Rabbit the hunter. Myth.

One day Rabbit took his bow and arrow and went hunting. He left the house where he lived with his grandmother and hopped through the forest, happy  to be out and about. Suddenly he saw huge footprints  in the track.

"Wow! Check out the size of this!" Rabbit said,  twitching his nose. He hopped into the middle of the left footprint, then took six long hops to reach the right one.

"This dude is some giant" he said out loud, talking  to himself because no one else was there. The forest  was silent. He couldn't even hear a wing flap, or a  bear breathing.

"I bet that giant's hunted everything!" said Rabbit  angrily. And sure enough, when he checked, there  wasn't anything left to hunt.

Rabbit went home to his grandmother and told her he hadn't hunted  anything for dinner because the giant had been to the forest first. She patted him on the head. "Don't worry dear. I've picked some berries. We can have them for dinner."

"I don't want stupid berries. I want to eat something I've hunted!"  Rabbit grumbled to himself. He didn't say it out loud because he didn't  want to hurt his grandmother's feelings.

The next day Rabbit got up earlier, hoping to hunt before the giant  came. No luck. Everything had gone already. "It's not fair!" cried  Rabbit, stamping his feet.

Each day Rabbit got up earlier and earlier, and each day the same thing  happened. The giant got there first.

Rabbit became angrier and angrier. "I will set a trap for the giant. And when I catch him, I'll shoot him with my bow and arrow." He strung a  net across the track to catch anyone who walked down it. Then he went  home to his grandmother, thinking "this will be the last night I have to  eat berries for dinner. Tomorrow I'll be able to go hunting."

The next morning Rabbit got up extra early and went to check on his net. "Oh no!" He wailed.

"The giant has walked right throng it and made a big  hole!" He went home and told his grandmother.  "Don't worry dear, have a berry" she said.

"I don't want any more berries" cried Rabbit "I  want to eat something I have hunted." Then he looked at his grandmother and thought for a  moment. "You know some magic. Will you make me  a special net?" he pleaded.

"Alright. If it will make you happy." She told Rabbit to go away because the magic was secret. When he came back she gave him a net as thin as a spider's web, but stronger than any net ever made.

Rabbit tied it across the track in the forest. The next morning, he got  up extra early and rushed out into the forest. He hopped round a bend in the track and skidded to a halt. There was a blinding light coming  from his magic net. It was so bright, he couldn't look at it for more than  a second. "Oh No!" he wailed. "I've captured the SUN".

"Let me out of here," roared Sun in a deep load voice that shook the forest. Rabbit fell backwards onto the track, then hopped home as fast  as he could to tell his grandmother.

"You must let Sun out of the net," said his Grandmother "Look how  dark it is everywhere." "I'm scared" said Rabbit.

"I know" answered his grandmother, "but if you don't let Sun out of the net it will always be dark. Here's a magic knife. Go and cut the net." Rabbit hopped back into the forest.

"Let me out of here" roared Sun, thrashing around  in the net with his big feet. Rabbit slowly moved  forward, his little legs shaking with fright. The closer  he got, the hotter it became. Closer and hotter,  closer and hotter.

Little legs shaking and sweat  gushing from him, Rabbit shielded his eyes and reached up to cut the net with the magic knife

Sun struggled free then jumped upwards. One of his big feet kicked Rabbit on the shoulders, almost knocking him over. The sky filled with light again and all the animals cried out in happiness.

Rabbit looked at his sore shoulders. They were scorched brown with the heat from Sun's foot - and they are still brown to this day.

The End

King Arthur. Legens.

King Arthur was a legendary British leader of the late 5th and early 6th centuries, who, according to Medieval histories and romances, led the defence of Romano-Celtic Britain against Saxon invaders in the early 6th century. The details of Arthur's story are mainly composed of folklore and literary invention, and his historical existence is debated and disputed by modern historians. The sparse historical background of Arthur is gleaned from various sources, including the Annales Cambriae, the Historia Brittonum, and the writings of Gildas. Arthur's name also occurs in early poetic sources such as Y Gododdin.

The legendary Arthur developed as a figure of international interest largely through the popularity of Geoffrey of Monmouth's fanciful and imaginative 12th-century Historia Regum Britanniae (History of the Kings of Britain). Some Welsh and Breton tales and poems relating the story of Arthur date from earlier than this work; in these works, Arthur appears either as a great warrior defending Britain from human and supernatural enemies or as a magical figure of folklore, sometimes associated with the Welsh Otherworld, Annwn. How much of Geoffrey's Historia (completed in 1138) was adapted from such earlier sources, rather than invented by Geoffrey himself, is unknown.

Although the themes, events and characters of the Arthurian legend varied widely from text to text, and there is no one canonical version, Geoffrey's version of events often served as the starting point for later stories. Geoffrey depicted Arthur as a king of Britain who defeated the Saxons and established an empire over Britain, Ireland, Iceland, Norway and Gaul. Many elements and incidents that are now an integral part of the Arthurian story appear in Geoffrey's Historia, including Arthur's father Uther Pendragon, the wizard Merlin, Arthur's wife Guinevere, the sword Excalibur, Arthur's birth at Tintagel, his final battle against Mordred at Camlann and final rest in Avalon. The 12th-century French writer Chrétien de Troyes, who added Lancelot and the Holy Grail to the story, began the genre of Arthurian romance that became a significant strand of medieval literature. In these French stories, the narrative focus often shifts from King Arthur himself to other characters, such as various Knights of the Round Table. Arthurian literature thrived during the Middle Ages but waned in the centuries that followed until it experienced a major resurgence in the 19th century. In the 21st century, the legend lives on, not only in literature but also in adaptations for theatre, film, television, comics and other media.

Bank Robbery.

The first graph: I observe in the painting that a man carreras after there being assaulted a bank.

Graph two: The policeman interrogates the man of the bank and the same one gives him his explanation of the happened.

Graph three: I observe that the man that I assault the bank weeping for this one and the police detained it.

Memory of the college.

My recollections of the college, beautiful mas that vivi in my infancy, I agree myself from the moment that I went to the little school with the teacher lourdes, then when comenze to going to the college upata, the recollection of the first degree they were the cultural acts that plainsman of dance presents my treje, the name of my teacher Was nora, affectionate, happy and very nice. The recollection with my brothers, Compartia much with them in my home my brothers were two males and two females and with the time nacio another little brother, I remember that a day of the worker I had a holiday of  the work of my father, it was marine, was a big holiday with many children and delicacies, it was the best holiday that I had in my first years, graces I give him god of whom I had a happy infancy.

Restaurant.

I like the Chinese food of the ABC restaurant  because they serve the big plates and  there is good attention but in the dolphin the restaurant has an environment agreeable and the food is very tasty specially the caserola of seafood but in rias of the sea the restaurant is very nice, the environment is spectacular, the food is Exquisite,  the plates that offer it is seafood, It is very good I recommend them to him.

Something on my.

Hi, there! My name’ Yessika Carolina Amaris . I’m from Ciudad Santa Barbara, originally. I live in Maracaibo. I’m 22 years old and I study Laws at I love music, studying English and Laws, talking on the phone with my friends, pizza , chocolate, my family , my country and my dogs

I hate sushi and onions, smoking, listening to rock, getting up early on the weekend, violence, war, injustice, and washing the dishes.

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