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Parwati and the Beggar-Man « Result #2 on Mar 2, 2009, 9:50am »
Once upon a time there was a town called Atpat. In It there lived a Brahman. He had seven daughters, and when they had reached a marriageable age he asked them who would arrange their marriages and bring them handsome husbands and make their fortunes. The six eldest daughters said, "Papa, Papa, you of course. You will arrange our marriages and bring us handsome husbands and make our fortunes for us."
But the youngest daughter was a naughty little girl. She got into a temper all about nothing, and she stamped her foot, and she turned her back on her father and said, "I will arrange my own marriage, and I will get a handsome husband for myself, and I will make my fortune myself." The Brahman was very angry with her, and so how do you think he punished her? He first searched about and found six rich and handsome boys. Then he married them with great pomp and display to his six eldest daughters.
But the youngest girl he gave in marriage to a miserable beggar-man. You never saw such a beggar-man as he was! There was not a spot on his skin that was not black with leprosy, and his feet and hands had rotted right off. If you had seen him you would have said, "If that beggar-man does not die to-day he will certainly die to-morrow. For he cannot possibly live any longer!" When the marriage was celebrated, the little girl's mother filled her lap with wheat and then handed her over to the beggar-man to see what sort of fortune would be hers.
But in a few days the beggar-man died. His corpse was taken to the burning-ground, and his little widow followed it. But when his relatives wanted to burn the body, she forbade them and told them to go away. For she said, "My fortune is still to come, whatever it may be." They all got round her and tried to persuade her that there was no use in her staying by the corpse, but she would not mind what they said. At last they were quite tired out and went home, leaving her in the burning-ground. When they had gone she took her husband's corpse on to her lap. Then she prayed to the god Shiva and said:
"My parents disown me. O why was I born Both as orphan and widow to live all forlorn?"
As she prayed, she put the wheat which her mother had put into her lap grain by grain in the dead man's mouth. Then she sat there crying until midnight. Now it happened that on that very night Shiva and Parwati were in their chariot driving through the air over that very place. Parwati said suddenly to her husband, "I hear a woman crying, let us go and see what it is."
The god Shiva drove his chariot down to earth. He and Parwati got out and saw the Brahman's youngest daughter crying. They asked her what the reason was, and she told them. Then Parwati pitied her and said, "Your aunt has acquired great merit by her piety and devotions. You go to her and get her to give you all her merit and so you will bring your husband back to life." The god Shiva and Parwati then mounted on their chariot and disappeared.
Next morning the little widow left her husband's body, went to her aunt's house and begged her to give her all the merit which she had acquired, and told her the cause of the request. The aunt was very good and gave her all her own merit. The little widow then went back to the burning-ground and with its aid brought her husband back to life. But this time he was no longer a beggar-man black with leprosy and with feet and hands that had rotted away. He was a beautiful young man with well-shaped feet and a beautiful fair skin, and the little widow took her husband back to her father's house.
"Papa, Papa," she said, "you turned me out, but the gods have brought me back, and good fortune came to me without your bringing it." The father was too frightened of Parwati to say anything, so he held his peace. And the little girl and her husband, the beggar-man, lived happily ever afterwards.
These Things I Wish for You « Result #3 on Feb 19, 2009, 8:07am »
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I¡¯d know better.
I¡¯d really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and home-made ice cream and leftover meatloaf. I really would.
My cherished grandson,wow power leveling I hope you learn humility by surviving failure and that you learn to be honest even when no one is looking.
I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car -- and I hope nobody gives you a brand-new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born, and you have a good friend to be with you if you ever have to put your old dog to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother.wow power leveling And it is all right to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he¡¯s scared, I hope you¡¯ll let him.
And when you want to see a Disney movie and your kid brother wants to tag along, I hope you take him.
I hope you have to walk uphill with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
If you want a slingshot,wow power leveling I hope your father teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books, and when you learn to use computers, you also learn how to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get razzed by friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and that when you talk back to your mother you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain,wow gold burn your hand on the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I hope you get sick when someone blows smoke in your face. I don¡¯t care if you try beer once, but I hope you won¡¯t like it.wow gold And if a friend offers you a joint or any drugs, I hope you are smart enough to realize that person is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa or go fishing with your uncle.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor¡¯s window,wow gold and that she hugs you and kisses you when you give her a plaster of paris mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you -- tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.
True Heroes Earn the Title « Result #4 on Feb 13, 2009, 10:30am »
Star athletes have played an important part in the lives of young children as far back as history remembers sports and its heroes. Every youngster has had at least one hero that he worshipped above all others. Such idolization is not always etched in stone however, and heroes have been known to change for many reasons.wow power leveling I was involved in such a change in 1960. My father was an Air Force master sergeant stationed at a radar station in Bellefontaine, Ohio. The Cincinnati Reds offered discount seating to military personnel in uniform and my father decided to take a group of airman to a game at old Crosley Field. I was included as an afterthought and was thrilled at finally being able to see a big league game. The double header between the hometown Reds and the Pittsburgh Pirates was going to be a highlight in my relatively short life.
Although I was an avid New York Yankee fan one of my favorite baseball players, Roy Face was a star relief pitcher for the Pirates and I was hoping to get his autograph.wow gold My father bought me a brand new baseball just in case.wow gold I could hardly contain myself on the drive to Cincinnati.
We arrived at the stadium a few minutes before the players were due to take the field and I lined up with several other youngsters at the entrance to the Pirate locker room. As the players filed out to enter the runway to the dugout, I looked anxiously for Roy Face. I finally saw him coming and in my best manners stepped up and asked him for his autograph. He calmly ignored me and proceeded down the runway.wow power leveling I was stunned! One of my favorite heroes had brushed me off without the slightest acknowledgement at all. I stood there pondering what to do next when a large arm appeared around my shoulders and a hand took the ball from my grasp. I looked up to see a beaming smile beneath a Pirate hat and a large 2l on the jersey. The man handed me the ball with a wink and headed onto the field. I looked down at the ball and could not believe that it now proudly bore the name ROBERTO CLEMENTE in bold black ink. Roy Face's spot on my hero list had just been filled by one of greatest players in the game. Clemente played an important part in the Pirate's sweep of the double header that day and helped lead his team to a World Series victory over my Yankees that October. Despite that, he remained one of my greatest heroes until his death in a 1972 airplane crash while flying relief supplies to earthquake victims in Nicaragua.wow gold By this time I had followed my father into the Air force and was stationed in Southeast Asia. When I learned of Clemente's death I could only marvel that the man who had helped find a hero had been a bonafide hero trying to help an entire nation.
Only die-hard fans will remember who Roy Face was,wow power leveling but children who were not born when he died can tell you all about Roberto Clemente. That is heroism at its finest.
The wolves of the land of Ardenia are like no others. Each wolf is born with an element, and a single power associated with it. The elements they possess divide most of the wolves, each one sticking to its own kind and rarely mingling with the others. Despite this, most of the separate packs have lived in relative peace for the major part of their existence. But this peace is beginning to be threatened. Some of the packs are beginning to grow power hungry and will do anything, including attacking other packs, to obtain it…
There was peace once, though by now it is but a distant memory in the minds of those old enough to remember. There was order and cohesion, and nothing to fear. The Keepers of Hesperides stayed within their walled Haven, and none disrupted their peace. There was always a rumor that an object of unspeakable power lay hidden within those great walls, but in time the rumor grew dull with age. But now a young stallion, maddened with greed, is gathering all the information he can about this mysterious object of celestial power. Flanked by the powerful drafts of the northern lands, he is murdering and taking prisoners left and right. There is only a handful of southern herds that stand against him, led by the mysterious Theseus. If they are vanquished, the Keepers will be on their own. Chaos and uncertainty abound. How much longer can the forces of reason hold off this madman?
The board is set, the pieces are in play. Whose side will you join?
Terra Mystica II « Result #7 on Mar 23, 2008, 1:34am »
Long ago, the dragons wished to leave their old world in search of a new homeland. And so, they gathered together and prepared to leave. Before they did, however, one young dragon made a suggestion. She suggested that they invite other creatures to come along as well. So, the dragons set out and asked every sort of creature imaginable, but only a few wished to come: the unicorns, pegasi, griffins, fairies, and elves. And so, the creatures set out together, and it was not long until they found a new home. It was called Terra Mystica, and their kinds have lived their ever since.
Re: Alexis Entres « Result #8 on Mar 20, 2008, 7:40pm »
Runningwolf sees a young girl enter into the Girls' Dorm with her luggage. Not knowing who could be coming, he enters into the main door of the Dorm and heads to the room that he saw the shadow in. He gets to the door and not wanting to walk in because the girl might be donning her riding clothes. He stands to the side of the door and knocks softly but loud enough to be heard. He hopes.
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Alexis Entres « Result #9 on Mar 19, 2008, 8:38am »
The dorm was quiet for once. The usual sound of voices was not heard. The warm spring atmosphere had snuck indoors, and now gave the dorm a comfortable, warm atmosphere. All the windows were open, to welcome in the warmth of the sun's rays. Suddenly, the door opened, and in burst a girl. And what a sight she was! She was a peculiar sight, indeed; her clothes were normal, as she had white kakhi shorts on, along with an orange tank top and a pair of Adidas shoes. What was strange about it was the large object she had in her mouth. It was long, and white on the bottom; on the top, it was white and blue striped. It looked peculiarly like a snake, and it was; for it was a candy snake, Blue Rasperry flavored, a kind she particularly enjoyed, one could tell from the vibrant smile on her face. At the soonest possible moment, she released her white-knuckle grip on the handles of her largest suitcase. It clattered to the floor noisily. Thankfully, it did not burst open; otherwise, she would have had to pick up all the contents individually. With a great sigh, she smiled, and lifted her hand to her forehead, where she swept back her auburn hair, then reached to take the candy snake out of her mouth. Her eyes were directed forward, looking out the window. She was glad she was here; it had been a long drive from her native Aubrey, Texas, but it was worth it. She would finally be able to be around horses, including her own. She had received four stallions for her incredibly good grades this semester, finishing with a 4.5 GPA. She could hardly believe it when she recieved the letter, notifying her that her reward waited at the end of a long car ride. Now, she was here, and she was going to get to see her horses for the first time! Exhausted, she heaved the suitcase up onto the bed, turned, and collapsed in a heap next to it. She continued to bite on her long candy snake, looking at the ceiling, and thinking to herself. She wondered what she should do. "Well, I suppose I must first unpack. That would be an intelligent thing to do!" Her mind set, she bounced up from the bed and flung open her suitcase, grabbing piles of neatly folded clothes and tucking them into the drawers of the large dresser. She then took out all her other things; some shampoo and conditioner, her tooth brush, her hair brush, a sock (how did that get in there?) and tooth paste, along with hair accessories, in that order. Once she had unloaded her stuff, she took her now-empty bags and tossed them into the closet, and stood back to admire her work. A pleased smile crossed her face, and then one of puzzled thoughtfulness. "Now, what am I going to do?"
Timothy Hay - $2/bale Alfalfa - $3/bale Colver Hay - $4/bale Grass Hay - $1/bale
Supplements: (1 tub lasts about a month)
Foal & Mare - $3/tub Stud - $2/tub Hoof & Coat - $3/tub General Vitamins - $4/tub MSM - $3/tub
Stable Equipment
Straw - $4/bale Bedding - $4/bag Feed Bucket - $3 Water Bucket - $3 Hay Rack - $5 Hay Net - $4 Asile Mats - $5 Stall Lock - $4
Driving Equipment
Small: Two Person Large: Four Person
Small Carriage - $200 Large Carriage - $250 Small Wagon - $150 Large Wagon - $200 Pony or Miniture Cart - $100 Draft Harness - $75 Arab Harness - $50 Light Harness - $50 Pony or Miniture Harness - $25
Riding Apparel
Top:
English Show Shirt (All Colors) - $25 English Show Jacket (All Colors) - $50 Riding Tee (All Colors) - $10 Western Show Shirt (All Colors) - $25 Western Show Vest (All Colors) - $50 Tank (All Colors) - $5
Bottom:
English Show Breeches (All Colors) - $50 Chaps (All Colors) - $35 Blue Jeans - $15
Boots:
Rubber Boots - $10 Field Boots - $50 Paddock Boots - $35 Western Boots - $35
 
 
 
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