Online Education Review

I've taken quite a few online classes in my four years here and, honestly, I prefer them to in person classes. I like being able to work (for the most part) at my own pace. I don't have to be in a classroom at a certain time for a certain amount of time every single week. I can get to online classwork when I get to it. I personally think self-paced classes are the best, but I don't think it's necessary for students to have "full" control where everything is due by the last day of class. Lengthy and flexible deadlines makes for less stressed-out students.

One of the things I don't like about online classes are discussion posts. These assignments are meant to get you to engage with other students and the instructor (since you never actually meet up) as well as further your knowledge about whatever you learned that week. However, I mostly just find these assignments to be tedious wastes of my time. I hardly ever learn anything new from my classmates and I don't feel like I contribute much to others either. We're all just filling up the post with enough words to meet the occasional word requirement and seeming like we're saying something significant when we're really not.

Another sort of bad thing about most online classes is that I usually don't retain much of the information like I do in regular courses. I feel like this is due to a lack of reinforcement of the knowledge from the textbook that you get by attending a lecture. Instructors try to make up for this deficit with discussion posts, but I've already stated how pointless I think they are. However, this isn't entirely a bad thing because if you're taking a class about something that you're never going to use in your real life then it doesn't matter if you remember the material. As long as you can make a decent grade in the class and get that credit you need then you're good. This doesn't really apply to our Mythology and Folklore class, though, because you aren't learning new information so much as you are actually engaging with the material (the units we read) and doing things with it (rewriting stories, commenting on people's projects, etc.).

If I could design my own online course I would set it up in 4 big, self-paced units. All work in each unit would be due at the end of each quarter of the semester. There would be no pointless discussion posts. Students could engage with the material at their own pace and not have to worry about getting everything done by a midnight deadline on Friday or Sunday like is usually the case. Depending on the subject of the course, I would probably have quizzes and one test in each unit. All tests would only be over the content in a single unit, though the 2nd and 4th tests would be called the midterm and the (non-comprehensive) final. I'm still a student so right now I care more about how much less stressful non-comprehensive finals are than how much a student remembers about all the material in the course. As I get older, this feeling might change.

I am pro online class! (Pixabay)

Gen. Ed. Review

Since I'm a senior, my education here is nearly complete so I can speak from a lot of experience. If I had to pick one word to describe my Gen. Ed. experience here at OU it would be "thorough". Not only have I taken many Gen. Ed. courses but these courses have come from many different subjects. I've taken English classes like Fiction and Expository Writing. I've taken Spanish classes (3 semesters). I've a taken journalism class, an Information Science class, Chemistry (2 semesters), Zoology, Physics, Business Calculus, Intro to Native American studies, History of the American Musical Theatre and this class, Mythology and Folklore (and probably even more that I can't think of off the top of my head). Basically, I've done a little bit of everything. My education has been very well-rounded and I like that. It's cool to be very proficient in one subject. In fact, I know a lot about psychology, which is my major. However, I think it's even cooler to also know a little bit of everything. I can talk to you about Broadway musicals or tell you how to say something in Spanish (most of the time) or discuss how hormones work or explain to you what Title IX really means or tell you about fascinating psychology experiments or psychological phenomena.

I think my Humanities classes have probably been my favorite classes to take outside of my major. Mythology and Folklore has definitely been one of my very favorites. I also really enjoyed History of the American Musical Theatre. I got to watch several shows throughout the semester and lots of clips of shows. I loved my Fiction class during my very first semester at OU. My professor was British, I loved it any time she said "Harry Potter," and I really liked all the stories we read. I wouldn't change anything about the Gen. Ed. program if I could. I think it allows students to get a broad base of knowledge in a wide range of subjects. Overall, I've been very happy with my college education as a whole.

I can't believe I'm going to graduate soon! (Wikimedia Commons)

Week 12 Storytelling: Riddle Me This

On my way back from town, I met my neighbor Tom as he was tending his field of wheat.

"How as your journey?" he asked with sweat running down his forehead. I myself was perspiring quite a bit as I had traveled far on this unusually hot day.

"It was long and tiring," I confessed, "and rather peculiar as well."

"Peculiar how?" Tom asked intrigued.

"As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives," I explained.

Harbor in St. Ives, Cornwall
(Geof Sheppard)

"Seven wives? Why, that's an ungodly amount. Not just in the holy sense, but what man would want to have seven wives to provide for and listen to?" Tom joked.

"It gets even stranger," I told him. "Each wife had seven sacks. Each sack had seven cats. Each cat had seven kits."

"Kits, cats, sacks, wives. This must have been the oddest procession. How did each woman carry seven sacks, each with seven cats in it and each of their seven kits? That seems quite impossible," Tom exclaimed.

"Yes, it was the oddest sight, indeed. The cats and kits were all rather small actually, much smaller than your average cat and kitten. I suppose that helped some. There were bags hanging all over these women, though. It was like they were pack mules, all trailing one another as if in some strange parade."

"This will make a good story to tell the other folk in the village," Tom said shaking his head.

"Oh, I intend to," I told him. "In fact, I'm going to make a riddle out of it. Let's see if you can figure it out."

"Let's see if we can all figure it out," Tom replied, climbing over his fence. We headed into the heart of the village and gathered everyone together to hear my ingenious riddle. Once everyone was settled and quite, I began.

"As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks. Each sack had seven cats. Each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, wives. How many were there going to St. Ives?"

There was silence while everyone pondered the question on their own, but soon they were working as a group trying to solve it.

"Well seven cats in a bag with seven kits each makes 49 right?" one man asked.

"No, you dolt," his wife scolded him. "There are 49 kits plus the 7 cats which makes 56 in one sack."

"If there are 7 sacks of 56 on a wife... what's 56 times 7?" the baker wondered.

"392," answered his boy, who he'd sent to university through his hard labor.

"If that's how many are on each of the 7 wives... what's 392 time 7?" the butcher chimed in. It took the boy a little while longer to come up with the sum this time.

"2744," he finally answered. "Plus the 7 wives makes 2751!"

"That's wrong," I said, shaking my head.

"You forgot the man!" someone said. "It's 2752!"

"That's still incorrect," I informed them smugly, enjoying my little game. They started through the whole problem again, this one yelling at that one for not counting right. I thought the whole village would get into a row if I didn't stop them and give them the answer.

"Alright, alright!" I called over the roar of the crowd, bringing them back to attention. "I'll tell you the answer."

The silence was so deep you might have been able to hear the feet of the man and his wives somewhere far down the road.

"The answer is one," I said, very satisfied with myself that I had tricked them all. "I was the one going to St. Ives. I met them on the road but they were going to other direction." The whole crowd laughed at how silly they had been and then began to ask questions about the man and all his wives and cats. Every time someone from my village met someone not from the village, they would tell them the St. Ives riddle. It was of the most well-known riddles, but very few get the answer right on the first try.

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Author's Note: This story is built around the riddle As I Was Going to St. Ives from the Nursery Rhyme Book edited by Andrew Lang (1897). The riddle the narrator tells in my story is the exact same as the riddle in the book. I just added a story around the riddle and gave the answer to the riddle because one isn't given in the book. There has always been a dispute, though, about what the "real" answer is. Some people count up only all the people, some include the cats, some even include the sacks for some odd reason. Personally, I think "one" is the right answer because many riddles try to distract you with extraneous information when the answer is actually really simple.

College Writing Review

This post has special significance to me because I am a senior. I have four years of college writing under my belt from many different disciplines, even other languages! Here is a list of just a few classes I can think of off the top of my head that were writing intensive or where a written assignment was a big part of the class: Expository Writing, Fiction, Research Methods II, Intermediate Spanish, Women and Sports, and Mythology and Folklore. I'm sure I could think of more if I thought really hard.

But from these classes, I recognize three different "types" of writing: essay writing, scientific writing, and creative writing. Of all the classes I have taken, Expository Writing most helped my essay writing. I took this class my very semester here at OU and I'm SO glad I did. I saw huge improvements in my essays after just one semester. It is amazing how far your writing can come in a few months when you have an excellent instructor with a relatively small number of students to attend to. This was the last composition class I will probably take in my life and I'm so much the better for it.

Research Methods II is a psychology class (and I'm a psych major) that teaches you the basics of how to conduct research in psychology. Since I want to conduct research in graduate school, this class was an important one for me to take. At the end, you got to design and run your own experiment then (where it was most helpful to my scientific writing skills) write a research paper and present a poster to the class. I worked really hard on my research paper (it is probably still the longest one I have written to this day) and I ended up winning first prize in my class for my experiment. This was definitely one of my favorite writing experiences here at OU.

Finally, I come to my favorite class this semester: Mythology and Folklore! Obviously, the style of writing this class has helped me with most is creative writing. I've gotten a lot of positive feedback about my writing and it has honestly blown me away. Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to be an author, but I didn't think I would be any good at it. This class has been a major confidence booster and I've learned a lot about myself as a writer and what my strengths and weaknesses are. I hope to continue to read literature that I love and write stories that other people like once this class is over.

Overall, I've had wonderful writing instruction here at OU and I think my writing has improved significantly in four years (even more so than it did in four years of high school). I owe many thanks to the awesome instructors who guided me and taught me how to be a better writer, including the instructor for this course, Laura Gibbs!

Writing with a pen, the way I like to write when I write for myself
(Wikipedia)

Reading Diary A: Nursery Rhymes

Here are my favorites from the Nursery Rhymes reading unit:

Tales: There were two particularly funny nursery rhymes in this section. One is about Punch and Judy. Basically, Punch punched Judy in the eye over a pie. I don't know why I thought that was so funny, but I did. Maybe because it's early in the morning. The other one is about Taffy, a thief. The narrator goes over to Taffy's house and he's never there, but Taffy keeps coming back to his house to steal stuff. He finally catches Taffy at home in bed and flings a poker at his head. Yes, I probably laughed too much at this one. This also had the rhyme about the fat man from Bombay that I used to write my first retelling this semester! :)

Taffy the thief on the prowl
(L. Leslie Brooke)

Songs, Part 1: This section included some classics and favorites of mine. I'm pretty sure most people have heard the rhyme about Little Bo-Peep who lost her sheep. There was also a longer, different version of London bridge is falling down. My favorite was probably Sing a Song of Sixpence because I sang a song with lyrics from this rhyme when I was in choir in high school. It brought back a bunch of old memories that I hadn't thought about in a long time. Near the end was a nursery rhyme I recognized from the movie Ted, "I love my sixpence, my pretty little sixpence." The rhyme isn't as creepy as Mark Walburg made it sound.

Riddles: I love a good riddle and most of these stumped me. I got one of them, though, about a bunch of legs with the answer being a man threw a stool at a dog for stealing hit leg of mutton. I've heard the St. Ives riddle before and I'm pretty sure the answer is one man is going to St. Ives, the narrator. The point of some riddles is to make you think really hard in the wrong direction and the answer is actually really simple; I think the St. Ives riddle is one of these. I kinda got the last one right, too. I thought they might all be the names of one girl.

Week 11 Storytelling: A Dream Come True

By all appearances, it was just another beautiful spring day in Oklahoma. The sky was a brilliant blue, filled with large, puffy white clouds. A slight breeze blew from the south, welcomed respite from the building heat. I made my way along the familiar sidewalk path toward campus and my job with thoughts of homework and graduation heavy on my mind. It seemed like another ordinary day, but it was about to be the farthest thing from ordinary.

"Hey!" a voice called out, seeming to come from out of nowhere. I immediately looked up and scanned the area for the person trying to get someone's (my?) attention. At first I saw no one, but when I turned right I nearly ran into him.

"Um, me?" I stammered, quite confused. I'd never seen this guy before in my life and he was dressed rather strangely. Although it was a crisp 67 degrees outside, he wore a long black robe. He clearly wasn't from around here. I looked around to see if anyone else thought this guys was weird, but no one even glanced at him.

"You're Shelby Brown, aren't you?" he asked, calling my attention back to him.

"How do you know my name?" I responded, pretty shocked that this complete stranger knew who I was.

"Oh, we've known about you for a while now," he explained with a grin. I began to freak out a little bit internally. We? Who is this 'we?'

"What do you want?" I asked hesitantly. And why is everyone giving me the weird looks instead of you? I thought.

"It's pretty simply really: I want you to come with me," he said.

"Um, me? Where? Why?" I was dumbfounded. Who was this random guy coming up to me out of nowhere and asking me to go somewhere with him?

"Yes, you. To Hogwarts. Because you're a witch," he answered.

I burst out laughing.

"Oh, I get it," I said, relieved. "This is some kind of joke. I didn't realize today was April Fools Day! Who put you up to this? Was it my sister? Or Alex? They should have realized this wouldn't work because I'm way too old for Hogwarts."

"I do realize the date is not ideal for this sort of news but this is not a joke. Hogwarts has actually been expanding recently and has opened up a school for older students, those who wish to continue their magical education after 7th year as well as those who never got the chance to start their magical training at the standard age," he explained.

"Right," I said sarcastically, "that's a nice recovery, but I'm still not fooled. Why don't you show me some magic, then? I'll decide what you do in case this is more elaborate than I imagine and you've set something up already." I scanned the area for some inspiration and my eyes landed on a black car parked nearby.

"Turn that black car red," I challenged him. He sighed and shook his head, but took out a rather realistic looking wand and pointed it at the car.

"Clovaria." To my utter disbelief, the jet black frame gradually shifted to red as if blushing. I couldn't stop my jaw from dropping.

"Make that flower larger," I demanded, pointing to a small yellow dandelion.

"Engorgio," he said confidently. The flower, indeed, became three times its original size in only a few second. People walked past without even noticing the oversized dandelion or the man waving a wand around.

"Why isn't anyone else freaking out?" I asked him incredulously.

"Because only you can see me," he said a little exasperated with how difficult I was being. I would have protested this explanation before but now it seemed perfectly reasonable. "Now will you come with me? We need to get you all sorted out so you can start your first year in July."

I nodded my head vigorously but could not manage any words, still in disbelief that this was real life and not just some dream I would wake up from soon. He chuckled at my reaction and instructed me to follow him. Sitting on the ground about thirty feet away was a tattered old shoe I was certain at this point was the portkey that would take me to the place I had dreamed of for many years.

Hogwarts
(Wikipedia)

Author's Note: This story was inspired by Connla and the Fairy Maiden from the book Celtic Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs (1892). Connla is entreated to come to the paradise of the immortals by a fairy maiden that only he can see. His father enlists the help of a druid to try to vanquish the fairy, but she comes back and asks Connla again to come with her. This time he does not resist and agrees to go with her. They sail away and are never seen again, at least by anyone in the mortal realm.

I wanted to rewrite this story because I have often dreamed about someone coming along and introducing me to a magical world I never knew existed. This is very much like what happened to Harry Potter at the beginning of the series and I have loved these books since I was a child. Like everyone else, I had hoped that I would get a letter from Hogwarts so I could go study transfigurations and charms and magical creatures. This story is basically just wishful thinking or a crazy fantasy that I made into a full story. Another way I could have gone with this was meeting the Doctor and becoming one of his companions, but I thought the Wizarding World was more fitting since it's a magical realm where as Doctor Who takes place in reality just all over in time and space.

Reading Diary B: Celtic Fairy Tales

These are my favorites from the second half of the Celtic Fairy Tales unit:

Beth Gellert: I have not a read a sadder story in all the units I've completed so far. You know that scene in Lady and the Tramp where Aunt Sarah (that terrible woman) has Tramp sent to the pound because he "attacked the baby?" When really he had just saved him from a rat. This story is a lot like that. Gellert is the prince's favorite greyhound and he protected his son from a wolf, but all he saw was the blood on the dog and all around the child's room. So he STABS HIM but then hears his son, finding him unharmed under the crib next to the dead wolf. I'm glad he feels terrible because he MURDERED his most loyal dog. How could you!?

The Tale of Ivan: This is an odd little adventure tale. Instead of being paid wages for 3 years, Ivan accepts advice from his master which helps him a lot more than the 9 pounds would have. I was still skeptical of this decision, though. His wife had to live without money (at least none contribute by Ivan) for 3 years! In the end, the advice saved his life twice, got him a good job as a lord's servant, and the wages he was owed for all the work he did. So it was good advice but I still can't help feeling sorry for the wife who had to live without any money. It is just a fairy tale, though, so it's possible for people to live on little to no money for years somehow.

Andrew Coffey: If the first story was the saddest I've read so far, this one is nearly the weirdest I've read so far. A bunch of strange things happen and without very much logic, reason, or explanation. At one point, Andrew is roasting a dead guy, who was supposedly lost at sea, on a spit (the picture below is the illustration that goes along with the story). I kept waiting for the part where it would make sense or some explanation would come, but it never did. So after thinking about it, I've decided that Andrew Coffey was probably just being haunted the spirit of the dead man. It all seems like a bad dream which could be another explanation, but I think the haunting is more probable.

Andrew roasting the dead man (who still talks and move) on a spit (John D. Batten)

Brewery of Eggshells: I don't know how a story can be silly and creepy at the same time but this one manages to do just that. A couple realizes their children aren't growing and suspect they've been stolen and replaced. A wise man tells the mother to bake eggshells and try to give them to someone as food which causes one of the fake children to talk. She throws them in a lake and the thieves give her the real children back. I'm glad we don't live in a fairy tale world sometimes so that we don't have to worry about things like this happening or creepy witches like from the first half of the unit or the odd happenings of the previous story. Some things are better left imaginary.

Reading Diary A: Celtic Fairy Tales

Here are my favorites from the first half of the Celtic Fairy Tale unit:

Connla and the Fairy Maiden: I liked this story because it reminded me a bit of The Fairy Bride from the American Indian Fairy Tales unit I read two weeks ago. This time the fairy is a woman and the human desiring to go to the land of the fairies is a man. I wonder why it is that only Connla can see the fairy maiden and no one else can. Maybe it's because he's the only one that has been chosen to go to the immortal paradise. I wish a magical person or creature of some kind would come ask me to run away to a magical place like that (especially Hogwarts). Maybe I'll rewrite this story later this week and make my dreams come true.

The Horned Women: This was a creepy little tale about witches that invade a woman's home and are a nuisance. It seems like one of those scary stories from that children's book series, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. It has the same odd plot and aura of creepiness, without being gruesome. Even the illustration (below) looks like it would fit right in to one of those books. I don't know what I would do if some scary women with horns growing out of their heads invaded my home. Actually, I probably wouldn't have even opened the door. Then again, they could probably just open it with magic

The Horned Witches (John D. Batten)

The Sprightly Tailor: This story proved to be just as creepy as the last and also in the same character as the Stories to Tell in the Dark series. A tailor's lord basically dares him to work in the old church over night for a handsome reward and some giant human-like creature starts crawling out of the floor and talking about how big he is. If that was me in that church, I would have been gone when that giant head popped up; forget the money. Then again, I'm a big scaredy cat so I probably wouldn't have agreed to the bet in the first place. If I'm sleeping by myself, I prefer to have a light on. I hope I don't have a creepy nightmare about this story tonight.

Gold-Tree and Silver-Tree: This story is very similar to Snow White. A queen is jealous of her daughter's beauty because of magical being says Gold-Tree is prettier. This time the ways used to try to kill her are a poison stab (a needle maybe?) and a poisoned drink. The big difference in this version is that Gold-Tree's husband marries after he thinks she's dead and decides to keep both wives whenever the second revives Gold-Tree. That seems a little selfish to me on the prince's part. I could hardly see the two wives being happy about it in real life but the second wife does save Gold-Tree from her mother's plot again so they seem to be handling it fine. If they're okay with it then I don't see the harm.

Week 10 Storytelling: For the Hand of the Lady

Once upon a time, there was a wealthy prince and princesses who had spent all their years being pampered in the palace. They realized how sheltered their lives had been and conspired to investigate what life was really like for common people. They dressed in plain clothes, dirtied themselves, hid their fine features, and set off for a region where they would not likely be recognized. This brought them to a county, many miles away, under the patronage of a wealthy lord. The lord of the county had a beautiful daughter of marrying age and was holding a contest to determine who should be her husband.

"On the morrow," he proclaimed to his subjects, "shall be held a contest of archery. Whoever succeeds in taking down the eagle, using no more than two arrows, shall wed my daughter."

The disguised prince turned to his sister for assistance. "I wish to participate in the contest tomorrow," he said, for he had seen how beautiful and virtuous the lord's daughter appeared. "Make me a bow and some arrows." The princess agreed and did the best she could with the materials she could find. It was certainly not the finest craftsmanship.

The following day, almost every bachelor in the region was present at the contest. The eagle was released and a flurry of arrows filled the sky, but none touched a feather upon its body. The prince, who was pretending to be lame in both legs, sat on the ground and let his first arrow fly after all others had missed. This one struck the eagle's wing and it landed in a tree many yards away. He shot the second arrow and it pierced the bird's heart. The lord was distressed that so lowly a person had won the hand of his daughter and concocted a new plan to have her wed someone else.

"This is just the first competition," the lord exclaimed. "There shall be a second and final task to decide the husband of my daughter. First, a man must catch a bluebird from the forest (a rare bird in those parts). If he does not catch one by sundown tomorrow, he cannot continue. Then, he must go to the mountains and catch another before morning the following day." This was truly a difficult task, one the lord believed the crippled peasant could not hope to complete.

Bluebird (Wikipedia)

While all the bachelors set of into the forest to find the elusive bluejay, the prince turned once again to his sister. "Make me two traps from whatever material we have and set them outside our door tonight." The princess did as she was bid, believing it all to be in vain.

However, the next morning they awoke to the sounds of chirping outside their window. Upon examination, there were, indeed, two bluejays caught within the traps. The princess delivered the birds to the lord and he was forced to concede his daughter's hand. She returned to their hut with the lord's daughter, who quickly attended to her husband's needs. Though beautiful and learned, she was also kindhearted and free of vanity so she was not distressed by her circumstances and sought to make the best of them. Upon recognizing this in his bride, the prince decided to end the ruse the following day.

"Return to your father tonight," he instructed, "and come back to tend to me tomorrow." 

The girl agreed and did as she was instructed, but she arrived the next day to find a curious scene in front of the hut. The prince and princess had bathed and donned their fine clothes once more. They waited for the lady beside a magnificent carriage with two pure white horses to draw it. The lady was hesitant to approach for she did not recognize neither her husband nor her sister-in-law. The prince stepped forward, took her hand, and kissed it gently.

"My lady," he addressed her, "forgive me for deceiving you. I am your husband, the same man you sat with all the previous day, but I am not a peasant. I am, in truth, the prince of this kingdom. I have been dazzled by your beauty, charm, grace, and kindness, and I wish to take you home with me to be my princess." When the lady expressed despair at having to be so far away from her father, whom she loved dearly, the prince showed her a golden path being constructed that would lead directly from the palace to her father's land. Satisfied, she joined the prince and his sister in the carriage to leave for the palace directly, where they lived out their days happily in each other's company.

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Author's Note: This story is based on the Native American tale "Dirt-Boy" from Tales of the North American Indians by Stith Thompson (1929). In the original tale, the Sun and his sister, Star, go down to earth disguised as an old woman and her crippled grandson in order to solve the matter of a chief's two daughters who were to marry but had refused all suitors. The chief decides to hold an archery contest to determine who shall be their husband. When the Sun (called Dirt-Boy by the villagers) wins, the chief announces another contest to catch two fishers (rare birds in the area) for the hands of his daughters. The Sun succeeds at this task as well and the chief is forced to give his daughters over to him. One of the daughters deserts her sister on the way to the boy's hut and marries a raven instead, believing this to be a better alternative than marrying Dirt-Boy. The other sister continues on and is a faithful wife. The Sun rewards her by showing her his true form, transforming his house and his wife, and creating a golden path from his great house to the house of his wife's father so that she may take it to see him often.

I changed this story to be more of a fairy tale, with the Sun and Star becoming a prince and princess. The chief and his daughters became a lord and one lady. I cut out the second sister to make sure the story wasn't too long. Because this is no longer a Native American tale, I also took out the characters of Coyote and Raven, who only played very small roles in the plot anyways.

Reading Diary B: Native American Hero Tales

Here are my favorites from the second half of the Native American Hero Tales unit:

The Son-in-Law Tests: What is it with the men in these stories killing of their family members? This time it's a family member by marriage, specifically sons-in-law. A (demon?) man named Wemicus continues to "test" his daughter's husbands in order to kill them and marry her to another one. If I knew what had happened to the rest of them, I wouldn't have agreed to marry her. But maybe she was really pretty or the guys thought they would be the one that wouldn't die. The unnamed hero of this story only avoids his fate because he wife tells him what her father is going to do. Why didn't she help any of her other husbands? Maybe she did but they were still outwitted by her father still. After he is defeated by his son-in-law, Wemicus turns into a pike, another animal I did not know about. Apparently, it is the fish you see below. I find it kind of creepy looking.

Pike
(Wikimedia Commons)

The Jealous Father: It seems like the heroes in these stories have some pretty messed up family members. The father in this story thinks his son from one of his two wives has "played tricks" on his stepmother (yes, that's a euphemism) so he leaves him on an island all by himself. The boy must undertake an adventurous journey home, avoiding the traps his father has laid in his way. He's assisted by people his mother sent to help him get home and their aid is what allows him to succeed. The story takes a dark turn when the boy sets the forest on fire and convinces his father that hiding in grease will save him. The father ends up being burned alive. Yikes. That's a bad way to go.

Dirt-Boy: Finally, a story with more than one person that you like. The Sun and his sister Star come down from the sky so he can make his claim to marry the sought-after daughters of a chief. The one who doesn't care that they are (disguised as) poor and ugly people is thoroughly rewarded. Though her father tried to avoid giving his daughters to Dirt-Boy (Sun in disguise), he was only thinking of their happiness and it's hard to hold that against him. I could see myself rewriting this story because I like the protagonists and its positive message. I'm not sure yet if I want to make it more modern, more realistic, or stick close to the original.

Reading Diary A: Native American Hero Tales

Here are my favorites from the first half of the Native American Hero Tales unit:

The Jealous Uncle: This was a bit of a strange story but interesting. The motivation for "Unnatural Uncle" killing all his nephews is never really explained. He just seems like he's not right in the head. What I liked about the story, though, were the traditional storytelling features like the repetition of the boy going out with his uncle, the uncle's attempts to trap or kill the boy in various ways, and the ingenious ways the boy managed to escape. The other thing I really liked was the eagle village the boy floated away to, where they can don eagle skins and actually become eagles. I wish this kind of thing was possible in real life. I would become a lion or a wolf or even just a little bird so I could experience what it was like to fly.

Bluejay and His Companions: This story was funny because of the silly antics the characters get up to. The same kind of repetition seen in The Jealous Uncle appears in this story too. The group shows up somewhere, are challenged to some kind of competition, and usually prevail. This sometimes involve hitting other critters on the head with a bone. What a silly provision of a competition! And it all happened because they were mean to the widower Grouse with a lot of kids. The bullies learn their lesson from their journey and are much nicer to him afterwards. If only there were some kind of program like this in real life for groups of bullies that could change their attitudes toward the people they pick on. In case you were wondering, the picture below is of a grouse (I didn't know what it was when I first read the story either).

Grouse
(Wikipedia)

The Attack on the Giant Elf and the Great Eagle: This was an interesting adventure tale. It's got giant animals, epic battles, and epic feats (like walking across large areas of land in only four steps). Four is the number in this story that is often repeated. It usually takes four tries for someone to do something or get a result from their efforts. I liked the explanation for why eagles aren't giant anymore: because the hero hit the giant eagle babies on the head with a bone to keep them from growing. I like reading Native American tales that explain why things are the way they are so I really enjoyed this story and I hope there are more like it in the second half of the unit.

Essay: Nature in Native American Fairy Tales

This week I read the American Indian Fairy Tales unit, another in a long line of fairy tale units from different cultures. What stood out to me about this unit and its stories is the large role nature and the environment play. Right off the bat, the first story Iagoo the storyteller relates to the children is about winter and its harbinger the fierce North Wind (Shin-ge-bis Fools the North Wind). It also describes the warm summer land of the South Wind. Natural phenomena are given life in these stories; they have emotions, thoughts, desires, and actions. In Native American cultures, nature is not something that just happens around human beings, independent of our actions. Nature and humanity have a long-standing relationship with actions and reactions from both parties, and this idea is very prevalent in the Native American fairy tales. The characters literally interact with agents of the environment and these interactions can have negative or positive consequences.

Another story features nature prominently but in a different way, The Little Boy and the Little Girl in the Clouds. In this tale, Iagoo tells the children about a time when "all animals and men lived on friendly terms." The scene he sets in a valley sound like a paradise.

    This valley was a lovely place to live in; never was such a playground      anywhere on earth. It was like a great green carpet stretching for miles      and miles, and when the wind blew upon the long grass it was like            looking at the waves of the sea. Flowers of all colors bloomed in the        beautiful valley, berries grew thick on the bushes, and birds filled the        summer air with their songs.

The illustration that goes along with the story, shown below, certainly captures the beauty described in the quote. I haven't seen many places that I would consider to have natural beauty like this. Landscapes today are obscured by houses and skyscrapers and telephone wires. 

The beautiful valley
Illustrated by John Rae

Perhaps the reason Native American cultures appreciate nature more than modern American culture is because they can remember a time when the environment was harsh and hostile. In How Summer Came, the world is trapped in an eternal winter. I speculate that this could be a story about an ice age. If a people had a cultural, first-hand memory of what it was like to live in such a hard environment, they might be more appreciative of the much tamer environment we have now. Regardless of how it came to be, the fairy tales in this unit illustrate the greater bond and respect Native American cultures share with nature.

Week 9 Storytelling: The Musician's Bride

Mary lived a double life. On the outside, she acted exactly as her parents wished. She never wore short skirts or jean shorts. All of her tops had sleeves and their necklines could never be described with the word "plunging." She never wore makeup and most of her wardrobe was pink. She was their perfect little girl-- on the outside, at least.

On the inside, Mary was an old soul. She dreamed of a life that was full of meaning and passion and, most importantly, close to nature. The closest things to natural beauty in Mary's neighborhood were the small, bright green lawns surrounding the suburban houses whose blades of grass were so chemically enhanced they looked fake. In fact, hardy anything in her life felt like it was real. All the trees were small and neatly trimmed so that they hardly rustled in a breeze less leaves fall off and tarnish the yard. Everything was held neatly in place, extensively polished, and always of the highest synthetic quality.

Creative free spirit
(Pixaby.com)

This included the music everyone listened to, the newest cookie-cutter pop hits. Mary dreamed of music that made you feel more than the desire to tap your foot. She dreamed of songs that touched your soul and inspired you to feel what they songwriter felt and think deeply. She dreamed of bare feet on real grass, bare skin in cool (non-chlorinated) water, and nights spent looking up at the stars without a care in the world. Mary dreamed of being free.

When her parents thought she was diligently studying, she was really in her room daydreaming. Mary imagined someone coming to save her and taking her somewhere she could live out her fantasies. Ideally, he would be a musician, a man who could express emotions through strings of notes and thoughtful lyrics. He would let her be who she wanted to be and accept whoever that was-- someone completely different from anyone she had ever met.

Mary loved her family and friends, but they just didn't understand her. They noticed her rather melancholy, dreamy disposition, but they assumed it was just a phase she would grow out of. They wanted her to marry as soon as possible after high school, hopefully being engaged before graduation to a young man from a respectable family and with a promising future-- maybe a future accountant or state senator. Mary, of course, would stay at home, taking care of the household and, eventually, the children. The thought of being trapped in such a life made her yearn even harder after the life she much preferred.

One evening in the summer, Mary didn't come down from her room when she was called to dinner. Upon finding her room vacant, her mother checked the whole house but could find no sign of her. In a panic, she rushed to the neighbor's house and asked if they had seen anything. Mr. Johnson appeared rather weary, and wouldn't look Mary's mother in the eye. Eventually, he told her what he had seen: a young boy in torn jeans and band t-shirt throwing rocks at Mary's window. When she opened it, he played her a song on his acoustic guitar while she watched avidly as if entranced. After the last note was played, they spoke only for a moment before Mary made her way down the side of the house using tied up bed sheets. The two of them raced into the boy's old red Camaro and took off down the road in a flash.

As Mary's distraught mother hurried back to her house to inform her husband and, no doubt, call the police, Mr. Johnson couldn't help thinking that he'd never seen Mary look happier than she did in the passenger seat of that poor musician's car.

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Author's Note: This story is based on a tale called The Fairy Bride from American Indian Fairy Tales by W.T. Larned, with illustrations by John Rae (1921). In "The Fairy Bride," a young girl named Neen-i-zu dreams of a land where there is no pain or suffering and everyone is happy all the time. She believes this land lies just beyond the trees of an enchanted forest that no one has ever entered, inhabited by little trickster creatures called Puk-Wudjies. She spends all day in her secret place, staring at the forest and internally begging the inhabitants of the other world (fairies) to admit her. Her mother, however, is concerned about her daughter's behavior and wishes that she would settle down and marry a local hunter. Distraught at being told she will wed this man she despises, she asks to be allowed to go to her secret place one last time on her wedding day, but she never returns. A man explains that he saw her being led into the forest by a fairy youth as if in a trance and she was never seen again.

As you can see, my story is quite different from the original. "The Musician's Bride" is set in modern times and is not about finding a magical paradise, but the overall idea is the same. Mary is a romantic who frequently dreams of being swept away to a fantasy world where she feels she will be incredibly happy. Though different in some ways, I feel like Mary and Neen-i-zu share the same kind of passionate free spirit.

Reading Diary B: American Indian Fairy Tales

Here are my favorites from the second half of the American Indian Fairy Tales unit:

The Boy Who Snared the Sun, Part 2: So far I've enjoyed this cute and intriguing tale. For one thing, the story mentions mastodons. I wonder if this was a part of the original story or if maybe this element was added by the author who compiled the stories. Obviously, the stories were translated into English, so it's possible that the traditional tale did tell of a giant creature like the mastodon and the translator or editor assumed this was the creature they were talking about. I also find it strange that there are only two people left in the whole world, a sister and a brother (who is a dwarf). What happened to their parents? What happened to everyone else in the world? How did humanity continue with just a brother and a sister? Hopefully these questions will be answered in the third part of the story.

The large mastodon
Illustrated by John Rae

The Boy Who Snared the Sun, Part 3: Well my questions about humanity were not answered, but I still liked this story. It was a bit sad that the Dormouse, who used to be the biggest animal in the world once the mastodon left, gave up his immense size while trying to cut the cord the boy used to snare the sun. It was a very selfless act to choose to lose his defining attribute so that everyone could reap the benefit of having the sun in the sky. This story does still leave many unanswered questions, though. What happened to the boy and his sister afterwards? Obviously human life in ancient North American didn't end. How did humans make their comeback? I wonder if the next stories will tell or if the answers are not in this group of stories but must be searched out in other places. My curiosity wants to be satisfied!

How the Summer Came, Part 1: I sympathize sooooo much with Morning Glory in this story! I much prefer summer over winter so I'm very tired of the winter weather. It always feels like the longest season of all. I had an epiphany while reading this story that the time when winter ruled the earth was probably the ice age! It's mind-blowing to think that there is a people who might actually have a consciousness that dates back to this far away point in human history. Not only that but they have a story about why they think the ice age finally ended, thanks to a man who could turn into an animal called a Marten. Another interesting thing about this story is that the marten man sacrifices himself to bring summer and, in fact, this animal is no longer found in the southern parts of North America (where the people who told this story likely would have lived). They now exist mostly in Canada (I found this out when I looked up what a marten is because I had never heard of it before).

The Fairy Bride, Part 2: This story reminds me a little bit of Pocahontas, the Disney movie. A parent of a free-spirited dreamer wants her to settle down and marry a man that is quite the opposite of her, very stern and concerned with killing (one is a hunter and the other a warrior). Even when you consider Grandmother Willow, The Fairy Bride involves more magic and magical creatures. The young maiden dreams of a world that is basically a paradise, where it's always summer and no one dies and everyone is always happy. The ending is kind of creepy, though. The hunter who spots her going into the enchanted forest says she looks like she is in a trance as she walks forward and then she disappears never to be seen again. Thankfully, this is something that she wanted and she has not been kidnapped like some girls in other stories have been. Although it is a bit creepy, it's actually a happy ending.

Reading Diary A: American Indian Fairy Tales

Here are my favorites from the first half of the American Indian Fairy Tales unit:

Iagoo the Storyteller: This is a great introduction into the other stories in the unit because it sets the tone so well. I can see everything the narrator is describing from the beautiful beads the children string on their necklaces to the bending bow and strong arrow to the children huddled around the fire in Iagoo's wigwam in the winter. I can hear the North Wind blowing against the walls of the wigwam and imagine the darkness in the surrounding forest. The overall impression I am getting makes me imagine that I am there with the children crowded by the fire hearing these stories just as real children once did on cold winter nights, learning about the rich storytelling tradition that has been passed down from generation to generation. Really wonderful story.

Shen-ge-bis Fools the North Wind, Part 1: Another great introductory section, this time to the story about Shen-ge-bis and how he plans to outlast the harsh, freezing North Wind when he brings winter to the land. I love stories from other, older cultures that explain why things are the way the are or how things came to be the way they are. I especially love Sha-won-dasee, the South Wind who lives in a land (you guessed it, in the south) where it is perpetually summer. The description of this place is so enticing to me. I would move to this warm southern place in a heartbeat if I could. The good things (at least in my opinion) that Sha-won-dasee brings to the lands that he visits basically include everything that I adore about summer and Ka-bib-on-okka (the North Wind) embodies basically everything I despise about winter. This story intensifies my desire for the warm spring days that are supposed to be just days away this week!

The Little Boy and Girl in the Clouds, Part 1: I don't know what it is with me and the introductory sections of this unit, but I am loving them. The places they describe seem like paradises to me. In this story, the beautiful scenery is that of a valley at the beginning of time where man and animals were friends. The grass is a green carpet that stretches like soft carpet from one wall of the world to another, dotted by colorful flowers and cut across by a glittering river that all the animals come to in order to drink from it. So basically, I just want to live in all the places these stories are set in or mention. Now would be a good time to mention the gorgeous illustrations in this unit. Soft, tranquil water color illustrations perfectly capture the beauty of the settings as well as the overall feeling created in these stories. Just look at that picture down there! Wouldn't you want to live in that valley, too?

Beautiful valley from The Little Boy and Girl in the Clouds
Illustrated by John Rae

The Child of the Evening Star, Part 1: I like this introductory section for a whole different reason than I liked the other ones. This story feels like a prototypical fairy tale. The heroine is beautiful but humble and is not concerned with outward beauty or riches. She has sisters who are also beautiful but who do not have as kind of hearts as she does (it also seems like a typical fairy tale convention for the "best" sister to be the youngest). The heroine turns away many eligible suitors because she doesn't like what she sees in their hearts and instead marries an old man, who is by far the most worthy. Compared to the previous stories, this one just seems like the most "fairy-tale-like." I predict that the couple will face a difficulty in the remaining parts of the story but will overcome them and live happily ever after.

Commenting Review Week (and Meme Generator Tech Tip)

I have had a lot of fun connecting with other students in the course through commenting on their blog posts and through their comments on my posts. I feel like we are more connected to each other than most people are to their classmates in other courses. Normally, the only time you really learn about each other is during the first day of class when everyone stands up and says their name, major, and other not-all-that-personal information. Sometimes, you might never hear some of your classmates say a single word again for the rest of the semester. In this course, however, you get to read pages and pages of what each other has to say about stories we've read, stories we've written, and comments on each other's blogs or storybooks. I think I have found that I have more things in common with many of my peers in this class than I have with previous classmates, which is certainly enhanced by the fact that nearly all my previous classmates might as well have been complete strangers.

The easiest part about commenting is complimenting others' work: letting people know what I like about what they have written or what parts of their writing are really top notch. Conversely, the hardest part is trying to give people suggestions on how to improve their writing. Most of the comments that I see are simply praise for what someone has written, so I feel bad telling someone, "Your dialogue could be improved in this sort of way," or some other form of constructive criticism. I don't want to seem like I don't think everyone's work is very good; I've really enjoyed every story I've read that was written by a classmate, but I also want to help them improve their writing so that it can be the best it can be. I also want my classmates to be honest with me in their comments about my work because I want to know what I can do to make my writing better. I appreciate the positive things they have to say, but I would also like to know which techniques and skills could use a little work.

And here is just a funny meme I made using the memecrunch.com meme generator :)

Writing Review Week

I think this class has been beneficial to me as a writer even more than it has been for me as a reader. There are a number of things that keep me from writing more often in my usual, day-to-day life: lack of time, inspiration, and confidence.

This course requires you to make time every week for writing, so now I write a new story every Wednesday whereas before I hardly ever wrote at all because there were too many other things taking precedent over writing (e.g. homework, housework, studying). There are also many stories to draw inspiration from each week. It's usually not hard to find a story that makes me think, "I want to change that part," or "I wonder what it would be like if it was set in this place instead of that," or some other idea that makes me want to write my own version of the story. Although I do sometimes think of ideas on my own that I'm really interested in exploring, my aforementioned lack of much leisure time usually keeps me from doing so. Finally, it has always been a dream of mine to be an author someday, but I've never been confident enough in my writing ability to pursue this passion seriously. Before this class, I wasn't used to sharing my stories with other people, but everyone who has commented on them has been very supportive and it's definitely helped my confidence a lot.

I personally feel like my greatest writing success so far has been my storybook introduction (I haven't received any comments yet on my first story, but hopefully the responses will be just as enthusiastic). It's extremely satisfying for a writer when a reader really loves your work and feels or responds to what you wrote exactly like you wanted them to. I've received a bunch of comments about how people were really drawn in by the introduction, how it made them want to read more, and that was exactly the point. It's sort of like a teaser trailer and, from what I'm hearing on my comment wall, it worked quite well. I really hope my stories can live up to the hype. I want to tell you stories about these women's lives that you never even imagined before.

The image I have chosen for this post is from one of my favorite story retellings. In Have Some Integrity, I change up the Brer Rabbit story of "Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear" because I didn't like the way the mischievous, but usually just, Brer Rabbit severely wrongs Brer Bear and gets away with it. I feel like I came up with an alternative plot that works well and is more in line with Brer Rabbit's character as it's established in the other stories.

Brer Rabbit caught in a trap
Illustrated by A.B. Frost

Reading Review Week

Wow, is it really halfway through the semester already? It feels like it was just yesterday that I was reading my first unit for this course, some of Aesop's fables. However, at the same time it feels like I have done so much reading. Six weeks' worth of reading, a great number of individual stories. At the beginning of the course, I tried to pick units that I thought would relate to each other well, but now I base my choices on which units really interest me. This means that I have been reading a lot of fairy tales recently because I have always loved fairy tales. This does correspond to the reading I do in my spare time, which often includes modern rewrites or retellings of classic fairy tales.

The Lion and the Statue, one of my favorite stories from the course.
Illustrated by Walter Crane

I've been working on my storybook project Tragically Ever After, so I have been doing outside reading for this as well. As you might have guessed, it includes reading the classic princess fairy tales like Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Rapunzel, the Princess and the frog. You get the idea. I looked at multiple versions of each story and chose the ones that, in my mind, which represented the "classic" version of the story. I've had no trouble finding sources because there was a specific link to a website that compiles different versions of classic fairy tales for comparison. This was a much appreciated resource in the course of researching for my storybook.

While I haven't seen a lot of overlap between the classes I am taking this semester and this course, I have recognized several units of stories that were discussed in my children's literature class, which I completed last semester. It not only mentioned the obvious genre of fairy tales,  but also the likes of mythology, folktales from different regions and countries, the Jataka tales, Brer Rabbit, and many other types of stories that you can read in various units throughout the Un-Textbook. What's great about having taken these two courses is that I read an overview of the whole genre in Children's Literature whereas I have a chance to actually read some of these stories in Mythology and Folklore, so I've gotten breadth and depth in my study of literature.

In summary, I've really been enjoying the readings I've done for this class so far and I look forward to continuing to explore the vast world of mythology and folklore in the following weeks.

Essay: Brer Rabbit- Southern Trickster Stories

I really enjoyed reading about Brer Rabbit this week. I had heard of the stories plenty of times in my life, but I had never read them before so I was excited to finally get the chance this week. What I liked about them was the central character of Brer Rabbit who I find to be one of the only American tricksters I know of from our storytelling tradition. Unlike the coyote or Loki, this trickster usually only unleashes his talents on the deserving Brer Fox who is always scheming to eat him or his children or other family members. Most of the time, he's just pulling a fast one on the fox to try to get out of whatever plan he's cooked up this time and doing so in a clever, humorous way.

However, there was one story in which the rabbit was a pure trickster without regard to right or wrong: Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear. In this tale, Brer Rabbit gets caught in a trap when trying to steal peanuts from Brer Fox's garden and is helped out of the trap by Brer Bear. That was nice of him right? Well, Brer Rabbit decides to trick Brer Bear into putting himself in the trap (he told the bear he was acting as a scarecrow) and then tells Brer Fox it was Brer Bear who had been stealing the peanuts, suggesting that he beat him with a stick (especially in the mouth to keep him from spilling the beans about what really happened). While this makes Brer Rabbit more of a true trickster because he doesn't care that Brer Bear did nothing to him to deserve such treatment, it did nothing to endear the character to me. Mischievous tricksters can have their funny moments, but I prefer that justice and fairness always prevail whenever possible. The fact that Brer Rabbit gets away with hurting a person who only ever helped him really damaged his reputation in my eyes. However, it must be taken into account that, in the rest of the stories, he only uses his cunning to escape the clutches of Brer Fox. Even when he goes out of his way just to mess with Brer Fox, he never steps over the boundary between good, clean fun and outright mean-spirited pranks. But, as the old saying goes, nobody's perfect.

Depiction of Brer Rabbit
(Wikimedia Commons)

Week 7 Storytelling: Have Some Integrity

One day, Brer Fox decided he was going to grow himself a peanut garden. He did all the hard labor, clearing the field behind his house, preparing the soil, planting the seeds, and tending the plants. His mouth watered as his plants greened, thinking of crunchy, salty peanuts and slick peanut oil. It wasn't long before someone else took notice of his growing garden: Brer Rabbit.

Now Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox have been in a feud of sorts, what with Brer Fox trying to eat the sly rabbit all the time. Why not too long ago, the scheming fox, with the help of Brer Wolf, had pretended to be dead in an attempt to get Brer Rabbit close enough that he could snatch him up. Even more recently than that, Brer Fox had been skulking around the rabbit's home, trying to find some grievance to lay against his children so he could gobble them up "with just cause." Well, you can imagine how Brer Rabbit's mind went to thinking up a plan to spoil the fox's botanical plans.

Every day, when Brer Fox was not attending to his peanuts, Brer Rabbit would sneak in and take his pick of peanuts before scampering out, just like he took food from other people's gardens. It didn't take that old fox long to realize his peanut plants where looking a little bare and even less time to suspect his cotton-tailed foe. So he devised a trap at the broken part of the fence Brer Rabbit was using to get into the garden, and left to run errands, allowing the rabbit time to get himself caught. And get caught he did.

Not five minutes after Brer Fox had disappeared over the hill, Brer Rabbit could be seen sneaking through the opening in the fence and... SNAP! The rope got caught up under his arms and Brer Rabbit was left hanging there, helpless as a fly in a spider web. Now this could have spelled disaster for our furry hero, if not for the appearance of Brer Bear. Brer Rabbit saw him ambling around the edge of the woods behind the garden and he called out to the bear.

Brer Rabbit caught in the trap (illustration by A. B. Frost)

"Hey there, Brer B'ar," he shouted, "Won't you come over here and help me down."

"Sure thing, Brer Rabbit." It was easy work for the large bear to yank the rope down far enough for the rabbit's feet to touch the ground so he could slip out.

"I just came in here to help my dear friend, Brer Fox, with his lovely peanut garden and I found myself hanging like a shirt on a line. Won't you help me surprise my good friend?" Brer Rabbit pleaded. Of course, kind Brer Bear obliged. "Alright, we'll help him pick all his peanuts before he gets back and we'll have a big neighborhood party to shell them all and share them all."

So the two of them got to work and by noon they had every basket full and every plant picked cleaned. They got Brer Rabbit's children to help them carry baskets up the road where they then rounded up everyone in the neighborhood to start shelling. By the time Brer Fox came back over the hill (expecting to find a humbled Brer Rabbit hanging in his tree), he was greeted by the sight of all his neighbors clustered in the road, snacking on some delicious-looking peanuts. He stopped dead in his tracks and his mouth popped wide open.

"Hi, there, Brer Fox," Brer Rabbit called to him with a wide grin. "We're all mighty thankful you decided to share your peanuts with your good friends here in the neighborhood." Not wanting to look mean-spirited, there was nothing Brer Fox could do but give a half-hearted "you're welcome," grab a big handful of what was left of his own peanuts, and plop down amongst the congregation.

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Author's Note: This story is based on the tale "Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear" from Uncle Remus: His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris (1881). In the original story, Brer Fox plants his garden and Brer Rabbit steals from it on a regular basis. However, it ended much differently and not to my liking at all. Brer Bear does help Brer Rabbit down from the trap, but he also convinces the bear to get into the trap himself, pretending like he had been acting as a scarecrow to keep critters out of the garden. Then, Brer Rabbit runs to Brer Fox and tells him that his peanut thief had been caught and was hanging up in his garden, suggesting he beat him with a stick (especially in the mouth so Brer Bear can't explain what really happened). The rabbit then runs off and hides in the mud, knowing the bear will be out to get his revenge. Mistaking Brer Rabbit for a frog, he takes false directions from the rabbit himself and Brer Rabbit hops on home, happy as a clam. The original story was also told in a much different manner, in a very rough, phonetic language. Here's an example (explaining that Brer Fox thinks he knows who the peanut-stealing culprit is): "He sorter speck who de somebody is, but ole Brer Rabbit he cover his tracks so cute dat Brer Fox dunner how ter ketch 'im."

I really disliked the original ending. I thought it was very uncalled for that Brer Rabbit hung Brer Bear out to dry (pretty literally) when he hadn't done anything wrong. So I fixed the story to be more like the other ones, where Brer Rabbit is a clever, comical, good character who sticks it to Brer Fox (who actually deserves to be pranked for trying to eat Brer Rabbit all the time).