The Fox and The Stork

January 20, 2010 by storybus

A Fox invited a Stork to dinner, at which the only fare provided was a large flat dish of soup. The Fox lapped it up with great relish, but the Stork with her long bill tried in vain to partake of the savoury broth. Her evident distress caused the sly Fox much amusement. But not long after the Stork invited him in turn, and set before him a pitcher with a long and narrow neck, into which she could get her bill with ease.read the short story

"THE NICE PEOPLE" story By Henry Cuyler Bunner

January 3, 2010 by storybus

"They certainly are nice people," I assented to my wife's observation,
using the colloquial phrase with a consciousness that it was anything
but "nice" English, "and I'll bet that their three children are better
brought up than most of____"

"_Two_ children," corrected my wife.

"Three, he told me."

"My dear, she said there were _two_."

"He said three."read the short story

An Answer to the Question: What Is Enlightenment?

December 24, 2009 by storybus

Enlightenment is man's emergence from his self-incurred immaturity. Immaturity
is the inability to use one's own understanding without the guidance of another.
This immaturity is self-incurred if its cause is not lack of understanding, but
lack of resolution and courage to use it without the guidance of another. Sapere aude! Have courage to use your own
understanding!read the short story

The Doom That Came to Sarnath

December 22, 2009 by storybus

According to the _tale, more than ten thousand years ago, a _race of shepherd _people colonized the banks of the river Ai in a land called Mnar, forming the cities of Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron, _which rose to great intellectual and mercantile prowess. Craving more land, a group of these hardy people migrated to the shores of a _lonely and vast lake at the heart of Mnar, _founding the metropolis of Sarnath.read the short story

"The Artilleryman" by by Walt Whitman (Poetry Collection)

December 22, 2009 by storybus

The Artilleryman read or listen
WhiLE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and -the wars are over long,     
And my head on -the pillow rests at home, and -the vacant midnight passes,     
And through -the stillness, through -the dark, I hear, just hear, -the breath of my infant,   read the short story