Tsiknopempti (Greek: Τσικνοπέμπτη), literally Smelly Thursday, or even Smoky, or Barbeque Thursday because of the smell of the grilled meat..!
Before the Carnival ..!!
It is a Greek custom, and that day we go out or at home, and we eat grilled meat...!!!Even at school we order and we eat souvlaki ....greek meat by pork or by chicken with potatoes..!!

 It is made of wood in the form of an ellipse with a sharp tip. Rope is wrapped around a spinning top. One end of   the rope is connected to the finger. Players toss it as quickly as possible. The winner is the one who spins the   gyropcope long time. Few people can play the game at the same time. Gyroscope is adapted to the present day as Byblade.

With these words he vanished. The Padishah went home to his palace, and cut the apple, sharing it with his wife according to the instructions of the dervish. Some time later, as the wizard had promised, a little prince came to the palace and the Padishah, in his great joy, ordered the happy event to be celebrated throughout his dominions.

When the boy was five years old a tutor was appointed to teach him reading and writing. In his thirteenth year he began to take walks and go on journeys, and soon after wards he took part in the hunting excursions also. When he was nearing his twentieth year his father began to think of finding him a wife. A suitable maiden being discovered, the young couple were betrothed, but on the very day of the wedding, when all the guests had assembled in readiness for the ceremony, the dervish came and carried off the bridegroom to the foot of a mountain. With the words “Remain in peace” he went away. In great fear the young Prince looked around him, but saw nothing more alarming than three white doves flying towards the river on whose bank he was resting.

As they alighted, they were transformed into three beautiful maidens, who entered the water to bathe. Presently two of them came out, resumed their bird forms, and flew away. As the third maiden left the water, she caught sight of the young Prince. Much astonished at his presence, she inquired how he had come there.

“A dervish carried me hither,” he answered, whereon the girl rejoined: “That dervish is my father. When he comes, he will take you by your hair, hang you on that tree, and flog you with a whip. ‘Dost know? he will ask, and to this question you must answer, ‘I know not.'” Having given this advice, the girl, transforming herself into a white dove, flew quickly away.

Presently the young Prince saw the dervish approaching with a whip in his hand. He hung the youth by his hair to a tree; flogged him soundly, and asked, “Dost know?” When the young Prince answered “I know not” the dervish went away. For three days in succession the youth was beaten black and blue; but when the dervish had satisfied himself that his victim under stood nothing at all, he set him free.

“Did a youth and a maiden pass this way?” she inquired.

When the youth was out walking one day the dove came to him and said: “Take this bird and hide it. When my father asks which of the three maidens you desire, point to me; if, however, you do not recognise me, produce the bird and answer: ‘I desire the maiden to whom this bird shall fly.'”

The next day the dervish brought with him the three maidens and asked the youth which of them pleased him best. The youth accordingly produced the bird and said that he desired her to whom the bird should fly. The bird was set free and alighted on the maiden who had instructed him.

She was given in marriage to the youth, but without the consent of her mother, who was a witch.

While the youth and the maiden were walking together, they saw the mother coming after them. The maiden, giving the youth a knock, changed him into a large garden, and by another knock changed herself into a gardener. When the woman came up she inquired: “Gardener, did not a maiden and a youth pass this way?” The gardener answered: “My red turnips are not yet ripe–they are still small.” The witch retorted: “My dear Gardener, I do not ask about your turnips, but about a youth and a maiden.” But the gardener only replied: “I have set no spinach, it will not be up for a month or two.” Seeing she was not understood, the woman turned and went away. When the woman was no longer in sight, the gardener knocked the garden, which became a youth again, and knocked herself and became a maiden once more.

They now walked on. The woman turning back and seeing them together, hastened to overtake them. The maiden also turned round and saw her mother hurrying after them. Quickly she gave the youth a knock and turned him into an oven, knocked herself and became a baker. The mother came up and asked: “Baker, have not a youth and a maiden passed this way?” “The bread is not yet baked–I have just put it in; come again in half an hour, then you may have some,” was the answer. At this the woman said: “I did not ask you for bread; I inquired whether a youth and a maiden had passed this way.” The reply was as little to the point as before. “Wait a while; when the bread is ready we will eat” When the woman saw she was not understood she went away again. As soon as the coast was clear the baker knocked the oven, which became a youth, and knocked herself back into a maiden; then they pursued their way.

Looking back once more the woman again saw the youth and the maiden.

She now realised that the oven and the baker were the runaways in disguise, and hurried after them. Seeing that her mother was coming, the maiden again knocked the youth and changed him into a pond; herself she changed into a duck swimming upon the water. When the woman arrived at the pond she ran to and fro seeking a place whence she could reach the opposite side. At length, seeing she could go no further, she turned round and went home again. The danger over, the duck struck the pond and changed it into the youth; and transformed herself into a maiden as before; upon which they resumed their journey.

Wandering onward they came at length to the birthplace of the youth, where they entered an inn. Then said he to the maiden: “Remain here while I fetch a carriage to take you away.” On the road he encountered the dervish, who seized him and transported him immediately to his father’s palace, and set him down in the great hall where the wedding-guests were still waiting. The Prince looked round at them all, and rubbed his eyes, Had he been dreaming? “What can it all mean?” he said to himself.

Meanwhile, the maiden at the inn, seeing that the youth returned not, said to herself: “The faithless one has forsaken me.” Then she transformed herself into a dove, and flew to the palace. Through an open window she entered the great hall, and alighted on the Prince’s shoulder. “Faithless one!” she said reproachfully, “to leave me alone at the inn whilst you are making merry here!” Saying this, she flew back immediately to the inn.

When the youth realised that it was no dream, but fact, he took a carriage and returned without delay to the inn, put the maiden into the coach, and took her to the palace. By this time the first bride had grown tired of waiting for so eccentric a bridegroom and had gone home. So the Prince married the dervish’s daughter, and the wedding festivities lasted forty days and forty nights.

“Whither bound, Padishah?” inquired the dervish.

“If thou knowest that I am the Padishah thou canst also tell me the remedy for my grief,” answered he.

Taking an apple from his breast and presenting it to the Padishah, the dervish said: “Give one half to the Sultana and eat the other yourself,” and immediately disappeared.

The Padishah accordingly went home, gave half of the apple to his consort and ate the other half himself, and before long a Shahzada, or Crown Prince, was born in the palace. The Padishah was beside himself with joy. He gave money to the poor, set slaves free, and prepared a feast for everybody.

The Prince grew and attained his fourteenth year. One day he accosted his father with the request: “My Padishah and father, have built for me a small marble palace, with two fountains, from one of which shall flow oil and from the other honey.”

“The Prince took up a stone and cast it at the old woman’s jug and broke it to pieces. ” Illustration by Willy Pogany. Published in Forty-Four Turkish Fairy Tales (1913), George G. Harrap & Co.

The Padishah loved his only son so much that he ordered the palace to be built with the two fountains, in accordance with the boy’s desire. Now as the Prince sat in his palace looking on the two fountains which yielded oil and honey, an old woman appeared with a jug in her hand, intending to fill it at the fountain. The Prince took up a stone and cast it at the old woman’s jug and broke it to pieces. Without a word the woman withdrew. Next day she came again, and just as she was about to fill her jug the Prince once more threw a stone and broke the vessel. Without a word the old woman went away. On the third day she reappeared, and for the third time her jug was shattered by the Prince. Said the old woman: “I pray Allah thou mayst be smitten with love for the three Orange Peris.” She then went away, and was seen no more.

From that moment the Prince was seized as with a devouring fire. He pined and faded, and the Padishah, observing his son’s condition, called in physicians and hodjas, but no one could cure the Prince’s malady. “Oh, Shah,” said the son to his father one day, “my dear father, these people can do me no good; their efforts are in vain. I love the three Orange Fairies, and shall have no peace till I find them.”

“Oh, my child,” lamented the Padishah, “thou art my only one. If thou forsake me, then can I have no joy.”

But as the Prince continued to get worse, the Padishah thought it better to withhold no longer his permission for the boy’s setting out; he might perhaps find the three fairies and return home.

Laden with costly treasures the Prince set forth. Over hill and down dale, ever onward he pursued his way. On a boundless plain he found himself suddenly confronted with the gigantic Dew-mother. Standing astride upon two hills, one foot on each, she crunched resin in her jaws, and the sound could be heard two miles away. Her breathing raised storms, and her arms were nine yards long.

“How do you do, mother?” the youth said to her, putting his arm round her waist.

“Hadst thou not called me ‘mother’ I would have swallowed thee,” returned the woman. Then she asked him whence he came and whither he would go.

“Oh, dear mother,” sighed the boy, “such misfortune is mine that it were better you did not ask and I did not answer.”

“But tell me,” demanded the woman.

“Oh, dear mother,” he sighed again, “I am in love with the three Orange Fairies. Can you not show me the way to them?”

“Silence!” commanded the woman; “it is forbidden to utter that word. I and my sons guard ourselves against them but I know not where they dwell. I have forty sons, who go up and down in the earth; perhaps they may know.”

When evening came, before the return of the Dew-sons, the woman picked up the Prince and struck him gently, whereupon he was transformed into a water-jug.

She was only just in time, for suddenly the forty Dew-fellows appeared and cried: “We smell the flesh of man, mother!”

“But,” returned the mother, “what should a man be doing here? You had better sit down to your supper.”

So the Dew-fellows sat down to their meal, during the course of which the mother inquired: “If you had a mortal brother, what would you do with him?”

“What should we do with him?” they all answered in chorus. “We should love him as a brother.”

On receiving this assurance the Dew-mother struck the water-jug and the Prince appeared. “Here is your brother,” she said, presenting him to her forty sons. The Dews welcomed the youth with joy, called him their brother, gave him a place beside them, and demanded of their mother why she had not produced him before the meal. “My children,” she replied, “he could not have eaten the food you are accustomed to; mortals eat fowl, beef, mutton and such.”

Immediately one of the Dews got up, fetched a sheep, and set it before the youth.

“You simpleton!” scolded the woman; “it must first be cooked.”

So the imp took the sheep away, and returned with it roasted, setting it once more before the Prince. Having eaten till he was satisfied, the Prince put the rest aside. Noticing this, the imps inquired why he did not eat it all, and their mother informed them that the children of men did not eat so much as Dew-fellows.

“Let us see how mutton tastes,” said one of the imps, and in a couple of mouthfuls the whole sheep was gone.

Next morning the woman said to her sons: “your brother has great grief.” “What is it?” they asked; “we may be able to help him.” “He is in love with the three Orange Fairies,” proceeded the mother. “We know not the dwelling-place of the Orange Fairies; we never go in their neighbourhood; but perhaps our aunt knows.” “Take the youth to her,” ordered the woman; “greet her on my behalf, tell her this is my son, and that I wish her, if possible, to help him.” The Dews accordingly conducted the Prince to their aunt, and told her all.

This old witch had sixty sons, and not knowing herself where the Orange Fairies lived, she awaited the return of her progeny. As she was uncertain how her sons would receive the visitor, she struck him gently and turned him into a vessel. “We smell the flesh of man!” the Dews shouted as they ran into the room.

“No doubt you have been eating human flesh,” answered their mother. “Now come to your supper.” The sons sat down to eat eagerly. Then the woman struck the vessel, and the sixty Dews, on beholding the little mortal, received him heartily, offered him a seat, and set food before him.

“My sons,” said the imps’ mother on the following day, “this child is in love with the three Orange Fairies; can you not take him to them?” “It is certain we cannot,” they answered, “but perhaps our other aunt knows the way.” “Then take him to her,” said the woman; “greet her on my behalf, tell her the boy is my son and will be hers; she may be able to help him.”

The imps accordingly conducted the youth to their aunt and related all. “Oh, my children,” she answered, “I can do nothing, but when my eighty sons return this evening I will inquire of them.”

The sixty Dews took leave of the Prince, and toward evening the Dew. mother gave him a knock and turned him into a broom, which she put behind the door. Hardly had she done this than the eighty Dews came home, and began muttering about the smell of human flesh. During supper their mother asked them what they would do if they had a mortal brother. As they all swore a solemn oath to do him no harm, she took the broom, struck it lightly, and the Prince appeared.

The imps received him cordially, inquired after his health, and set food before him. Then the woman asked them whether they knew where the three Orange Fairies lived, as their new brother was in love with them. With a cry of joy the youngest Dew-son sprang up and said that he knew. “Then,” rejoined the mother, “take the youth there that he may accomplish his desire.”

Next morning the imp and the Prince set out on their journey. As they proceeded the young Dew said: “Brother, we shall soon reach a large garden, in which there is a pond, where the three oranges will be found. When I cry, ‘Shut your eyes–open your eyes!’ do so, and seize whatever presents itself.”

Proceeding a little farther, they came to the garden, and as the Dew caught sight of the pond he cried to the Prince: “Shut your eyes–open your eyes!” The Prince saw the three oranges on the smooth surface of the pond, seized one and put it in his pocket. Again the Dew cried: “Shut your eyes–open your eyes!” Obeying, the Prince seized the second orange, and likewise the third. “Now,” said the Dew, “take care not to open the oranges at any spot where there is no water, or you will repent it.” Promising to follow his advice, the Prince parted from the Dew, the one going to the right, the other to the left.

As the Prince travelled up hill and down dale he remembered the oranges and took one out of his pocket with the intention of opening it. Hardly had he inserted his knife in the peel than a lovely maiden, beautiful as the full moon, sprang out, crying: “Water! give me water!” and as there was no water near, she vanished immediately. The Prince deeply regretted what he had done, but it could not be helped now.

Some hours elapsed, he had walked many miles, and again he thought of the oranges. He took out the second, slit it, and behold! out sprang a maiden lovelier than the first. She also demanded water, and, seeing none, likewise vanished.

“I must take better care of the third,” thought the Prince as he tramped wearily onward. On reaching a spring he drank of it, and resolved to open his third orange. He did so, and a maiden more lovely than either of the others appeared. As she also asked for water, the Prince led her to the spring, gave her to drink, and she remained with him.

The Prince was anxious that the maiden should enter his father’s city with befitting state. So he persuaded her to hide in a tree near the spring, while he went to fetch a coach and gorgeous raiment. When he had gone away a black slave-woman came to the spring for water. Seeing therein the reflection of the maiden from the tree above, and thinking it was her own image, she soliloquised: “I am much more beautiful than my mistress. Why should I carry water for her? Rather should she carry it for me,” and she threw down her jug so violently that it broke in pieces.

She returned to the house, and when her mistress asked where the jug was, the negress turned upon her scornfully ” I am more beautiful than you; henceforth you must fetch me water.” The mistress, holding up the mirror, answered “Are you out of your wits? Look in the glass,” and the negress, looking, saw that she was really black. Without another word she again took a jug and went to the spring to fill it. Arrived there, she saw a second time the reflection of the maiden in the tree and mistook it for her own.

“I am after all more beautiful than my mistress,” she cried aloud. Throwing down her jug, she once more went to the house. Again the mistress asked why she had brought no water. “I am more beautiful than you; you must fetch me water,” was the retort. “You are mad, girl,” returned the mistress, again holding the mirror up before the swarthy face of the slave, who, realising that she was indeed a negress, took a third jug and went yet a third time to the spring. The reflection of the maiden again appeared in the water, and the negress was just about to dash her jug to pieces when the maid called to her from the tree: “Break not your jug; what you behold in the water is my reflection, not your own.”

The negress looked up, and seeing in the tree a being so wondrously beautiful lovelier than anyone she had ever seen before–she addressed her in words of honeyed flattery:

“Oh, most charming of all maidens, surely you must be tired from sitting up there so long. Come down and lay your weary head in my lap.”

The bait was taken, and as the maiden’s head lay in her lap, the negress took a hair pin and thrust it into her skull. But at the very moment the murderous intention was accomplished the maiden was transformed into an orange coloured bird and flew away, leaving the negress by the tree.

Shortly afterwards the Prince returned in a magnificent coach, and clad in gold brocade. Glancing at the tree and seeing the swarthy features of the negress, he asked what had happened. “Leave me here and go away,” answered the negress. “The sun has quite spoilt my complexion.” What could the poor Prince do? He put the supposed maiden in the coach and took her to his father’s palace.

The courtiers awaited the arrival of the fairy bride with eager curiosity; when they saw the negress they were at a loss to imagine what the Prince could find attractive about her. “She is not a negress,” explained the Prince; “only she was in the sun so long she has become somewhat sunburnt; she will soon become white again.” With these words he led her to her apartments.

Near the Prince’s palace was a large garden. Here one day the Orange Bird flew in, and, alighting on a tree, called to the gardener.

“What wilt thou of me?” asked the gardener.

“How is the Prince?” inquired the bird.

“Quite well,” was the answer.

“And how is his black wife?” was the next inquiry.

“Oh, she is quite well, but keeps to her apartments,” replied the gardener.

At this the bird flew off. Next day it came again, and repeated the questions of the previous day. On the third day also it did the same; and it came to pass that every tree on which the bird had sat withered away. Shortly afterward, as the Prince was walking in the garden, seeing so many withered trees he spoke to the gardener. “Why do you not take proper care of these trees?” he asked; “they are all withered! ”

Hereupon the gardener related the incident of the bird and its questions, and observed that though he had done his utmost for the trees it was all in vain. The Prince commanded him to smear the trees with birdlime, and when the bird was caught to bring it himself to the palace. So the bird was caught and taken to the Prince, who put it in a cage.

As soon as the negress saw the bird she knew it was really the beautiful maiden. She now pretended to be dangerously ill, sent for the chief physicians, and, bribing them, got them to report to the Prince that only by eating a certain kind of bird could she possibly recover.

When the Prince heard that his wife was very ill he called the physicians before him and asked what was to be done. They told him that the Princess could only be cured if a certain kind of bird were given her to eat. “I have lately caught such a bird,” said the Prince, and he commanded that the captive should be killed and served up to his wife. But by chance one of the bird’s beautiful feathers fell to the floor, and lodged, without anyone observing it, between two planks.

Time passed, and the Prince was still waiting for his wife to turn white. In the palace was an old woman who taught reading and writing to the inmates. One day, being about to ascend the stairs, she espied a bright object. She picked it up, and saw that it was a bird’s feather with spots on it that sparkled like diamonds. She took the feather to her own room and stuck it in a crevice in the wall.

One day while she was in attendance at the palace the feather fell from its position, and ere it could reach the floor, behold! it was trans formed into a lovely maiden, of dazzling beauty. The maiden swept the floor, cooked the dinner, and put everything in order, after which she resumed the form of a feather and went back to her place on the wall. When the old governess arrived home she was astonished. She looked everywhere, but could find no clue to the riddle.

Next morning while she was in the palace the feather again assumed human form and acted as on the day before. On the third day the old woman, determined to solve the mystery, instead of leaving her apartments locked the door as though she intended to go to the palace as usual, but hid herself. Soon she saw a maiden in the room, who, after putting everything in proper order, set about the cooking. When all was ready the dame ran in and caught the mysterious maiden and demanded an explanation. The latter related her adventures, telling how the negress had twice taken her life, and how she had come there in the form of a feather.

“Grieve not, my daughter,” said the old dame, consoling her, “I will soon put the matter right.’ She lost no time in going to the Prince, whom she invited to supper the same evening.

After supper coffee was brought in, and as the maiden set down the cups the Prince chanced to look into her face, and immediately swooned away.

When he had been brought to consciousness again he asked who the maiden was. “My servant,” answered the old woman. “Whence have you obtained her?” demanded the Prince. “Will you not sell her to me?” “How can I sell you what already belongs to you?” returned the dame. Taking the maiden by the hand, she led her to the Prince, exhorting him thenceforth to guard his Orange Fairy with more care.

The Prince took his true bride home in triumph to his palace, ordered the negress to instant execution, and celebrated his new wedding feast for forty days and forty nights. This happy end attained, we will once more stretch ourselves on our divan.

First used by Ottoman princes 500 years ago

Dance of the colors above the water

Pieces of geometric blocks 

and keel bars are interlocked through tenon-mortising and tongue-groove without the use of any nails or glue.

On the evening of the 4th of March, the Joasikeroak will be around the village making noise with tambourines and bells. They chase Lukas de Aierbe, who will be captured and shown to the village, while they dance to celebrate he is captive.

Later on that evening, he will be judged by the Zorrotzak (with a sentence in Basque language: Lukas de Aierbe! Akerburu, txakurburu!! Lukas de Aierbe, sorgiña! Akerburu, txakurburu!! Zuregan dugu grina! Sutara, sutara!!) and sentenced to be burnt in a bonfire while the Muxinariak cry for him and the Joasikeroak dance.

The game is generally played in brazier-like holes, either twelve or fourteen of them. In most cases it is played by two players in the following manner. Each player digs seven small holes in the ground in lines opposite each other and places five stones in each hole.Each player in turns picks up all the stones out of any one hole on his side, and distributes them one by one counter-clockwise in the other holes beginning at the first hole on the right of the one from which he has taken the stones. The game is finished when all fourteen holes are empty. The stones are then replaced five in each hole and the player whose stones exceed the number needed to fill the holes in his line wins.

Knucklebones may have six sides, but four sides are more commonly used since they fall in four ways with the flat, concave, convex, or sinuous sides up; hence they are used for gambling instruments serving the purpose of dice. Not only does each of these six sides have dozens of different names according to region, but also different names indicate the way the bones are thrown, the game rules, or the animal from which it is taken.

The most widespread of stick games is Jirid. In some games with sticks the purpose is to throw the stick like a javelin as far as possible, or to make it penetrate the ground. In other games penetrating the ground is not sufficient; it must also hit a previously placed stick.

A very widespread game with sticks is called Çelik Çomak, though there are dozens of other names according to the region, with slight changes of rules. A Çelik is a small fairly thick piece of wood about a foot long, with each end pointed round off into a point. A longer stronger stick of three to four feet is called Çomak. A long narrow hole approximately two feet long, six inches wide, and three inches deep is dug in the ground. The Çelik is placed across it; one man raises the Çelik with his Çomak and sends it afield with a stroke and the other player tries to catch or touch it. If he succeeds in doing so, he gets possession of the hole and starts playing the game. If he fails, then the man who first sent the Çelik avails himself of the first chance.

In the palm of her hand each girl holds five small round stones which she tosses in the air and tries to catch on the back of the hand. When four stones have fallen on the ground, one is retained in the hand and then tossed up. While it is in the air, with the same hand, she must grab the four stones that are on the ground and catch the one tossed before it reaches the ground. Then one stone is again tossed in the air and the four stones on the ground are grabbed one by one, each grab being preceded by the tossing and catching of a stone that is retained in the hand. This is repeated, grabbing two by two, then three and one, and then all together.

A rectangle is chalked on the pavement and divided into four squares by lines drawn parallel to the sides from the center of one side to that of the other. Standing at a fixed distance the players each take three stones, and each plays, in turn, with the object of placing his stones in a straight line. If a stone is between two belonging to an opponent it may not be moved and is considered blocked. This is called Üç Taş (Three Stones) like Three Man Morris or Merrymen. The other kind, more like Nine Men's Morris, is similar, with the object of getting three stones in a line; it is called Dokuz Taş (Nine Stones) or Dokurcun. The origin of the Turkish game probably goes back to the Kirghiz, Kazak, and Uzbek tribes of Central Asia, where spreading nine stones called Kumalak was used in fortune-telling and divination

It is a game which can be played with minimum 10 children. Players elect two children among them. One of them takes the name of “golden watch”, and  the other “golden bracelet”. And then both stands face to face, hand in hand, they raise their hands. Other children pass through them by singing the following jingle: 

Open the door Chief of Greedy Merchant 

Chief of Greedy Merchant… 

What do  you give for your right on the door? 

What do you give? 

Let the person behind myself be souvenir 

Let him be souvenir

Players sit around a circle.Someone among them is chosen as midwife.At the hands of the midwife,there is a handkerchief which is knotty around its tips.Hiding handkerchief at his hand,it wanders around the players.Sometimes it stops as if it leaves the handkerchief to the back of the players.With these kind of behaviours,it tries to surprise the players.Sitters dont look their  back.But they only try to grasp what is there on the floor.While it turnes around the players,it says a tongue twister.After telling that a few times,it leaves this handkerchief to the back of the player.The player who realizes this comes up and tries to chase it.İf it catches up without sitting,till he sits,the player hit the back of the midwife with handkerchief.If players dont realize the handkerchief,the midwife takes the handkerchief and hits with it.This time,the player who doesnt realize handkerchief become midwife.Play goes on like that.

1- Players are arranged in the shape of a circle. 

2-Firstly, it will have the ball. It tells someone’s name (who is playing the game) and at the same time it throws up the ball. 

3- The one whose name is called by the it, will be the new it and will try to catch the ball. 

4 - If it catched the ball on the air, it will say a new name. 

5-If it can not catch the ball on the air, it will hold the ball and at the same time it will say ‘stop’. And all players will stop where they are. 

6-It will hit the player whoever s/he wants. 

7- If s/he hits someone, the hit one will lose one point and will be the new it then s/he will continue by calling a new name. 

8-If it can’t hit anyone, the it will lose one point. 

9- The one who lose most point will do something that the other players want. ( e.g. singing a song, jumping like a rabbit)

• In American culture, Leap Frog has the most similarities to Long Donkey. But, instead of 

jumping over the other players as in Leap Frog, Long Donkey players jump on top of the 

other players' backs. 

• Long Donkey involves two teams. Both teams form lines in which each person leans over and 

holds onto the person in front of them, forming one long line of backs facing upward. 

• People from the other team jump on top of this line, attempting to knock it over. 

• The team that remains standing with the largest number of people from the other team on top 

of it wins the game of Long Donkey.

Hadja had lost his donkey. While he was looking for it, he kept repeating, “Thank God!”

“Hodja, why are you thanking God all the time?” people asked.

“I am grateful that I was not on the donkey, otherwise I would be lost too.” he answered.

Bald boy got the gold and when he was on his own way he saw a group of people beating up a cat. He said “take this piece of gold and stop beating him”.  He rescues the cat and he and cat start to walk again. A while later, he saw couple of people beating up a dog. He again said “stop it, what are you doing?” and he saves the dog as well.

And then he continues to walk along with a dog and cat. When he almost has got near by to the town, he saw a crowd again and he saw woodchoppers trying to kill a snake. He could not able to stop himself again and says: “take this piece of gold and let him go.” And he also saves the snake.

The snake said: “The son of the Adam, I am the son of the snake emperor. I had argued with my dad and I hide over here. But they found me. I wanted to go back to my dad and if you want you can come along with me. Bald boy decided to go with the snake and soon after they introduce themselves to the snake emperor. Snake emperor feels so happy to see his son again and he wants to give a reward to the bald boy and he says: “make a wish, anything you want to” and at that moment prince snake whisper in his ear and says “ask him to give the seal under his tongue” and Bald boy says : “ I want your seal”
The emperor says that you ask for my most precious treasure. I am gonna give it to you because you saved my son. He says that whatever he wishes his wishes will become true with this seal and gives it to the bald boy. Bald boy got the seal, the dog and the cat and go back to his house. When his mother sees that he did not bring home nothing but a dog and cat she gets mad at him.

The day after bald boy says his mother and says go and ask for emperor’s young daughters’ hand. His mother says that, he would not give his daughters’ hand to you. But bald boy was so insist and she eventually went to the palace to ask for emperors’ daughters’ hand.
Emperor says if you build a big palace just across my palace then I can say okay. His mother returns back to home and tells what emperor wants from them.

Bald boy says: no worries, I can do it in five minutes. And he asks the seal to make a big palace. When emperor gets up the day after and sees the big palace built in a night he has to give his permission to him.

Bald boy moved into his new palace and he put his seal to the best place in it. One day in the absence of bald boy, some one comes to the home as a bead seller who is aware of the seal and he tries to sell beads to bald boys’ wife. His wife says that she does not have any money and this con man says you do not need to give me any money, you can get whatever you want to trade that seal as an exchange he says. Wife says ok and gives to bead seller and gives seal to him.  He got the seal and cross the lake just right after. The palaces fall apart right away. The emperor takes her daughter back as well. When bald boy come back to the home with the cat and the dog and see what happened he feels so unhappy and feels so sad.

Cat says. I can find the seal but I can not get across the lake. Dog says, I can swim through lake and you can sit on me. They do that, and come to the man’s house. When they arrive to the home dog waited in front of the house and the cat catches a mouse and put hot pepper to the his tale. Later on he walked in and he put the mouse’s tale into the man’s nose. Therefore, the man sneezes and the seal under his tongue fall off. The cat catches the seal and along with the dog they run to the lake. The dog start swimming back to their place but in the middle of the lake cat drops the seal from his mouth and a fish swallow the seal. This time dog gets the responsibility and they both went to the fish market. The dog sniffs each fish and find out which one has the seal and show it to the bald boy. Bold boy buys that fish right away and they return back to their house.
Bald boy gets back his palace and his wife and for the honor of this new start he makes celebrities for 40 nights and 40 days.

Nasreddin Hoca was a philosopher, wise, witty man with a good sense of humor. His stories have been told almost everywhere in the world, spread among the tribes of Turkic World and into Persian, Arabian, African and along the Silk Road to China and India cultures, later also to Europe. Of course, all these stories currently attributed to the Hoca for about 800 years haven't originated from him. Most of them are the product of collective Humor of not only Turks but also other folks in the World.

Nasreddin Hodja, or Hoca which means teacher in Turkish ("c" is pronounced in Turkish like "dj" or like "J" in "John" in English), is known as with different names in the world. Some examples; Turks say "Nasreddin Hoca;" Kazakhs, "Koja Nasreddin;" Greeks, "Hoja Nasreddin;" Azerbaijanis and Iranians, "Molla or Mulla Nasreddin;" Arabs, "Juha;" and Tajiks, "Mushfiqi". And some spellings of Nasreddin: Nasrudin, Nasr ed-din and Nasr al-din.

The year 1996 was proclaimed "Nasreddin Hoca year" by UNESCO. He signed the humor of the millennium at the top.