Folk tales and myths serve as a means of handing down traditions and customs from one generation to the next. The storytelling tradition has thrived for generations because of the absence of printed material. Folk tales prepare young people for life, as there are many lessons to be learned from the tales. Because of the history of this large continent, which includes the forceful transplanting of the people into slavery on other continents, many of the same folk tales exist in North America, South America, and the West Indies. These are told with little variation, for the tales were spread by word of mouth and were kept among the African population. In addition to the folk tales, there are myths, legends, many proverbs, tongue twisters, and riddles. In the African folk tales, the stories reflect the culture where animals abound; consequently, the monkey, elephant, giraffe, lion, zebra, crocodile, and rhinoceros appear frequently along with a wide variety of birds such as the ostrich, the secretary bird, and the eagle. The animals and birds take on human characteristics of greed, jealousy, honesty, loneliness, etc.
In Latin American folktales, as in
folktales throughout the world, children of Latin decent will be introduced to
characters who reflect their own diverse culture. All children need strong role models to give them
a broader perspective and validate their experiences. These three Latin American
tales are authentic connections to their lives. This validation is important
not only for Latino children, but to help individuals from all cultures enjoy
and learn from the Latino experience.
Folktales evolved over
the centuries from storytelling. The oral tradition offered entertainment, recounted
history, and explained the unexplainable. Additionally, morals and the social
values of a culture could be taught in a subtle manner allowing the listener to
draw his or her own conclusions. The mysterious, miraculous, and the unknown
engage even the youngest listeners. Magical forces enable the heroes and
heroines to combat injustice and evil. Characters and their accompanying
problems, whether animals or human, frequently are depicted as everyday beings
found in all societies. Participants, therefore, can freely relate to the adventures
and enjoy the world of fantasy while stimulating their imagination.
The folktales found in
this unit are included because the characters are, for the most part, ordinary
people or animals. These characters are going about their daily lives when the unexpected
occurs or mistakes are made. These mistakes and occurrences are easily
identifiable by the students, allowing them to make inferences about the
outcomes.
With lush stylised illustrations and a strong narrative arc, kids will enjoy these stories and be prompted to seek out fairy tale universes and characters of Asian values.
Asian Tales features:
- Voice-recording function for parents to narrate the story, to transform this into a personalised storybook for every child.
- Voice-recording also lets your child practice reading out loud, and boost confidence by hearing their voices become part of the app.
- "Listen to story" option has voice-over narration in a child's voice, for a story told by one child to another.
- Large fonts for children to read independently.
Jackie French, widely
described as Australia's most popular children's author, has written about 170
books, including two Children's Book of the Year Award winners. One of them,
the critically acclaimed ''Hitler's Daughter'' (1999), is a "what
if?" story that explores mind-provoking issues about what would have
happened if Adolf Hitler had had a daughter.
Paul Jennings (Australian author)is a prolific writer of contemporary Australian fiction for young people whose career began with 1985's collection of short stories ''Unreal!'' and whose popular works include ''Round The Twist'' which was adapted for television.
Paul Jennings (Australian author)is a prolific writer of contemporary Australian fiction for young people whose career began with 1985's collection of short stories ''Unreal!'' and whose popular works include ''Round The Twist'' which was adapted for television.
Here I chose an example of Australian folktales
I liked most.
Narahdarn the bat
Narahdarn, the bat, wanted honey. He watched
until he saw a Wurranunnah, or bee, alight. He caught it, stuck a white feather
between its hind legs, let it go and followed it. He knew he could see the
white feather, and so follow the bee to its nest. He ordered his two wives, of
the Bilber tribe, to follow him with wirrees to carry home the honey in. Night
came on and Wurranunnah the bee had not reached home. Narahdarn caught him,
imprisoned him under bark, and kept him safely there until next morning. When
it was light enough to see, Narahdarn let the bee go again, and followed him to
his nest, in a gunnyanny tree. Marking the tree with his comebo that he might
know it again, he returned to hurry on his wives who were some way behind. He
wanted them to come on, climb the tree, and chop out the honey. When they
reached the marked tree one of the women climbed up. She called out to
Narahdarn that the honey was in a split in the tree. He called back to her to
put her hand in and get it out. She put her arm in, but found she could not get
it out again. Narahdarn climbed up to help her, but found when he reached her
that the only way to free her was to cut off her arm. This he did before she
had time to realise what he was going to do, and protest. So great was the
shock to her that she died instantly. Narahdarn carried down her lifeless body
and commanded her sister, his other wife, to go up, chop out the arm, and get
the honey. She protested, declaring the bees would have taken the honey away by
now.
"Not so," he said; "go at
once."
Every excuse she could think of, to save
herself, she made. But her excuses were in vain, and Narahdarn only became
furious with her for making them, and, brandishing his boondi, drove her up the
tree. She managed to get her arm in beside her sister's, but there it stuck and
she could not move it. Narahdarn, who was watching her, saw what had happened
and followed her up the tree. Finding he could not pull her arm out, in spite
of her cries, he chopped it off, as he had done her sister's. After one shriek,
as he drove his comebo through her arm, she was silent. He said, "Come
down, and I will chop out the bees' nest." But she did not answer him, and
he saw that she too was dead. Then he was frightened, and climbed quickly down
the gunnyanny tree; taking her body to the ground with him, he laid it beside
her sister's, and quickly he hurried from the spot, taking no further thought
of the honey. As he neared his camp, two little sisters of his wives ran out to
meet him, thinking their sisters would be with him, and that they would give
them a taste of the honey they knew they had gone out to get. But to their
surprise Narahdarn came alone, and as he drew near to them they saw his arms
were covered with blood. And his face had a fierce look on it, which frightened
them from even asking where their sisters were. They ran and told their mother
that Narahdarn had returned alone, that he looked fierce and angry, also his
arms were covered with blood. Out went the mother of the Bilbers, and she said,
"Where are my daughters, Narahdarn? Forth went they this morning to bring
home the honey you found. You come back alone. You bring no honey. Your look is
fierce, as of one who fights, and your arms are covered with blood. Tell me, I
say, where are my daughters?"
"Ask me not, Bilber. Ask Wurranunnah the
bee, he may know. Narahdarn the bat knows nothing." And he wrapped himself
in a silence which no questioning could pierce. Leaving him there, before his
camp, the mother of the Bilbers returned to her dardurr and told her tribe that
her daughters were gone, and Narahdarn, their husband, would tell her nothing
of them. But she felt sure he knew their fate, and certain she was that he had
some tale to tell, for his arms were covered with blood.
The chief of her tribe listened to her. When she
had finished and begun to wail for her daughters, whom she thought she would
see no more, he said, "Mother of the Bilbers, your daughters shall be
avenged if aught has happened to them at the hands of Narahdarn. Fresh are his
tracks, and the young men of your tribe shall follow whence they have come, and
finding what Narahdarn has done, swiftly shall they return. Then shall we hold
a corrobboree, and if your daughters fell at his hand Narahdarn shall be
punished."
The mother of the Bilbers said: "Well have
you spoken, oh my relation. Now speed ye the young men lest the rain fall or
the dust blow and the tracks be lost." Then forth went the fleetest footed
and the keenest eyed of the young men of the tribe. Ere long, back they came to
the camp with the news of the fate of the Bilbers.
That night was the corrobboree held. The women
sat round in a half-circle, and chanted a monotonous chant, keeping time by
hitting, some of them, two boomerangs together, and others beating their rolled
up opossum rugs.
Big fires were lit on the edge of the scrub,
throwing light on the dancers as they came dancing out from their camps,
painted in all manner of designs, waywahs round their waists, tufts of feathers
in their hair, and carrying in their hands painted wands. Heading the
procession as the men filed out from the scrub into a cleared space in front of
the women, came Narahdarn. The light of the fires lit up the tree tops, the
dark balahs showed out in fantastic shapes, and weird indeed was the scene as
slowly the men danced round; louder clicked the boomerangs and louder grew the
chanting of the women; higher were the fires piled, until the flames shot their
coloured tongues round the trunks of the trees and high into the air. One fire
was bigger than all, and towards it the dancers edged Narahdarn; then the voice
of the mother of the Bilbers shrieked in the chanting, high above that of the
other women. As Narahdarn turned from the fire to dance back he found a wall of
men confronting him. These quickly seized him and hurled him into the
madly-leaping fire before him, where he perished in the flames. And so were the Bilbers avenged.