Swallows held a meeting and they appointed a spokesman. This spokesman told about this circumstance with it in a suitable time and said it not to bring this sparrow to its nest.
Although the swallow showed some obstinacy, it finally was obliged to obey by this requirement.
One night the sparrow suddenly wakened while it was sleeping. Tree on which it built up its nest among its branches was swinging. It flied away and had a look-see round the environment. Thereupon, it recognised that it was an earthquake.
Its close friend, the swallow, came to its mind. It arrived at its nest and it weakened its close friend. It said the swallow to weaken other swallows and the wooden house may be fallen onto the ground.
Few years ago in a San Francisco, there lived a girl with large eyes. She had the most beatiful eyes of any girl in the city, whenever one of the young men looked at her, he wish to marry with her .
Wedding was the biggest desire for her. But her family is very strict and many years ago they also said her “we won’t let you marry until you finish your school?. She studied very well and graduated from the university with a good degree in that year, so she hasn’t got any obstacle for marriage. While these happened , one day she got up in a terrible condition. All parts of her body with a big and black spots.Espicially on her face there were big ones, her beatiful eyes didn’t set any attention because of the spots. Her family took her to the doctor and learned about the illness and the bad point was:it was not a treatable one.While she learned this condition, she became depressed,she refused to talk with anyone.Her family didn’t know how to cope with this situation because she didn’t eat anything,she didn’t smile etc..
The Copperpod tree was in full bloom. Vibrant and vivacious it swayed gracefully from side to side, sending down a shower of copper yellow petals.
“Gosh, you’re beautiful!” exclaimed the other trees.
The Copperpod tree stood up straight and rustled its leaves, clearly enjoying the attention.
A gust of wind blew through the forest causing all the tress to bend westwards.
“Oh no…my flowers!” cried the Copperpod tree, trying its best to stand still.
Another gust of wind sent the trees swaying the other way.
“That’s enough!” said the Copperpod tree, as a bunch of flowers fell from its top most branches, “I’ve just about had enough!”
All the other trees turned to look.
“Now look here Mr. Wind, I refuse to dance to your tunes anymore! I wish to sway by myself! Not the way you want me to!” said the Copperpod tree firmly.
A gentle whisper broke out among the trees.
The wind stopped blowing. The din of dead silence rang through the forest.
A moment later the wind swept through the air again. It circled around the trees and made a whooshing sound. But it never touched the Copperpod tree.
The Copperpod tree watched the other trees giggle as the wind tickled their branches.
Then it turned the other way and admired its flowers. Out of the corner of its eye it looked to see if any tree was watching. But they were all dancing with the wind.
The Copperpod tree tried to ruffle its flowers. But it couldn’t. It tried to shake its branches. But it couldn’t. It tried to lean closer to the other tress. But it couldn’t. All it could do was stand still.
“Gosh, you’re beautiful!” said the trees.
A few days later, the Copperpod tree opened its tired eyes with a glimmer of hope. But the other trees were looking elsewhere. They were looking at the Gulmohar tree, which was ablaze with fiery red flowers. It was scattering its petals in the air like tiny sparks of fire. The wind blew around it; tousling its branches and making its flowers flush an even brighter red.
Nobody paid any attention to the Copperpod tree which was all bent now. There wasn’t a single copper yellow flower on it. Dried flowers and leaves still clung to its branches.
The Copperpod tree let out a groan. Its trunk was hurting from standing so still. It longed to sway at least once! But the wind refused to even come near it.
“Alright, Mr. Wind, I’m sorry! The truth is that I need you,” sighed the Copperpod tree. It felt a slight waft of air near its side. The wind had come closer to listen.
“I know I’m a big beautiful tree, with lovely flowers and healthy branches and a nice strong trunk. But all that doesn’t matter, if all I can do is be still!” said the Copperpod tree.“I want to sprinkle my petals over the little children that sit beneath me. I want to reach out my branches and kiss the sky. I want to stretch and protect the people that take shelter under me. I want to dance again. I want to be a living, breathing tree that sways with the wind!” the Copperpod tree hunched lower, unable to even stand up straight anymore.
A gentle breeze floated over the Copperpod tree. It started out at its roots, awakening them from their slumber. It travelled upwards wrapping itself around its trunk and permeating through its gnarled branches. It gave the tree a little shake, causing its dried flowers and leaves to fall away. It nuzzled the little flower buds which started blooming. The wind encompassed the Copperpod tree in a giant hug and swayed with it in a soft gentle dance.
The Copperpod tree threw its branches around the wind and danced like it had never danced before!
Count Dracula was one of the Un-Dead, but Jonathan Harker didn’t know that and he agreed to help him to buy a house in London. And so, he was in Transylvania. He had six hours to wait before the coach came to take him to the Castle Dracula, so he went to a hotel. All the people there were frightened of Castle Dracula, they were silent when they heard Jonathan’s work with Count.
Jonathan was scared but it was too late to go back. He went to the castle and met with Count. He was as cold as ice. Jonathan stayed there. He couldn’t see Count during mornings. They could only meet at evenings. Jonathan gave the papers about the house to Count. His work in Transylvania was finished. But Count didn’t let him go.
Many doors in castle were locked. He understood that he was a prisoner. Every month, Count made Jonathan write a letter to London to tell that Jonathan was good and was going to stay for a while. Jonathan saw three women who’s talking to Count about Jonathan’s blood. In these days Count wanted Jonathan to write a letter to his girlfriend and wanted him to tell her that his work in Transylvania was finished and that he’s coming home.
Jonathan knew then that the Count planned to kill him. He wanted to escape and he started planning. While Jonathan was away, his girlfriend, Mina was very unhappy and worried about his strange and short letters. Jonathan and Mina had two friends, Lucy and Arthur.
They loved each other. Lucy sometimes liked to go and sit quietly in the churchyard. One night, Mina saw something dark behind Lucy. She was asleep in the moonlight. There were two little drops of blood on her neck. After that night Lucy was worse. Mina had a letter the day after. Jonathan escaped from the Castle Dracula and he fell ill in the mountains. But they were together again and everything was all right. They married after few months. In these days, they saw the Count in London.
Jonathan was afraid. When they arrived home, there was a letter from Arthur. Lucy was dead! She lost blood every day after Mina saw her with the vampire. All of her friends were sad but she wasn’t dead. She was one of the Un-Dead. She went out of her coffin every night and killed poor little children. Arthur, his friend Jack and Jack’s old teacher Professor Van Helsing went to the tomb and they drove a long piece of wood through Lucy’s heart with a hammer.
She was restful now. Mina and Jonathan agreed to help Professor to kill the vampire. They began to work. But in these days, the Count gave Mina the kiss of death. Now they had to kill the vampire before Mina was dead. They found Count’s coffin leaving England back to Transylvania. On the way, Jonathan jumped onto the cart. He pushed the coffin, brought his knife down straight the vampire’s heart. Count gave a horrible scream, and then lay quiet. Mina was OK and Dracula was dead at last! They began to live again.