Humour Stories

decapitated cat

On one days in the park was alone with his cat in January mournful domino
He was terrified, he always thought when you are alone there's ghosts but that is obviously not as & his cat was there so that could notread the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Lila

THE FOX AND THE GRAPES

A hungry Fox saw some fine bunches of Grapes hanging from a vine that
was trained along a high trellis, and did his best to reach them by
jumping as high as he could into the air. But it was all in vain, for
they were just out of reach: so he gave up trying, and walked away
with an air of dignity and unconcern, remarking, "I thought those
Grapes were ripe, but I see now they are quite sour."

story type: 
Children's
Author: 
Aesop
Page: 
1

Great Humor Story: The Nice People by Henry Cuyler Bunner

nice people"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_"read the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Henry Cuyler Bunner
Page: 
6
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The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark TWAIN

Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras mark twain adventureThe Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mark TWAIN. It -was one of --Twain's earliest --writings, and helped establish his -reputation as a humorist. -He eventually included-- it as the title story in -his first collection of tales.
In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from
the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and
inquired after my friend's friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to
do, and I hereunto append the result.read the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Mark Twain
Page: 
5

Georce William Curtis's short story: Titbottom's Spectacles

titbottom-spectaclesIn my mind's eye, Horatio.
Prue and I do not entertain much; our means forbid it. In truth, other people entertain for us. We enjoy that hospitality of which no account is made. We see the show, and hear the music, and smell the flowers of great festivities, tasting as it were the drippings from rich dishes.read the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS
Page: 
15

The Watkinson evening

The Watkinson eveningMrs. Morland, a polished and accomplished woman, was the widow of a
distinguished senator from one of the western states, of which, also,
her husband had twice filled the office of governor. Her daughter
having completed her education at the best boarding-school in
Philadelphia, and her son being about to graduate at Princeton, the
mother had planned with her children a tour to Niagara and the lakes,read the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Eliza Leslie

The little Frenchman and his water lots

the-little-frenchmanHow much real comfort every one might enjoy if he would be contented
with the lot in which heaven has cast him, and how much trouble would
be avoided if people would only "let well alone." A moderate
independence, quietly and honestly procured, is certainly every way
preferable even to immense possessions achieved by the wear and tear
of mind and body so necessary to procure them.read the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
George Pope Morris
Page: 
3

When Papa Swore in Hindustani

papa-hindustani"Sylvia!"
"Yes, papa."
"That infernal dog of yours----"
"Oh, papa!"
"Yes, that infernal dog of yours has been at my carnations again!"

Colonel Reynolds, V.C., glared sternly across the table at Miss Sylvia
Reynolds, and Miss Sylvia Reynolds looked in a deprecatory manner back
at Colonel Reynolds, V.C.; while the dog in question--a foppishread the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Pelham Grenville
Page: 
3

The Angel of the Odd

AN EXTRAVAGANZA.

IT was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually
hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic _truffe_ formed not the least
important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet
upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up
to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some
miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit and _liqueur_. In the morning Iread the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Edgar Allan Poe
Page: 
7

THE NECKLACE

She vas one of THOSE pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. She had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off to a little clerk in the Ministry of Education.read the short story

story type: 
Humour
Author: 
Guy De Maupassant
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