Our Fairy Tale
For etwinning project "Kiss the Frog"
And the final of the contests has come. During this terrible period of COVID 19 our students still managed to vote for their favourite fairy tale and the winner is The Old Woman and the Lambs from Hakama Secondary School.
Congratulations!!!!!
The old woman and the lambs
Hakama Secondary School
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Once
upon a time there was an old woman living in a pavilion with her lambs near a
torrent of one of the valleys. It was the end of February, four days before
it comes to an end, to be precise.
February
is well known in the folktales and memories, to be a month of lots of rain,
and rare sun!
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Old
Woman
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Wow!
The Sun is rising with its warm rays__ How happy and excited I am! I will let
the lambs free to roam in the pastures.
Finally
Spring has come and the bitter cold Winter has fled.
I
am feeling happy and thrilled, I shall therefore sing:
"February
has departed,
In his
backbones a big stick is darted"
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Narrator
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Oh,
God!! February is still there. He heard her singing and became very barmy
with it. He called his motivated-to-come-cousin, March.
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February
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O
March, my cousin!
Three
from you and four from me;
Together,
we'll let this woman sing;
While
She and her lambs dribbling; Are you
with me?
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March
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Of
course my dear cousin, anything for you!
Let's
together show her what we can do.
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Narrator
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So,
the two months have united and decided firmly to revenge from this flippant
and careless woman who did not show any respect to February and did not value
the abundances of blessings of rain in it.
Then
the wind blew with dark clouds, the sky frowned and overcast. The rain was
very heavy and fast. It lasted seven days and nights
(Four
from March and three from February)
The
great valley was quickly flooded as it was not before. The floods reached the
old Bedouin woman pavilion and her lambs carried them away without mercy.
Here,
the old woman sang:
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Old
Woman
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Here
the dramatic sad story ends;
O
Floods carrying me and the lambs;
"Carry
them and their wombs gently;
For
they may drop what in the womb"
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Narrator
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Here
our story comes to an end with the old woman's pledge to the floods to gently
carry her pregnant lambs away.
Here are competition voting results:
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