Moral Tale Synonym Novels & Stories

she started, there was three animals that were friends one was a rabbit and the other two were tiger and an elephant, they were so close and tight that the rabbit soon forgot that he was just a rabbit that should stay away and enjoy his carrot.one day the animals went out for hunting and the stupid rabbit followed them to the hunting ground, they got there and the hunting began, guess what's they went to hunt, they went to hunt the lioness, who was more dangerous than them, the stupid rabbit thought he was also a whiled animal and when they were hunting, and could not locate the lion, they spread apart celebrating from each others, and soon the rabbit located the lion and attacked without f

"The moral of the story?" He laughed at her cute question. "The moral of the story is, no one is good or bad... We all have good and bad sides in us and that's what makes our life story strong... If we all are good then there is no story, if we all are bad then there is no need for your story because you don't deserve one... Good and evil makes one perfect life story and that's what makes our life worth... No one is good and bad, no one is a hero and villain. We are both!"

’ He said simply and like all good faery tales they all live happily ever after. The End.

Sighed my dad. "Aww. Don't be sad. You've got a wife that is much prettier. And don’t worry. I'll take good care of you. Alright?” “What do you mean by saying “Much prettier” Fumed Anna. “If you're saying that you'll replace our mom then let me tell you that it's never going to happen!” “No dear I didn’t----” “Anna go to your room!” My father interrupted Caroline as she tried to clarify the matter. Anna ran from the hallway with teary eyes.

MORE TO THE MORAL Since Ojo was played by Itanforiti and went away with her power and her maidens, he had been like that, nothing get funny to him, and he was extra careful about friends me keeps, he knew the story was not just an ordinary one, the god looked tired and was speaking jargons, for he was feeling dizzy, and when Ojo saw that it was impossible for to get the god speaking he left and would wait for him in the morning to tell him the moral. When it was morning, he stood by the visitors corner and waited to see the one who had told a story night before, he came out and met him, he could remember he was in his room a night before, but could not remember if they had any conversation,

Through story, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren. Around the dying coals of the evening fire, we spin tales of naughty children stolen never to return, of the brutal punishment of liars, and of trespassing travellers going astray. Tales teach us to seek out good-witches to tend to sore teeth or to help with difficult births, and diviners to foretell the weather, but to fear sorcerers or sorceresses who prey upon the unwary, sprites who blight the crops, and mermaids who drown sailors.