Feel intoxicated - 1001 nights story

One day the Mullaa Nasruddin was going somewhere. He met a man carrying a milk can. The man said to Mullaa, “Mullaa, I have some problem, I want your advice.”
“Why not, what is that problem?” said the Mullaa eyeing on his milk can.
The man said, “Whenever I get up in the morning, I feel intoxicated. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t understand what may be the problem.”
Mullaa asked, “What do you take in the last before you sleep?”
The man said, “Normally I drink milk.”
The Mullaa said, “Now I understood, this is your problem.” “What is that?” asked the man perplexedly. The Mullaa said to him, “Because milk causes the intoxication.” “How?” asked the man innocently. Mullaa explained to him, “You drink milk before sleeping. In sleep, you toss around. So milk gets churned. It turns into butter, butter gets churned, it turns into fat. Fat gets churned, it turns into sugar. Then sugar gets churned, and it turns into alcohol. So when you wake up in the morning you wake up with alcohol in your stomach, that is why you feel intoxicated.”
“So what do I do?” asked the man in simplicity. Mullaa said, “It is so simple. Don’t drink milk. Here, Give it to me.” Mullaa virtually snatched the milk can from the man and went on his way.
The poor man stood there bewildered.
He went to Birbal and got his milk back somehow.

Benjamin’s bow tie

by Noah Z Jones

No one at school wore bow ties…except for Benjamin. Every morning he would choose one to suit his mood…and everyday the kids at school would tease Benjamin.
Benjamin ignored them all and instead imagined… all the wonderful places he would go. One day Benjamin wanted to see what all the fuss was about, so he wore a plain old tie to school. He was uncomfortable wearing that awful tie… so Benjamin fixed it and felt a whole lot better.

The Clever Stick

Once upon a time, there was a clever stick. Ever since he had fallen off the tree, he had been smart. He would sit in the sand and think up all kinds of clever things. He would float down the stream, making up poetry. He would listen to the singing of the birds, and wonder what made it so beautifiul. But the poor stick had one problem…he couldn’t speak. So he couldn’t share his thoughts with any other creatures.

When he saw chipmunks gathering food, he wanted to say,” I know a better way for you to gather nuts…”
But he remained silent. Who would believe a stick anyway?
When he came across a frog writing a poem , he wanted to offer a simile or two…but he couldn’t .
And when he came across a wild rose growing in the field, he longed to exclaim how beautiful she was…
But alas, he could not.
One bright day, as the stick approached the meadow, he tried to say hello by bowing deeply…
But he tripped on a pebble, and fell flat on his face.
The field erupted with laughter. “What a clumsy stick!” buzzed the insects.

The clever stick did not feel so clever anymore. He dragged himself all the way home.
When he got home, he turned around and noticed the line he had dug in the sand.
It looked very interesting. So he made some more lines.
To his amazement, he discovered he could draw lines to look like things.
The stick began to draw furiously in the dirt, venting all of his frustration.
A giant tapestry began to emerge across the forest floor.

As he scribbled, all the plants and animals who had never noticed him before now watched in rapt attention.
But the stick didn’t even notice. He drew faster and faster.
Then he stopped, the dust cleared.
And there was the most magnificent sight the forest had ever seen.

Just one question

Once a scholar came to Akbar’s Court and challenged Birbal to answer his question. He wanted to test Birbal’s wits, whether he was really like that as he heard about him. Birbal accepted the challenge.

Then the scholar asked Birbal, “Whether you would like to answer one hundred easy questions or one difficult question.

Akbar and Birbal had a very long day, they were in a hurry to go home, so Birbal agreed on one difficult question.

The scholar asked, “Who came first? Chicken or egg?”

Birbal answered the question without giving any second thought, “The chicken”.

The scholar was astonished to hear that, “How do you know?”

“We agreed up on only one question, so no second question.” Birbal said. And Akbar and Birbal left the Court without looking back at him.(Ktvhrt)

Jerry and Jerro

Once, Jerry,a little mouse who lived in the country invited Jerro, a little Mouse from the city to visit him. When Jerro sat down to dinner he was surprised to find that Jerry had nothing to eat except barley and grain.

"Really," he said, "you do not live well at all; you should see how I live! I have all sorts of fine things to eat every day. You must come to visit me and see how nice it is to live in the city."

Jerry was glad to do this, and after a while he went to the city to visit his friend.

The very first place that Jerro took Jerry to see was the kitchen cupboard of the house where he lived. There, on the lowest shelf, behind some stone jars, stood a big paper bag of brown sugar. Jerro gnawed a hole in the bag and invited his friend to nibble for himself.

The two little mice nibbled and nibbled, and Jerry thought he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He was just thinking how lucky Jerro was, when suddenly the door opened with a bang, and in came the cook to get some flour.

"Run!" whispered Jerro. And they ran as fast as they could to the little hole where they had come in. Jerry was shaking all over when they got safely away, but Jerro said, "That is nothing; she will soon go away and then we can go back."

After the cook had gone away and shut the door they stole softly back, and this time Jerro had something new to show: he took Jerry into a corner on the top shelf, where a big jar of dried prunes stood open. After much tugging and pulling they got a large dried prune out of the jar on to the shelf and began to nibble at it. This was even better than the brown sugar. Jerry liked the taste so much that he could hardly nibble fast enough. But all at once, in the midst of their eating, there came a scratching at the door and a sharp, loud MIAOUW!

"What is that?" said Jerry. Jerro just whispered, "Sh!" and ran as fast as he could to the hole.

Jerry ran after, you may be sure, as fast as HE could. As soon as they were out of danger Jerro said, "That was the old Cat; she is the best mouser in town,--if she once gets you, you are lost."

"This is very terrible," said Jerry; "let us not go back to the cupboard again."

"No," said Jerro, "I will take you to the cellar; there is something especial there."

So Jerro took his little friend down the cellar stairs and into a big cupboard where there were many shelves. On the shelves were jars of butter, and cheeses in bags and out of bags. Overhead hung bunches of sausages, and there were spicy apples in barrels standing about. It smelled so good that it went to Jerry's head. He ran along the shelf and nibbled at a cheese here, and a bit of butter there, until he saw an especially rich, very delicious-smelling piece of cheese on a queer little stand in a corner. He was just on the point of putting his teeth into the cheese when Jerro saw him.

"Stop! stop!" cried Jerro. "That is a trap!"

Jerry stopped and said, "What is a trap?"

"That thing is a trap," said Jerro. "The minute you touch the cheese with your teeth something comes down on your head hard, and you're dead."

Jerry looked at the trap, and he looked at the cheese, and he looked at Jerro. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat and eat it in peace and comfort, than have brown sugar and dried prunes and cheese,--and be frightened to death all the time!"

So Jerry went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.