an old man and his donkey
“My mother used to tell us many
tales during our childhood. One of them was about “the
old man and his donkey.” I tell my niece this tales for remembering my mother.
She likes it very much too.
Once upon
a time there was an old man who lived in a small village. He just wanted to go
to Istanbul. But he didn’t have enough money. One day he decided to visit
Istanbul. He rode on the donkey and began to travel to Istanbul. He came from
his Village to Istanbul in three days. He bound his donkey to pillar of
telephone when he came to Istanbul. But he didn’t know, in which region in
Istanbul he was. He began to walk in Istanbul. He forgot his donkey until towards the evening. He came
back to his donkey. But he couldn’t remember, where he bound donkey. He looked
for it everywhere. But he didn’t find it.
He was very tired, hungry and dirty. Also he wanted to
sleep. He went to a hotel and booked a room. He was very worried, “ where was
the donkey”. He continued to look for the donkey. It became dark. He thought
and said “I am very tired. I am going to find the donkey tomorrow. I must go to
the hotel. He came back to the hotel and went to the room directly. The bed was
the most cleanest. But he was very dirty. He said to him self “If I sleep in this bed, it will be dirty. I
can’t sleep. I can sleep under the bedstead.”
He stayed under the bedstead and slept.
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