<?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-30129842</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:10:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fables and Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>"Fables and Tales" draws out lessons and principles from a collection of true stories and fables, to motivate and inspire you to achieve more, and move you towards a much more fulfilling and successful life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115184774326996827</id><published>2006-07-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T09:24:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Groom and the Horse</title><content type='html'>A Groom was assigned to a racing Horse at a stable, to take care of. The Groom spent long hours to groom the horse, ensuring among many tasks were... exercising and bathing the horse, clipping and maintaining the hooves, combing the mane, and ensuring that it was fed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, each day the Groom will steal a portion of the Horse’s daily feed of oats and sold it for a profit to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, the Horse with a lesser amount of daily feed, succumbed to poorer health and looked worn out. The Horse then cried out to the Groom, “If you want me to look well, strong and impressive, besides the physical grooming, you need to feed me well also.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application: &lt;em&gt;Do not succumb to temptation of taking away that which belongs to others, to profit yourself. It will not be long before the truth is out. It will be manifested in more ways than one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115184774326996827?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115184774326996827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115184774326996827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/07/groom-and-horse.html' title='The Groom and the Horse'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115175887892965049</id><published>2006-07-01T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:01:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fox and the Crow</title><content type='html'>A Crow was delighted having found a big piece of meat. With the piece of meat in her beak, she perched herself on a tree branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While perched on the branch, a Fox walked by below her. Noticing the piece of meat in the crow’s beak, he thought…”If I could have that piece of meat, it will satisfy my hunger for a while.” Then he started to think of how he could get hold of the piece of meat for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fox said to the Crow, “You are so beautiful today. This plumage of smooth, black and shiny feathers looks really good on you. If your voice is as sweet and beautiful as the nighingale’s, you will no doubt be the Queen of the Birds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having enjoyed the flattering words, the Crow wanted to let the Fox hear her voice to determine how sweet and beautiful it is. She gave a loud caw, and with her beak opened, the meat fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatching the meat off the ground, the Fox laughed and said, “Ha, Ha, Ha! You could be the Queen of the Birds, if you have wits.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application: &lt;em&gt;Do not be easily flattered by the seemingly gracious words of those around you. They might be there to take advantage of your weaknesses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115175887892965049?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115175887892965049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115175887892965049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/07/fox-and-crow.html' title='The Fox and the Crow'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115164169188806643</id><published>2006-06-30T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:28:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mice in Council</title><content type='html'>One day, distressed by the attacks of a cat, the Mice decided to call for a meeting.  The meeting was to discuss the best method of keeping themselves safe and get rid of the consistent attacks by the cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much debate, one mouse stood up to suggest a brilliant idea.  He said, “If we could hang a bell around the neck of the cat, we will be able to know where she is when the bell tinkles.  That will warn us to avoid that place or and give us time to run for hiding.”  Everyone applauded and cheered the idea, and it was well accepted by the Mice Council. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly mouse slowly stood up to say, “This is a great idea, but who are we sending to put the bell on the cat?”  With that, one after another, each mouse started to leave the scene.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application:  &lt;em&gt;Not many will dare to risk their lives for the sake of their community.  The few who dared, are the heroes of today, because life has become better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115164169188806643?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115164169188806643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115164169188806643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/06/mice-in-council.html' title='The Mice in Council'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115155374563058075</id><published>2006-06-29T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:02:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goose Which Laid Golden Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A Man and his wife was blessed with a goose which laid them a Golden Egg everyday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, with one golden egg a day, they were not contented with the speed at which their wealth was accumulating.  They became impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“How else could we get more of the gold from the goose quickly?” they thought.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They imagined that if the goose is able to lay a golden egg everyday, there must be a lot of gold inside the goose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They decided to slit open the goose, so that they can remove all the gold from inside it.  To their horror, they found out that the goose is no different from any other goose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their hope of becoming wealthy instantly, was dashed.  They have lost the goose.  Daily,  they could no longer add on to their wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Application:  &lt;em&gt;Do not kill the “goose” in your company or in the family by overworking him to death.  Be satisfied that he is producing good results for you daily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115155374563058075?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115155374563058075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115155374563058075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/06/goose-which-laid-golden-eggs.html' title='The Goose Which Laid Golden Eggs'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115146056663887855</id><published>2006-06-28T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:18:47.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion and the Hare</title><content type='html'>While on his hunting trip, a hungry Lion spotted a Hare taking a nap under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving closer towards the hare, to pounce on it and have him for lunch, a deer leaped past the Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotting a bigger catch, the Lion gave chase. The deer was fast, but the Lion did not give up chasing until he was totally exhausted. He gave up on his attempt to chase the deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the Hare, and returned to the Hare which was napping under the tree. When he arrived at the spot, the Hare was no longer there, and he had to go without his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With deep regrets he said, “Serves me right! I should not have let go the smaller catch which was within reach, to pursue something bigger and more challenging to reach.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Application: &lt;em&gt;To have contentment over a smaller reward and enjoy it is better than greed to get something bigger, and eventually losing everything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115146056663887855?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115146056663887855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115146056663887855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/06/lion-and-hare.html' title='The Lion and the Hare'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115128824179736239</id><published>2006-06-26T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:29:28.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farmer and His Sons</title><content type='html'>A Farmer, in his dying moments, summoned his three Sons to his bedside to impart to them a Secret which he has kept in his heart. When all were gathered at the bedside, he said, "My sons, I will be leaving you soon. In my vineyard, there is the hidden treasure which I have left for you. Go, dig it and you will find it." With the last few words, the farmer passes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sons thinking of the treasure in the vineyard, started to toil and dig the grounds. They worked very hard and sweated like never before. With spades and forks they turned the soil over and over again looking for the hidden treasure. They found no treasure at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, through their hard work, the soil in the vineyard were loosened, that the vines began to strengthen itself and started to improve in its growth. It produced by far, the best crop of grapes, which gave the best wine they have ever tasted. This was the best "treasure"they have laboured hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Application: &lt;em&gt;Never give away riches too easily. It is through hard work, that a man is rewarded, and he appreciates much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115128824179736239?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115128824179736239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115128824179736239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/06/farmer-and-his-sons.html' title='The Farmer and His Sons'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115114085382763487</id><published>2006-06-24T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:29:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crow and The Pitcher</title><content type='html'>On a hot and dry day, a thirsty Crow found a narrow neck glass Pitcher with some water in it. She tried putting her beak into the pitcher hopefully to reach the water, but she just could not reach the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so little water in the pitcher that no matter how hard she tried to push her beak into the pitcher, she could never reach the water at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of giving up, and for fear of dying of thirst, she started to think of how she could reach the water. After much thought, she finally got a clever plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to look for pebbles around her. She started to pick the pebbles up and drop them into the Pitcher. As pebbles were dropped into the pitcher, the water level rose a bit at a time, until it reaches the brim of the pitcher. Alas! She was able to satisfy her thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Application: &lt;em&gt;If the need is great enough, nothing is going to stop you from fulfilling it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115114085382763487?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115114085382763487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115114085382763487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/06/crow-and-pitcher.html' title='The Crow and The Pitcher'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30129842.post-115103173109815848</id><published>2006-06-23T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:30:15.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The North Wind and The Sun</title><content type='html'>One day, the North Wind and the Sun had a dispute, each claiming that he was more powerful and stronger than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing a traveller wearing a coat walking by, they came to an agreement that whoever in the shortest time, is able to strip the traveller of his coat will be the stronger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North Wind tried using his power first, and started to blow with all his might. The harder he blew, the traveller gripped hold of his coat and wrapped it around him tighter. Gathering his force and blowing furiously upon the traveller, the traveller felt cold and took out a cloak to put over the coat. The North Wind got exhausted after a short while. He then allowed the Sun his turn to display his power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun beamed at the traveller with a gentle smile, radiating its warmth slowly and steadily. With a coat and cloak on him, the traveller began to feel the warmth. He began to loosen his grip on his coat and cloak and allowed them to hang loosely on his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun continues to increase his warmth from his radiation, the traveller began to perspire and started to take off his cloak. Soon after, sweating profusely, he also took off his coat. Keeping the cloak and coat away.... he went on to complete his journey lightly clad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Application:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not use brute force, a warm and gentle persuasion will do the job. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30129842-115103173109815848?l=fablesandtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115103173109815848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30129842/posts/default/115103173109815848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fablesandtales.blogspot.com/2006/06/north-wind-and-sun.html' title='The North Wind and The Sun'/><author><name>Story Teller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07714661956993214770</uri><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></entry></feed>
