The-Demon-at-the-Bridge

Long ago, in a quiet valley, a new bridge stretched across a rushing river. It was a fine bridge, arched and strong, but everyone in the valley knew it had been built by a demon. The demon had hoped to trick the people, but thanks to a clever hermit and a stubborn donkey, he had been outsmarted and vanished into the river with a hiss of smoke. For a long time, the bridge stood empty. No one dared to cross it, worried the demon might return. ...

In a lonely valley, between two steep hills, there once lived a demon. He was not a very scary demon, but a troublesome one. His greatest joy was to bother people and try to tempt them into bad habits. “Give up your honesty!” he would whisper. “Forget your kindness!” he would hiss. But the people of the valley were good and strong. They worked hard, helped one another, and prayed each day for courage. No matter how hard the demon tried, nobody listened to him. ...