Anu Pa Ron Ha: Short Stories for Inculcating Values to our Children



As kids we delighted the company of the elders. We delighted in it all the more when they started telling stories like the old mariner with his unending rhymes. Like 'tay Acoy--God bless his soul!--with his gargantuan kite or those guns of his that killed thousands of the invading army during the World War II.

But our summer break was a different one. It was a Balete where tv's were rare and that old bystanders were adept at telling stories to us kids. "Anu pa ron ha," a storyteller would intone to hold our attention. And without our noticing it, he'd spellbound us by his narratives and the dialogues of his characters.

And we would crave for more and the storyteller would again intone, Anu pa ron ha. But this time, he meant to tell us, "Practice the morals of the story first and I will tell another one tomorrow."

So off we went to play pitiw at Plaridel Street or hunt spiders in Mapait enjoying the sun and the breezes of each summer days. Anu pa ron ha will have to wait the morrow.



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These sites are rich with short stories and anecdotes for kids of various persuasions/beliefs and for the Peter Pans inside us all:
Painting in Oil: Harana by N. Miranda, Jr. from www.seasite.niu.edu

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