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<h1 class="entry-title">क्या आप सबसे बड़े ज्ञानी है</h1><p>एक राजा अपने आपको सबसे बड़ा ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान मानता था। एक दिन वो ये जानने के लिए उत्सुक हुआ की क्या इस संसार में उससे भी अधिक ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान कोई दूसरा है या नहीं। यह सोचकर राजा ने अपने मंत्री को आदेश दिया की वह एक महीने में इस दुनिया के सबसे बुद्धिमान आदमी को ढूँढ कर दरबार में लाये।</p><p>राजा का आदेश पाकर मंत्री ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान व्यक्ति की खोज में निकल पड़ा। महीना खत्म होने को आ गया पर लेकिन उसे ऐसा कोई भी व्यक्ति नहीं मिला। मंत्री निराश होकर एक दिन घर पर बैठा था। तभी उसके बेटे ने उससे कहा – पिताजी आप परेशान न हो। महीना खत्म होने से पहले मैं आपको एक ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान व्यक्ति लाकर दे दूँगा।</p><p>महीना खत्म होने पर मंत्री के बेटे ने अपने पिता को एक व्यक्ति से मिलवाया और कहा – पिताजी ये ही इस संसार का सबसे बड़ा ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान व्यक्ति है। आप इसे दरबार में ले जाइये। मंत्री ने उस व्यक्ति की तरफ देखकर कहा – ये तो हमारा नौकर है। जो गायो की देखभाल करता है।</p> <p>ये बुद्धिमान कैसे हो सकता है। बेटे ने कहा – आप मेरी बात मानिये और इसे ले जाइये। समय खत्म हो चुका था। मंत्री के पास कोई दूसरा रास्ता नहीं था। वह उस नौकर को दरबार में ले गया। राजा दरबार में मंत्री का इंतजार कर रहा था। मंत्री ने उस नौकर को राजा के सामने पेश करते हुए कहा – महाराज ये व्यक्ति ही संसार का सबसे बड़ा ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान है।</p><p>राजा ने उस नौकर को देखकर। अपनी एक ऊँगली ऊपर उठाई। इसके जवाब में उस नौकर ने अपनी दो ऊँगली ऊपर उठा दी। इसके बाद राजा ने तीन ऊँगली ऊपर उठा दी। यह देखकर उस नौकर ने सर हिलाया और वहाँ से भागने लगा। राजा ये देखकर हँसने लगा और उसने मंत्री को एक बुद्धिमान और ज्ञानी व्यक्ति से मिलाने के लिए बहुत से उपहार दिये।</p><p>मंत्री की कुछ समझ में नहीं आ रहा था कि क्या हो रहा है। अंत में मंत्री ने राजा से पूछ ही लिया। राजा ने कहा – एक ऊँगली उठाकर मैंने उससे पूछा – क्या मैं सबसे बुद्धिमान हूँ। दो ऊँगली उठाकर उसने मुझे याद दिलाया की भगवान भी तो है। फिर मैंने तीसरी ऊँगली उठाकर पूछा – क्या कोई तीसरा भी है। उसने सर हिलाकर साफ मना कर दिया। मैं सोचता था की मैं अकेला ही बुद्धिमान हूँ। लेकिन इस व्यक्ति ने मुझे भगवान के अस्तित्व की याद दिलाई।</p><p>दरबार खत्म होने के बाद सब अपने अपने घर जाने लगे। मंत्री उस नौकर के पास गया और उससे पूछा – राजा उससे इशारों में क्या पूछ रहा था, और वो राजा को क्या जवाब दे रहा था। नौकर ने कहा – मालिक मेरे पास सिर्फ तीन गाय है। जब आप मुझे दरबार में ले गये। तब राजा ने मुझे एक ऊँगली दिखाई। मुझे लगा राजा मेरी एक गाय खरीदना चाहता है।</p> <p>मैंने सोचा राजा बहुत अमीर है इसलिए मैंने उन्हें दो गाय देने की सोची और दो ऊँगलियाँ उठा दी। इसके बाद उन्होंने तीन ऊँगलियाँ दिखाई। मुझे लगा की वे मेरी तीनो गाय खरीदना चाहते है। मैंने सोचा ये तो बड़ी नाइंसाफी है। इसलिए मैंने इंकार करके वहाँ से भाग जाना चाहा। ये सब सुनकर मंत्री जी हँसने लगे, और बोले तुम घबराओ मत। तुमसे तुम्हारी गाय कोई नहीं लेगा।</p><p><b>Moral- जो भी लोग ये सोचते है की वे सबसे बड़े ज्ञानी और बुद्धिमान है। असलियत में वे सबसे बड़े मुर्ख होते है। लोग उनके पीछे उनका मजाक बनाते है, और उन पर हँसते है।</b></p>

<h1 class="entry-title">सजा जरूर मिलेगी</h1><p>एक बार एक लालची कौवा एक घर के पास से गुजर रहा था। तभी उसकी नजर रसोई पर पड़ी। रसोई में मछली बनाई जा रही थी। यह देखकर कौवे के मुँह में पानी आ गया। उसने रसोईघर में घुसने की सोची। लेकिन उसकी समझ में नहीं आ रहा था। की कैसे घुसू। तभी उसकी नजर कबूतर के एक घोसले पर पड़ी। उसने सोचा की अगर मैं कबूतर से दोस्ती कर लू तो शायद मैं रसोईघर में घुस सकता हूँ।</p><p>कबूतर जब दाना चुगने के लिए रसोईघर से बाहर निकला। तो कौवा भी उसके पीछे पीछे चल दिया। कबूतर ने पीछे मुड़कर देखा और कौवे से पूछा – तुम मेरा पीछा क्यों कर रहे हो। कौवे ने कहा – तुम मुझे बहुत अच्छे लगते हो। मैं तुमसे दोस्ती करना चाहता हूँ। यह सुनकर कबूतर ने कहा – हम दोस्त कैसे बन सकते है। मैं बीज खाता हूँ, और तुम कीड़े खाते हो।</p> <p>कौवे ने चालाकी दिखाते हुए कहा – मेरे पास घर नहीं है। इसलिए हम साथ तो रह ही सकते है। रही बात भोजन की हम भोजन खोजने साथ साथ आयेगे। तुम अपना भोजन खोजना। मैं अपना भोजन खोजूँगा। कबूतर ने कहा – चलो ठीक है। अब घर चलते है। दोनों के दोनों घर पहुँच गये।</p><p>अगले दिन कबूतर ने कौवे को खाना खोजने के लिए साथ चलने को कहा। कौवे ने बोला – आज मेरी तबीयत खराब है। तुम ही चले जाओ। कबूतर अकेला ही चला गया। रसोईघर में आज फिर से मछली बनाई जा रही थी। खाना तैयार हो चुका था। कौवे के मुँह में मछली को देखकर पानी आ रहा था। जैसे ही घर का मालिक रसोईघर से बाहर निकला।</p><p>कौवे ने मछली को देखकर खाना शुरू कर दिया। मालिक जब वापस आया तो कौवे को मछली खाते देखकर। उसे बहुत गुस्सा आया। गुस्से में उसने कौवे को पकड़कर उसकी गर्दन मरोड़ दी। खाना खोजने के बाद कबूतर जब वापस आया तो उसने कौवे की हालत देखी। कौवे की ऐसी हालत देखते ही वह सब कुछ समझ गया।</p><p><b>Moral- बुरा काम करने वाले या फिर बुरी सोच रखने वाले लोगों के साथ हमेशा बुरा ही होता है। अगर आपने कुछ गलत किया है। तो आपको सजा जरूर मिलेगी। आज नहीं तो कल मिलेगी।</b></p>

<h1 style="text-align: center;">कभी तो सोच के देखो</h1><p style="text-align: center;">एक व्यक्ति का घर शहर से दूर एक छोटे से गाँव में था। उसके घर में किसी भी प्रकार की कोई कमी नहीं थी। लेकिन फिर भी वो खुश नहीं रहता था। उसे लगता था की शहर की जिंदगी अच्छी है। इसलिए एक दिन उसने गाँव के घर को बेचकर शहर में घर लेने का फैसला किया। अगले ही दिन उसने शहर से अपने दोस्तों को बुलाया। जो रियल स्टेट में काम करता था।</p><p style="text-align: center;">उसने अपने दोस्त से कहा – तुम मेरा ये गाँव का घर बिकवा दो, और मुझे शहर में एक अच्छा सा घर दिलवा दो। उसके दोस्त ने घर को देखा और कहा – तुम्हारा घर इतना सुन्दर है। तुम इसे क्यों बेचना चाहते हो। अगर तुम्हे पैसों की जरुरत है तो मैं तुम्हे कुछ पैसे से सकता हूँ। उस व्यक्ति ने कहा – नहीं नहीं मुझे पैसों की जरुरत नहीं है।</p><p style="text-align: center;">मैं इस घर को इसलिए बेचना चाहता हूँ। क्योकि ये घर गाँव से बहुत दूर है। यहां पर शहर की तरह पक्की सड़के भी नहीं है। यहाँ के रास्ते बहुत ही ऊबड़ खाबड़ है। यहाँ पर बहुत सारे पेड़ पौधे है। जब हवा चलती है तो पुरे घर में पत्ते फैल जाते है। ये गाँव पहाड़ो से घिरा हुआ है। अब तुम ही बताओ मैं शहर क्यों न जाऊ।</p><p style="text-align: center;">उसके दोस्त ने कहा – ठीक है। अगर तूने शहर जाने का सोच ही लिया है। तो में जल्दी ही तुम्हारे इस घर को बिकवा दूँगा। अगले ही दिन सुबह के समय वह व्यक्ति अखबार पढ़ रहा था। उसने अखबार में एक घर का विज्ञापन देखा। विज्ञापन में लिखा था।</p><p style="text-align: center;">शहर की भीड़ भाड़ से दूर, पहाड़ियों से घिरा हुआ, हरियाली से भरा हुआ, ताजी हवा युक्त एक सूंदर घर में बसाये अपने सपनो का घर। घर खरीदने के लिए निचे दिए गए नंबर पर संपर्क करे। उस व्यक्ति को विज्ञापन देखते ही घर पसंद आ गया। उसने उस घर को खरीदने का मन बनाया।</p><p style="text-align: center;">उसने जब उस नंबर पर फोन किया तो वो हैरान रह गया। क्योकि ये विज्ञापन उसी के घर का था। यह जानकार वह ख़ुशी से झूम उठा। उसने अपने दोस्त को फोन लगाया और कहा – मैं तो पहले से ही अपने पसंद के घर में रह रहा हूँ। इसलिए तुम मेरा घर किसी को मत बेचना। में यही रहुँगा।</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Moral - कुछ भी करने से पहले एक बार अपनी जिंदगी को दूसरों की नजरों से जरूर देखना। अगर आपने कभी भी अपनी जिंदगी को दूसरों की नजरों से देखा तो आप पाएंगे की आपकी जिंदगी दूसरों से बहुत ही अच्छी है।</b></p>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Bear and Two Friends</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Two best friends were walking a lonely and dangerous path through a jungle. As the sun began to set, they grew afraid&nbsp;but held&nbsp;on to each other. Suddenly, they saw a bear in their path. One of the boys ran to the nearest tree and climbed it within a jiffy. The other boy did not know how to climb trees by himself so he lay on the ground pretending to be dead. The bear approached the boy on the ground and sniffed around his head. Thinking that the boy was dead, the bear went on its way. The boy&nbsp;on&nbsp;the tree climbed down and asked his friend what had the bear whispered in his ear. He replied, ‘Do not trust friends who do not care for you.’</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>A friend in need is a friend indeed.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Wet Pants</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Ajay was a small boy who loved his school and his schoolmates. One day, as he sat at his desk, he suddenly felt&nbsp;damp&nbsp;and realized he had wet his pants! Mortified, Ajay did not know what to do or say as he knew everyone in class would make fun of him for wetting his pants. He sat at his desk praying for any kind of help. Diksha was carrying water in a jug to water the class plants. As she approached Ajay’s desk, she suddenly tripped and dumped the whole contents of the jug onto his lap. Everyone rushed to help Ajay. The teacher reprimanded Diksha and gave Ajay a spare set of shorts. At the end of the day, Ajay met Diksha&nbsp;on&nbsp;the bus. He asked, ‘You did that on purpose didn’t you?’ Diksha replied, ‘I’ve wet my pants before too.’</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>Help others in need.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Fox and The Grapes</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>A fox was once very hungry and went in search of some food. He searched everywhere, but he couldn’t find anything that he could eat. Finally, with his stomach rumbling, he came upon a farmer’s wall. On top of the wall were the biggest, juiciest grapes the fox had ever seen. The rich purple color told the fox that they were ready to be eaten. The fox jumped high in the air to catch the grapes in his mouth, but he missed. He tried&nbsp;again and missed again. He tried a few more&nbsp;times but missed each time. Finally, the fox decided to go home all the while muttering, ‘I’m sure the grapes were sour anyway’.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>It’s easy to hate what you can’t have.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">A Glass of Milk</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>As Hari walked home after school one day, he suddenly felt faint with hunger and knew his mother would not have any food ready for him at home. He grew desperate and went from house to house asking for food.&nbsp;Finally, a girl gave him a tall glass of milk. When he tried to pay her she refused and sent him on his way. Years later, the girl, now a grown woman, fell very sick and could not find anyone who could cure her.&nbsp;Finally, she went to a large hospital with the city’s greatest doctor. The doctor spent months treating the woman until she was finally cured. The woman was happy but was also afraid she could not pay the bill. When the hospital handed the bill to her, she opened it to read, ‘Paid in full, with a glass of milk’.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>A good deed never goes unrewarded.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Bundle of Sticks</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Three neighbors were having trouble with their crops. All three fields had crops that were wilting and infested with pests. Each day they would try different ideas to help their crops. The first one tried using a scarecrow, the second used pesticides, and the third built a fence on his field, all to no avail. One day, the village head came by and called all three farmers. He gave them each a stick and asked them to break the sticks. The farmers could break them easily. He then gave them a bundle of three sticks and asked them to break it. This time, the farmers struggled to break the sticks. The village head said, ‘Together you are stronger than when you work alone’. The farmers pooled their resources and got rid of the pests in their fields.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>There is strength in unity.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Crystal Ball</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Nasir found a crystal ball behind a banyan tree in his garden. When the tree old him it would grant him a wish, he thought and thought but could not think of anything he wanted. So he kept the crystal ball in his bag and waited to decide on his wish. Days went by without him making a wish but his best friend saw him looking at the crystal ball. He stole it from Nasir and showed it to everyone in the village. They all asked for palaces and gold but could not ask for more than one wish. In the end, everyone was angry because no one could have everything. They became very unhappy and decided to ask Nasir for help. Nasir wished that everything would become as it once was before the villagers had tried to satisfy their greed. The palaces and gold vanished and the villagers grew happy and content once again.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>Money and wealth do not bring happiness.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Tale of The Pencil</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. His grandmother sat with him and gave him a pencil. A puzzled Raj looked at his grandma and said he didn’t deserve a pencil after his performance in the test. His grandma explained, ‘You can learn a great many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to’. Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>We all have the strength to be who we wish to be.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Proud Rose</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Once upon a time there was a rose who was very proud of her beautiful looks. Her only disappointment was that she &nbsp;grew next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus on his looks while the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to make the rose see sense, but she was too swayed by her own good looks.</p> <p>One summer, the well present in the garden&nbsp;grew&nbsp;dry and there was no water for the plants. The rose began to wilt. She saw a sparrow dip her beak into the cactus for some water. Though ashamed, she asked the cactus if she too could have some water. The kind cactus readily agreed and they both got through the tough summer as friends.</p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">When Adversity Knocks</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>This is a story explaining how adversity is met differently by different people. Asha’s father placed an egg, a potato, and some tea leaves in three separate vessels with boiling water. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for ten minutes. Once these ten minutes were over , he asked Asha to peel the potato, peel the egg and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled.</p> <p>Her father explained , ‘Each of these items&nbsp;was&nbsp;but in the same circumstance of being in a pot of boiling water. See how they’ve responded differently. The potato is now soft, the egg is now hard, and the tea has changed the water itself. We are all like these items. When adversity calls we respond in exactly the way they have.&nbsp;Now&nbsp;are you a potato, an egg or are&nbsp;you&nbsp;tea leaves?’</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral Of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Milkmaid and Her Pail</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Patty the milkmaid had just finished milking her cow and had two full pails of fresh creamy milk. She put both pails on a stick and set off to the market to sell her pails of milk. Along the way she started to think of all the milk in her pails and all the money she would get for them.</p> <p>‘Once I get the money, I’ll buy a chicken’, she thought. ‘The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They’ll all lay eggs and I can sell them for more money. Then I’ll buy the house on the hill and be the envy of everyone in the village. They’ll ask me to sell the chicken farm, but I’ll toss my head like this and refuse’. So saying, Patty, the milkmaid tossed her head and dropped her pails. The milk&nbsp;spilled&nbsp;onto the ground while Patty cried.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>Do not count your chickens before they hatch.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Golden Touch</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>This is the story of a very greedy rich man who chanced upon meeting a fairy. The fairy’s hair was caught in a few tree branches. Realising he had an opportunity to make even more money, he asked for a wish in return for helping the fairy. He said, ’All that I touch should turn to gold’, and his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.</p> <p>The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his new&nbsp;boon, all the while touching stones and pebbles and converting them into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He realized his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>Greediness will always lead to a downfall.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Boy Who&nbsp;Cried&nbsp;Wolf</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>There was once a boy whose father one day told him that he is old enough to look after the sheep. Every day he had to take the sheep over the grass fields and watch them as they grazed to become strong sheep with thick wool. The boy was unhappy though. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep. So, he decided to have some fun instead. He cried ‘Wolf! Wolf!’ until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. Once they saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy was wasting their time and giving them a good fright while at it. The next day, the boy again cried ‘Wolf! Wolf!’ and the villagers again rushed to chase the wolf away.</p> <p>As the boy laughed at the fright he had caused, the villagers left, some&nbsp;angrier&nbsp;than the others. The third day, as the boy went up a small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, ‘Wolf! Wolf! WOLF!’, but the villagers thought he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue the sheep. The little boy lost three sheep that day, all because he cried wolf too many times.</p> <h4><span style="text-decoration: underline">Moral of The Story</span></h4><b> </b><p><b>Do not make stories up for attention, for no one will help you when you actually need it.</b></p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Counting Wisely</span></h3><h3><br></h3><p>Akbar once put a question to his court that left everyone puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked and asked what the matter was. And so they told him the question.</p> <p>‘How many crows are there in the city?’</p> <p>Birbal immediately smiled, went up to Akbar and announced that the answer to his questions was twenty-one thousand five hundred and&nbsp;twenty-three. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, ‘Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the crows’ relatives from outside the city are visiting them. If there are fewer, then the crows are visiting their relatives outside the city.’ Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.</p><h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h3>

<h3><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Needle Tree</span></h3><p>There were once two brothers who lived on the edge of a forest. The elder brother was very mean to his younger brother and ate up all the food and took all his good clothes. One day, the elder brother went into the forest to find some firewood to sell in the market. As he went around chopping the branches of a tree&nbsp;after tree, he came upon a magical tree. The tree said to him, ‘Oh kind sir, please do not cut my branches. If you spare me, I will give you my golden apples’. The elder brother agreed but was disappointed with the number apples the tree gave him. Greed overcame him, and he threatened to cut the entire trunk if the tree didn’t give him more apples. The magical tree instead showered upon the elder brother hundreds upon hundreds of tiny needles. The elder brother lay on the ground crying in pain as the sun began to lower down the horizon.</p> <p>The younger brother grew&nbsp;worried and went in search of his elder brother. He found him with hundreds of needles on his skin. He rushed to his brother and removed each needle with painstaking love. After he finished, the elder brother apologised for treating him badly and promised to be better. The tree saw the change in the elder brother’s heart and gave them all the golden apples they could ever need.</p>

<p><br></p><h3 style="background-color:transparent;font-size:18px;font-weight:bold;line-height:23px;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/h3;pagepos:92;cwidth:500px;cheight:23px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:78px;wocalc:78px;hcalc:115;rend_px_area:11500;rcnt:1;ez_min_text_wdth:70;req_px_area:10764;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:23px;req_margin_and_padding:22;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:22;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:8px 0px 14px 0px;margin:8px 0px 14px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;">The Judge Monkey</h3><p><span style="background-color:transparent;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/span[1];pagepos:96;span_added_for_text:yes;cwidth:36;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:36px;wocalc:36px;hcalc:112;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:38;req_px_area:3456;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;"></span></p><p><span style="background-color:transparent;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/span[1];pagepos:96;span_added_for_text:yes;cwidth:36;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:36px;wocalc:36px;hcalc:112;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:38;req_px_area:3456;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;">This Short Story </span><b style="background-color:transparent;font-weight:bold;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/b;pagepos:97;cwidth:56;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:56px;wocalc:56px;hcalc:48;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:51;req_px_area:3136;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;"> The Judge Monkey </b><span style="background-color:transparent;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/span[2];pagepos:98;span_added_for_text:yes;cwidth:70;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:70px;wocalc:70px;hcalc:3776;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:84;req_px_area:299600;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;"> is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story. <br> <br> Once upon a time, two cats were passing through a street. Suddenly they spotted a loaf of bread lying beneath a tree. Both pounced upon it and caught the loaf at the same time. “It is mine. I saw it first," claimed one cat. While the other said, “I pounced upon it first and so it belongs to me." After having fought for a while, one cat said, “Let us divide it into two and take one piece each." “Indeed, a good idea," said the other cat. “But how do we divide it now?" <br><br> A monkey sitting on the branch of the tree had watched all that happened between the two cats. “That loaf of bread looks good. I could do with it myself," he thought. Slowly he came down from the tree and walked up to the confused cats. <br><br> “Yes, my dear friends! Can I help you?" asked the monkey. The cats told the monkey what the problem was and said, “Why do not you be the judge between us?" When the monkey nodded, the cats said, “Please divide this loaf for us." <br><br> The clever monkey smilingly broke the bread into two pieces. But one piece was a little bigger that the other. “OH no! I will take a little bite of this bigger piece to make both equal," said the monkey, slyly. He took a bite from the bigger piece. But, he had taken a big bite. “Uh oh! Now it has become smaller than the other piece. I will just have to take a little bite from this piece now," said the clever monkey. <br><br> The Judge Monkey took another bite. The two cats sat in front of the monkey, seeing the loaf of bread they had found getting smaller and smaller. When the whole loaf was eaten by the monkey, the monkey said, “I am sorry. I was really difficult to divide that loaf. I must be going now." And the monkey jumped onto the tree and was gone. “If only we had not quarreled among ourselves, we would have remained united and we need not have to go to the monkey and to become hungry now," said the two cats. </span></p>

<p><br></p><h3 style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px; margin: 8px 0px 14px;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Foolish Imitation</span></h3><p><span style="background-color:transparent;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/span[1];pagepos:96;span_added_for_text:yes;cwidth:36;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:36px;wocalc:36px;hcalc:112;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:38;req_px_area:3456;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;"> </span></p><p><span style="background-color:transparent;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/span[1];pagepos:96;span_added_for_text:yes;cwidth:36;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:36px;wocalc:36px;hcalc:112;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:38;req_px_area:3456;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;">This Short Story </span><b style="background-color:transparent;font-weight:bold;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/b;pagepos:97;cwidth:67;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:67px;wocalc:67px;hcalc:32;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:76;req_px_area:3216;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;">Foolish Imitation</b><span style="background-color:transparent;nodepath:/html/body/table/tr[2]/td[2]/div/p[2]/span[2];pagepos:98;span_added_for_text:yes;cwidth:79;cheight:0px;wcalc_source:child;wcalc:79px;wocalc:79px;hcalc:3056;rend_px_area:0;rcnt:3;ez_min_text_wdth:84;req_px_area:257856;obj_px_area:0;req_px_height:16px;req_margin_and_padding:0;req_ns_height:;vertical_margin:0;parent-line-height:16px;margin-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;padding-for-scale:0px 0px 0px 0px;"> is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story. <br> <br> Long ago, a hawk lived on the top of a hill. At the foot of the hill there was a banyan tree on which a crow used to perch everyday. The crow was very foolish. He would imitate everyone. <br> <br> The hawk atop the hill would fly down everyday in search of food. The crow watched the hawk circling in the air for long hours and swooping down when he saw his prey. The hawk gifted with eyes that could see long distances would spot his prey from the hill top and then fly down to pounce upon the prey. <br> <br> The crow watched the hawk thinking, “Hunh! If the hawk can do that, I too can. What does he think? One day, I will show the hawk that I can do the same thing." <br> <br> A few days later, as the hawk was circling in the air, the crow decided to do the same. Suddenly a baby rabbit came out of the bushes. The hawk saw it and the crow too saw the rabbit. <br> <br> Before the crow could move, the hawk swooped down, caught hold of the rabbit in his strong sharp talons and flew away. “Swoosh!" was all the crow heard as the hawk disappeared in the sky with his prey. “Hmmph! That is no great skill," thought the crow, angrily. <br> <br> Next moment he spotted a big fat mouse coming out of a hole. Without wasting time, the crow swooped down. Like the hawk he tried to catch the mouse in his claws. <br> <br> But the mouse saw the crow and moved away, the crow crashed against the hill. “Eeeaaa!" cried the crow in pain. <br> <br> Just then the hawk came flying down. “I hope, now you know it is not easy to hunt and it is not easy to imitate, either," said the hawk and flew away. <br> <br> There after, the crow never imitated any one in its life. It lived happily with the god-given abilities.</span></p>

<h2 class="TxtCntr"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">A CITY RAT AND A VILLAGE RAT</span></h2><p>Once there were two rats who were good friends. One of them lived in a city and the other lived in a village. Both of them exchanged news of their well being through other <img src="http://www.kidsgen.com/stories/bedtime_stories/images/city-rat-and-village-rat.jpg" alt="The city rat and the village rat" class="ImgLft img-responsive">rats who travelled between the two places.</p> <p>Once the city rat wished to meet his village friend. He sent the message through some rats of the village. The village friend was very excited about his friends visit. He made preparations to welcome him. To receive his friend, he went to the border of the village wearing a traditional dress like dhoti, kurta and cap, with a garland in his hand. However, his city friend was wearing a suit, boots and a neck tie. They hugged each other and exchanged greeting. </p> <p>The village rat welcomed him and said, "We have fresh and unpolluted air here. The atmosphere in the city is impure."</p> <p>They gossiped a lot and exchanged their views on different topics. Then, they sat down to eat. The village rat served him fruits and boiled wheat grains.</p> <p>After having food, they went for a stroll outside the village. The fields looked green and the natural beauty of the jungle had its own attraction. The village rat said, "Does the city have such beautiful scenes?" The city rat said nothing but invited the village rat to come to the city at least once to see the comfortable life of the city.</p> <p>The village rat said he would certainly come to the city one day. The city rat said, "Why don’t you accompany me now?" The village rat replied, "All right, I will consider your proposal."</p> <p>When the night fell, they came back and slept on the soft grass. Next day, for breakfast the village rat served his friend fresh fruits and cereals. The city rat was irritated and said to the village rat, "Let us go to the city right now. Give me a chance to serve you."</p> <p>The village rat accepted the proposal and got ready for the journey to the city. The city rat lived in a big house. At night the village rat was surprised to see, the dining table full of different types of dishes. The village rat has not seen such a variety of food before. The city rat asked the village rat to enjoy the meal. Then he started eating. The village rat had a liking for the paneer and finished the piece quickly. At this moment, they heard the voice of a cat. The city rat said, "Quickly hide yourself below the almirah, otherwise the cat will eat us." Both rushed to the almirah and hid themselves under it. After some time, when the cat went away, both came out. The village rat was still trembling. The city rat again started eating the dishes and advised his friend too, "Do not be afraid. It is a part of the city life." The village rat gathered courage and went to the dining table again. This time he quickly finished the cake of his choice. At this juncture, a boy came there with a dog. The village rat being afraid of the dog asked his friend, "Who is this fellow?" The city rat said, "He is Jimmi, the son of the master of this house and the dog is his pet. Be quick and hide yourself there." After their departure, both the rats came out. The village rat was very afraid. He said, "Friend, I think I should go back now. I am thankful to you for the tasty dishes, but there are to many dangers. Thanks again." And he started for the village. On reaching, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Oh! Life is precious and above all wisdom." </p>

<h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The injured carries the healthy one</span></h1><h1><br></h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> The fox was walking on the road. Suddenly, he saw an old man driving a sleigh full of fish. The fox felt like eating fish. He run ahead and sprawled on the road like dead. The old man went to see him but the fox didn't even twitch. He poked him with his whip, but the fox didn't twitch. "It will be a beautiful collar for my wife's fur coat." - He thought. </p> <p> He took the fox, put it on the sleigh and sat in front. </p> <p> The fox was waiting exactly this. He looked around and quietly started throwing the fish out of the sleigh. Fish by fish, he threw all of it out and ran away. Then he collected it from the road, got home and started eating. </p> <p> Then the wolf came, knocked on the door and got in. </p> <p> - Give me a piece of fish, fox! - He begged. </p> <p> The fox tore off one fish head and threw it to him. </p> <p> - Oh, it's tasty, fox! Give me more. </p> <p> - Look at him, such a sponger! Catch some fish by yourself and you will eat. </p> <p> - But I can't! </p> <p> - Look at him! How did I catch fish for myself? Go on the river, put your tail in the hole, stand still and repeat: "Take the bait big fish, take the bait small fish!" And the fish will cluster around your tail. </p> <p> The wolf darted towards the river, put his tail in the hole and started repeating: </p><div style="text-align: center; width: 100%; height: auto; clear: none;" class="google-auto-placed ap_container"><ins style="display: block; margin: auto; background-color: transparent;" data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-4140491726850221" data-adsbygoogle-status="done"><ins id="aswift_3_expand" style="display: inline-table; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent;"><ins id="aswift_3_anchor" style="display: block; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0;"></ins></ins></ins></div> <p> - Take the bait big fish, take the bait small fish! </p> <p> The fox came there too, and started circling around him and saying: </p> <p> - Freeze, freeze, tail! Freeze, freeze, tail! </p> <p> - What are you saying, Fox? </p> <p> - I'm helping you, wolf, I am draw the fish to your tail! </p> <p> And it was growing colder and colder. The wolf's tail froze completely. Then the fox shouted: </p> <p> - Pull it now, wolf! </p> <p> The wolf pulled his tail, but he couldn't pull it out. "Gosh, how much fish I caught, I can't pull my tail out!" - He thought. </p> <p> He spent the whole night on the river, he shivered with cold, froze, pulled, and hauled, but he couldn't pull out his tail. </p> <p> At dawn women from the village came to fill up some water. They saw the wolf and started hitting him with yokes and buckets – they hit with whatever they took. The wolf pulled to and fro until he tore his tail off and ran away. </p> <p> Meanwhile the fox ate all fish and wanted to eat something more. He got in a house where the owner was making bread. He ate a little bread and then he put his head in the kneading trough. The dough stuck to his eyes and ears. Before being seen by the owner, he got out of the house and ran straight to the forest. While running to the forest he met the wolf. </p> <p> - Oh, dear wolf! – The fox started whining. – They only tore out your tail, but I am much more injured - they broke my head. Look, my brain leaked. I'm barely walking! </p> <p> - Get on my back, fox! I will take you where you are going! </p> <p> The fox got on the wolf's back. They set off and the fox started repeating quietly: </p> <p> - The injured carries the healthy one! The injured carries the healthy one! </p> <p> - What are you saying, fox? – The wolf asked. </p> <p> - I'm talking to myself, wolf, so my headache could go away! </p> <p> They arrived to the fox's hole; he jumped, got in, barred the door quickly and started making fun of the wolf: </p> <p> - Ha-ha-ha! The injured carries the healthy one! Wolf, wolf, you are neither intelligent, nor sensible! </p> </div><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h1>

<h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Little Red Riding Hood</span></h1><h1><br></h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. She always wore a red velvet cloak - a gift from her favourite grandmother. That's why everyone called her the Little Red Riding Hood. In a beautiful sunny morning her mother sent her to bring a basket full of food to her grandmother, who was ill, but lived alone on the other side of the forest. As had been told by her mother, the girl walked down and kept to the main path. Suddenly a wolf appeared from behind a tree. Little Red Riding Hood didn't know that he was fierce beast and she wasn't afraid. They walked together and the girl told sincerely where she was going. The bad wolf suggested that she should pick a bunch of flowers for her grandmother. While the little girl was stopping here and there to pick some beautiful flowers, she got deeper and deeper into the forest and the wolf took to his heels. As he took a shortcut, he got fast to the grandmother's house and knocked on the door. </p> <p> - Who is it? - The old woman asked. </p> <p> - It's me, grandma, Little Red Riding Hood - the wolf answered in a soft voice. </p> <p> - Lift the latch and get in! - Called out the grandmother - I am too weak to get up. </p> <p> The wolf lifted the latch, pounced on the ill old woman and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes as well as her cap, lay in her bed and waited for the Little Red Riding Hood. Shortly after that the little girl arrived. She was very surprised by the strange look of her grandmother and said: </p> <p> - Grandma, what big ears you have! </p> <p> - So I can hear you better, my child. </p> <p> - Grandma, what big eyes you have! </p> <p> - So I can see you better. </p> <p> - Grandma, what a big mouth you have! - The little girl exclaimed even more surprised. </p> <p> - So I can eat you - the wolf growled and pounced on the Little Red Riding Hood. </p> <p> When he devoured her too, overate, the beast fell asleep and began to snore very loud. Hunters were just passing nearby the house, when they heard the snoring and peered into the house. They saw the wolf and when they were about to shoot him, they saw that his tummy was wiggling. They took scissors and cut open the belly of the wolf. The Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother came out alive out of his belly. Everyone celebrated their happy salvation. </p> <p> Charles Perrault </p> </div><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h1>

<h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Sly Fox</span></h1><h1><br></h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> The Fox was walking on the road and found a stick. He picked it up and went on. He reached a village and knocked on someone's door: </p> <p> - Knock - knock-knock! </p> <p> - Who is it? - someone asked. </p> <p> - It's me - the Sly Fox. Let me spend the night at your house. </p> <p> - There isn't enough space. There isn't enough space for us anyway! </p> <p> - I won't cause you inconvenience. I will lie down on the plank-bed, my tail will be under the plank-bed, and my stick will be under the stove. </p> <p> They pitied him and let him in. </p> <p> The Fox lay down on the plank-bed, his tail - under the plank-bed, and his stick - under the stove. During the night, the Sly Fox got up and burnt his stick, and in the morning he started yelling. </p> <p> - Where is my stick? I want my stick back! I won't leave without it. Only a hen can replace my stick. </p> <p> The owner was startled. He thought and thought, and after all what to do - he gave him a hen. The Fox took the hen and while walking on the road sang: </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> The Fox was walking on the road, </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> and found a stick </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> and in exchange of it </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> the Sly Fox got a hen. </p> <p> The Fox walked all day and in the evening he reached another village. </p> <p> - Knock - knock - knock! </p> <p> - Who is it? </p> <p> - It's me - The Sly Fox. Let me spend the night at your house. </p> <p> - There isn't enough space, Sly Fox. There isn't enough, even for us! </p><div style="text-align: center; width: 100%; height: auto; clear: none;" class="google-auto-placed ap_container"><ins style="display: block; margin: auto; background-color: transparent;" data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-4140491726850221" data-adsbygoogle-status="done"><ins id="aswift_3_expand" style="display: inline-table; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent;"><ins id="aswift_3_anchor" style="display: block; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0;"></ins></ins></ins></div> <p> - I won't cause you inconvenience. I will lie down on the plank-bed, my tail will be under it, and the hen will be under the stove. </p> <p> They let him in. During the night the Fox got up again, plucked the hen and ate it. And in the morning he started whining: </p> <p> - Where is my hen? I want my hen back! If not - give me a duck in exchange. </p> <p> The owner didn't have any other choice and gave him a duck. And the Sly Fox took the duck, left and started singing cheerfully: </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> The fox was walking on the road </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> and found a stick, </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> and for the stick, he took </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> a hen, and for the hen </p> <p class="gbv-speach"> he got a fat duck. </p> <p> At dusk the Fox reached a third village. </p> <p> - Knock - knock - knock! </p> <p> - Who is it? </p> <p> - It's me - the Sly Fox. Let me spend the night at your house. </p> <p> - No! We don't have enough space anyway! </p> <p> - I won't cause you inconvenience! I will lie down on the plank-bed, my tail - under the plank-bed, and the duck - under the stove. </p> <p> They let him in. He lay down on the plank-bed, his tail - under it, the duck - under the stove. He hardly waited them to fall asleep, jumped and grabbed the duck and ate it. </p><div style="text-align: center; width: 100%; height: auto; clear: none;" class="google-auto-placed ap_container"><ins style="display: block; margin: auto; background-color: transparent;" data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-4140491726850221" data-adsbygoogle-status="done"><ins id="aswift_4_expand" style="display: inline-table; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent;"><ins id="aswift_4_anchor" style="display: block; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0;"></ins></ins></ins></div> <p> In the morning, when everyone got up, the Fox started yelling: </p> <p> - Where is my duck? Give me your daughter in exchange for it! </p> <p> - We would give her up, Fox, but how are you going to carry her? </p> <p> - Put her in the bag! </p> <p> But how the owner is going to give his girl! Instead of putting the girl in the bag, he put the big dog and gave the bag to the Fox. The Sly Fox set off and ordered: </p> <p> - Come on girl, sing me a song! </p> <p> And the dog growled. The Fox frightened threw the bag and started running. </p> <p> The big dog jumped out and darted after him. The dog chases the Fox, the Fox runs, the dog chases, and the Fox runs, and finally he hid in his hole under one stump. He took a deep breath and started whining: </p> <p> - Oh, I was full of fear! </p> <p> And then he started asking: </p> <p> - My ears, my ears, what did you do while the dog was chasing me? </p> <p> - We were listening, Fox! </p> <p> - And what about you, my dear legs, what did you do? </p> <p> - We were running to save you, Fox! </p> <p> - And what about you, my eyes? </p> <p> - We watched! </p> <p> - And you, my tail? </p> <p> - And I was hampering you. </p> <p> - Indeed? Then I will give you to the dog to eat you! </p> <p> And the Sly Fox showed her tail out of the hole and shouted: </p> <p> - Here dog, eat it! </p> <p> The dog waited exactly that. He grabbed the tail and started pulling it. The Fox pulled in, the dog pulled out, the Fox - in, the dog - out. </p> <p> The dog pulled and pulled, and pulled the Sly Fox out and made him mincemeat! </p> <p> Bulgarian Folk Tale </p> </div><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h1>

<h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The cuckoo and the nightingale</span></h1><h1><br></h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> A nightingale sang beautifully in the forest. All animals and birds listened to him in rapture. Even the leaves of the trees didn't tremble lest disturb the singer. </p> <p> Only the cuckoo didn't listen to the singer. She perched closer to the nightingale and asked: </p> <p> - Dear nightingale, for whom do you sing? </p> <p> - I sing for everyone who loves beautiful songs - the nightingale said cheerfully. </p> <p> - And what do they give you in return? </p> <p> - I don't want them to give me anything. I am happy that they listen to me with care. </p> <p> The cuckoo mocked: </p> <p> - You are a silly nightingale. You stretch your throat and waste your energy for others. And I sing only for myself: "Kuku, kuku..." </p> <p> - But nobody listens to your song. </p> <p> - But I do like my song, don't I? </p> <p> - You think only about yourself. You don't even want to raise your children, and you leave them in other birds' nests. That's the reason you are lonely. No one asks for you, no one loves you. But everyone loves me. This is my biggest reward. </p> <p> And the nightingale started singing again. The whole forest became silent and enchanted with his magical warbles. </p> <p> But the cuckoo started flapping noisily her wings enviously on purpose, because no one listens to her song: </p> <p> - Kuku! Kuku! </p> <p> Bulgarian folk tale </p> </div><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h1>

<h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The old horse</span></h1><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><br></span></h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> A villager had an old horse. The horse served too long time to its owner, but he was exhausted by the work and he couldn't work anymore. His crest was tangled up, his hoofs were worn out, and he barely walked. </p> <p> The owner pitied his loyal horse, he combed the horse's crest out, he brushed his tail, and he put him iron horseshoes and let him feed on the meadow. </p> <p> The horse fed for one-two weeks, he recovered and even started jumping. </p> <p> A lion came on the meadow. He saw the horse and started wondering what kind of beast is he? </p> <p> - Who are you? - The lion asked - Because I am a lion. The king of all beasts. I will eat you! </p> <p> - In order to eat me you need strength - the horse said. </p> <p> The lion clapped with his tail and roared: </p> <p> - I am the most powerful beast! </p> <p> - Oh-ho-ho! The horse neighed - we will see. Let's compete to see who is stronger! </p> <p> - And how are we going to compete? - The lion asked. </p> <p> - Do you see that big rock over there? </p> <p> - Yes, I do - the lion said. </p> <p> - The one who hit the rock in a way that sparks come out of it, he will be the stronger one. </p> <p> - Okay! – The lion agreed. </p> <p> The lion came closer to the rock and started hitting it with his paw. He hit and hit and hurt his legs but not a spark came out. </p> <p> - Ha-ha-ha! - The horse laughed. - You are weak, brother, you are very weak. And you consider yourself a king. Look at me how I will hit the rock now. </p><div style="text-align: center; width: 100%; height: auto; clear: none;" class="google-auto-placed ap_container"><ins style="display: block; margin: auto; background-color: transparent;" data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-4140491726850221" data-adsbygoogle-status="done"><ins id="aswift_3_expand" style="display: inline-table; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent;"><ins id="aswift_3_anchor" style="display: block; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0;"></ins></ins></ins></div> <p> The horse turned backwards to the rock, lifted his leg and hit the rock with his horseshoe. Millions of sparks came out. </p> <p> "Oh! What now? – The lion was frightened. </p> <p> - You shouldn't joke with such a beast!" He said nothing, ran away and hid in the forest. </p> <p> In the forest he met two wolves. </p> <p> - Good afternoon, dear king! – The wolves bowed down. Where have you been? What has happened? </p> <p> - I was on the green meadow – the lion said – I saw there the most powerful beast. </p> <p> - And who is he? – The wolves gasped. </p> <p> - The horse! Have you ever seen a horse? </p> <p> - Ha! Ha-ha! – The one wolf laughed. Not only have I seen horses, but I also have eaten a lot of them. </p> <p> - What are you saying? – The lion was shocked. - It's impossible! </p> <p> - Let's go there, dear king, and you will see how I am going to deal with him. </p> <p> And the lion and the wolf went there. </p> <p> - Let's see this horse! – The wolf stiffened. </p> <p> - It's over there, behind the bushes. </p> <p> - I cannot see! – The wolf said. </p> <p> The lion grabbed the wolf with his front paws and lifted him up in order to see. </p> <p> - Do you see now? </p> <p> The wolf didn't answer. He was silent, as if he has lost his tongue. </p> <p> The lion dropped the wolf and he was pop-eyed – the king of all animals had strangled him with his paws. </p> <p> - Oh, dear wolf! You just looked from afar and passed out. But you were so confident. What would have happened if we had gone closer to the beast? He would have eaten and me, and you. </p> <p> And the lion was so afraid of the horse, so he ran away forever somewhere far away. And since then he doesn't live here. </p> </div><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"></span></h1>

<h1>How many donkeys?</h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> Two villagers lived in a small village. The one was rich, the other one poor. The rich villager had a lot of property and livestock, the poor villager didn't have anything. </p> <p> One day, the rich villager drove 5 donkeys to the market to sell them. He walked, tripped after them and when he got tired got on one of the donkeys. </p> <p> When he took a little rest, he counted the donkeys which walked ahead of him lop-eared. </p> <p> - Whew! They are only four! – shouted the rich villager and he jumped afraid on the ground. – The one must've got away, I will come back to find it. </p> <p> But before that he counted the donkeys again and they were five. Happy he smiled from ear to ear, got on one again and chased the others ahead. </p> <p> After a while he started counting again. </p> <p> - They are four again! – He started blinking puzzled. </p> <p> At the same time the poor villager was coming. </p> <p> - Neighbour, please, tell me how many donkeys you see ahead of you, because when I count them on the ground, they are five and when I got on the saddle, the one is missing. </p> <p> The poor neighbour laughed and said: </p> <p> - The donkeys are six, neighbour, but the one has two legs. </p> </div>

<p> </p><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Naughty Bunny</span></h1><p>Little Bunny is very naughty. He tries to be good, but he can't. He doesn't get up early in the morning. He doesn't want to drink milk for breakfast. He doesn't like to help his mother. </p> <p> One day his father says, "Try to be a good little Bunny and I'll bring you a pretty ball." Then he goes to the big town. </p> <p> Bunny goes to his room. He takes a red pencil and begins to draw funny pictures on the wall. </p> <p> - Oh, naughty Bunny, go out and play in the yard! - says his mother. </p> <p> There, in the yard Bunny meets his friend Willy. They jump and run together. Naughty Bunny kicks Willy. He bites Willy. He takes his toys. He pushes him into a puddle. Willy goes home crying. </p> <p> - Oh, naughty Bunny! - says his mother. </p> <div class="row"> <div class="col-xs-12 col-md-12 gbv-col"> <img class="img-thumbnail" src="https://www.worldstory.net/images/stories/naughty_bunny.jpg" alt="Naughty Bunny"> </div> </div> <p> In the afternoon Bunny goes to the yard again. He runs after the hens and the chickens. He kicks the rooster. </p> <p> - Oh, naughty Buny! - says mother. She is very sad. Bunny loves his mother and he doesn't like to see her sad. </p><div style="text-align: center; width: 100%; height: auto; clear: none;" class="google-auto-placed ap_container"><ins style="display: block; margin: auto; background-color: transparent;" data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-4140491726850221" data-adsbygoogle-status="done"><ins id="aswift_3_expand" style="display: inline-table; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent;"><ins id="aswift_3_anchor" style="display: block; border: medium none; height: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 847px; background-color: transparent; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0;"></ins></ins></ins></div> <p> - Don't be sad, Mummy! - says Bunny. - I'll try to be a good Bunny tomorrow. </p> <p> On the next day little Bunny tries to be very good. </p> <p> He gets up early in the morning. </p> <p> He drinks his milk. </p> <p> He plays nicely with Willy. </p> <p> He doesn't draw pictures on the wall. </p> <p> He doesn't run after the hens and the chickens. </p> <p> He doesn't kick the rooster. </p> <p> It's such fun to be good! - he thinks. </p> <p> Mother is very happy. She hugs him, she kisses him and she gives him a big carrot. </p> <p> - Oh, how I love my good little Bunny, - she says. </p> <div class="col-xs-12 col-md-12 gbv-col"> <img class="img-thumbnail" src="https://www.worldstory.net/images/stories/good_bunny.jpg" alt="Good Bunny"> </div>

<p> </p><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The hungry cat</span></h1><p>A hungry cat is looking for something to eat. She sees a little grey mouse sitting near his house. </p> <p> - I want to catch that little mouse, - says the hungry cat. </p> <p> She sits down and begins to cry "mew, mew, mew". </p> <p> The little grey mouse jumps up to run into his house, but the cat sits still and mews again. </p> <p> - She is sitting still, - thinks the mouse. </p> <p> - She doesn't want to catch me. I shall not run away. </p> <p> - Mew, mew, mew, - says the cat again. </p> <p> - Why are you crying? - asks the mouse. </p> <p> - See, I have a penny in my hand. </p> <p> - Good, you are lucky. That's nothing to cry about, - says the mouse. </p> <p> The hungry cat comes nearer. </p> <p> - Oh, little mouse, I shall get some meat with the penny. I shall cook it and have it for supper. </p> <p> - Good, you are lucky. That's nothing to cry about. </p> <p> The hungry cat comes nearer and nearer. </p> <p> - There lives a hungry dog in this house. He will eat all the meat. </p> <p> - Poor Pussy, - says the mouse. - What will you eat then? </p> <p> - You, - cries the cat and jumps at the little grey mouse. </p> <p> But the mouse is too quick. He jumps into his little house before the cat can say another "mew". </p> <p> - No, no, sly Pussy, - says the mouse. - You will not eat me. You must first catch me. </p> <div class="col-xs-12 col-md-12 gbv-col"> <img class="img-thumbnail" src="https://www.worldstory.net/images/stories/the_hungry_cat.jpg" alt="The hungry cat"> </div>

<p><br></p><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Chicken Little</span></h1><div class="row gbv-p"> <p> Chicken Little likes to walk in the woods. She likes to look at the trees. She likes to smell the flowers. She likes to listen to the birds singing. </p> <p> One day while she is walking an acorn falls from a tree, and hits the top of her little head. </p> <p> - My, oh, my, the sky is falling. I must run and tell the lion about it, - says Chicken Little and begins to run. </p> <p> She runs and runs. By and by she meets the hen. </p> <p> - Where are you going? - asks the hen. </p> <p> - Oh, Henny Penny, the sky is falling and I am going to the lion to tell him about it. </p> <p> - How do you know it? - asks Henny Penny. </p> <p> - It hit me on the head, so I know it must be so, - says Chicken Little. </p> <p> - Let me go with you! - says Henny Penny. - Run, run. </p> <p> So the two run and run until they meet Ducky Lucky. </p> <p> - The sky is falling, - says Henny Penny. - We are going to the lion to tell him about it. </p> <p> - How do you know that? - asks Ducky Lucky. </p> <p> - It hit Chicken Little on the head, - says Henny Penny. </p> <p> - May I come with you? - asks Ducky Lucky. </p> <p> - Come, - says Henny Penny. </p> <p> So all three of them run on and on until they meet Foxey Loxey. </p> <p> - Where are you going? - asks Foxey Loxey. </p> <p> - The sky is falling and we are going to the lion to tell him about it, - says Ducky Lucky. </p> <p> - Do you know where he lives? - asks the fox. </p> <p> - I don't, - says Chicken Little. </p> <p> - I don't, - says Henny Penny. </p> <p> - I don't, - says Ducky Lucky. </p> <p> - I do, - says Foxey Loxey. - Come with me and I can show you the way. </p> <p> He walks on and on until he comes to his den. </p> <p> - Come right in, - says Foxey Loxey. </p> <p> They all go in, but they never, never come out again. </p> <div class="row"> <div class="col-xs-12 col-md-12 gbv-col"> <img class="img-thumbnail" src="https://www.worldstory.net/images/stories/chicken_little.jpg" alt="Chicken Little"> </div> </div> </div> <div class="col-md-9"><div class="row gbv-p"><div class="col-xs-12 col-md-12 gbv-col-c"><form action="/en/search.html" id="cse-search-box" name="cse-search-box"> </form> </div> </div> </div>

<p> </p><h1><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Why the clover is sweet</span></h1><p>A little bee flies in the garden. She is so hungry. She wants to eat. She flies to a daisy. </p> <p> - Dear daisy, - she says. - Please give me some honey! </p> <p> - Go away, - says the daisy. - I want all the honey I have. I can give you none. </p> <p> The bee flies to a rose. </p> <p> - Beautiful rose, - she says. - Please give me some of your honey! </p> <p> - You may have just a little honey, - says the rose. - I want my honey. I can't give you much. </p> <p> - Thank you, - says the bee. - I will take none of your honey. You may keep it all! </p> <p> The bee flies to a clover. </p> <p> - Little clover, - she says, - please give me some honey! </p> <p> - Certainly. I am glad to give you some. Take all you want! </p> <p> - Thank you, - says the bee. - You are so kind. I want to be kind to you, too. From this day on you will have more honey than any other flowers. </p> <p> That is why the clover is so sweet. </p> <div class="col-xs-12 col-md-12 gbv-col"> <img class="img-thumbnail" src="https://www.worldstory.net/images/stories/why_the_clover_is_sweet.jpg" alt="Why the clover is sweet"> </div>