Phoenix: comic

A merchant and a farmer were walking along the road together. The merchant thought the farmer was a fool. He planned to play a trick on him.
"Let's play a game", he said. "I will tell you a story. If you do not believe my story, you must give me ten pieces of silver. Then you tell me a story. If I do not believe it, I will give you ten pieces of silver".
"Very well", the farmer said. "But it is rather a silly game."
"Do you remember that cow you sold me?" the merchant began.
"Yes", said the farmer. "A very fine animal".
"It died before I got home", the merchant said.
"But ... but that's n ...".
"Do you believe me?" the merchant asked.
The farmer remembered the ten pieces of silver. "Oh, yes" he said, "I believe you".
"Good. When I bought the cow you said: "If the cow dies, I will give you ten pieces of silver." I remember it clearly."
"What!" cried the farmer.
"Don't you believe me?" the merchant asked.
"Yes, yes, I believe you", the farmer said sadly.
"Good. You owe me ten pieces of silver".
"Very clever", the farmer said. "You have tricked me". He took the ten pieces of silver out of his pocket and gave them to the merchant. "And now," he said, "You must listen to my story". He thought carefully for a few minutes and then began.

Who is cleverer?

A rich man had one daughter. All the young men the city wanted to marry her. The rich man did not want his daughter to marry anyone. He was frightened. "When I die", he thought, "my daughter will have all my money. Her husband may kill me to get my money."
Some young men came to his house. The rich man said:
"You can not marry my daughter. She is too young, she is not twenty - one"
On her twenty first birthday, the daughter said: "Father, I want to be married. I am going to find a husband".
"No, you are not!" her father said. He took her hand and pulled her to the top of the house. He pushed her into a room and locked the door. "You will stay there", he said, "until all the young men in the town are married".
The next day he asked all the young men to come to his house. "My daughter is lost," he said, "The man who finds her may marry her."
For several weeks all the young men looked for the girls but they did not find her. "Perhaps she is dead," they said, and they stopped looking. Several years passed. The young men married other girls. Only one of them did not find a wife.
The rich man saw him and said: "Not married yet? Find yourself a wife, my friend. Be happy!"
Then he said, "My friend, I want you to be happy. Here is some money. Now you can get a wife. On your wedding day I will give you more money. I will give you a house. Your marriage will be a happy one".
The young man went home and thought about this for a long time. A few weeks later he sent a message to the rich man. "I am getting married tomorrow. Please come to my wedding".
The rich man laughed happily and ran up to his daughter's room. "You can come out now", he said, "I am safe. They are all married".
The next day he went to the wedding. He took his daughter with him. All the people were surprised. They thought she was dead.
The rich man walked up to the young man. "Where is your bride?" he asked.
The young man smiled. "There" he said and took the daughter's hand. "You have found her for me".

A provident father

The Wind and the Sun are having an argument. The Wind says that it is stronger but the Sun doesn't agree.
"I can blow down trees and tear off the roofs of houses," the Wind says proudly.
"Ah, but I give warmth to people and make plants grow", the Sun says.
"I still think I am stronger", says the Wind.

The Wind and the Sun

Mrs. Brown's grandfather lived with her and her husband. Every morning he went for a walk in the park and came home at half past twelve for his lunch.

But one morning a police car stopped outside Mrs. Brown's house at twelve o'clock, two policemen helped Mr. Brown to get out. One of them said to Mrs. Brown: "The poor old gentleman lost his way in the park and telephoned to us for help, so we sent a car to bring his home". Mrs. Brown was very surprised, but she thanked the policemen and they left.
"But Grandfather", she then said, "you have been to that park nearly everyday for twenty years. How did you lose your way there?"
The old man smiled, closed one eye and said: "I didn't quite lose my way. I just got tired and I didn't want to walk home!"

A clever old man

An artist went to a beautiful part of the country for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Everyday he went out with his paints and his brushes and painted from morning to evening, and then when it got dark, he went back to the farm and had a good dinner before going to bed.

At the end of his holiday, he wanted to pay the farmer, but the farmer said: "No, I don't want money, but give me one of your pictures. What is money? In a week it will all be finished, but your painting will still be here".
The artist was very pleased and thanked the farmer for saying such kind things about the paintings. The farmer smiled and answered: "It is not that. I have a son in London. He wants to become an artist. When he comes here next month I will show him your picture, and then he will not want to be an artist any more, I think"

An artist and a farmer

John chocolates very much, but his mother never gave him any, because they were bad for his teeth, she thought. But John had a very nice grandfather. The old man loved his grandson very much, and sometimes he brought John chocolates when he came to visit him. Then his mother let him eat them, because she wanted to make the old man happy.

One evening, a few days before John's seventh birthday, he was saying his prayers in his bedroom before he went to bed. "Please, God", he shouted, "make them give me a big box of chocolates for my birthday on Saturday".

His mother was in the kitchen and she heard the small boy shouting and went into his bedroom quickly.

"Why are you shouting, John?" she asked her son, "God can hear you when you talk quietly".

"I know", answered the clever boy with a smile, "but Grandfather's in the next room, and he can't".

Phoenix

Who is cleverer?

A provident father

The Wind and the Sun

A clever old man

An artist and a farmer

A roguish boy

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