a brave man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I will kill him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Gawigawen saw him in the yard he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How brave you are, little boy; why did you come here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I came to get my father," answered Kanag; "for you kept him when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he came to get oranges for my mother. If you do not give him to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will kill you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawigawen laughed at this brave speech and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why, one of my fingers will fight you. You shall never go back to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your town, but you shall stay here and be like your father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We shall see," said Kanag. "Bring your arms and let us fight here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the yard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawigawen was beside himself with rage at this bold speech, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he brought his spear and his head-ax which was as big as half the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sky. Kanag would not throw first, for he wanted to prove himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brave, so Gawigawen took aim and threw his head-ax at the boy. Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanag used magical power, so that he became an ant and was not hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the weapon. Gawigawen laughed loudly when he looked around and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could not see the boy, for he thought that he had been killed. Soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, Kanag reappeared, standing on the head-ax, and Gawigawen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more furious than ever, threw his spear. Again Kanag disappeared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Gawigawen was filled with surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was Kanag's turn and his spear went directly through the body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the giant. He ran quickly and cut off five of the heads, [41] but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sixth he spared until Gawigawen should have shown him his father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they went about the town together, Kanag found that the skin of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father had been used for a drum-head. His hair decorated the house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his head was at the gate of the town, while his body was put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beneath the house. After he had gathered all the parts of the body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together, Kanag used magical power, and his father came to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who are you?" asked Aponitolau; "how long have I slept?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am your son," said Kanag. "You were not asleep but dead, and here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is Gawigawen who kept you. Take my head-ax and cut off his remaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Aponitolau took the head-ax, but when he struck Gawigawen it did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not injure him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is the matter, Father?" asked Kanag; and taking the weapon he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut off the sixth head of Gawigawen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Kanag and his father used magic so that the spears and head-axes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flew about, killing all the people in the town, and the heads and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valuable things went to their home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aponibolinayen saw all these come into her house, she ran to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at the vine by the stove, and it was green and looked like a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jungle. Then she knew that her son was alive, and she was happy. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the father and son returned, all the relatives came to their house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a great feast, and all were so happy that the whole world smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7748406880422237354?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7748406880422237354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/gawigawen-of-adasen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7748406880422237354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7748406880422237354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/gawigawen-of-adasen.html' title='Gawigawen of Adasen'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4557538782356701611</id><published>2009-02-25T16:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:44:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aponibolinayen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful girl in all the world was Aponibolinayen of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nalpangan. Many young men had come to her brother, Aponibalagen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ask for her hand in marriage, but he had refused them all, for he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awaited one who possessed great power. Then it happened that the fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of her beauty spread over all the world till it reached even to Adasen;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in that place there lived a man of great power named Gawigawen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Gawigawen, who was a handsome man, had sought among all the pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls but never, until he heard of the great beauty of Aponibolinayen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had he found one whom he wished to wed. Then he determined that she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should be his wife; and he begged his mother to help him win her. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinawagen, the mother of Gawigawen, took her hat which looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sunbeam and set out at once for Nalpangan; and when she arrived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there she was greeted by Ebang, the mother of the lovely maiden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who presently began to prepare food for them. [16]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She put the pot over the fire, and when the water boiled she broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up a stick and threw the pieces into the pot, and immediately they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became fish. Then she brought basi [17] in a large jar, and Dinawagen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;counting the notches in the rim, [18] perceived that the jar had been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handed down through nine generations. They ate and drank together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after they had finished the meal, Dinawagen told Aponibalagen of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her son's wishes, and asked if he was willing that his sister should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marry Gawigawen. Aponibalagen, who had heard of the power of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suitor, at once gave his consent. And Dinawagen departed for home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaving a gold cup as an engagement present. [19]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawigawen was watching at the door of his house for his mother's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;return, and when she told him of her success, he was so happy that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he asked all the people in the town to go with him the next day to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nalpangan to arrange the amount he must pay for his bride. [20]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the people of Nalpangan wanted a great price for this girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was so beautiful, and the men of the two towns debated for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long time before they could come to an agreement. Finally, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was decided that Gawigawen should fill the spirit house eighteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;times with valuable things; and when he had done this, they were all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;satisfied and went to the yard where they danced and beat on the copper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gongs. [21] All the pretty girls danced their best, and one who wore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big jars about her neck made more noise than the others as she danced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the jars sang "Kitol, kitol, kanitol; inka, inka, inkatol."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when Aponibolinayen, the bride of Gawigawen, came down out of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house to dance, the sunshine vanished, so beautiful was she;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as she moved about, the river came up into the town, and striped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish bit at her heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For three months the people remained here feasting and dancing, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then early one morning they took Aponibolinayen to her new home in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adasen. The trail that led from one town to the other had become very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful in the meantime: the grass and trees glistened with bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lights, and the waters of the tiny streams dazzled the eyes with their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brightness as Aponibolinayen waded across. When they reached the spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of Gawigawen, they found that it, too, was more beautiful than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before. Each grain of sand had become a bead, and the place where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;women set their jars when they came to dip water had become a big dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then said Aponibalagen to his people, "Go tell Gawigawen to bring an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old man, for I want to make a spring for Aponibolinayen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So an old man was brought and Aponibalagen cut off his head and put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it in the ground, and sparkling water bubbled up. [22] The body he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made into a tree to shade his sister when she came to dip water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the drops of blood as they touched the ground were changed into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valuable beads. Even the path from the spring to the house was covered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with big plates, and everything was made beautiful for Aponibolinayen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now during all this time Aponibolinayen had kept her face covered so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she had never seen her husband, for although he was a handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, one of the pretty girls who was jealous of the bride had told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her that he had three noses, and she was afraid to look at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After her people had all returned to their homes, she grew very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unhappy, and when her mother-in-law commanded her to cook she had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to feel her way around, for she would not uncover her face. Finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she became so sad that she determined to run away. One night when all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were asleep, she used magical power and changed herself into oil. [23]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she slid through the bamboo floor and made her escape without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone seeing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On and on she went until she came to the middle of the jungle, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she met a wild rooster who asked her where she was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am running away from my husband," replied Aponibolinayen, "for he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has three noses and I do not want to live with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh," said the rooster, "some crazy person must have told you that. Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not believe it. Gawigawen is a handsome man, for I have often seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him when he comes here to snare chickens." [24]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Aponibolinayen paid no heed to the rooster, and she went on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until she reached a big tree where perched a monkey, and he also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked where she was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am running away from my husband," answered the girl, "for he has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three noses and I do not want to live with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, do not believe that," said the monkey. "Someone who told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that must have wanted to marry him herself, for he is a handsome man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still Aponibolinayen went on until she came to the ocean, and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as she could go no farther, she sat down to rest. As she sat there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pondering what she should do, a carabao [25] came along, and thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she would ride a while she climbed up on its back. No sooner had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she done so than the animal plunged into the water and swam with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until they reached the other side of the great ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There they came to a large orange tree, and the carabao told her to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat some of the luscious fruit while he fed on the grass nearby. As&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon as he had left her, however, he ran straight to his master,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadayadawan, and told him of the beautiful girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadayadawan was very much interested and quickly combed his hair and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oiled it, put on his striped coat [26] and belt, and went with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carabao to the orange tree. Aponibolinayen, looking down from her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;place in the tree, was surprised to see a man coming with her friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the carabao, but as they drew near, she began talking with him, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon they became acquainted. Before long, Kadayadawan had persuaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girl to become his wife, and he took her to his home. From that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time every night his house looked as if it was on fire, because of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beauty of his bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they had been married for some time, Kadayadawan and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen decided to make a ceremony [27] for the spirits, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they called the magic betel-nuts [28] and oiled them and said to them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go to all the towns and invite our relatives to come to the ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which we shall make. If they do not want to come, then grow on their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knees until they are willing to attend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the betel-nuts started in different directions and one went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibalagen in Nalpangan and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kadayadawan is making a ceremony for the spirits, and I have come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to summon you to attend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We cannot go," said Aponibalagen, "for we are searching for my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is lost"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You must come," replied the betel-nut, "or I shall grow on your knee,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grow on my pig," answered Aponibalagen; so the betel-nut went on to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pig's back and grew into a tall tree, and it became so heavy that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pig could not carry it, but squealed all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Aponibalagen, seeing that he must obey, said to the betel-nut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get off my pig, and we will go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The betel-nut got off the pig's back, and the people started for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceremony. When they reached the river, Gawigawen was there waiting to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cross, for the magic nuts had forced him to go also. Then Kadayadawan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing them, sent more betel-nuts to the river, and the people were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carried across by the nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as they reached the town the dancing began, and while Gawigawen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was dancing with Aponibolinayen he seized her and put her in his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belt. [29] Kadayadawan, who saw this, was so angry that he threw his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spear and killed Gawigawen. Then Aponibolinayen escaped and ran into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house, and her husband brought his victim back to life, and asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him why he had seized the wife of his host. Gawigawen explained that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was his wife who had been lost, and the people were very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprised, for they had not recognized her at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all the people discussed what should be done to bring peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between the two men, and it was finally decided that Kadayadawan must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pay both Aponibalagen and Gawigawen the price that was first demanded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the beautiful girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this was done all were happy; and the guardian spirit of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadayadawan gave them a golden house in which to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4557538782356701611?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4557538782356701611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/aponibolinayen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4557538782356701611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4557538782356701611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/aponibolinayen.html' title='Aponibolinayen'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5631172095750811468</id><published>2009-02-25T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:43:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aponibolinayen and the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;_Tinguian_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Aponibolinayen and her sister-in-law went out to gather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;greens. They walked to the woods to the place where the siksiklat grew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the tender leaves of this vine are very good to eat. Suddenly while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;searching about in the underbrush, Aponibolinayen cried out with joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for she had found the vine, and she started to pick the leaves. Pull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as hard as she would, however, the leaves did not come loose, and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at once the vine wound itself around her body and began carrying her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upward. [1]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far up through the air she went until she reached the sky, and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the vine set her down under a tree. Aponibolinayen was so surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find herself in the sky that for some time she just sat and looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around, and then, hearing a rooster crow, she arose to see if she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could find it. Not far from where she had sat was a beautiful spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surrounded by tall betel-nut trees whose tops were pure gold. Rare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beads were the sands of the spring, and the place where the women set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their jars when they came to dip water was a large golden plate. As&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen stood admiring the beauties of this spring, she beheld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a small house nearby, and she was filled with fear lest the owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should find her there. She looked about for some means of escape and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally climbed to the top of a betel-nut tree and hid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the owner of this house was Ini-init, [2] the Sun, but he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never at home in the daylight, for it was his duty to shine in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sky and give light to all the world. At the close of the day when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Big Star took his place in the sky to shine through the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini-init returned to his house, but early the next morning he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always off again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From her place in the top of the betel-nut tree, Aponibolinayen saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Sun when he came home at evening time, and again the next morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she saw him leave. When she was sure that he was out of sight she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;climbed down and entered his dwelling, for she was very hungry. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooked rice, and into a pot of boiling water she dropped a stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which immediately became fish, [3] so that she had all she wished to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat. When she was no longer hungry, she lay down on the bed to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now late in the afternoon Ini-init returned from his work and went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fish in the river near his house, and he caught a big fish. While&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sat on the bank cleaning his catch, he happened to look up toward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his house and was startled to see that it appeared to be on fire. [4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He hurried home, but when he reached the house he saw that it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not burning at all, and he entered. On his bed he beheld what looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a flame of fire, but upon going closer he found that it was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful woman fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini-init stood for some time wondering what he should do, and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he decided to cook some food and invite this lovely creature to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with him. He put rice over the fire to boil and cut into pieces the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish he had caught. The noise of this awakened Aponibolinayen, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she slipped out of the house and back to the top of the betel-nut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tree. The Sun did not see her leave, and when the food was prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called her, but the bed was empty and he had to eat alone. That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night Ini-init could not sleep well, for all the time he wondered who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beautiful woman could be. The next morning, however, he rose as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usual and set forth to shine in the sky, for that was his work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day Aponibolinayen stole again to the house of the Sun and cooked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;food, and when she returned to the betel-nut tree she left rice and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish ready for the Sun when he came home. Late in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini-init went into his home, and when he found pots of hot rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fish over the fire he was greatly troubled. After he had eaten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he walked a long time in the fresh air. "Perhaps it is done by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovely woman who looks like a flame of fire," he said. "If she comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again I will try to catch her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day the Sun shone in the sky as before, and when the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grew late he called to the Big Star to hurry to take his place, for he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was impatient to reach home. As he drew near the house he saw that it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again looked as if it was on fire. He crept quietly up the ladder, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he had reached the top he sprang in and shut the door behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen, who was cooking rice over the fire, was surprised and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angry that she had been caught; but the Sun gave her betel-nut [5]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was covered with gold, and they chewed together and told each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other their names. Then Aponibolinayen took up the rice and fish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as they ate they talked together and became acquainted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time Aponibolinayen and the Sun were married, and every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning the Sun went to shine in the sky, and upon his return at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he found his supper ready for him. He began to be troubled, however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know where the food came from, for though he brought home a fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish every night, Aponibolinayen always refused to cook it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night he watched her prepare their meal, and he saw that, instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of using the nice fish he had brought, she only dropped a stick into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pot of boiling water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do you try to cook a stick?" asked Ini-init in surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So that we can have fish to eat," answered his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you cook that stick for a month, it will not be soft," said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini-init. "Take this fish that I caught in the net, for it will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Aponibolinayen only laughed at him, and when they were ready to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat she took the cover off the pot and there was plenty of nice soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish. The next night and the next, Aponibolinayen cooked the stick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Ini-init became greatly troubled for he saw that though the stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always supplied them with fish, it never grew smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally he asked Aponibolinayen again why it was that she cooked the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stick instead of the fish he brought, and she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you not know of the woman on earth who has magical power and can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;change things?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," answered the Sun, "and now I know that you have great power."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, then," said his wife, "do not ask again why I cook the stick."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they ate their supper of rice and the fish which the stick made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night not long after this Aponibolinayen told her husband that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wanted to go with him the next day when he made light in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, no, you cannot," said the Sun, "for it is very hot up there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[6] and you cannot stand the heat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We will take many blankets and pillows," said the woman, "and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heat becomes very great, I will hide under them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again and again Ini-init begged her not to go, but as often she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;insisted on accompanying him, and early in the morning they set out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carrying with them many blankets and pillows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, they went to the East, and as soon as they arrived the Sun began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to shine, and Aponibolinayen was with him. They traveled toward the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;West, but when morning had passed into noontime and they had reached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the middle of the sky Aponibolinayen was so hot that she melted and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became oil. Then Ini-init put her into a bottle and wrapped her in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blankets and pillows and dropped her down to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now one of the women of Aponibolinayen's town was at the spring dipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water when she heard something fall near her. Turning to look, she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beheld a bundle of beautiful blankets and pillows which she began to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unroll, and inside she found the most beautiful woman she had ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seen. Frightened at her discovery, the woman ran as fast as she could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the town, where she called the people together and told them to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come at once to the spring. They all hastened to the spot and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they found Aponibolinayen for whom they had been searching everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where have you been?" asked her father; "we have searched all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world and we could not find you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have come from Pindayan," answered Aponibolinayen. "Enemies of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our people kept me there till I made my escape while they were asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All were filled with joy that the lost one had returned, and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided that at the next moon [7] they would perform a ceremony for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirits [8] and invite all the relatives who were mourning for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponibolinayen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they began to prepare for the ceremony, and while they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pounding rice, Aponibolinayen asked her mother to prick her little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finger where it itched, and as she did so a beautiful baby boy popped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out. The people were very much surprised at this, and they noticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that every time he was bathed the baby grew very fast so that, in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a short time, he was able to walk. Then they were anxious to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was the husband of Aponibolinayen, but she would not tell them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they decided to invite everyone in the world to the ceremony that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they might not overlook him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sent for the betel-nuts that were covered with gold, [9] and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they had oiled them they commanded them to go to all the towns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and compel the people to come to the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If anyone refuses to come, grow on his knee," said the people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the betel-nuts departed to do as they were bidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the guests began to arrive, the people watched carefully for one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who might be the husband of Aponibolinayen, but none appeared and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were greatly troubled. Finally they went to the old woman, Alokotan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was able to talk with the spirits, and begged her to find what town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had not been visited by the betel-nuts which had been sent to invite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people. After she had consulted the spirits the old woman said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You have invited all the people except Ini-init who lives up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above. Now you must send a betel-nut to summon him. It may be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is the husband of Aponibolinayen, for the siksiklat vine carried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her up when she went to gather greens."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a betel-nut was called and bidden to summon Ini-init.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The betel-nut went up to the Sun, who was in his house, and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good morning, Sun. I have come to summon you to a ceremony which the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father and mother of Aponibolinayen are making for the spirits. If&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you do not want to go, I will grow on your head." [10]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grow on my head," said the Sun. "I do not wish to go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the betel-nut jumped upon his head and grew until it became so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tall that the Sun was not able to carry it, and he was in great pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, grow on my pig," begged the Sun. So the betel-nut jumped upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pig's head and grew, but it was so heavy that the pig could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carry it and squealed all the time. At last the Sun saw that he would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have to obey the summons, and he said to the betel-nut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get off my pig and I will go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Ini-init came to the ceremony, and as soon as Aponibolinayen and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby saw him, they were very happy and ran to meet him. Then the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knew that this was the husband of Aponibolinayen, and they waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eagerly for him to come up to them. As he drew near, however, they saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he did not walk, for he was round; and then they perceived that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was not a man but a large stone. All her relatives were very angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find that Aponibolinayen had married a stone; and they compelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her to take off her beads [11] and her good clothes, for, they said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she must now dress in old clothes and go again to live with the stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Aponibolinayen put on the rags that they brought her and at once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;set out with the stone for his home. No sooner had they arrived there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, than he became a handsome man, and they were very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In one moon," said the Sun, "we will make a ceremony for the spirits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I will pay your father and mother the marriage price [12] for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pleased Aponibolinayen very much, and they used magic so that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had many neighbors who came to pound rice [13] for them and to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;build a large spirit house. [14]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they sent oiled betel-nuts to summon their relatives to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceremony. The father of Aponibolinayen did not want to go, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the betel-nut threatened to grow on his knee if he did not. So he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commanded all the people in the town to wash their hair and their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clothes, and when all was ready they set out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they reached the town they were greatly surprised to find that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stone had become a man, and they chewed the magic betel-nuts to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see who he might be. It was discovered that he was the son of a couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Aponibolinayen's own town, and the people all rejoiced that this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couple had found the son whom they had thought lost. They named him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aponitolau, and his parents paid the marriage price for his wife--the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spirit house nine times full of valuable jars. [15]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that all danced and made merry for one moon, and when the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;departed for their homes Ini-init and his wife went with them to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5631172095750811468?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5631172095750811468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/aponibolinayen-and-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5631172095750811468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5631172095750811468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/aponibolinayen-and-sun.html' title='Aponibolinayen and the Sun'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5339529053340523456</id><published>2009-02-22T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:42:28.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Juan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan was lazy, Juan was a fool, and his mother never tired of scolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him and emphasizing her words by a beating. When Juan went to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he made more noise at his study than anybody else, but his reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was only gibberish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His mother sent him to town to buy meat to eat with the boiled rice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he bought a live crab which he set down in the road and told to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to his mother and be cooked for dinner. The crab promised, but as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon as Juan's back was turned ran in the other direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan went home after a while and asked for the crab, but there was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none, and they ate their rice without ulam. [12] His mother then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went herself and left Juan to care for the baby. The baby cried and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan examined it to find the cause, and found the soft spot on its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head. "Aha! It has a boil. No wonder it cries!" And he stuck a knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the soft spot, and the baby stopped crying. When his mother came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back, Juan told her about the boil and that the baby was now asleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the mother said it was dead, and she beat Juan again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she told Juan that if he could do nothing else he could at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut firewood, so she gave him a bolo and sent him to the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He found what looked to him like a good tree and prepared to cut it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the tree was a magic tree and said to Juan, "Do not cut me and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will give you a goat that shakes silver money from its whiskers." Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agreed, and the bark of the tree opened and the goat came out, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when Juan told him to shake his whiskers, money dropped out. Juan was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very glad, for at last he had something he would not be beaten for. On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his way home he met a friend, and told him of his good fortune. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man made him dead drunk and substituted another goat which had not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ability to shake money from its whiskers, and when the new goat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was tried at home poor Juan was beaten and scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back he went to the tree, which he threatened to cut down for lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to him, but the tree said, "No, do not kill me and I will give you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a magic net which you may cast even on dry ground or into a tree-top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it will return full of fish," and the tree did even so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again he met the friend, again he drank tuba [13] until he was dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drunk, and again a worthless thing was substituted, and on reaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home he was beaten and scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once more Juan went to the magic tree, and this time he received a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;magic pot, always full of rice; and spoons always full of whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ulam might be wished, and these went the way of the other gifts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the false friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fourth time he asked of the tree he was given a magic stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would without hands beat and kill anything that the owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wished. "Only say to it 'Boombye, boomba,' and it will obey your word,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Juan met the false friend again, the false friend asked him what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gift he had this time. "It is only a stick that if I say, 'Boombye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boomba,' will beat you to death," said Juan, and with that the stick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leaped from his hand and began to belabor the wicked man. "Lintic na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cahoy ito ay! [14] Stop it and I will give you everything I stole from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you." Juan ordered the stick to stop, but made the man, bruised and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sore, carry the net, the pot, and the spoons, and lead the goat to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan's home. There the goat shook silver from his beard till Juan's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three brothers and his mother had all they could carry, and they dined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the pot and the magic spoons until they were full to their mouths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now," said Juan, "you have beaten me and called me a fool all my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you are not ashamed to take good things when I get them. I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show you something else. Boombye, boomba!" and the stick began to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beat them all. Quickly they agreed that Juan was head of the house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he ordered the beating to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan now became rich and respected, but he never trusted himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far from his stick day or night. One night a hundred robbers came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to break into the house, to take all his goods, and kill him, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said to the stick, "Boombye, boomba!" and with the swiftness of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lightning the stick flew around, and all those struck fell dead till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was not one left. Juan was never troubled again by robbers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the end married a princess and lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5339529053340523456?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5339529053340523456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-of-juan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5339529053340523456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5339529053340523456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventures-of-juan.html' title='The Adventures of Juan'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-9160985411627139939</id><published>2009-02-22T22:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:34:14.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Filipino (Tagalog) Version of Aladdin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once on a time a poor boy and his mother went far from their home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;city to seek their fortune. They were very poor, for the husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and father had died, leaving them little, and that little was soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent. The boy went into the market-place to seek for work, and a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;travelling merchant, seeing his distress, spoke to him and asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many questions. When he had inquired the name of the boy's father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he embraced him with many kind words, and told him that he was the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father's long-lost brother, and that as he had no children of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;own the boy should be his heir and for the present live with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as his son. He sent the boy to call his mother, and when she came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kissed her with many words of endearment, and would have it that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was his sister-in-law, though she told him that her husband had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no brother. He treated her well and made her many presents, so that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was forced to believe he really was her brother-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The merchant then invited the boy to go for a visit with him, promising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the mother should soon follow. Mother and son consented, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the merchant set off with his nephew in the afternoon. They went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far and came to a mountain which they crossed, and then to a second,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which seemed very high to the poor boy so that he begged to rest. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man would not allow this, and when the boy cried, beat him till he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agreed to do whatever he was told. They crossed this mountain also,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and came to a third, and on the very top they stopped. The merchant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drew a ring from his own finger and put it on that of the boy. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he drew a circle around the boy and told him not to be frightened at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what would happen, but to stretch out his arms three times, and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the third time the ground would open, and that then he must descend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get a tabo [24] that he would find, and that with that in their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hands they could quickly return. The boy, from fear of the man, did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as he was told, and when the ground opened, went down into the cave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and got the tabo. As he reached up his hand to be pulled from the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cave, the man took the ring from his finger, and told him to hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up the vessel, but the boy, now much frightened, refused unless he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were first helped out himself. That the man would not do, and after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much talk drew another circle around the cave-mouth, bade it close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and left the boy a prisoner in most evil plight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone and helpless for three days in the underground darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boy was a prey to awful fear, but at the end of the third day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having by accident rubbed slightly the tabo with his hand, at once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great sinio [25] or multo [26] stood before him, saying that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the slave of the tabo, and that all things earthly were within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his power. At once mindful of his mother, he told the multo to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him home, and in the winking of an eye, still carrying the tabo in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his hand, he stood before his mother. He found her very hungry and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorrowful, and recounted all that had happened and again rubbed the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tabo lightly. The multo reappeared and the good woman hid her face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for terror at the sight, but the lad bade the multo bring him a dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for them both on a service of silver with everything to match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they had dined well for several days on the remnants of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;food, the boy went to the market and sold the spoons that the multo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had brought for two gold pieces, and on that they lived a long time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as from time to time their money became exhausted, he sold more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till at last there was nothing left. Then, as he had become a young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, he required the multo to bring him a great chest of money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon became known as a very rich and generous person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there was in that city a woman who had a very handsome daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom she wished to marry to the young man, and by way of opening the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matter, she and her daughter went one day to try to buy some of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rich table ware which he had, or at least so they pretended. The young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man was not of a mind for that kind of alliance, and so told the old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman to rub the magic vessel. She did so and the multo at once whisked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her inside. The daughter also went in to inquire for her mother, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as she admiringly touched the tabo the multo made her prisoner, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two became the slaves of the young man and were never heard of again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A variant of this tale has been printed in Tagalog. It has probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached the Phillppines through the medium of Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fletcher Gardner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloomington, Ind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-9160985411627139939?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/9160985411627139939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/filipino-tagalog-version-of-aladdin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/9160985411627139939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/9160985411627139939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/filipino-tagalog-version-of-aladdin.html' title='A Filipino (Tagalog) Version of Aladdin.'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1836410035301155534</id><published>2009-02-22T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:33:34.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle of the Enchanters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once a poor boy who was very ambitious to learn, and with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the consent of his parents he bound himself to an enchanter who was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a very wise man. The boy remained with him for a very long time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until at last his master sent him home, saying that he could teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him nothing more. The boy went home, but there he found nothing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way of adventure, so he proposed to his father that he should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;become a horse, which his father could sell for twenty pesos to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late teacher. He cautioned his father that, as soon as he received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the money for the horse, he should drop the halter as if by accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young man then became a horse, and his father took him to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enchanter, who gave him twenty pesos. As soon as the money was in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;father's hand, he dropped the halter, and the horse at once became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bird which flew away. The enchanter metamorphosed himself into a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hawk and followed. The bird was so hard pressed by the hawk that it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dived into the sea and became a fish. The hawk followed and became a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shark. The fish, being in danger from the shark, leaped out on to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dry ground and took the shape of a crab, which hid in a spring where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a princess was bathing. The shark followed in the shape of a cat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which began to search under the stones for the crab, but the crab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escaped by changing itself into a ring on the finger of the princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it chanced that the father of the princess was very sick, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the enchanter went to the palace and offered to cure him for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ring on the finger of the princess. To this the king agreed, but the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ring begged the princess not to give him directly to the enchanter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to let him fall on the floor. The princess did this, and as the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ring touched the floor it broke into a shower of rice. The enchanter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;immediately took the form of a cock and industriously pecked at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grains on the floor. But as he pecked, one of the grains changed to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cat which jumped on him and killed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young man then resumed his own form, having proven himself a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;greater man than his master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fletcher Gardner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloomington, Ind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1836410035301155534?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1836410035301155534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-of-enchanters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1836410035301155534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1836410035301155534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-of-enchanters.html' title='The Battle of the Enchanters'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4171199648390457509</id><published>2009-02-22T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:33:01.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There were once a husband and his wife who were very poor. They had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little plot of ground that helped to sustain them, but as the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was sick the woman went to work alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she was weeding in the fields she found a malapad, [20] and after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little she found another, and so on until she had a sec-apat. [21]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this she returned home and bought rice, but she was afraid to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell her husband lest he be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day she went to work and on this day she found a silver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peso. As she reached the edge of the field a voice spoke to her saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tell no one of your good fortune, not even your husband, and you shall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have more treasure." Afterwards she went to the field, and daily she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found a peso until she had five pesos, which she hid in a safe place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the seventh day she went to the field, but found nothing. She went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the edge of the field to boil her rice, and was blowing her fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she heard the same voice again saying, "Never mind boiling your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rice, but dig there under your pallok, [22] and you will find more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than enough. Tell no one, not even your husband, of what you find." She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dug down and there she found a great jar filled to the brim with gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pieces. She took one or two, and hastily covered up the rest and went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home. Like a good wife she disliked to keep a secret from her husband,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally she took him off to a quiet place and told him of their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good fortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He, overjoyed, could not restrain himself and went into the village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and told every one of the treasure trove. Then they went to dig it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was no longer there. Even the gold and the five pesos already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saved and hid in another secret place were gone, and they were as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor as they had been before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How foolish they were to disobey the command of the voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4171199648390457509?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4171199648390457509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/hidden-treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4171199648390457509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4171199648390457509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/hidden-treasure.html' title='Hidden Treasure'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8876372179917266919</id><published>2009-02-22T22:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:32:20.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The King, the Princess, and the Poor Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once a king who loved his daughter very much, so much in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact that he did not wish her to marry; so he built for her a secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house or vault under the ground, and there he kept her away from all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but her parents and her maid servants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also an old man in the same city who had a son. The old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said to his son, "Come, lad, let us go into the country and plant crops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we may live," for they were very poor. After they had worked a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;short time in the country, the old man died and the boy returned to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the king's city and then went up and down the street crying, "Oh! who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will buy me for a slave, that I may bury my father?" A kind-hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rich man saw him and inquired his troubles, and the boy told him that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was greatly grieved because his father was dead and he had no money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the funeral. The rich man told him not to grieve, that his father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be buried with all the ceremonies given to any one. After the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funeral the boy went to live with the rich man as his servant, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;served him faithfully; so faithfully, indeed, that the rich man, who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was childless, adopted him and gave him every advantage of education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day the boy wrote a sentence and placed it in the window, "You may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hide your treasure with every care, and watch it well, but it will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent at last." Now the boy had no idea of any hidden meaning in this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentence, but the king chanced to pass that way and read it. Angrily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called the rich man to his carriage, and demanded of him what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it meant. "I do not know, most exalted king," said the rich man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have only now seen it. It must have been written by a poor boy to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom I have given shelter since his father died." "Drive him away,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said the king; "if he comes back he shall be put to death."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the rich man with a heavy heart, for he loved the boy, sent him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out into the world. The boy wandered far and long, till at last he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came to a house. He called out to those within, "Honorable people,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and heard them answer, "Come in." Inside there was no one but only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two statues, and one of these spoke, bidding him return to his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;town and beg of his master princely clothing, a princely carriage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all gilt, and a music box that could play many tunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the poor boy returned to his master, who sent for the tradesmen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tailors and had them make all manner of princely clothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he got into his carriage and drove around for a while, till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he met a boy. To the boy he gave the music box and a piece of money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and told him to play it everywhere but to sell it to nobody, and to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;report to him if any one wanted it. So the boy got into the carriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and took the music box with him, while the poor boy went back to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rich man's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon the king saw the beautiful carriage and heard the sweet music of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the music box. The king asked the boy who the owner was, and wished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to buy them. The boy told the king that he must tell his employer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon the carriage and the music box were sent to the king for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The king was much pleased, for he knew the princess would be delighted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he had the carriage and the music box taken into her vault, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played on the music box a long time. After he had gone, out stepped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the poor boy from a secret compartment of the carriage, and knelt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before her telling his love in gentle tones. She listened to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much frightened at first, but later more composedly, till at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she gave him her heart and promised him her hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the king came in again he found them sitting holding each other's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hands. He demanded in a loud voice, "Who are you? Why are you here? How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you come?" To this the boy modestly replied, saying that he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come concealed in the carriage, and told the king that "You may hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your treasure with every care, and watch it well, but it will be spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last." But the princess entreated for him, and finally the king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave his consent to their marriage, and they lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8876372179917266919?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8876372179917266919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-princess-and-poor-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8876372179917266919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8876372179917266919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-princess-and-poor-boy.html' title='The King, the Princess, and the Poor Boy'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7213230406286639761</id><published>2009-02-22T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:31:42.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalog Babes in the Woods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time there was a cruel father who hated his twin children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan and Maria, and drove them from the house on every occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children used to live on the grains of rice that fell through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bamboo floor, and such food as their mother could smuggle to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, when they were about six years old, their father took them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off into the forest and left them without food or drink. They wandered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for three days, being preserved by such fruits and leaves as they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could gather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally poor Maria said she could go no farther, but that she would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die. Juan cut a mountain bamboo and from its hollow joints gave Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a refreshing drink. Then he climbed a tree and in the distance saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a house. After much exertion they reached it and called out, "Tauo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;po." [19] A voice from within said, "Come in, children." They went in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and found a table set, but no one was there, though the same voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said, "Eat and drink all you want." They did so, and after saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you, good-by," they started to go away, but again they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bidden to stay. So they stayed on for a long time until Juan was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;young man and Maria a young woman. From a great chest that stood in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the corner they took out new clothing as their old wore out, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chest was never empty, and there was always food in the magic dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7213230406286639761?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7213230406286639761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagalog-babes-in-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7213230406286639761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7213230406286639761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagalog-babes-in-woods.html' title='Tagalog Babes in the Woods.'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-6234608304965460036</id><published>2009-02-22T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:30:59.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Child Saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once there was a child who was different from other children. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was very quiet and patient, and never spoke unless she was spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to. Her mother used to urge her to play in the streets with the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children, but she always preferred to sit in the corner quietly and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without trouble to any one. When the time came for the child to enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school, she begged her mother to get her a book of doctrines and let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her learn at home. So her mother got a book of doctrines for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she was able to read at once without being taught. Day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she sat in the corner reading her books and meditating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she became a little larger she asked to have a little room built&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away from the house, where she might remain free from the intrusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of any earthly thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mother had this done, and there in the tight little room with no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one to see her she sat. She never tasted the food or drink placed at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her door, and finally her mother, becoming alarmed, made a tiny hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and peeped through the wall. There sat the child reading her book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a huge man standing beside her, and all manner of beasts and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serpents filling the little room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More frightened than ever, the mother ran to the priest, who told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her that those were devils tempting the child, but not to fear, for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she would certainly become a saint. And it was so, for afterwards the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evil shapes were gone. Then the priest and the people built a costly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shrine and placed her in it, and there the people used to go and ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her to intercede for them. But at last the shrine was found empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and surely she was taken alive into heaven and is now a saint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-6234608304965460036?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6234608304965460036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/child-saint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6234608304965460036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/6234608304965460036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/child-saint.html' title='The Child Saint'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-128896550972579596</id><published>2009-02-22T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:30:17.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen and the Aeta Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once a king who was sick unto death. Though he was already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;married to a beautiful and charming woman, he promised to marry any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman who could save his life or recall him after death. Then he died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after his death the queen was superintending the preparations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for burial and getting ready the collation for the mourners. While&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was busy, an Aeta (Negrito) woman, black, ill-favored, dirty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smelling like a goat went into the room. Kneeling by the body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she began pulling out pins from the flesh, and soon the king awoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but his mind was lost. He clasped the Aeta woman to him and showered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on her terms of endearment, thinking that she was the queen, while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the time the real queen was without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing how matters stood, the Aeta woman called the queen, "Maria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria, bring food for the king," and she forced the queen to obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her and work as a slave in the kitchen, while she wore the queen's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;robes and lay on the queen's couch. Of course this made a scandal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no one could interfere until at last a soldier passed through the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kitchen and seeing the queen's face red with the fire and noting her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beauty, he called the king's attention to her. Then the king remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria and that she was the real queen, and that the other was only a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hideous Aeta usurper, and he had the Aeta woman tied in a sack with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stones and thrown into the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-128896550972579596?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/128896550972579596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-and-aeta-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/128896550972579596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/128896550972579596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-and-aeta-woman.html' title='The Queen and the Aeta Woman'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-5680175348769782547</id><published>2009-02-22T22:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:29:46.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artificial Earthquake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once in another town a man who had three daughters, all very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful. But one of them had an admirer, who by some means excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old man's wrath, and the daughter was sent to a distant place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This in turn made the young man angry, and he determined to have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revenge. He took a strong rope and attached it to one of the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upright posts of the house, and waiting till it was dark and still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside, he hid behind a tree and began to pull the rope, alternately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hauling and slacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh!" said one of the girls, "there is an earthquake." [18]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old man jumped up and, seizing his crucifix, began to recite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the prayers against earthquakes. But the trembling kept up. For more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than an hour the old man prayed to all the saints in the calendar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the earthquake still shook the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the earthquake stopped a moment, and a voice called him to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come outside. His daughters begged him not to go, for said they,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You never can stand such a terrible earthquake." Taking his saw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his axe, and his long bolo, the old man went down, only to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything quiet outside. He began to explore the surroundings of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house to see if he could find the cause of the disturbance, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell over the rope. With that he began to curse and swear, saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"May lightning blast the one of ill-omened ancestry who has shaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my house, frightened my family, and broken my bones," and many other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harsh things, but he got no answer but a laugh, and the young man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had his revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-5680175348769782547?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5680175348769782547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/artificial-earthquake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5680175348769782547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/5680175348769782547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/artificial-earthquake.html' title='The Artificial Earthquake.'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4855386036066746060</id><published>2009-02-22T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:28:55.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Juan del Mundo de Austria and the Princess Maria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once a king who had three very beautiful daughters, Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara, Princess Catalina, and Princess Maria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This king was sick for a long time with a dreadful disease, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although he spent much money on medicines and doctors he was only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse instead of better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last he sent word to all his people proclaiming that whoever would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cure him might have one of the princesses to marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several days one of the heralds returned, saying he had met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a snake who inquired if the king would give his daughter to a snake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to wife if he were cured. The king called his daughters and asked if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would be willing to marry a snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said Princess Clara, "I will be stung by a snake till I am dead before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give my virginity to a snake." Said Princess Catalina, "I may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beaten to death with sticks, but I will not give my virginity to a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snake." Said Princess Maria, "Father, so you be but well, I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not what becomes of me. If a snake can cure you, I am willing to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marry him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the king's message was carried to the snake, and the king was made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. The snake and the princess were married, and set off through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the forest together. After a long journey they came to a house in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forest, and there the snake and the beautiful Maria lived together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many days. But the snake, being very wise, saw that the princess ate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little and cried very much, and asked her why it was so. She told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him that it was hard for her to live with a snake. "Very well," said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the snake, and went into a house near by; after a little there came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out a handsome man with silken clothes, and rings on his fingers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who told her that he was her husband, that he was known among men as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Juan del Mundo de Austria, and that he was king of all the beasts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being able to take the form of any of them at will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They passed many happy days together till the time came for the great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feast at the court of Princess Maria's father. Don Juan told her that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she might go, but that she must on no account tell his name or rank,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otherwise when she came to their trysting-place by the seashore she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would not find him. He gave her a magic ring by means of which she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;might obtain anything she wanted, and left her close to her own city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she arrived at home her sisters were greatly surprised to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her looking well, happy, and much more finely dressed than when she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went away, but her father was very glad to see her. The elder sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;often asked her the secret of her husband's identity, but her answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was always the same, "Did you not both see that I married a snake? Who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;else could it be." The wicked women then determined to make her tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether she wished or not, and so they asked her to walk with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a secluded garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they took sticks and set upon her, beating her and telling her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that she must tell who her husband was. The poor little princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;defended herself a long time, saying that if she told she would never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see him again, but finally, when she was nearly dead from beating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she told them that her husband was Don Juan de Austria. Then she was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beaten for not telling the truth, but her tormentors finally desisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she went to her father and told him all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did not wish her to return to the forest and begged her to remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with him, but she insisted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she arrived at the trysting-place, Don Juan was not there, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she set out bravely, asking of her ring whatever she needed for food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drink, and clothing. Wherever she went she inquired of the beasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and birds the whereabouts of her husband, Don Juan de Austria, and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they knew who she was, they worshipped her and did all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many days of wandering she came to a place where there was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giant, who was about to eat her, but when he knew her for Don Juan's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wife he worshipped her and sent her on her way. Soon she was found by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a young giantess who, too, was about to eat her, but when she learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Maria was the wife of Don Juan she carried her to her own house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hid her, saying that she must be cared for a while until her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parents should return, for they might eat her without asking who she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was. When the old giant and his wife came back, they told her that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she must stay with them for a while, until they could find out about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whereabouts of Don Juan, when they would help her further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were very good to her, for, said they, "Don Juan is not only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;king of the animals but of the giants and monsters of every kind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the giants took her to Don Juan's city and found her a place in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house of an old childless couple, and there she made her home. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Juan had taken another wife, the Lady Loriana, and the new wife saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old and desired her for a servant. So the Princess Maria became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a servant of her rival, and often sat in old rags under the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at her work, while her faithless husband passed her without seeing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poor girl was torn with jealousy and spent much time thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about how she might win her husband again. So she asked the ring for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a toy in the form of a beautiful little chick, just from the egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lady Loriana saw the pretty toy and begged for it. "No," said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria, "unless you grant me a little favor, that I may sleep on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;floor to-night in your room." So Loriana, suspecting no deceit, agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night Maria wished on her ring that Loriana might be overcome with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep, and again that her own rags might be transformed into royal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raiment and that her tiara should glitter on her forehead. Then she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the head of the bed and called Don Juan. At first he would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not answer, then, without turning to look at the speaker, he bade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her go away, as his wife would be angry. "But that is not your wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Juan," said Maria; "I am your true wife, Maria. Look at my dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the jewels on my forehead--my face, the ring on my finger." And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Juan saw that she was indeed the deserted wife, and after he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heard the sad story of her wanderings he loved her afresh. The next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at noon-time Maria was not to be found, although Dona Loriana looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere. At last she looked into Don Juan's room, and there, locked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in each other's arms fast asleep, were Don Juan and Princess Maria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loriana aroused them, angrily saying to Maria, "Why do you wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to steal my husband? You must leave this house at once." But Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;resisted saying, "No, he is not your husband but mine, and I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not give him up." And so they quarrelled long and bitterly, but at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last agreed to be judged by the council.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There each told her story, and Maria showed Don Juan's enchanted ring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which worked its wonders for her but would not obey the Lady Loriana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the matter was decided, it was the judgment of all, including&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Archbishop, that Maria was the lawful wife, but that she and Don&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan must go away and never return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Don Juan and the Princess Maria went away and lived long and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4855386036066746060?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4855386036066746060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-juan-del-mundo-de-austria-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4855386036066746060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4855386036066746060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-juan-del-mundo-de-austria-and.html' title='The Story of Juan del Mundo de Austria and the Princess Maria.'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-7119339484900548187</id><published>2009-02-22T22:27:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:28:13.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Priest, the Servant Boy, and the Child Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once a priest who had for his servant a very good boy. One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day the padre wanted the boy, and, after looking everywhere for him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to church. Opening the door quietly, he looked in and there he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw that the statue of the child Jesus had left its shrine and was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down on the floor talking and playing with the boy. The priest slipped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;softly away and ordered a very fine dinner cooked for the lad. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boy returned to the convent, the padre asked him where he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been. "I have been down to the church playing with a friend." "Very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, there is your dinner. If you play with your friend again, ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him if I shall go to glory in heaven when I am dead." The boy took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his dinner to the church and ate, sharing it With the child Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tell me, friend," said he to his heavenly companion, "will my master,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the priest, go to glory in heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," said the child Jesus, "because he has neglected his father and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother." When the boy carried these words to the priest he became&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very sad, and asked the lad to inquire whether he might atone for his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong by doing good to other old people. "No," came the answer. "It&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must be his father and mother who shall receive their dues, and it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may be that he shall enter heaven alive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the priest sent for his poor old father and mother, and lavished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on them every care, suffering no one else to do the least thing for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them. At last the old people died, and the priest was very sad. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one night, as he slept, came soft and very beautiful music around about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and within the convent, and the boy awoke the priest to listen. "Oh,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said the padre, "it is perhaps the angels come to carry us alive to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven." And it was so. The angels carried the boy and the priest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his master, to be in glory in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-7119339484900548187?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7119339484900548187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/priest-servant-boy-and-child-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7119339484900548187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/7119339484900548187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/priest-servant-boy-and-child-jesus.html' title='The Priest, the Servant Boy, and the Child Jesus'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4942463691551411743</id><published>2009-02-22T22:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:27:47.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A long time ago, when the world was young, there lived a very bashful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;young man. Not far from his house there lived the most beautiful young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woman in the world. The young woman had many suitors but rejected all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing only for the love of the bashful young man. He in his turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was accustomed to follow her about, longing for courage to declare his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, but bashfulness always sealed his lips. At last, despairing of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever making his unruly tongue tell of his passion, he took a dagger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, following her to the bathing place on the river bank, he cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out his own heart, cast it at her feet, and fell down lifeless. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl fled, terrified, and a crow pounced upon the heart, and carried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it to a hollow dao-tree, when it fell from his beak into the hollow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there remained. But the love for the girl was so strong in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart that it became reanimated and clothed again with humanity in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;form of a little child. A hunter, pursuing the wild boar with dogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found the child crying from hunger at the foot of the dao-tree and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being childless, took it home, and he and his old wife cared for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as their own. The young woman, knowing now the love of the young man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lived for his memory's sake, a widow, rejecting all suitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But from the child was never absent the image of his loved one, and at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last his love so wrought on his weak frame that he sickened. Knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that his end was near, he begged of his foster mother that, after his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;death, she should leave him, and not be surprised if she could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find him on her return. He also asked that on the third day she should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take whatever she should find in a certain compartment of the great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chest and give it to the girl without price. All this she promised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realizing fully that this was not a natural child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last he died, and when his foster mother left the body, his great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love reanimated the body and it crept into the chest, becoming there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;transformed into a beautifully carved casket of fragrant wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obedient to his wishes, on the third day the old woman carried the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;casket to the girl, giving it to her without price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the girl took the casket into her hands, its charm fascinated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her, and she clasped it tight and covered it with kisses. At last the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spell was broken by the magic of her kisses, and the casket whispered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;softly to her, "I am thy true love. I was the heart of him who killed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself for love of thee, and I was the youth who died for love of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thee, but at last I am contented. In life and death we shall never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more be separated." And it was so, for the woman lived to a great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;age, carrying the casket always with her, inhaling its fragrance [17]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with her kisses, and when she died it was buried with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-4942463691551411743?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4942463691551411743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/silent-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4942463691551411743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/4942463691551411743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/silent-lover.html' title='The Silent Lover'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8598179371722732060</id><published>2009-02-22T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:27:18.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covetous King and the Three Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There were once three orphan children, the oldest of whom was perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten years old, and the others but little things, almost babies. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a tiny little tumble-down house to live in, but very little to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat. Said the eldest to his little brother and sister, "I will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yonder on the sands laid bare by the falling tide, and it may be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall find something that we can eat." The little children begged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go, too, and they all set out over the sands. Soon they found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a large living shell. "Thanks be to God," said the boy, for he was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well instructed, "we shall have something to eat." "Take me home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but do not cook me," said the shell, "and I will work for you." Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was probably the Holy Virgin herself, in the form of a shell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who had taken pity on the poor children. They took the shell home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there it spoke again. "Put me into the rice pot, cover me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you shall turn out plenty of boiled rice for all of you." And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they did so, and the boiled rice came from the pot. "Now put me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the other pot, and take out ulam." And they took out ulam in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abundance. "Have you a clothes chest?" asked the shell; but there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was none, so they put it into a box, and the box became filled with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clothing. Then the shell filled the spare room with rice, and last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of all filled another large box with money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the king of this city was a cruel man, and he sent for the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and told them that they must give up their money, their rice and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to him and be poor again. "O dear king," said the oldest child, "will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you not leave us a little for our living?" "No," replied the king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will give you as much boiled rice as you need, and you ought to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be glad that you get it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the king sent ten soldiers to move the rice and the money, but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as soon as they got it to the king's house, it returned to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;children. The soldiers worked a whole week without getting a grain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of rice or a piece of money to stay in the king's house. Then because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were about to die from fatigue, the king sent ten more, and these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too failed. Then the king went himself, but when he tried to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the money he fell down dead. The children, relieved from persecution,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lived long and happy lives and were always rich and influential people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8598179371722732060?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8598179371722732060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/covetous-king-and-three-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8598179371722732060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8598179371722732060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/covetous-king-and-three-children.html' title='The Covetous King and the Three Children'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3658081552873048225</id><published>2009-02-22T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:26:50.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifty-one Thieves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There were once two brothers, Juan and Pedro. Pedro was rich and was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the elder, but Juan was very poor and gained his living by cutting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wood. Juan became so poor at last that he was forced to ask alms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from his brother, or what was only the same thing, a loan. After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much pleading, Pedro gave his brother enough rice for a single meal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but repenting of such generosity, went and took it off the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as his brother's wife was cooking it, and carried it home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan then set out for the woods, thinking he might be able to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few sticks that he could exchange for something to eat, and went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much farther than he was accustomed to go. He came to a road he did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not know and followed it for some distance to where it led to a great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rocky bluff and there came to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan did not know exactly what to think of such an abrupt ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the roadway, and sat down behind a large rock to meditate. As he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat there a voice within the cliff said, "Open the door," and a door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the cliff opened itself. A man richly dressed came out, followed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by several others, whom he told that they were going to a town at a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considerable distance. He then said, "Shut the door," and the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;closed itself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan was not sure whether any one else was inside, but he was no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coward and besides he thought he might as well be murdered as starved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to death, so when the robbers had ridden away to a safe distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without seeing him, he went boldly up to the cliff and said, "Open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the door." The door opened as obediently to him as to the robber,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he went in. He found himself inside a great cavern filled with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money, jewels, and rich stuffs of every kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hastily gathering more than enough gold and jewels to make him rich,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he went outside, not forgetting to say, "Close the door," and went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having hidden all but a little of his new wealth, he wished to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one or two of his gold pieces for silver so that he could buy something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to eat. He went to his brother's house to ask him for the favor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Pedro was not at home, and his wife, who was at least as mean as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedro, would not change the money. After a while Pedro came home, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his wife told him that Juan had some money; and Pedro, hoping in turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to gain some advantage, went to Juan's house and asked many questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the money. Juan told him that he had sold some wood in town and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been paid in gold, but Pedro did not believe him and hid himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under the house to listen. At night he heard Juan talking to his wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and found out the place and the password. Immediately taking three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horses to carry his spoils, he set out for the robbers' cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once arrived, he went straight to the cliff and said, "Open the door,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the door opened immediately. He went inside and said, "Close the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;door," and the door closed tight. He gathered together fifteen great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bags of money, each all he could lift, and carried them to the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready to put on the horses. He found all the rich food and wine of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the robbers in the cave, and could not resist the temptation to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merry at their expense; so he ate their food and drank their fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wines till he was foolishly drunk. When he had reached this state,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he began to think of returning home. Beating on the door with both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hands, he cried out, "Open, beast. Open, fool. May lightning blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you if you do not open!" and a hundred other foolish things, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never once saying, "Open the door."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he was thus engaged, the robbers returned, and hearing them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming he hid under a great pile of money with only his nose sticking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out. The robbers saw that some one had visited the cave in their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absence and hunted for the intruder till one of them discovered him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trembling under a heap of coin. With a shout they hauled him forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and beat him until his flesh hung in ribbons. Then they split him into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;halves and threw the body into the river, and cut his horses into bits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[15] which they threw after him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Pedro did not return, his wife became anxious and told Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where he had gone. Juan stole quietly to the place by night, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recovered the body, carried it home, and had the pieces sewn together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the tailor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the robbers knew that they had been robbed by some one else, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, when Pedro's body was taken away, the captain went to town to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who had buried the body, and by inquiring, found that Juan had become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly rich, and also that it was his brother who had been buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the captain of the robbers went to Juan's house, where he found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ball going on. Juan knew the captain again and that he was asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many questions, so he made the captain welcome and gave him a great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deal to eat and drink. One of the servants came in and pretended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to admire the captain's sword till he got it into his own hands;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he began to give an exhibition of fencing, making the sword&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whirl hither and thither and ending with a wonderful stroke that made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the captain's head roll on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day or two later, the lieutenant also came to town, and began to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inquiries concerning the captain. He soon found out that the captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been killed in Juan's house, but Juan now had soldiers on guard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at his door, so that it was necessary to use strategy. He went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan and asked if he could start a "tienda," or wine-shop, and Juan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who recognized the lieutenant, said, "Yes." Then the lieutenant went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away, soon returning with seven great casks, in each of which he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seven men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These he stored under Juan's house until such time as Juan, being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asleep, could be killed with certainty and little danger. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was done, he went into the house, intending to make Juan drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then kill him as Juan had the captain. Juan, however, got the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lieutenant drunk first, and soon his head, like the captain's, rolled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldiers below, like all soldiers, wished to have a drink from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the great casks, and so one of them took a borer and bored into one of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the casks. As he did so, a voice whispered, "Is Juan asleep yet?" The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soldier replied, "Not yet," and went and told Juan. The casks by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his order were all put into a boat, loaded with stones and chains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thrown into the sea. So perished the last of the robbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan, being no longer in fear of the robbers, often went to their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cave, and helped himself to everything that he wanted. He finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became a very great and wealthy man. [16]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3658081552873048225?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3658081552873048225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-one-thieves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3658081552873048225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3658081552873048225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-one-thieves.html' title='The Fifty-one Thieves'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-8403389033055012426</id><published>2009-02-22T22:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:26:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Story of Juan and Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Juan and Maria were orphans. When Juan was about eight years old and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria was about four their father died. The mother went into the hemp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fields to earn a living for her family by stripping the fibre from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hemp, which is very hard work, so hard that she died worn out in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a month or two afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan and Maria were then taken into the family of an uncle, their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother's brother, and little Juan began to work for his little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sister's and his own living, by transplanting the tender shoots of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the banana. Maria often accompanied him, as the children were much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;attached to each other. One day when they were out in the field Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw a beautiful bird which seemed very tame and tried to catch it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the bird ran into the woods, and although she could come very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close to it she could not catch it. On and on she went until she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was almost ready to drop, her tiny feet leaving no trace, but still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she followed the bird. Just at night she saw an old man with a very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kind face, who came toward her, and putting the bird under one arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and taking Maria on his shoulder, he set off toward his house, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did not seem to be very far off. Arriving there he said to his wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See, wife, what good fortune I have had today." Seeing the child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his wife threw up her hands in thanksgiving and cried, "Thanks be to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, we have a child at last in our old age."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Juan, torn with fear, hunted the woods for days, but could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find his little sister. Convinced at last that his search was hopeless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he went home and worked hard and in a few years became a rich man. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he began to consider where he could find a suitable wife. It was told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him that there was an old couple beyond three ranges of mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who had a beautiful daughter, and to her he determined to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria had likewise grown up, and now she was the most beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damsel in many days' journey. When Juan set out on his search, it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was to the house of Maria's foster parents that he was bound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving there, he called to those within, "Honorable people," and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old man said, "Come in;" but Juan remained without until the third&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitation. Passing within, he likewise would not sit down till he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had been asked three times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seating himself on a bench, he told the old man that he had come to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marry his daughter, and the old man told him he might if he could show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he had enough money. As Juan was rich, this did not take long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do, and after a few days Juan and Maria were married, not knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their relationship. They lived happily together, and a daughter was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;born to them. This child, like her mother, was very beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, as the little girl was playing by the river, a crab came to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the edge of the water and said,--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Beautiful art thou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More beautiful than any other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thou art the child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of sister and brother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrified, the child ran to her mother, and then the parents began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to talk over the events of their childhood and found that they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed sister and brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to Maria's foster father to ask what they must do, and he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told them they must live apart; and then they went to the archbishop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who told them that they might live lawfully together, as the sacrament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of marriage was above all, but, after much thought, they decided that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they must live apart, and Maria went back to her foster father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus by a sinless crime were their lives saddened forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-8403389033055012426?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8403389033055012426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-story-of-juan-and-maria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8403389033055012426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/8403389033055012426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-story-of-juan-and-maria.html' title='The Sad Story of Juan and Maria'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3760938167082758414</id><published>2009-02-22T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:25:41.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Juan who Visited Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once an old couple who always prayed for a child, for they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had always been childless. No matter how it looked, whether deformed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or ugly, they must have a child. So after a short time they saw that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their prayers would be answered, and in the course of nature a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was born, but the mother died at the birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new-born child ran to the church, climbed into the tower, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to hammer on the bells. The priest, hearing the noise, sent the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sacristan to see what was the matter. The sacristan went, and seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there a little child, asked what he was doing and told him to stop, for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the priest would be angry; but the ringing of the bells went on. Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the priest went up. "Little boy," he said, "what is your name?" "Juan,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said the child. "Why are you ringing the church bells?" "Because my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother is dead." "When did she die?" "Only now." "If you stop ringing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bells she shall have a fine funeral and you shall live with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be as my son," said the priest. "Very well, sir, if you will let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me stay in the church all I wish." To this the priest assented. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead woman was buried with all the pomp of music, candles, and bells,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the boy went to live in the convent. Always after his school was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done he would be in the church. The father did everything that was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;possible for him, for he knew that he was not a natural child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a time the padre sent for him to get his dinner, but he would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not leave the church, so the priest had a good dinner cooked and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sent it down to the church, but he told the sacristan to watch the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;church and see what happened. The sacristan watched and soon saw the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;statue of Jesus eating with the boy. This he told the padre, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;child's dinner was always sent to the church after that. One day not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long after he went to the priest and said, "Master, my friend down at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the church wants me to go away with him." "Where are you going?" "My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend wants me to go to heaven with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The priest consented and the little boy and the Lord Jesus went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away together. As they walked the little boy saw that two roads ran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along together, one thorny and the other smooth. Asked the boy of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his companion, "Friend, why is this road where we walk so thorny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that other yonder so smooth?" Said the Lord, "Hush, child, it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not fitting to disturb the peace of this place, but I will tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you. This is the path of the sinless and is thorny, but that smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way yonder is the way of the sinners and never reaches heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again they came to a great house filled with young men and women who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were all working hammering iron. Said the little boy, "Who are those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who labor with the hammer?" "Hush, child, they are the souls of those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who died unmarried."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They journeyed on, and on one side were bush pastures filled with poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cattle while on the opposite side of the road were pastures dry and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bare where the cattle were very fat. The child inquired the meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the mystery. The Lord answered him, "Hush, child! These lean cattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the rich pastures are the souls of sinners, while those fat cattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on dry and sunburnt ground are the souls of sinless ones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while they crossed a river, one part of which was ruby red and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other spotless white. "Friend, what is this?" asked the boy. "Hush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;child, the red is the blood of your mother whose life was given for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yours, and the white is the milk which she desired to give to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her child," said the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last they came to a great house having seven stories, and there on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a table they saw many candles, some long, some short, some burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out. Said Juan, "Friend, what are all these candles?" "Hush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;child, those are the lives of your friends." "What are those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empty candlesticks?" "Those are your mother and your uncle, who are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead." "Who is this long one?" "That is your father, who has long to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live." "Who is this very short one?" "That is your master, who will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die soon." "May I put in another?" "Yes, child, if you wish." So he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed it for a long one, and with his heavenly companion he returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There he told his master, the padre, all that he had seen and heard and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how he had changed the candles; and he and his master lived together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a very long time. And in the fulness of time the padre died, but Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to heaven one day with his Lord and never returned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3760938167082758414?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3760938167082758414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-who-visited-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3760938167082758414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3760938167082758414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-who-visited-heaven.html' title='The Juan who Visited Heaven'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3416413912177056186</id><published>2009-02-22T22:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:25:08.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan the Drunkard who Visited Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There was once a man named Juan, who was a drunkard. One day when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was drunker than usual he decided to visit his dead friends in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven. He took no baggage except two long bamboo buckets full of tuba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which he carried one over each shoulder. He walked and walked for at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;least a week, until he came to a place where they sold tuba. There he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled his buckets, promising to pay on his return, and set out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After walking a long time he came to a city with a wall around it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at the gate sat an old man with a long beard and with keys at his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girdle whom he knew at once as St. Peter. "Good-morning, St. Peter,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said Juan. "I would like to see some of my friends that I think are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here." "Who are you?" asked St. Peter, getting up angrily. "I am Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have come a long way to see some of my friends. Won't you let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look?" "No," said St. Peter, "I won't. You are drunk." "Well, then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only be so good as to let me take just a little peep." So St. Peter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opened the gate just the least bit, but Juan was not satisfied, so he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said, "Good St. Peter, open the gate just a little wider for me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see with both eyes." Then he persuaded St. Peter to let him put his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head in, and then by a little firmness he slipped in, still carrying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his buckets of tuba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Peter ordered him to come out, but he started down a street he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw, or rather a road, for there were no houses there. "Stop!" said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Peter, "that road won't take you to your friends. Go the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way." And Juan did so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he had gone on for some time, he found that he was surrounded by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devils who began to torment him, but he defended himself succesfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;against them, and by giving them part of his tuba bribed them to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him where to find his friends. To his friends he gave the remainder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of his tuba and then set out to find God himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being ushered into the Divine Presence, he knelt humbly and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lord, I beg thee to tell me how long I shall live." The Lord looked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at him and said, "I have not sent for you; why are you here?" Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bowed more humbly than before, and replied, "O Most High, I have come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see some of my dead friends, and I would like also to know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long I shall live on earth." So God told him that he had still a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earthly life before him and never to come again until he was sent for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Juan left the heavenly city and passed back through St. Peter's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gate, and at last, after a weary journey, came to earth again. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan lived a long and happy life and drank more tuba than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3416413912177056186?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3416413912177056186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-drunkard-who-visited-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3416413912177056186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3416413912177056186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-drunkard-who-visited-heaven.html' title='Juan the Drunkard who Visited Heaven'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-3520010066090280494</id><published>2009-02-22T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:24:34.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Juan and the Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Juan was a farmer, a farmer so poor that he had only one shirt and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one pair of trousers. Juan was much annoyed by monkeys, who stole his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corn. So he set a trap and caught several of them. These he killed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a club until he came to the last, which said to him, "Juan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't kill me and I will be your servant all your life." "But I will,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said Juan. "You are a thief and do not deserve to live." "Juan, let me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live, and I will bring you good fortune, and if you kill me you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be poor all your life." The monkey talked so eloquently that Juan let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself be persuaded, and took the monkey home with him. The monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was true to his word, and served Juan faithfully, cooking, washing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hunting food for him, and at night going to distant fields and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stealing maize and palay which he added to Juan's little store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day the monkey said to Juan, "Juan, why do you not marry?" Said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan, "How can I marry? I have nothing to keep a wife." "Take my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;advice," said the monkey, "and you can marry the king's daughter." Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took the monkey's advice and they set out for the king's palace. Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remained behind while the monkey went up to the palace alone. Outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called, as the custom is, "Honorable people!" and the king said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come in." The king said, "Monkey, where do you walk?" and the monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said, "Mr. King, I wish to borrow your salop. My master wishes to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;measure his money." The king lent him the salop (a measure of about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two quarts), and the monkey returned to Juan. After a few hours he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;returned it with a large copper piece cunningly stuck to the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with paste. The king saw it and called the monkey's attention to it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the monkey haughtily waved his hand, and told the king that a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;single coin was of no consequence to his master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day he borrowed the salop again and the coin stuck in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bottom was half a peso, and the third day the coin was a peso, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these he assured the king were of no more consequence to his master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than the copper. Then the king told the monkey to bring his master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to call, and the monkey promised that after a few days he would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went home, and as Juan's clothes must be washed, Juan went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bed while the monkey washed and starched them, pulling, pressing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smoothing them with his hands because he had no iron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they went to call on the king, and the king told Juan that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should marry the princess as soon as he could show the king a large&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house, with a hundred head of cattle, carabao, horses, sheep, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goats. Juan was very despondent at this, though he was too brave to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the king know his thoughts, he told his troubles to the monkey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who assured him that the matter was very easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day they took a drum and a shovel and went into the mountains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there was a great enchanter who was a very wealthy man and also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an asuang. They dug a great hole and then Juan hid in the woods and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to beat his drum, and the monkey rushed up to the enchanter's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house and told him the soldiers were coming, and that he would hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him. So the enchanter went with the monkey to the hole and the monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pushed him in and began with hands and feet to cover him up. Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helped, and soon the enchanter was dead and buried. Then they went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the house and at the first door they opened they liberated fifty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who were being fattened for the enchanter's table. These&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people were glad to help Juan convey all the money, cattle, and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the enchanter's wealth to the town. Juan built a house on the plaza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;married the princess, and lived happily ever after, but his friend the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monkey, having so well earned his liberty, he sent back to the woods,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and their friendship still continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-3520010066090280494?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/3520010066090280494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-juan-and-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3520010066090280494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/3520010066090280494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-juan-and-monkey.html' title='The Story of Juan and the Monkey'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-11739446277890226</id><published>2009-02-22T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:23:59.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aderna Bird (Ang Ibong Adarna)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once a king who greatly desired to obtain an aderna bird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is possessed of magical powers, has a wonderful song, and talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like men. This king had a beautiful daughter, and he promised her to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any one who would bring him an aderna bird. Now the quest for the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aderna bird is very dangerous, because, if the heart is not pure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the man who touches the bird becomes stone, and the bird escapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were in that country three brothers, Juan, Diego, and Pedro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they all agreed to set out together to catch the aderna bird. Afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the mountains they saw him, and Diego, being the eldest, had first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chance, and he caught the aderna bird, but being of impure life he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;became a stone, and the bird flew away over the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan and Pedro pursued it over the rocky way till at last they saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it again, and Pedro, being the next eldest, essayed to catch it. He,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too, being a bad man, was turned into stone and the aderna bird flew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over another mountain, and Juan, undaunted, followed alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When at last he saw the aderna bird he made a trap with a mirror with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a snare in front and soon caught the bird. He made a cage for it and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started on his homeward journey. When he reached the stone which was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his brother Pedro, he begged the bird to undo its work and make him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a man again, and the bird did so. Then the two went on to where Diego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was, and again Juan entreated the bird to set the other brother free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the bird did so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Pedro and Diego, far from being grateful for what Juan had done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for them, bound him, choked him, beat him, and left him for dead far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from any road or any habitation, and went on their way to the king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the aderna bird, expecting for one the hand of the princess and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the other a rich reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the aderna bird would not sing. Said the king, "O Aderna Bird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do you not sing?" The bird replied, "O Mighty King, I sing only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for him who caught me." "Did these men catch you?" "No, O King, Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught me, and these men have beaten him and stolen me from him." So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the king had them punished, and waited for the coming of Juan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan meanwhile had freed himself from his bonds, and wandered sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hungry and lame through the forest. At last he met an old man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who said to him, "Juan, why do you not go to the king's house, for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there they want you very much?" "Alas," said Juan, "I am not able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to walk so far from weakness, and I fear I shall die here in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forest." "Do not fear," said the old man, "I have here a wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hat that, should you but whisper to it where you wish to go, in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moment you are transported there through the air."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the old man gave him the hat, and Juan put it on and said, "Hat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if this be thy nature, carry me across the mountains to the king's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;palace." And the hat carried him immediately into the presence of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the king. Then the aderna bird began to sing, and after a time Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;married the princess, and all went well for the rest of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-11739446277890226?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/11739446277890226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/aderna-bird-ang-ibong-adarna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/11739446277890226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/11739446277890226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/aderna-bird-ang-ibong-adarna.html' title='The Aderna Bird (Ang Ibong Adarna)'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-1889350330656390696</id><published>2009-02-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:41:57.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stories of Juan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan Gathers Guavas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guavas were ripe, and Juan's father sent him to gather enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the family and for the neighbors who came to visit them. Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the guava bushes and ate all that he could hold. Then he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to look around for mischief. He soon found a wasp nest and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;managed to get it into a tight basket. He gave it to his father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as soon as he reached home, and then closed the door and fastened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. All the neighbors were inside waiting for the feast of guavas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as soon as the basket was opened they began to fight to get out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the windows. After a while Juan opened the door and when he saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his parents' swollen faces, he cried out, "What rich fine guavas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those must have been! They have made you both so very fat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan Makes Gulay of his own Child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Juan was married about a year a baby was born, and he and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his wife loved it very much. But Juan was always obedient to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wife, being a fool, and when she told him to make gulay or stew he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inquired of her of what he should make it. She replied of anac, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaning anac hang gabi. Then she went away for a while, and when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she returned Juan had the gulay ready. She asked for the baby and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was horrified to learn that Juan had made a stew of his own child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having taken her words literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan Wins a Wager for the Governor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan was well known for a brave man, though a fool, and the priest and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the governor wished to try him on a wager. The governor told him that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the priest was dead, and ordered him to watch the body in the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that night. The priest lay down on the bier before the altar, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after Juan came the priest arose. Juan pushed him down again and ran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of the church and secured a club. Returning, he said to the priest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are dead; try to get up again and I will break you to pieces." So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan proved himself to be a brave man, and the governor won his wager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan Hides the Salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan's father came into possession of a sack of salt, which used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be very precious and an expensive commodity. He wished it hidden in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secure place and so told Juan to hide it till they should need it. Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out and after hunting for a long time hid it in a carabao wallow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course when they went to fetch it again nothing was left but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Man in the Shroud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan, being a joker, once thought to have a little fun at others'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expense, so he robed himself in a shroud, placed a bier by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roadside, set candles around it, and lay down so that all who went by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should see him and be frightened. A band of robbers went by that way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seeing the corpse, besought it to give them luck. As it happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were more than usually fortunate, and when they returned they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;began to make offerings to him to secure continuance of their good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortune. As the entire proceeds of their adventures were held in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;common, they soon began to quarrel over the offerings to be made. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;captain became angry, and drew his sword with a threat to run the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corpse through for causing so much dissension among his men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This frightened the sham dead man to such a degree that he jumped up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ran away, and the robbers, who were even more frightened than he,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ran the other way, leaving all their plunder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan then returned and gathered all the money and valuables left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;behind by the robbers, and carried them home. Now he had a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was very curious to know how he came into possession of so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wealth, and so Juan told him, only he said nothing about robbers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but told his friend, whose name was Pedro, that the things were the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;direct reward of God for his piety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedro, being afraid of the woods, decided to lie just inside the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;door; besides, that being a more sacred place, he felt sure that God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would favor him even more than Juan. He arranged his bier with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;candles around him, and lay down to await the shower of money that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should reward his devotions. When the sacristan went to the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ring the bell for vespers, he saw the body lying there, and not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing of any corpse having been carried in, he was frightened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ran to tell the padre. The padre, when he had seen the body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said it was a miracle, and that it must be buried within the church,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the sanctification of the edifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Pedro, now thoroughly frightened, jumped off the bier and ran away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the priest and the sacristan ran the other way, so the poor man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never received the reward for his piety, and the church was deprived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a new patron saint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279845255736259804-1889350330656390696?l=pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1889350330656390696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-gathers-guavas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1889350330656390696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279845255736259804/posts/default/1889350330656390696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyfolktales.blogspot.com/2009/02/juan-gathers-guavas.html' title='The Stories of Juan'/><author><name>Den</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279845255736259804.post-4647564577056355012</id><published>2009-02-22T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:18:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Ca Matsin and Ca Boo-Ug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One day a turtle, whose name was Ca Boo-Ug, and a monkey, Ca Matsin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met on the shore of a pond. While they were talking, they noticed a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banana plant floating in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jump in and get it," said Ca Matsin, who could not swim, "and we will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plant it, and some day we will have some bananas of our own." So Ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo-Ug swam out and brought the plant to shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's cut it in two," said Ca Matsin. "You may have one half and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will take the other, and then we shall each have a tree."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All right," said Ca Boo-Ug; "which half will you take?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca Matsin did not think the roots looked very pretty, and so he&lt;/div&gt;&
