Why Do Cats Play Patty-cake
DRUID LEGEND OF SKULL AND HATE 
tell that there once was a man who owns a farm in Ireland, argued strongly that one day their only child. After discussion never again to speak, and soon after, the young man died suddenly. Such was the hatred which the father was still lodged in his heart that he did not attend the funeral of his son, and went to the cemetery where they buried him. Time passed. The farmer A man became silent and unsociable. Still, citizens complied with the obligations they killed a neighbor went to the funeral. After the ceremony, the farmer stood a while in the cemetery. Strolling among the tombs, found a skull. At that time, the supernatural events were the order of the day, and it did the skull, with a crack disturbing jaws moved to speak: "Tomorrow," he said, "I will spend the night in your home, provided that you come back later to keep me company in the cemetery. The farmer, believed to be a signal from another world no hesitation in accepting. It also decided to find a witness and invited the priest to visit the next evening. When they were eating, they heard a rapping at the door. Although no one opened it, a skull suddenly appeared on the table. To the astonishment of the two diners, the skeleton gave a good account of the food, and disappeared. The next night, the farmer took courage to fulfill their part of the deal, but this time got no company. Entered the cemetery and found the skull in the tomb where he had found the first time, no luck. Next to the church, there was a ladder with three steps, with a meadow. The farmer them down, and suddenly found himself with a scene that emerged from the fog he saw the men engaged in a bloody fight, with wooden shovels and scythes. Seeing him, the contestants went to him asking: - Is it looking for a naked skull? Look to see in the field next door, good man. Startled by the grave tone of voice that uttered those men, the farmer came running to the next field to be in the midst of a wild melee between men and women. Even then stopped his fight, and said: - Looking for a bleached skull? Just go to the field next door. Full of fear, fled and became a farmer to a house which seemed to have magically appeared. Without thinking twice, walked inside. Upon entering a fire burned in the fireplace and the hearth he saw a lady and a maid. The first, devastated and numb with cold, walking from one place to another, trying to approach the fire, but the maid pushed aside. Upon seeing him, he looked with a vacant eye sockets and said: "If you look Calvera, find it in the next room. They ran to the poor farmer. Finally, he saw on the floor in a corner, covered in white powder, the skull lackluster. But she was not alone, three figures were behind her shades of black robes worn three women disheveled, pale and cold. With a voice like an echo, the skull order - Woman! Dale dinner our guest! With a proper attitude of living zombie, she came forward swaying to put on the table a bit of black bread and a jar of dirty water. The man did not dare to try that. Then the voice of the skull rang again from a dark corner: - Women! Da dinner at our guest! Had a second woman shuffled over to the table, which put even less and worse food and drink. The voice of the skull then thundered: - Women! The dinner for the guest! A third wreck humanoid hurried to the table, but this time their hands raised tasty food and drink, and man, at last, ate and drank his fill. Then he discovered that the skull was before him on the table, and a light seemed to shine in the basket, "I'll explain how you referred to, man, for your courage and bravery deserve. Men were neighbors living contenders fought each other over land that had next to each other, and moved the stakes, and changing the margins, and now have to fight each other forever. Men and women were engaged in cruel fight married couples in life we \u200b\u200boften face in their homes, and now and will continue for all eternity. The lady next door saw frozen to death, life was cruel to her maid, and now suffering the vengeance until the Day of Judgement. And the three women dark, these were my wives. The first always treated me badly, the second worst, and the third took good care of me, so I wanted to remain. As for you, you bastard, you came to me for not attending the funeral of your son, and yes you were however to a stranger. Tell me, how long do you think has happened since you left home? "In the afternoon yesterday I went out to get you, skull hesitantly replied the farmer. "Here seven hundred years have you ruled the voice of the skull. An opportunity you have left, returns to the cemetery, find the grave of your child, pay homage to him, and repent, may still be able to obtain forgiveness. Became the man to make his way back, crossing land that seemed odd, until you reach the old cemetery. Rickety found her son's grave, knelt on the ground and he entreated her pardon. The floor is cracked then silently from the depths came a hand grabbed his, and as the mist, ascended to heaven the spirits of the father and son. A STORY TO LEARN A NO ODIAR PARA PODER TENER PAZ
tell that there once was a man who owns a farm in Ireland, argued strongly that one day their only child. After discussion never again to speak, and soon after, the young man died suddenly. Such was the hatred which the father was still lodged in his heart that he did not attend the funeral of his son, and went to the cemetery where they buried him. Time passed. The farmer A man became silent and unsociable. Still, citizens complied with the obligations they killed a neighbor went to the funeral. After the ceremony, the farmer stood a while in the cemetery. Strolling among the tombs, found a skull. At that time, the supernatural events were the order of the day, and it did the skull, with a crack disturbing jaws moved to speak: "Tomorrow," he said, "I will spend the night in your home, provided that you come back later to keep me company in the cemetery. The farmer, believed to be a signal from another world no hesitation in accepting. It also decided to find a witness and invited the priest to visit the next evening. When they were eating, they heard a rapping at the door. Although no one opened it, a skull suddenly appeared on the table. To the astonishment of the two diners, the skeleton gave a good account of the food, and disappeared. The next night, the farmer took courage to fulfill their part of the deal, but this time got no company. Entered the cemetery and found the skull in the tomb where he had found the first time, no luck. Next to the church, there was a ladder with three steps, with a meadow. The farmer them down, and suddenly found himself with a scene that emerged from the fog he saw the men engaged in a bloody fight, with wooden shovels and scythes. Seeing him, the contestants went to him asking: - Is it looking for a naked skull? Look to see in the field next door, good man. Startled by the grave tone of voice that uttered those men, the farmer came running to the next field to be in the midst of a wild melee between men and women. Even then stopped his fight, and said: - Looking for a bleached skull? Just go to the field next door. Full of fear, fled and became a farmer to a house which seemed to have magically appeared. Without thinking twice, walked inside. Upon entering a fire burned in the fireplace and the hearth he saw a lady and a maid. The first, devastated and numb with cold, walking from one place to another, trying to approach the fire, but the maid pushed aside. Upon seeing him, he looked with a vacant eye sockets and said: "If you look Calvera, find it in the next room. They ran to the poor farmer. Finally, he saw on the floor in a corner, covered in white powder, the skull lackluster. But she was not alone, three figures were behind her shades of black robes worn three women disheveled, pale and cold. With a voice like an echo, the skull order - Woman! Dale dinner our guest! With a proper attitude of living zombie, she came forward swaying to put on the table a bit of black bread and a jar of dirty water. The man did not dare to try that. Then the voice of the skull rang again from a dark corner: - Women! Da dinner at our guest! Had a second woman shuffled over to the table, which put even less and worse food and drink. The voice of the skull then thundered: - Women! The dinner for the guest! A third wreck humanoid hurried to the table, but this time their hands raised tasty food and drink, and man, at last, ate and drank his fill. Then he discovered that the skull was before him on the table, and a light seemed to shine in the basket, "I'll explain how you referred to, man, for your courage and bravery deserve. Men were neighbors living contenders fought each other over land that had next to each other, and moved the stakes, and changing the margins, and now have to fight each other forever. Men and women were engaged in cruel fight married couples in life we \u200b\u200boften face in their homes, and now and will continue for all eternity. The lady next door saw frozen to death, life was cruel to her maid, and now suffering the vengeance until the Day of Judgement. And the three women dark, these were my wives. The first always treated me badly, the second worst, and the third took good care of me, so I wanted to remain. As for you, you bastard, you came to me for not attending the funeral of your son, and yes you were however to a stranger. Tell me, how long do you think has happened since you left home? "In the afternoon yesterday I went out to get you, skull hesitantly replied the farmer. "Here seven hundred years have you ruled the voice of the skull. An opportunity you have left, returns to the cemetery, find the grave of your child, pay homage to him, and repent, may still be able to obtain forgiveness. Became the man to make his way back, crossing land that seemed odd, until you reach the old cemetery. Rickety found her son's grave, knelt on the ground and he entreated her pardon. The floor is cracked then silently from the depths came a hand grabbed his, and as the mist, ascended to heaven the spirits of the father and son. A STORY TO LEARN A NO ODIAR PARA PODER TENER PAZ 
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