<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Myanmar Folklore on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/myanmar-folklore/</link><description>Recent content in Myanmar Folklore on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 21:46:31 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/tags/myanmar-folklore/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Boy and the Magic Brush</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-boy-and-the-magic-brush/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2001 01:37:42 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/the-boy-and-the-magic-brush/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A folktale from Myanmar, it will acquaint readers with a new word called &amp;lsquo;Nat&amp;rsquo;. Nats are spirits, good or bad, and they are believed to have supernatural powers. The Buddhists believe that everybody goes through the cycle of life, death and rebirth – all determined by the person&amp;rsquo;s &amp;lsquo;karma&amp;rsquo; or deeds. Being a Nat is just one of the cycle of lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nats need salvation as much as humans and so they help humans by being their guardian spirits. They guard the rivers, mountains, towns, villages, forests, lakes, seas and homes. In Myanmar, the Buddhists believe that the Buddha himself went through several lifetimes as a Nat before he finally became the Buddha.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Crocodile Named Rain Cloud</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/a-crocodile-named-rain-cloud/</link><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2001 07:17:42 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/a-crocodile-named-rain-cloud/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A folktale from Myanmar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time there was an old fisherman Ye Myint and his wife Aye Aye Se who&lt;br&gt;
lived by the river Irrawady. Every day they cast their net and caught fish, which they sold at the local market. The old man and his wife did not have any children.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day while fishing as usual, Ye Myint cast his net and waited for the catch. He was surprised to get only an egg. He recognised it as a crocodile egg.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>