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I.

Lesson/Topic: Everybody Has His Burden - An Indonesian Folktale


II. Objectives

At the end of the lesson, the students are expected to:

 recognize the meaning of the difficult words in the story.


 understand the story.
 relate experiences to the theme of the story.
 artistically summarize the story.
III. Materials
A. Materials
 Projector
 Laptop
 Whiteboard Marker
 Whiteboard
 Handouts
B. References

De Castro, D. L. (2014 March). Everybody has his burden. Retrieved December 21, 2015,
from https://prezi.com/qxm9bkzulg0t/everybody-has-his-burden/

Summary of indonesian folktale: Everybody has his burden. (2010 August). Retrieved
December 21, 2015, from http://raqzsedlim.blogspot.com/2010/08/summary-of-indonesian-
folktale.html

The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica. Indonesian Literatures. Retrieved December 21,


2015, from http://www.britannica.com/art/Indonesian-literatures

IV. Procedure/Lesson Proper


A. Daily Routine
 Greetings
 Prayer
 Classroom Management
 Recall
B. Pre-Reading

The teacher says before the new story begins, the students must first get a ticket to Indonesia.
To get a ticket, the teacher instructs the students to search for a difficult word and match this
to the meaning flashed in each slide. Students are randomly selected to search for these
words and help make the mango tree grow.

“ONE TICKET TO INDONESIA”


I O X B S U Y Q J P

T X C B B U H N N S

H Q R A X R L X U V

F R E T T E D L T O

L C M A D V K V E U

U G M K G Y M G P N

Y K L S F Q A X K W

E G E N Q O J T T D

F T J Q T E E M T O

X O T G J A H F B L

These words are:

WORD MEANING
Sullen depressed
Fretted worried
Sulky sluggish
Bataks an Indonesian ethnic group

After all the words are found correctly, the students win a ticket to Indonesia.
C. During Reading

The teacher introduces an Indonesian folktale to the students entitled “Everybody Has His
Burden”. The teacher selects a student from the class to read each passage of the story
displayed in each slide.

The teacher distributes handouts of the story to help guide the students throughout the
discussion.

Everybody Has His Burden - An Indonesian Folktale

“Everybody has his burden but the heaviest burden is for the small and low”.

Once there was a mango tree. It had many large branches which gave generous shade and
bore many luscious fruits. Everybody who saw the fine yield of fruit admired the tree and
wished they owned a tree like it.

One day, a complaining voice was heard right under the bottom of the tree. “Poor me.
What a burden I have to bear. I’ve got to carry such a load; the heavy trunk, all the huge
branches, all the leaves and fruit. So heavy is my load that I’m buried alive in the soil. Never
I am able to see the nice work of nature above earth. Never can I breathe fresh air or see the
moon or the sun. On contrary, people hurt me when they sometimes pull me out to plant me
somewhere else. Oh, I can’t describe how I suffer all the time. Only God knows my
sufferings. What a nice life the trunk has”.

When the trunk heard this sullen outburst, he answered:

“My Dear brother, don’t talk like that. Do you really think I have a nice life? You don’t
know how I have to bear the weight of those great branches and all that load of fruit on me.
I’m always frightened when there is a hard whirlwind shaking my body. The whirlwind turns
and twist my body so badly. You don’t know how it hurts. I am fortunate if I don’t break into
two. If I do, then everything is finished.”

“One thing I hate. Day after day, people who bring firewood to the market lean their
heavy bundles of wood to me. Torture my flesh when they strike their axes on my body. I
bleed them for hours. Besides this, even the people lean on me at the same time. No need to
tell you what my suffering is all that weight to support. Do you think they are thankful to
me? Not at all. They only notice the leaves above their heads who gave them shade. Of what
use are those leaves? They only have a nice life, dancing whenever there is the slightest
breeze.”

The grumbling of the trunk was heard by the leaves. They fretted to hear these words of
envy about themselves. So they said grumpily:

How sad we are to hear you both talking like that. How ungrateful you both you are. Isn’t
it we who protect you from the burning rays of the sun? And what about the raining season?
We always do our best to protect you from the harsh squalls that drench you. We protect you
from the strong whirlwind with will uproot you. How much we suffer during these severe
winds. We creak and rattle from their hand whippings and lacking. We are smacked down on
earth and flung here and there and everywhere. Those of us who will still have the strength to
hold onto a branch to avoid falling are solely scratched. Those of us who are scattered on the
earth are collected by the people. For a moment, we are glad to be together again but the
happiness does not last long. We realized this togetherness is until we are put to death by fire
and turned into ash. How can you say that we have a nice life! It’s the fruit who have a nice
life, hanging and swinging all day. It is the fruit that counts for everybody.”

The fruits were saddened to hear this talk. They said in a sulky voice:

“ My Dear brothers and sisters, how sad we are to hear your words. It is far from the truth
of what we actually feel and what we have to face every time. We are the most to be pitied.”

We always live in fear. We have to keep up our good name all the time, to be famous
throughout the world. If we are not sweet and delicious and pretty, people won’t buy us.
They will cut us all off and you will become firewood.

“Besides that, how about the children who had stones at us when we are doing our best to
take care ourselves and ripen into beauties that people will want to buy? And even when we
are ripe we have to suffer when we are eaten by people. We are not complaining, After all,
people like to grow us because we are delicious. And that means they respect us. The best of
us seeds selected and replanted. We have pride seeing our descendants: seeds of our seeds.”
“ Stop! Stop talking!” The root said harshly again.” No need to talk anymore. All of you
depend on me. If I don’t exist all of you will not be there. If I’m sick then there will no trunk,
no leaves, no fruit. I have to work hard to all of you, looking for the food you all need. Have
for no thought of me who has to do so much for all of us? Do you think only of your own
feelings?

So it must be among people too, say the Bataks. Think what others feel before you take a
step. The true balance of democracy is when the leaves, fruit, trunks and roots are all taken
into the picture.

The teacher asks the students these questions:

1. What was the story all about?


2. Who do you think first complained in the story?
3. Have you ever complained about your efforts in life to somebody?
4. If you were one of the characters who would you want be? Why?
5. Explain the theme of the story: “Everybody has his burden but the heaviest burden is
for the small and low”.
D. Post Reading

The teacher gives an activity after the discussion.

Individual Activity

Directions: In a one whole sheet of paper, think of all the parts in the story. Draw and put
them together as if you are going to tell another person about it.

V. Assignment

Print a copy of the poem “Africa” by David Diop.

Approved by:
Polytechnic University of the Philippines
Sta. Mesa, Manila Campus
College of Education

LESSON PLAN
Grade 8
(Everybody Has His Burden)

Prepared by:

Ellaine Kyle V. Rivera


BSED-EN 3-1D

Submitted to:
Dr. Cesar H. Garcia

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