NARRATIVE TEXT
Narrative explanation is below:
Of course, there are many kinds of narrative text.
The followings are kinds of narrative text:
2. The Legends
3. Folk Stories
4. Fairy Tales
5. The Mith
COMPONENT OF NARRATIVE TEXT:
Title is the name of the story or what we want to tell.
2. ORIENTATION
Orientation is a set of setting person or character, place, time of story happens.
3. COMPLICATION
Complication is a set of problems or conflicts of the story.
Revolution is the way of the characters in the story to solve the problems happen.
Here are examples of narrative text :
A. FABLE
He sold the egg for a lot of money. Every morning the
goose laid another golden egg, and the farmer soon became rich by selling the
eggs.
As he grew rich, he also grew greedy. 6 “Why should I have
to wait to get only one egg a day?” he thought. “I will cut open the goose and
take all the eggs out of her at once.”
When the goose heard the farmer’s plan, she fl ew away to
a nearby farm. So when the farmer came out the next day, do you know what he
found in the goose’s nest? 8 Nothing.
Moral: Someone who wants more often loses all. When you
want something, be patient. If you are greedy, you might lose what you already
have.
The Legend of Lake Toba
Once upon a time, there was a man who was living in north Sumatra. He
lived in a simple hut in a farming field. He did some gardening and fishing for
his daily life.
One day, while the man was do fishing, he caught a big golden fish in
his trap. It was the biggest catch which he ever had in his life. Surprisingly,
this fish turned into a beautiful princess. He felt in love with her and
proposed her to be his wife. She said; "Yes, but you have to promise not
to tell anyone about the secret that I was once a fish, otherwise there will be
a huge disaster". The man made the deal and they got married, lived
happily and had a daughter.
Few years later, this daughter would help bringing lunch to her father
out in the fields. One day, his daughter was so hungry and she ate his father’s
lunch. Unfortunately, he found out and got furious, and shouted; “You damned
daughter of a fish”. The daughter ran home and asked her mother. The mother
started crying, felt sad that her husband had broken his promise.
Then she told her daughter to run up the hills because a huge disaster was about to come. When her daughter left, she prayed. Soon there was a big earthquake followed by non-stop pouring rain. The whole area got flooded and became Toba Lake. She turned into a fish again and the man became the island of Samosir.
C. A FOLK STORY
Why the sun and the moon live in the sky
Many years ago, the sun and water were great friends, and they both
lived on the earth togther. The sun very often used to visit the water, but the
water never returned the visits.
At last the sun asked the water why he never visited. The water replied that
the sun's house was not big enough, and that if he came with all his people, he
would drive the sun out of his home.
The water then said, "If you want me to visit you, you will have to build
a very large house. But I warn you that it will have to be very large, as my
people are numerous and take up a lot of room".
The sun promised to build a very large house, and soon afterwards, he returned
home to his wife, the moon, who greeted him with a broad smile.
The sun told the moon what he had promised the water, and the next day, they
began building a large house to entertain the water and all his people.
When it was completed, the sun asked the water to come and visit him.
When the water arrived, one of his people called out to the sun, and asked him
whether it would be safe for the water to enter, and the sun answered,
"Yes, tell my friend to come in."
The water began to flow in, followed by the fish and all the other water
animals.
Very soon, the water was knee-deep in the house, so he asked the sun if it was
still safe, and the sun again said, "Yes," so more of them came in.
When the water was at the level of a man's head, the water said to the sun,
"Do you want more of my people to come?"
Not knowing any better, the sun and the moon both said, "Yes,". More
and more of the water's people came in, until the sun and the moon had to sit
on top of the roof.
The water once again asked the sun if it was still okay to keep coming in. The
sun and moon answered yes, so more and more of the water's people came in.
The water soon overflowed the top of the roof, and the sun and the moon were
forced to go up into the sky. ...and they have been there ever since.
D. A FAIRY TALE
Cinderella used to spend long hours all alone talking to the cat. The cat said, “Miaow“, which really meant, “Cheer up! You have something neither of your stepsisters has and that is beauty.” It was quite true. Cinderella, even dressed in old rags, was a lovely girl. While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes, were still clumsy, lumpy and ugly and always would be.
One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was to be held at the palace and the stepsisters were getting ready to go. Cinderella didn't even dare ask if she could go too. She knew very well what the answer would be: “You? You're staying at home to wash the dishes, scrub the floors and turn down the beds for your stepsisters.” They will come home tired and very sleepy. Cinderella sighed, “Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!” and the cat murmured “Miaow.”
Suddenly something amazing happened. As Cinderella was sitting all alone, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared. “Don't be alarmed, Cinderella,” said the fairy. “I know you would love to go to the ball. And so you shall!” “How can I, dressed in rags?” Cinderella replied. “The servants will turn me away!”
The fairy smiled. With a flick of her magic wand Cinderella found herself wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. “Now for your coach,” said the fairy; "A real lady would never go to a ball on foot! Quick! Get me a pumpkin!” “Oh of course,” said Cinderella, rushing away. Then the fairy turned to the cat. “You, bring me seven mice, and, remember they must be alive!”
Cinderella soon returned with the pumpkin and the cat with seven mice he had caught in the cellar. With a flick of the magic wand the pumpkin turned into a sparkling coach and the mice became six white horses, while the seventh mouse turned into a coachman in a smart uniform and carrying a whip. Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes.
“You shall go to the ball Cinderella. But remember! You must leave at midnight. That is when my spell ends. Your coach will turn back into a pumpkin and the horses will become mice again. You will be dressed in rags and wearing clogs instead of these glass slippers! Do you understand?” Cinderella smiled and said, “Yes, I understand!”
Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball until she heard the first stroke of midnight! She remembered what the fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she slipped from the Prince’s arms and ran down the steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but not for a moment did she dream of stopping to pick it up! If the last stroke of midnight were to sound... oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and vanished into the night.
The Prince, who was now madly in love with her, picked up the slipper and said to his ministers, “Go and search everywhere for the girl whose foot this slipper fits. I will never be content until I find her!” So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of every girl in the land until only Cinderella was left.
“That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at the ball,” snapped the stepmother. “Tell the Prince he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can't you see how ugly Cinderella is?”
But, to everyone’s amazement, the shoe fitted perfectly.
Suddenly the fairy appeared and waved her magic wand. In a flash, Cinderella appeared in a splendid dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in amazement, and the ministers said, “Come with us Cinderella! The Prince is waiting for you.“
So Cinderella married the Prince and lived happily ever. As for the cat, he just said “Miaow!”
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