Asian Stories - AtoZ 2017

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Hare and the Turtle


One of my favorites fables because I think of myself like a turtle, slow and steady and somehow winning the race. The turtle in eastern countries in their ancient myths holds up the four directions of this earth. P'ngue, the first dragon of China stood on turtle's back and listened to all the stories turtle told. P'ngue gave turtles stories to us. The coastal Indians of American have a story for the 13 sections on turtle's back for the 13 moons of the year.

When I was a child in Colorado, turtles still walked the prairies, and sometimes we would catch one, of course, the snapping turtle bites. The turtles were old about a foot across. I hope the slow, careful reptiles still live on those vast plains of the midwest.

Why Hare Lost!
To the Pacific American, turtle carries 13 stories on her back.

HARE one day ridiculed the short feet and slow pace of the TURTLE, who replied, laughing: "Though you are as swift as the wind, I will beat you in a race." The Hare, believing her assertion impossible, accepted the proposal; and they agreed that the Fox should choose the course and fix the goal. On the day appointed for the race, the two started together. The Tortoise never for a moment stopped but went on with a slow but steady pace straight to the end of the course. The Hare, lying down by the wayside, fell fast asleep. At last, waking up, and moving as fast as he could saw that Turtle had reached the goal, and was comfortably asleep after her success.

Slow but steady wins the race.

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Aesop's Fables, The Tortoise and the Hare, translated by George Townsend, Baronet Books, p. 5, 1954.

Thirteen Moons on Turtles's Back, Joseph Bruchac and Jonathan London, illus by Thomas Locker, The Putnam and Grosset Group, 1992. ( four stories on each side and five down the middle of the shell)

Monday, November 4, 2019

Verbal stories, Telling Told Tales

 
 Bobbie Kinkead is in NaNoWriMo the word marathon for writers. I am writing out my verbal stories (Telling Tales Told, a series of folktales, legends, and fairytales):  Wise Women, Nature Stories, and Vishua's Lives, Spooky Tales, and Unsung Heros.  One story a day for a month, a big project.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

RHYONNA'S DANDELION

RHYONNA WOULD NOT SIT ON THE DANDELION, I HAD DRAWN FOR HER. 

The only way I could see and converse with Rhyonna was on a dandelion. Otherwise she flitted and flew between the sunshine rays. Finally, after my first poetic 25-page draft and read by my writing group in 1984, Rhyonna realized I was serious and sat on the dandelion

After many editor rejections, 120, and a known author copied the essence of my tale for a movie (HE GOT FAMOUS), I e-published Rhyonna's story tred of all publishing, my turn.

Now, I think Rhyonna is trapped on the dandelion. I feel bad.

MY HOPE IS she entered the vast internet and flitters around here and there enjoying herself as a fairy does.

Sunday, August 4, 2019

The challenging goat, nanny.



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This story, ‘The Troll Bridge’ a Nordic European folktale, that has many versions. The telling is about retaliation against tyranny. Here is my take on the story, which is again full of symbols and analogies, especially ‘Whose tramping over my bridge?' and 'I will eat anyone who wants to pass over.' The troll's role taken from the Valkyries who guarded the Bridge to Heaven and took offerings from those warriors who passed. So Father Troll guards his hand-made bridge to abundant, tasty flowers and grains in a meadow across a raging river.

I have fractured, enhanced, re-imaged, fabricated, and elaborated this folktale. The challenging goat is a female because as a child, only males won - I wanted to win!  I noticed, even today, my spell checker wanted billy capitalized and not the nanny. So on we go today with outdated prejudices!

Friday, July 19, 2019

Gossip Makes a Story.

As all good gossip or story, the Troubadour (know as Stone Soup for children) has many versions and has traveled many places. Check out my telling of the three magic stones. The Troubadour is a dandy and con man and this works for him.

This story, told once was liked and told again and liked and on and on the story traveled through country after country through egos of time. The plot remains the same. Most of the time the rogue, trickster stayed the same. The environment, the place, his needs, his clothing, the foods change. The premise remains the same, the use one thing to get another for himself. This rogue seduces women and takes children, if he is not paid. On the other hand, the minstrel spreads the world of magic with fun, humor and a bit of gossip and stories. In the children's storytelling fables, STONE SOUP, participation from the audience creates a soup with the help of three magic stones. The troubadour is involved only we create the magic.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Pursued, the Frog Princess

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Princess Vasalisa fell from the PortHole into the Elfin gardens. She hid from Ole Fog, the Boneless, Immortal Death.

A dark, smelling, cold Fog crawled through the Elfin gardens searching. That mess of bitterness prowled, upturning houses and drowns the Elves circle of laughter. A humongous uproar blasted, and an argument heard.

The bitter Fog vanished as well as Hornet Warriors seen at the fight.

Next day, with a sherrie Troll Grunda Faye of the Elfin gardens disappeared into the PortHold.

Just then, the Queen Mother of the Ponds arrived with the Hornet Warriors for her daughter. Elfin Maeve Lyn and Bowen Fyn travel with the Queen to the Oldest Crone of Spells, to find the daughter Vasalisa, who was once protected as a frog.

At this time, Prince Ivan searched for the frog, his wife, Vasalisa.

What will happen to the Frog Princess, she has three days?  
Can the Oldest Crone of Spells save her niece?
Who will find Vasalisa; the Fog, Ole Boness, Death or Prince Ivan?
-- soon to be an ebook, PURSUED.

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As all storytellers do, and I did, this ancient Russian Folktale is enhanced, embellished, modified, fabricated, and re-imaged into a story from the Elfin Letters!

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Time tunnels when We Travel

Time Traveling in the InBetween

I borrowed this analogy from our ways of traveling. When driving a car, riding a train, flying in an airplane, or voyaging on a ship, we move through time and space to a destination. We enter a protective frame: our car, plane, train or boat, the PortHold. Then we drive, ride, fly, or float through the InBetween of vast experiences, We disembark at our destination, the next PortHold: a parking lot, train station, airport, or ship dock. Video games, television, and computers are also PortHolds of time travel through to the InBetween — streaming.

A variety of textures, noise, and lights describes the tunnels in the InBetween used by the Elves and Trolls to slide from one realm to the next — the general relativity or string theory!

This happened when a sherrie is PURSUED through the InBetween by Ole Fog, the immortal, DEATH. The helpless sherrie dropped into the Oakgrove gardens through the PortHold Grunda Faye guarded for the entry of unwanted evil spirits.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Why FOG as a nemesis?

"The bitter fog blew into our Meeting Lodge and threw papers, chairs, and pictures around. Then it blew into our School House, knocking over our desks and chairs. Our books and paper flew everywhere. The fog slowly crawled through the lower yard, then disappeared into the PortHold. I thought this must be death. But for whom, we, the Elfin folk nor Faeries die; we are ageless. Maybe the Trolls die?"

Reasoned, Barren Flynn, the Elfin Prince of the OakGrove gardens as this fractured tale begins.
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Why FOG as a nemesis?

During my childhood in Colorado, the weather was dramatic with winds, rain, and snow. When living Alaska, there were three days of Autumn: one of the yellowed leaves, next the leaves dropped off, on the third tiresome snow fell. California has either drought or rains. With the rain comes the fog which rolls across the ocean creeps through San Francisco and crawls across the Bay into the Oakgrove gardens. Fog blankets the East Bay quietly and deceptively where the Elves and Trolls live. In the Celtic, the Russian, and Eastern European folklore, FOG is Ole Boneless, the Immortal, Death, who stocks the living. FOG's strange and mysterious appearance makes a perfect nemesis.
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PURSUED is my retelling of the Russian/Eastern Europe fairytale, maybe bits from Chinese folktales called 'Vasalisa, the Wise, a Frog Princess,' which is re-imagining, enhancing, modifying, and elaborating as a folk story with twists and turns of enchantments of many kinds.