Children's Stories

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom on the Moon Cartoon

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Mon, 04 Dec 2017 15:25:00 +0000

The 26 characters in this rhythmic, rhyming baby book are a lowercase alphabet with attitude.

"A told b, and b told c, 'I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree'"--which probably seemed like a good idea until the other 23 members of the gang decided to follow suit.

The palm tree standing straight and tall on the first page begins to groan and bend under its alphabetical burden.

First the coconuts fall off, then ("Chicka chicka... BOOM! BOOM!") all the letters also end up in a big heap underneath.

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom on the Moon Cartoon

(Chicka Chicka Boom Boom (Chicka Chicka #1)

by Bill Martin Jr., John Archambault, Lois Ehlert (Illustrator)

ABOUT BILL MARTIN JR.

Bill Martin, Jr. (1916-2004) was an elementary-school principal, teacher, writer, and poet. His more than 300 books, among them the bestselling classics Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See; Polar Bear Polar Bear What Do You Hear; Panda Bear Panda Bear What Do You See; and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, are a testament to his ability to speak directly to children. Martin held a doctoral degree in early childhood education. Born in Kansas, he worked as an elementary-school principal in Chicago before moving to New York City, where he worked in publishing, developing innovative reading programs for schools. After several years, he devoted himself full-time to writing his children's books. He lived in New York until 1993, when he moved to Texas. He lived in the east Texas woods, near the town of Commerce, until he passed away in 2004

Bobo the Baby Elephant Grows Up

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 17:35:00 +0000

Bobo the Baby Elephant Grows Up
History
Bobo was first featured in a self-titled storyline in the Mickey Mouse newspaper comic strip. In the story, Mickey mistakenly purchases Bobo at an auction. Eli Squinch, also making his first appearance in that story, convinces Mickey that he is Bobo's rightful owner. However, Eli actually intends to use Bobo to run his sawmill to save on electricity, using a treadmill which had already killed two horses. Mickey and Horace Horsecollar stall Eli's repossession of Bobo until the baby pachyderm discovers his mother is in a visiting circus. Bobo runs away and is reunited with his mother.

Bobo's only animated appearance was in 1936's Mickey's Elephant. Here, he is given to Mickey by the Rajah of Gahboon. Disney had planned to make Bobo into a recurring character, but nothing ever came of the idea. Storyboard sketches of a planned cartoon featuring Bobo, titled Spring Cleaning, were printed in the book Mickey Mouse: The Floyd Gottfredson Library - Volume 3: Showdown at Inferno Gulch.

Pete the Cats Groovy Guide to Love

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sat, 02 Dec 2017 15:43:00 +0000

Pete the Cat goes walking down the street wearing his brand-new white shoes. Along the way, his shoes change from white to red to blue to brown to WET as he steps in piles of strawberries, blueberries, and other big messes!

But no matter what color his shoes are, Pete keeps movin' and groovin' and singing his song...because it's all good. Pete the Cat: I Love My White Shoes asks the reader questions about the colors of different foods and objects—kids love to interact with the story.

A Tisket A Tasket | Kid Song | Discovery Kids

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Fri, 01 Dec 2017 00:39:00 +0000

A Tisket A Tasket | Kid Song

A-tisket a-tasket

A green and yellow basket I wrote a letter to my love And on the way I dropped it, I dropped it, I dropped it, And on the way I dropped it. A little boy picked it up and put it in his pocket! A-tisket a-tasket A green and yellow basket I wrote a letter to my love And on the way I dropped it, I dropped it, I dropped it, And on the way I dropped it. A little girl picked it up and put it in his pocket.

The Liar Shepherd Boy And The Wolf Story

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Thu, 30 Nov 2017 19:59:00 +0000

The Liar Shepherd Boy And The Wolf Story

A Shepherd Boy tended his master's sheep near a dark forest not far from the village. Soon he found life in the pasture very dull. All he could do to amuse himself was to talk to his dog or play on his shepherd's pipe.

One day as he sat watching the sheep and the quiet forest, and thinking what he would do should he see a wolf, he thought of a plan to amuse himself.

His master had told him to call for help should a wolf attack the flock, and the villagers would drive it away. So now, though he had not seen anything that even looked like a wolf, he ran toward the village shouting at the top of his voice, "Wolf! Wolf!"

As he expected, the villagers who heard the cry dropped their work and ran in great excitement to the pasture. But when they got there they found the boy doubled up with laughter at the trick he had played on them.

A few days later the Shepherd Boy again shouted, "Wolf! Wolf!" Again the villagers ran to help him, only to be laughed at again.

Then one evening as the sun was setting behind the forest and the shadows were creeping out over the pasture, a Wolf really did spring from the underbrush and fall upon the Sheep.

In terror the boy ran toward the village shouting "Wolf! Wolf!" But though the villagers heard the cry, they did not run to help him as they had before. "He cannot fool us again," they said. The wolf killed a great many of the boy's sheep and then slipped away into the forest.

Liars are not believed even when they speak the truth.

Puggy visits the Moon - For Kid story

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Thu, 30 Nov 2017 10:21:00 +0000

Puggy visits the Moon - For Kid story

Chocolate-loving "Puggy" gets into mischief following his owner

Neil Armstrong to work, and sneaking into the rocket that takes him all the way to the moon!

The Frog Prince

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Mon, 27 Nov 2017 13:26:00 +0000

The Frog Prince

THE FROG PRINCE

In the olden time, when wishing was having, there lived a King, whose daughters were all beautiful; but the youngest was so exceedingly beautiful that the Sun himself, although he saw her very, very often, was delighted every time she came out into the sunshine.

Near the castle of this King was a large and gloomy forest, where in the midst stood an old lime-tree, beneath whose branches splashed a little fountain; so, whenever it was very hot, the King's youngest daughter ran off into this wood, and sat down by the side of the fountain; and, when she felt dull, would often divert herself by throwing a golden ball up into the air and catching it again. And this was her favorite amusement.

Now, one day it happened that this golden ball, when the King's daughter threw it into the air, did not fall down into her hand, but on to the grass; and then it rolled right into the fountain. The King's daughter followed the ball with her eyes, but it disappeared beneath the water, which was so deep that she could not see to the bottom. Then she began to lament, and to cry more loudly and more loudly; and, as she cried, a voice called out, "Why weepest thou, O King's daughter? thy tears would melt even a stone to pity." She looked around to the spot whence the voice came, and saw a frog stretching his thick, ugly head out of the water. "Ah! you old water-paddler," said she, "was it you that spoke? I am weeping for my golden ball which bounced away from me into the water."

"Be quiet, and do not cry," replied the Frog; "I can give thee good assistance. But what wilt thou give me if I succeed in fetching thy plaything up again?"

"What would you like, dear Frog?" said she. "My dresses, my pearls and jewels, or the golden crown which I wear?"

The Frog replied, "Dresses, or jewels, or golden crowns, are not for me; but if thou wilt love me, and let me be thy companion and playmate, and sit at thy table, and eat from thy little golden plate, and drink out of thy cup, and sleep in thy little bed,—if thou wilt promise me all these things, then I will dive down and fetch up thy golden ball."

"Oh, I will promise you all," said she, "if you will only get me my golden ball." But she thought to herself, "What is the silly Frog chattering about? Let him stay in the water with his equals; he cannot enter into society." Then the Frog, as soon as he had received her promise, drew his head under the water and dived down. Presently he swam up again with the golden ball in his mouth, and threw it on to the grass. The King's daughter was full of joy when she again saw her beautiful plaything; and, taking it up, she ran off immediately. "Stop! stop!" cried the Frog; "take me with thee. I cannot run as thou canst."

But this croaking was of no avail; although it was loud enough, the King's daughter did not hear it, but, hastening home, soon forgot the poor Frog, who was obliged to leap back into the fountain.

The next day, when the King's daughter was sitting at table with her father and all his courtiers, and was eating from her own little golden plate, something was heard coming up the marble stairs, splish-splash, splish-splash; and when it arrived at the top, it knocked at the door, and a voice said—

"Open the door, thou youngest daughter of the King!"

So she arose and went to see who it was that called to her; but when she opened the door and caught sight of the Frog, she shut it again very quickly and with great passion, and sat down at the table, looking exceedingly pale.

But the King perceived that her heart was beating violently, and asked her whether it were a giant who had come to fetch her away who stood at the door. "Oh, no!" answered she; "it is no giant, but an ugly Frog."

"What does the Frog want with you?" said the King.

"Oh, dear father, yesterday when I was playing by the fountain, my golden ball fell into the water, and this Frog fetched it up again because I cried so much: but first, I must tell you, he pressed me so much, that I promised him he should be my companion. I never thought that he could come out of the water, but somehow he has managed to jump out, and now he wants to come in here."...

The Three Billy Goats Gruff

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Mon, 27 Nov 2017 11:49:00 +0000

The Three Billy Goats Gruff

Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."

On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.

So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .

"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat,"
said the billy goat, with such a small voice.

"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."

"Well, be off with you," said the troll.

A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice.

"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.

"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."

"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.

But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff .

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.

"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.

Well, come along! I've got two spears,

And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;

I've got besides two curling-stones,

And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.

That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,

Snip, snap, snout.

This tale's told out.

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sun, 26 Nov 2017 20:42:00 +0000

How Anansi brought stories to the world - Story For Kids

Bold, tricky, and often extremely selfish, Anansi is sometimes a spider and somtimes a man. It’s hard to say why he changes form, but his character remains the same. He comes from Ghana in West Africa and has travelled as far as the Caribbean. You will enjoy hearing how he tricks animals, people and even gods. It’s equally fun when he gets his just comeuppance.

Adapted by Bertie.
Read by Richard.
Proofread by Jana Elizabeth.

Hello, this is Richard.
If you have been listening to Storynory for a while, you’ll be used to the idea that storytellers can change form. Take Bertie – during his story-writing career he’s been both a frog and a prince. Well today I’m going to bring you a tradition from Ghana in West Africa about a hero called Anansi. He is the spirit of storytelling, and he shifts shape between a spider and a man. He’s a tricky fellow, and he’s not always sweet tempered. In this first story we will learn how Anansi brought stories to the world.

The god of the skies is Nyankopon. His name means ‘He who knows and sees everything.’ His right eye is the sun, which he opens during the day, and his left eye is the moon, which he opens during the night.

Long ago, all the stories in the world belonged to Nyankopon. But down on the earth, a lowly creature called Anansi the spider held a very high opinion of himself, and his own wit and wisdom.

“How come all the stories belong to Nyankopon?” he thought. “I’m sure I could spin a far, finer tale.”

And so Anansi climbed to the top of the tallest tree and spoke to the sky-god directly.

“Nyankopon,” he said. “Why don’t you give all the stories to me? I will look after them well for you.”

And Nyankopon looked down with this sun-eye, saw the arrogant little spider, and chuckled to himself:

“Why of course, Anansi,” he replied. “You can have all the stories you want, but first you must bring me three things that I would like.”

“And what would those be?” asked Anansi.

“Mmmm, Onini the python, Osebo the leopard, and the Mmoboro hornets,” replied Nyankopon, and he could not help laughing: “Ha Ha HA HA!” at the thought of the tiny spider getting the better of such fierce beasts.

But Anansi was happy with this bargain. “Done!” he said. “It’s a deal.”

And he set off on his eight legs to catch the python, the leopard, and the hornets.

As he went through the forest, he looked around for a long straight stick. He found one, and laid it on the ground outside the door of the python’s house. When Onini the Python returned home, he saw Anansi pondering this stick.

“What are you doing my hairy-legged friend?” he said.

“Well you see,” said, Anansi. “I have a bet on with Nyankopon. I say that you are longer than this stick, and he says that you are shorter. Let’s show the all-seeing one that he is wrong.”

As it happened, Onini was proud of his long python body, and he was happy to stretch out by the stick and show that he was longer. He did not expect that Anansi, quick as a flash, would spin thread around him and tie him to the stick. Now he was trapped and could not move. All he could do was to protest with his long, silvery tongue. “Anansi you trickster, untie me or you will be sorry.” But Anansi looked up at the sky and said: “Nyankopon, I have delivered to you the first part of the bargain.”

The sky-god laughed and said: “You are indeed a tricky little spider, but I doubt that even you can catch Osebo the leopard.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Anansi. But in fact seeing was not part of it. He sewed up his left eye so that he couldn’t see anything with it. The one-eyed spider paid a visit to the tree where Osebo the leopard lived. The big spotted cat dangled a powerful paw down from the branch he was using as a couch, and said:

“Anansi, my wily little fellow, what happened to your eye?”

And the deceitful spider replied: “Nyankopon sewed it up for me, and now I can see the most wonderful things with it – worlds, stars and the whole universe – just like gods see.”

“How simply divine!” exclaimed Osebo the leopard. “Sew up my eye so that I can see these wonders too.”

“I’ll do one better than that,” replied Anansi. “I’ll sew up both of your eyes so that you will be practically a god.”

And when he had finished doing what he had promised, poor Osebo was completely blind, and it was all too easy to lead the leopard to Nyankopon.”

“Well, Well, Well,” said Nyankopon. “Perhaps I have underestimated your cleverness, my little spider, but you have left the most difficult task for last, for the hornets are angry little creatures than no one has ever tamed.”

“I said I will bring them to you, and I shall,” replied Anansi with great confidence, though Nyankopon thought it was perhaps foolish confidence given the ferocity of the hornets.

Anansi went to the place where the Mmoboro hornets kept their nest, and he brought with him a large jar. The hornets swarmed around, buzzing and saying:

“NNNNN, What is in that jar, Anansi?”

“Why nothing,” replied the wily spider. “But I have a bet with Nyankopon about it. The sky-god says you cannot fly into it. I say you can. Will you help me prove him wrong?”

“Why of course we can fly in!” exclaimed the hornets angrily. “Who does the all-seeing one think he is to say what we can and can’t do?” And with that, they flew as one into the jar and as soon as they were all inside, Anansi slammed the lid on tight.

Now, when Anansi brought the jar of Mmoboro hornets to Nyankopon, the sky-god was truly impressed with the little spider’s successful trickery.

“Who would have thought that such a small and insignificant little creature could capture great beasts?” he said. “Truly Anansi, you deserve the stories of the world, for you have proved yourself to be the smartest animal on the earth.”

And that is how Anansi the spider got all the stories in the world – or at least all the stories in Ghana because so much of their folk law is about him. He has travelled to the Caribbean too, and his stories of trickery have influenced Brer Rabbit in the southern states of the USA. As you will hear, he sometimes takes on a human form. It’s not clear how or why he shifts from being a spider to being a man, but his tricky personality always stays with him.

I’ll be back soon with some more Anansi stories here on Storynory.com.

For now, from me Richard….

The Tear Thief - Story For Kids

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sun, 26 Nov 2017 20:26:00 +0000

The Tear Thief - Story For Kids

The Tear Thief

Each night, in the hours between supper and bedtime, the Tear Thief carries her waterproof, silvery sack as she steals the tears of every child who cries. But what does she do with all those tears? This warm, poignant, and beautifully illustrated story offers a thought-provoking message and a starting point to share children's emotional experiences. Book with CD edition features narration by Juliet Stevenson.

Ages 4 to 9 years

Written By: Carol Ann Duffy

Illustrated By: Nicoletta Ceccoli

Narrated By: Juliet Stevenson

Pinocchio Chapter 2: Geppetto and Master Cherry Fight

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sun, 26 Nov 2017 11:26:00 +0000

Pinocchio Chapter 2: Geppetto and Master Cherry Fight

Two old men have a very childish argument and a block of wood interrupts them.

Read by Natasha. Illustrated by Chiara Civati.

CHAPTER 2

In that very instant, a loud knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” said the carpenter, not having an atom of strength left with which to stand up.

At the words, the door opened and a dapper little old man came in. His name was Geppetto, but to the boys of the neighborhood he was Polendina,* on account of the wig he always wore which was just the color of yellow corn.

* Cornmeal mush

Geppetto had a very bad temper. Woe to the one who called him Polendina! He became as wild as a beast and no one could soothe him.

“Good day, Mastro Antonio,” said Geppetto. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“I am teaching the ants their A B C’s.”

“Good luck to you!”

“What brought you here, friend Geppetto?”

“My legs. And it may flatter you to know, Mastro Antonio, that I have come to you to beg for a favor.”

“Here I am, at your service,” answered the carpenter, raising himself on to his knees.

“This morning a fine idea came to me.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I thought of making myself a beautiful wooden Marionette. It must be wonderful, one that will be able to dance, fence, and turn somersaults. With it I intend to go around the world, to earn my crust of bread and cup of wine. What do you think of it?”

“Bravo, Polendina!” cried the same tiny voice which came from no one knew where.

On hearing himself called Polendina, Mastro Geppetto turned the color of a red pepper and, facing the carpenter, said to him angrily:

“Why do you insult me?”

“Who is insulting you?”

“You called me Polendina.”

“I did not.”

“I suppose you think _I_ did! Yet I KNOW it was you.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

And growing angrier each moment, they went from words to blows, and finally began to scratch and bite and slap each other.

When the fight was over, Mastro Antonio had Geppetto’s yellow wig in his hands and Geppetto found the carpenter’s curly wig in his mouth.

“Give me back my wig!” shouted Mastro Antonio in a surly voice.

“You return mine and we’ll be friends.”

The two little old men, each with his own wig back on his own head, shook hands and swore to be good friends for the rest of their lives.

“Well then, Mastro Geppetto,” said the carpenter, to show he bore him no ill will, “what is it you want?”

“I want a piece of wood to make a Marionette. Will you give it to me?”

Mastro Antonio, very glad indeed, went immediately to his bench to get the piece of wood which had frightened him so much. But as he was about to give it to his friend, with a violent jerk it slipped out of his hands and hit against poor Geppetto’s thin legs.

“Ah! Is this the gentle way, Mastro Antonio, in which you make your gifts? You have made me almost lame!”

“I swear to you I did not do it!”

“It was _I_, of course!”

“It’s the fault of this piece of wood.”

“You’re right; but remember you were the one to throw it at my legs.”

“I did not throw it!”

“Liar!”

“Geppetto, do not insult me or I shall call you Polendina.”

“Idiot.”

“Polendina!”

“Donkey!”

“Polendina!”

“Ugly monkey!”

“Polendina!”

On hearing himself called Polendina for the third time, Geppetto lost his head with rage and threw himself upon the carpenter. Then and there they gave each other a sound thrashing.

After this fight, Mastro Antonio had two more scratches on his nose, and Geppetto had two buttons missing from his coat. Thus having settled their accounts, they shook hands and swore to be good friends for the rest of their lives.

Then Geppetto took the fine piece of wood, thanked Mastro Antonio, and limped away toward home.

Pinocchio Chapter 3 The first pranks

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Fri, 17 Feb 2017 18:49:00 +0000

Pinocchio Chapter 3 The first pranks

Pinocchio Chapter 3 The First Pranks

Geppetto makes the talking piece of wood into a puppet and calls him Pinocchio. As soon as he can run, Pinocchio proves to be very naughty.

Read by Natasha

Illustrated by Chiara Civati

CHAPTER 3

Little as Geppetto’s house was, it was neat and comfortable. It was a small room on the ground floor, with a tiny window under the stairway. The furniture could not have been much simpler: a very old chair, a rickety old bed, and a tumble-down table. A fireplace full of burning logs was painted on the wall opposite the door. Over the fire, there was painted a pot full of something which kept boiling happily away and sending up clouds of what looked like real steam.

As soon as he reached home, Geppetto took his tools and began to cut and shape the wood into a Marionette.

“What shall I call him?” he said to himself. “I think I’ll call him PINOCCHIO. This name will make his fortune. I knew a whole family of Pinocchi once–Pinocchio the father, Pinocchia the mother, and Pinocchi the children–and they were all lucky. The richest of them begged for his living.”

After choosing the name for his Marionette, Geppetto set seriously to work to make the hair, the forehead, the eyes. Fancy his surprise when he noticed that these eyes moved and then stared fixedly at him. Geppetto, seeing this, felt insulted and said in a grieved tone:

“Ugly wooden eyes, why do you stare so?”

There was no answer.

After the eyes, Geppetto made the nose, which began to stretch as soon as finished. It stretched and stretched and stretched till it became so long, it seemed endless.

Poor Geppetto kept cutting it and cutting it, but the more he cut, the longer grew that impertinent nose. In despair he let it alone.

Next he made the mouth.

No sooner was it finished than it began to laugh and poke fun at him.

“Stop laughing!” said Geppetto angrily; but he might as well have spoken to the wall.

“Stop laughing, I say!” he roared in a voice of thunder.

The mouth stopped laughing, but it stuck out a long tongue.

Not wishing to start an argument, Geppetto made believe he saw nothing and went on with his work. After the mouth, he made the chin, then the neck, the shoulders, the stomach, the arms, and the hands.

As he was about to put the last touches on the finger tips, Geppetto felt his wig being pulled off. He glanced up and what did he see? His yellow wig was in the Marionette’s hand. “Pinocchio, give me my wig!”

But instead of giving it back, Pinocchio put it on his own head, which was half swallowed up in it.

At that unexpected trick, Geppetto became very sad and downcast, more so than he had ever been before.

“Pinocchio, you wicked boy!” he cried out. “You are not yet finished, and you start out by being impudent to your poor old father. Very bad, my son, very bad!”

And he wiped away a tear.

The legs and feet still had to be made. As soon as they were done, Geppetto felt a sharp kick on the tip of his nose.

“I deserve it!” he said to himself. “I should have thought of this before I made him. Now it’s too late!”

He took hold of the Marionette under the arms and put him on the floor to teach him to walk.

Pinocchio’s legs were so stiff that he could not move them, and Geppetto held his hand and showed him how to put out one foot after the other.

When his legs were limbered up, Pinocchio started walking by himself and ran all around the room. He came to the open door, and with one leap he was out into the street. Away he flew!

Poor Geppetto ran after him but was unable to catch him, for Pinocchio ran in leaps and bounds, his two wooden feet, as they beat on the stones of the street, making as much noise as twenty peasants in wooden shoes.

“Catch him! Catch him!” Geppetto kept shouting. But the people in the street, seeing a wooden Marionette running like the wind, stood still to stare and to laugh until they cried.

At last, by sheer luck, a Carabineer* happened along, who, hearing all that noise, thought that it might be a runaway colt, and stood bravely in the middle of the street, with legs wide apart, firmly resolved to stop it and prevent any trouble.

* A military policeman

Pinocchio saw the Carabineer from afar and tried his best to escape between the legs of the big fellow, but without success.

The Carabineer grabbed him by the nose (it was an extremely long one and seemed made on purpose for that very thing) and returned him to Mastro Geppetto.

The little old man wanted to pull Pinocchio’s ears. Think how he felt when, upon searching for them, he discovered that he had forgotten to make them!

All he could do was to seize Pinocchio by the back of the neck and take him home. As he was doing so, he shook him two or three times and said to him angrily:

“We’re going home now. When we get home, then we’ll settle this matter!”

Pinocchio, on hearing this, threw himself on the ground and refused to take another step. One person after another gathered around the two.

Some said one thing, some another.

“Poor Marionette,” called out a man. “I am not surprised he doesn’t want to go home. Geppetto, no doubt, will beat him unmercifully, he is so mean and cruel!”

“Geppetto looks like a good man,” added another, “but with boys he’s a real tyrant. If we leave that poor Marionette in his hands he may tear him to pieces!”

They said so much that, finally, the Carabineer ended matters by setting Pinocchio at liberty and dragging Geppetto to prison. The poor old fellow did not know how to defend himself, but wept and wailed like a child and said between his sobs:

“Ungrateful boy! To think I tried so hard to make you a well-behaved Marionette! I deserve it, however! I should have given the matter more thought.”

What happened after this is an almost unbelievable story, but you may read it, dear children, in the chapters that follow.

Big Al and Shrimpy

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sun, 12 Feb 2017 13:40:00 +0000

Big Al and Shrimpy

First Grade Teacher reads Big Al and Shrimpy

Poor Shrimpy! He may be the smartest fish in the sea, but he's also the smallest.

Who would want to be friends with such a teeny, tiny fish?

Big Al, that's who! Big Al remembers what it feels like to to be an outsider, and he and Shrimpy become best friends.
And when Big Al finds himself in danger, it's Shrimpy's smart thinking that saves the day — and wins Shrimpy the respect and affection of other fish.

In the wide blue sea

there was a very clever

fish named Shrimpy.

You could not find a smarter fish.

But Shrimpy was also very, very small.

Poor Shrimpy!

He wants to be like Big Al, loved and adored by all the other fish.

But who would want to be friends with such a teeny, tiny fish? Big Al, that's who! He's big and scary-looking, and he remembers what it was like to be friendless.

Still, all the other fish think Shrimpy's just a nuisance.

Then one day, when Big Al's life is in danger, Shrimpy is the only one brave enough and smart enough to save the day.

Suddenly, everyone can see that friends come in all shapes and sizes and Shrimpy turns out to be the best friend any fish could want!

The Story of Rapunzel | Kid for Story

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Mon, 06 Feb 2017 14:51:00 +0000

RAPUNZEL STORY VİDEO

Rapunzel

Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her.

'If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune,' said he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up.

At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her; but the king's son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he had been forced to see her. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and handsome, she thought: 'He will love me more than old Dame Gothel does'; and she said yes, and laid her hand in his.

She said: 'I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready I will descend, and you will take me on your horse.'

They agreed that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her: 'Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he is with me in a moment.'

'Ah! you wicked child,' cried the enchantress. 'What do I hear you say! I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you have deceived me!'

In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.

On the same day that she cast out Rapunzel, however, the enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when the king's son came and cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest Rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.

'Aha!' she cried mockingly, 'you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you; you will never see her again.'

The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in his despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.

He wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to which she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contented.

Grasshopper and the Ants

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sun, 05 Feb 2017 14:01:00 +0000

Grasshopper and the Ants

The Ant and the Grasshopper, alternatively titled The Grasshopper and the Ant (or Ants), is one of Aesop's Fables, numbered 373 in the Perry Index.The fable describes how a hungry grasshopper begs for food from an ant when winter comes and is refused. The situation sums up moral lessons about the virtues of hard work and planning for the future.

Even in Classical times, however, the advice was mistrusted and an alternative story represented the ant's industry as mean and self-serving. Jean de la Fontaine's delicately ironical retelling in French later widened the debate to cover the themes of compassion and charity. Since the 18th century the grasshopper has been seen as the type of the artist and the question of the place of culture in society has also been included. Argument over the fable's ambivalent meaning has generally been conducted through adaptation or reinterpretation of the fable in literature, arts and music.

In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest. "Why not come and chat with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of toiling and moiling in that way?" "I am helping to lay up food for the winter," said the Ant, "and recommend you to do the same." "Why bother about winter?" said the Grasshopper; "We have got plenty of food at present." But the Ant went on its way and continued its toil. When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger - while it saw the ants distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew: It is best to prepare for days of need.

Snowball English Story

noreply@blogger.com (Audio Children's Stories) — Sun, 05 Feb 2017 12:33:00 +0000