This book contains eight kind and wise parables. You will find a deep meaning in simple words. These tales were created in different parts of the world: Russia, America, Burma, China, Egypt, Mexico, Guinea and India. The first story tells us about a woodcutter and his ill son. The boy asks his father to bring him a bird. It is his last desire. The next tale is about a baker, who wants to get payment even for the smell of his perfect baked goods. You will also learn about a young man who dreams to become an alchemist and make gold from dust. A Chinese old man will teach you wisdom. He always says “Good luck, or bad luck who knows”. It is true, as we never know how the things will turn out even if everything seems good. Another tale is about a man. He desires to become very rich and makes a business plan.Download Ebook Download AudioBook
The Bird of Happiness and Other Wise Tales by Herdon Tim
A tale from Russia
A long time ago, a little boy called Igor lived with his mother and father in a small house which was made of wood.
Igor’s family was very poor. His father was a woodcutter, and his mother made clothes for rich people in the city. Their house was in the middle of a large forest in the north of Russia. In summer, the days were long and the forest was alive with the sounds of birds singing to each other. Igor’s father taught him the names of the different birds, and the boy soon knew all their songs. But in winter, the days were very short, and there was deep snow everywhere. The forest became quiet because the birds left to spend the winter months in warmer countries.
One winter, Igor became ill. His mother made special food and drink for him, but he only got worse. The doctor from the city came to see Igor, and spent some time talking with the boy, and looking at him. Then he spoke to Igor’s mother and father.
‘He’s very ill, but I don’t know what’s wrong with him. This winter many young children all over the country are becoming ill and dying, and nobody knows why. I’m sorry but there’s nothing that I can do to help. Give him lots of good things to eat, and make sure that he gets lots of sleep.’
During the next few days, Igor got worse. He became iller and iller. He spent all day in bed, and became bored with his toys. His father brought him little things from the forest to try to make him forget that he was ill, but he was not interested in anything. His face became white, and he didn’t want to eat. Sometimes at night he had a fever, and then he dreamt that he was flying above the forest, looking at his family’s little house far below him.
One morning, after a very bad night, Igor woke up and found his father looking at him.
‘Is there anything that you want?’ said his father.
‘Yes, there is, Father,’ said Igor. ‘I miss the songs of the birds. Could you catch a bird and put it in a cage for me? If you put the cage above my bed, I can listen to the bird singing and remember the sounds of the forest.’
‘Of course, little Igor,’ said his father, smiling. ‘I’ll bring you your bird tomorrow.’
But he knew that, now it was winter, there were no birds in the forest. This was the only thing that his son wanted, and he could not give it to him.
‘Perhaps you could make him a bird out of wood?’ said Igor’s mother. ‘You could use one of those little pieces of wood that we usually burn on the fire…