This is a story from China. It is about twelve animals of the zodiac: a dog, a pig, a rat, an ox, a tiger, a hare, a dragon, a snake, a horse, a ram, a monkey and a cockerel.
One
day the twelve animals were having an argument. They wanted
every year to have a name. 'I think that this year should be
named after me,' barked the dog. 'It should be called the year
of the Dog.'
'No.'
gibbered the monkey, 'I think this year should be named after me.'
said the monkey. 'It should be called the Year of the Monkey.'
'No,
no,' breathed the dragon. 'This year should be named after me.
It should be called the Year of the Dragon.'
The
gods were listening. They heard the animals arguing. 'Stop
arguing,' demanded one of the gods. The dog stopped arguing. The
monkey stopped arguing. The dragon stopped arguing. They all
stopped arguing and listened. The gods boomed, 'Can you see the big
river? You must have a race across the big river. We will name this
year after the winner of the race.'
So,
all the animals lined up on the bank of the river ready for the
race. They're off! The animals jumped into the water and
swam as fast as they could towards the other side.
The
ox was very strong and he could swim very fast. Soon he was in
front of all the other animals; but the rat was very clever. He
grabbed the ox's tail and climbed onto his back. The ox didn't
know he was there.
The
ox thought he was going to win the race. Just before the ox got to
the other side, the rat jumped off the ox's back onto the grass and
won the race.
'Yippee!
Hoorah!' shouted the rat, 'I'm first.'
The
ox was very surprised. 'How did you do that?' he asked, but the
rat only laughed.
The
gods laughed too and said, 'The rat is the winner. We will call this
year the Year of the Rat. The ox was second, so next year will
be called the year of the Ox.
All
the other animals finished the race. The tiger was third, the hare
was fourth, the dragon was fifth, the snake was sixth, the horse was
seventh, the ram was eighth, the monkey was ninth, the cockerel was
tenth, the dog was eleventh and the pig was last.
The
gods decided that each year would be named after one of the animals
in the race. The animals didn't argue any more. They were very
happy, especially the rat because he had won the race.
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