Reading Notes (Aesop's Fables Part 1)

I have alot of experience with Aesop's Fables. In elementary school, I attended a private school that participated in a speech competition every year with other private schools in our state. I participated about four or five years in a row and almost every year someone in our group performed one of Aesop's Fables. The group as a whole often watched others rehearse and studied everyone else's speeches so I was able to research and learn about these fables whether I was performing them or not. When I saw that I had the opportunity to reread and brush up on some things I had forgotten, I definitely jumped right in. Here are some things I noted:

1. The Boy Who Cried Wolf is a popular story but this is written in a very simplified and abbreviated fashion.
2. Maybe I should attempt to rewrite a series of stories in this same poetic form.
3. Each story is told in prose form. Many of them don't go beyond three or four stanzas. To make my own story long enough this week I might either have to combine the stories or tell multiple stories in one post.
4. Alot of Old English is used. (Most likely due to them being traditional British tales.

These tales are a much more simplified and abbreviated version of the Aesop's Fables I am used to. Maybe take one of the older tales I know for when I was a kid and rewrite it in the same form and poetic fashion as these tales.

(The Boy Who Cried Wolf)

Bibliography:
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
2000
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