Reading Notes: Tibetan Folk Tales, Part B

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As discussed in the previous reading, I’ll incorporate the Proverbs into the story at the beginning if I find one that would highlight the moral of the story. The story that I like the most and I am most excited to create a new one from is “The Man with Five Friends with Different Colored Eyes.” The Proverb for this story was as follows:

“A man who can succeed is always sent; if there is nothing to be done, it doesn’t matter who goes.” Tibetan Proverb.

It grabbed my attention from the beginning talking about the man who had a son, but didn’t have much to leave his son, it was a heart grabber. The two things that the old man wanted his son to know before he died:

  1. When he’s marries to never trust his wife with his secret until he has 10 children
  2. Choose his friends by their eyes

When first reading this, I thought those were very strange things, but I understood as I went on in the reading. He said to basically stay away a friend with light colored eyes, and see that the inner portion of the eye is red. He also said to see that the white is pure white without brown or yellow tent, and black was pure black.

When the old man died, the man got married and made many friends. His friends had blue, yellow, brown, and black only one of which met the old mans standards.

He also gave up on keeping secrets from his wife after they had their first kid. He told his “trustworthy wife” the 2 things that his father had told him. The man got clever and wanted to test his wife. He bought a hog from a neighbor, killed it, and threw it in a big burlap sack and threw it over his shoulder. He rushed home and told his wife he killed somebody. She helped him rid of the pig in the pond (thinking it was a man) and he pleaded she keep his biggest secret.

When the two got into an argument, the wife got so mad that she turned him into the police for what he did to the “dead man.” The man was then on the “beheading” list and soon to be chained until they could behead him. He ran to tell his friends for help and all five listened. The four took the wife’s side and basically said “well you’ll have to suffer the consequences since you did say you did that, and left.” The last friend was so stunned and urged that he would save the man if possible. The friend that the guy was very good and must have been provoked to kill. He tried to trade with the police by giving him his weight in silver, and the officer agreed. The man was thrilled to get out, and enlightened the officer with the story of what happened. The officer said that he was one of the wisest men, found the pig, and made the man chief. I want to change the story to actually give the “old man,” “the man,” and “the friends” names to make stronger character development and reader interest. Other than that, I think the story line is extremely interesting and I love the ideas here! Maybe I could make the cop have a larger factor in the story? I really just want everyone to have a name for themselves and each their own characterization.


Tibetan Folktales, written by A.L. Shelton and illustrated by Mildred Bryant. This text can be accessed online here.

Image 1: Trust. This image can be accessed here on Flickr.




Reading Notes: Tibetan Folk Tales, Part A

I really like how each of the stories begin with a Tibetan Proverb. Each of them have to do with the story moral and are italicized. I actually looked up the most common Tibetan Proverb’s. For my story this week, I want to find one that will fit with what I want the moral of the story to be, whether the same or different from the one’s in the reading. That way the reading begins with the same cultural/religion aspect. A few that I like:

“Goodness speaks in a whisper, evil shouts.” Tibetan Proverb.

“A child without education, is like a bird without wings.” Tibetan Proverb.

“All the world’s Great Journeys begin with the first step.” Tibetan Proverb.

I think they are all good quotes, and will have many stories to easily change to coincide with the moral of the story.

Each of the stories also begin with “ONCE upon a time, LONG ago, etc.” Sorta a fairytale opening, but each are drafted to fit the story.

Reading wise, I really enjoyed “The Ingratitude of Man.” The Proverb Shelton used of “Whatever you have promised make it not as changeable as a loop in a string, but as firm as a line on a rock,” was very fitting to the overall meaning. I thought it was meaningful that the writer related that long ago “such a thing as gratitude was known.” What a concept. The descriptive words really worked to set up a nice background and picture for the story. The road through the mountains basically gulped a man, crow, rat, and snake walking together. My first thoughts were “how can a snake walk, and why would a crow be walking instead of flying?” After they fell through unharmed, a traveler passed by and saved them each by way of rope. Again I think something such as why the crow couldn’t fly out to find help? That may be something that I could incorporate to make the animals fit their abilities. They showed great gratitude and said they’d never forget the help from the man. The traveler blew it off, as he thought there was nothing that bunch could do for him if need be. Wanting to show his thanks, the crow stole the queen’s most precious necklace (that he saw from sitting in a tree near the castle) and gave it to the traveler. This then caused the traveler to be arrested and sentenced to prison.  Thinking he was going to die, the rat went back to the same castle and stole food from the table. Later, the snake came to again hear how he ended up in prison. He decided that he was going to free the traveler. To do so, he wound around the king’s neck and tried to choke him, drawing closer. That’s when the king screamed for his men, but no one came. He then sat the traveler in front of him and gave him lots of jewels and a lot of money to send him away. The traveler and the snake, crow, man, and rat were all best friends from that day forward. The traveler should watch who he accuses as being “not useful.” He shouldn’t judge before he knows someone and be so stubborn to the idea of help. I could change this in many ways. I could leave the traveler in prison to learn his lesson of having such an ungrateful attitude towards the man and animals, but I don’t think that’s fitting. I’d adjust much of the scenario, while keeping the same characters but make them portray their abilities instead. I could change this story in many different ways and levels, I’ll just have to think more on that



Tibetan Folktales, written by A.L. Shelton and illustrated by Mildred Bryant. This text can be accessed online here.

99 famous Tibetan Proverbs accessed online here.

Image 1: This image can be accessed in the reading from “The Ingratitude of Man”

Famous Last Words: Getting Too Far Behind

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It’s 10:16 on a Monday, and the week technically ended for week 6 assignments at midnight. So needless to say, I’m behind. I have yet to complete the project feedback, just as last week. Instead of completing the project feedback (since I have class soon and probably wouldn’t finish), I decided that I at least needed to do one extra credit assignment. I really need to get ahead this week, and I know I’ve said this every week, but being behind is really a struggle.

For this class, I barely had time to finish my assignments due on Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday, making it extremely hard to procrastinate and complete at the last minute with enjoyment. When I’m ahead I enjoy the material much more, as well as I’m able to write better stories and get more into the posts and readings.

It’s not only this class that I’m behind in, as I’m behind  in my lab class as well. I’m thinking my brain just might have kicked into spring break mode already, and the completion of schoolwork is seeming like a struggle. Or… maybe it’s the fact of being a senior, and as the semester draws closer to the end, I’m finding it harder to keep focused and stay ahead. Netflix is just seeming so great these days since I barely ever have any free time, but that’s college, right?

Anyways, I must set goals for week 7, since week 6 has been such a fail for my standards. In week 7 I plan to complete all of the reading on Monday, as well as hopefully start the story. On Wednesday, I plan to finish and post the story, and then view the project feedback for the week and try to get started on that (since I’ve yet to complete that assignment)! After that, I plan to either take another week to edit my introduction in my storybook, or begin the first story in it (which is what I’ll probably do).  Then Friday I will be able to focus on blog comments and maybe complete some extra credit so that I can catch back up where I’ve been slacking at. There’s no giving up. So here’s to sticking with it and not letting myself fall behind!

Image 1: Fitting Quote for Not giving up. This was posted by BK on Flickr and can be accessed here.


Week 6 Storytelling: The Mountain Spirit Defeat

There once was a large native village that covered hundreds of miles in Japan. This village was such a busy place for all of the residents, and even tourists. During the old times, it was almost mandatory for the young boys to leave home and endure their own adventures once they reach manhood. For young Katsurou, his adventure meant so much more than the average boy’s.

“I will not return back to this village until I have made a name for myself, I want to be famous, I want to be brave, I want to make a difference in this world,” he spoke passionately towards his mom.

After giving a short speech, final hugs and goodbyes, Katsurou was off on his journey! He quickly found himself second-guessing his decisions as he plunged through thick fog searching for any sort of sign of need. Finding no hints, he kept on heading towards the mountains in the far distance. He thought that if he could make his way through the mountains there would be something on the other side, something so powerful that he would be known all around. As the sun began to set, night rolled closer, and steps got closer toward the mountain, he realized he needed a place to turn in for the night.

“I’m so close, keep going, don’t give up,” he kept repeating to himself quietly.

As his thoughts urged him forward with motivation, he grew closer and closer to the mountains.

“I’m here, I’ve reached the mountains, my destiny is on the other side,” he screamed with joy upon arrival.

As he walked on up to the mountains and peeked through the dense fog he saw absolutely nothing on the other side. Nothing but a huge forest covered with thousands of trees. With disappointment, he turned his head and walked toward the strange forest to rest his head for the night.

“I’m just a failure, I’ll never be anything on my own,” he cried.

After hours of pushing towards the forest and contemplating every aspect of life, Katsurou arrived at the forest. He looked around for a place to lie down and refresh, when he suddenly saw an event occur that could change his life. As the clock struck midnight, he saw thousands of black cats dancing as if there was no tomorrow. The dancing was lit by a full moon, giving way for spooky happenings.

“No Schippeitaro, he mustn’t find out about this,” the crowd of cats yelled.

After the midnight hour, Katsurou was left again in the silent dead of the night, as the cats just seemed to disappear form thin air. Exhausted from the day, he laid down his head and slept until daylight.

The new day brought forth much more motivation for the young boy, and he plunged forward in his journey, imagining that the night prior might’ve been a dream. As he walked searching for any sign of acceptance, he found a trail marked by human tracks. He followed this path and found a weeping woman at the end of it.

“Take mercy on me, help me for I have done no wrong,” the woman hollered. Katsurou found men in a hut nearby and asked how he could help the woman.

They replied with, “There is no help that can be given to her, the Spirit of the Mountain causes this great sadness and will whisk her (his dinner) away come tomorrow morning.”

Stunned Katsurou replied, “Who’s Schippeitaro, I believe I might have dreamed something of him.”

“Schippeitaro is the head dog who belongs to the prince, he lives right around the corner, why do you ask?” the men spoke curiously.

Without saying another word, Katsurou was off. He found the dog and begged that he come with him to bring equality to all of the forest, and put an end to this harsh act. After eagerly accepting the offer, the two were off to save the land. When midnight struck and lit up by the full moon, the same event of the “crazy cat call” happened again. There was one difference this night as Schippeitaro boldly stated the largest cat of them all, the Spirit of the Mountain, was present.

Quickly, Katsurou and Schippeitaro captured the Spirit of the Mountain with their bare paws and hands.
“Look here, you will either stop causing such sorrow for good people in this forest, or you will be forever sorry,” Katsurou spoke.

“I don’t understand your problem, for I have not hurt you yet” the Spirit of the Mountain replied.

And with that Schippeitaro pinned the Spirit down and Katsurou drew the sword. Instead of sending him to a quick death, they then took the Spirit to a village far away, a place that he would learn his place in society, and learn how to treat everyone fairly without causing pain and sorrow. For they wished him to live a happy life, but a fair life as well.

“My name is Katsurou, meaning victory, for I have won this battle, and made a name for myself, everyone must be fairly treated.”

Author’s Note:

I got inspiration from Schippeitaro, a story found in the Japanese fairy tale unit. In the original, the young boy set out to make a name for himself. When doing so, he found rare events occurring in the full moon at midnight in the forest. These cats were shouting about keeping it from Schippeitaro. He was then placed in a strange situation when he came upon a woman begging for life. He was told of the story of how “The Spirit of the Mountain” caused this great pain and captured her by fastening her into a large cask in the forest chapel. He thought this was extremely unjust and found out who Schippeitaro was, begged for him, and put Schippeitaro in the cask leaving him in the cask. The next night at midnight the cats were dancing and creating havoc, and this is where the young boy watched as Schippeitaro fastened his teeth into the “Spirit of the Mountain” and the young boy cut his head off with the sword to protect the lady. I began with a very similar story, but instead I wanted more of a happy ending. I didn’t think that the Spirit should die, as he is a cat, and that’s just not right. I changed it to where he gets to live, but he just has to suffer consequences for his actions. I also kept the same characters, but gave a name to the young boy (Katsurou) in hopes of a better connection being formed.


Japanese Fairy Tales from The Violet/Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang. This story can be accessed online here.

Japanese Name Meanings. This website can be accessed here.

Image 1: This image is from Schippeitaro, in the Japanese Fairy Tales unit by Andrew Lang. It can be accessed here.


Reading Notes: Japanese Fairy Tales, Part B

In Schippeitaro, the young boy set out on an adventure leaving his native village. He decided that he wouldn’t return back to his village until he made his name famous. I love the description the author used on his journey. He made the mountains and forests seem so tough to get through, and gave great descriptions to make the reader feel as if they were there, which is a really good tool to have when writing. I thought it was so random that after struggling for a place to take shelter through the night the boy spotted “hideous cats” between the wooden pillars of the chapel. It all made sense when he described there was a full moon, that’s usually when crazy, weird things happen. That’s when he heard the “Do not tell Schippeitaro!” At this point in the story, I was really wondering who exactly Schippeitaro was, and the reason as to why they had to keep dancing a secret from him. After the midnight hour, this scenario vanished and the boy was left alone, finally finding some footsteps to follow, where he found another strange scene caused by the Spirit of the Mountain causing a woman to plea for help.  I love the authors idea of then having a story within a story. It turned when the boy was given Schippeitaro for the night and decided to fasten him to the cask, which brought the girl to where she was. What a turn when Schippeitaro and youth battled together! This story was extremely interesting, and you never knew what was going to happen next. It was my favorite in this section based on originality and amazing descriptions throughout. This gives me many different inspirational ideas to write about. I really like the idea of the young boy going off on his own in search of a battle to make a name for himself. I could write a story that begins the same, however, Schippeitaro could be his right hand man all along. I also would want to make a happy ending as always, and I’m not quite sure what that would be yet. I enjoy their battle together, but I don’t like that a cat was killed, even though it was the spirit of a mountain. So maybe I could make the spirit of the mountain a different character.

Japanese Fairy Tales from The Violet/Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang. This story can be accessed online here.

Image 1: This image is from Schippeitaro, in the Japanese Fairy Tales unit by Andrew Lang. It can be accessed here.

Reading Notes: Japanese Fairy Tales (Lang), Part A

My absolute favorite fairy tale in this section was The Cat’s Elopement. First of all, the title is very intriguing, I was thinking “a cat eloping? Hmmm….” So the author does a good job at grabbing the reader’s attention by the strange title. This story also had strong character build, as I felt connected to both of the cats very strongly. When their fate was tried, I was very saddened that they were not able to be together anymore (but only for a while). I love the tone of this story as well, because it tells such a crazy fairytale in such a “normal” manner. I adore the idea of Gon and Koma running off together to be together for true love. I think the idea used with the serpent is interesting, but it could be changed in many different ways to change up the story. For example, I got an idea to write about two cats growing up in this area far apart from each other. The two cats could both escape from their families when they were away on vacation. They could find each other on their separate journeys to find the leader of the land. However, they could find true love instead. From there they could set out on a completely different journey, who knows. I could make a very different journey, or I could use one in a different story to bring two different stories together. I also wanted to try writing a story from a different view point. I could write this story from Gon’s point of view, and describe his love for Koma and all of the troubles he had to overcome to finally get to live with Koma and the nice princess forever! I think that would turn out to be a very cool story. Also, I would like to utilize some of the great vocabulary used in this selection. Overall, I do want to try to write a story about two cats falling in love and having to overcome some sort of problem!


Japanese Fairy Tales from The Violet/Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang. This story can be accessed online here.

Image 1: The princess in the story crying for the poor cats. This photo can be accessed here.

Famous Last Words: First Midterm

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Well, I did it. I had my first unsuccessful week at staying ahead in this class. I had all of my reading and writing assignments finished through the story for this week the week prior. This gave me time to study for my exam on Wednesday, so yes, at first I was definitely ahead.
I planned to study a tremendous amount last weekend and then on Monday finish the assignments for this class. Tuesday I was going to work and then study, not having to complete any more work for this class until week 6. However, I had a lot going on over the weekend in my personal life, and studying took second to that. I would say I studied a maximum of 2 hours for my biggest test thus far in the semester over the weekend. Because of that, I had to devote all of Monday and Tuesday after work to studying.
Along with the assignments for this class, I also had multiple assignments due for lab class and my other upper division MBIO class.
With this going on, I’m just now getting around to completing the work for week 5. I’ve completed all of the assignments for this week, except for the project feedback, which I plan to complete tomorrow.
That being said, I’m ready to get ahead and stay ahead in this class again. I have multiple assignments due on Monday, but I’m going to try to get them completed early so that I can get ahead on Monday night, work Tuesday, then finish week 6 on Wednesday.
Thankfully I had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders when I received an A on the exam that I was able to find time to study for. This also tells me that I did well on the test due to the tremendous amount that I have been paying attention in class this semester. I really enjoy the lectures, understand what’s going on because of it, and put it forward into each and every new learning activity.
The semester is stressful, but getting better in my opinion. I’m excited to keep going strong this semester, and keep up with all of my assignments and work.

Image 1: This picture of a midterm was found on Flickr by Christopher Jimenez and can be accessed here.

Week 5 Storytelling: For Juliet so Loved Hoot..

Once upon a time, in a village far far away, lived many large families with children galore. These children spent their days skipping through the trees, wandering the village, and getting into any sort of trouble that they could. Three children in particular were offspring of the highest rank in the village, Prince Killy. The children in this family consisted of Juliet, Harriet, and Carl. Juliet was very quiet, never spoke much, but watched and took mental note of everything that happened in the village. Harriet was a loud mouth. She wouldn’t shut up to save her life. She’s was one that knew everyone’s business and talked about it as if it was her own. Carl was Mr. tough guy on the outside, but a huge teddy bear on the inside. All of the children looked up to him, and whatever Carl said went, no questions asked.

Juliet, Harriet, and Carl were pursuing their normal evening stroll through the woods to check the crops, when they found something very strange in front of them. There sat a Hanuman monkey named Hoot. Carl quickly ran him off, as Harriet ran back to the village to tattle tell on the monkey who’d been eating all the crops. Juliet just sat there in amusement, watching the monkey’s every move, following where he ran. When Carl found his job was done and left, Juliet stayed.

“Pssssssssssssssst,” she whispered in the direction of Hoot, smiling the biggest smile.

Hoot returned her politeness with walking toward her with flowers, “For you.”

Juliet, who never spoke much ran towards him arms wide open, “thank you!”

From that moment forward, these two were the best of friends. Juliet had to keep the secret from her parents and Harriet of course, or they’d surely run him off. Where Hoot skipped, Juliet skipped. It’s as if he brought her to life. She talked to him as if she chattered every second of every day. There was no shortness of conversation, and Hoot chimed along too. They were together every breath from sun up to sun down for weeks on end.

“We’re the very best friends that there could ever be,” sang Juliet.

“Such best friends that wherever one goes, the other does too. Such friends that whenever you hurt, I hurt, such friends….” he sang back, but rudely interrupted by Harriet.

“JULIET, what are you doing down here with that blasted monkey? I’m telling mom and dad on you!” She then ran as fast as she could back to the village.

Juliet knew what was next, as Harriet just couldn’t seem to keep her mouth shut ever. She urged Hoot to run and hide and return later in the week. That he did, and Juliet acted as if nothing happened, assuring her parents that Harriet was crazy.

“Juliet, when we find that monkey he’s dead. For he has not only brain washed you, he has stolen and consumed of the villages crops for survival, and that I will not stand for,” Prince Killy abruptly spoke.

“If you kill my best friend, you will regret it,” she spoke with power. Prince Killy looked confused, as he’d never heard her talk much.

As the week without Hoot passed by Juliet was sadder than she’s ever been before. She didn’t know life without Hoot anymore, and thoughts swarmed through her mind that he might not be okay, or he might never return.

“I love Hoot with all my heart, but I fear he’s in danger if he returns here. Why can’t they accept him? He wouldn’t eat everyone’s crops if he was treated and fed like a human being. I just want him to be okay, I’ll do anything” Juliet sobbed uncontrollably, as she thought of a plan to keep him away from her killer parents.


Juliet took off running from the village all the way to the woods, without stopping for air. She had an awful feeling. Upon arriving in the woods, Juliet saw her mom and Prince Killy, gun in hand. Looking around she found that Hoot had been shot.

“How could you, I hate you, he was my only friend, my reason for life,” Juliet shouted in a mount of pure anger.

They then sat fire to Hoot, killing him like some kind of criminal, an inhumane act.

“Go Juliet, get out of here. He ruined so many lives here, even yours, get over it”

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Juliet preceded by pepper spraying the prince and her mom in the eyes, and running to the pit where Hoot lay on fire, grabbing hold of him. There she burn with Hoot in her arms, as her parents gasped for air in dismay, in immense loath.

She kept her promise to Hoot, for when he goes down, she falls down with him…

Author’s Note: I got inspiration for this story from “The Monkey and the Girl.” In this story, the children ran the monkey off until he left flowers for their approval. This then made the children amused with him. One of the young girls promised the monkey that she would marry him. This then brought the mother and father to kill the monkey. When they decided to burn his body, the young girl threw sand in their eyes to blind them, as she ran to the pit to burn with the monkey. They then concluded that she had the soul of a monkey, and blew off what had happened. I kept the main story line of what a little girl would do for her monkey, however, I changed the plot to Juliet being in love with her monkey friend as best friends, because I found it weird that she wanted to marry a monkey in the actual story. I also gave the characters names and described their personalities, giving them their own self. I added in many details that were not in the story, such as Harriet always being the tattle tale and getting everyone in trouble, giving more meaning for what happened, and how it got up to that point.



Folklore of the Santal Parganas, by Cecil Henry Bompas. An online version of this can be accessed here.

Image 1: Found in the reading, Santal, this week and can be accessed here.

Image 2: Fire pit. Source: Flickr, Steve Jurvetson.

Tech Tip: Google Site

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I’ve been working ahead, so I already had a tech tip written up for week 4 before learning and creating a  Google site. I created one for my storybook, and honestly had no idea how to create something like this before the helpful tech tip post. I’m by no means a pro at this, but I do appreciate how easily it’s set up for the user. I’ve never created my own site, except for a word press blog, and it was understandable how to create and maintain such a site.  Much more so than a word press blog that’s for sure. The way in which the instructor set up the instructions to follow was marvelous, and gave no troubles.

I’m excited that I now know how to create my own site, who knows how helpful that could be for any career. Not only that, but I’m proud that I’ll be able to view work that I completed in this class later on in life. I can keep the site for how ever long I want, as well as edit it whenever I want. I also like the ability to search images from right there on the google site. I look forward to working with this site and learning further how to create and maintain it successfully.

Image 1: Technology picture. Source: Flickr.

Reading Notes: Santal, Part B

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In this section, I found a lot of useful dialogue help. In many stories, the use of dialogue brings the story to life. It makes it that much more interesting, as well as that much more of a connection when reading. I also found ways to not include dialogue, but get the thoughts and feels across anyway. The Elephant and the Ants had to be one of my favorites. The moral of the story was that the Creator knows why he made both small and large animals, as well as why he made some people fools. No one should be treated unfairly or looked at nastily based on their size. Great moral! This gives me the idea to re create this story in a way based on the thoughts of the elephant. It’s funny that he keeps running, looking down seeing ants, and keeps running thinking he has to keep up or he’ll lose. Because there are so many ants in the world they taught a very valuable lesson. From his point of view, the story would have dialogue of him having no idea that those two ants aren’t the same. He’s competing for something so silly, and doesn’t even know he’s a fool for thinking so self centered.

The Jackal and the Hare sounds like a short story of revenge in a way. The Jackal’s character really made me mad as he always screwed others over to get what he wanted. He went to great deals of trouble to basically sabotage people. At first the Hare really made me annoyed as well, but towards the end I was kinda like show the Jackal what you’re made of. The ending moral was along the lines of payback occurs, and screw others over, get screwed over. I loved the ending when the hare broke the jackal’s drum and ran away, as if to say “HAHA!” Overall, I thought this story was really good. If I were to change this story it would tie in with this, but also include parts of ideas from the Little Red Riding Hood. That would be a cool combination, and I’d probably leave the jackal and the Hare with the same characterization.



Folklore of the Santal Parganas, by Cecil Henry Bompas. An online version of this can be accessed here.

Image 1: Beautiful African Elephant. Source: Wikimedia Commons.