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"Why the Sun and the Moon live in the Sky" is an African folktale from Nigeria. ******************************************** Long, long ago, Sun, Moon and Water were the best of friends. At that time, Sun and Moon, who were married, lived on the earth. Sun went to visit Water, almost every day, but Water never returned the visits. Finally, Sun asked, "Water, my friend, why is it that you never come to visit?" Water replied, "Sun, I would very much like to come to visit. But you home is not big enough for me and all of my people. Were I to come visit, there would be no room left for you and your lovely wife, Moon." Water then told Sun, "If you want me to visit you, you will have to build a very large house. But I warn you that it will have to be very, very large, as my people are numerous and take up a lot of room." Sun was overjoyed that his good friend Water wanted to come visit. "Do not worry, my friend," he said,"I will build ...

Long, long ago, the flowers had a huge argument about which of them was the most beautiful, the most special, the most loved by the humans and by the fairies. The argument lasted for weeks, with each flower claiming to be the most beautiful and the most loved. Finally, all of the flowers agreed to let the Flower Fairies decide. The Flower Fairies sent they're gentlest and kindest of spirit fairy to settle the problem and to give one plant her blessing and the title of the "most perfect" flower. The little Fairy decided to test each flower by asking them one question. The first flower the Fairy talked to was the Rose. "Where would you most like to live?" she asked it. "I would like to climb the castle wall." said the Rose. "And then kings and queens and nobles would pass by everyday and exclaim over my beauty, my scent and my delicate nature." The Flower Fairy walked sadly away from the Rose. Next the Fairy came to a tulip, standing tall and p...

This is a marvelous recycling story and can be found in a wonderful book called Spinning Tales Weaving Hope BTW, Papa Joe has generously given permission (to anyone not just myself) to use and tell this story, be sure to give appropriate credit. Enjoy! A long time ago, before your parents were born, before your grandparents were born, even before your great great great grandparents were born, there was a village near a river. It was so far away that we would never have known of it if not for the old storytellers. In the village, by the river, lived a family who dearly loved to play with mud. There was a large bank of gray mud behind their house. At first, the family just squished it between their fingers or patted it into pies. One day, however, they realized that this was special mud. It was different than the mud taken from other places on the river. This mud kept its shape when it dried. What do you suppose it was? Can you imagine? That's right. It was clay. So what do you sup...