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Aviary"/><category term="The Wolf and The Dogs"/><category term="The ant and the dove"/><category term="The monkey and the crocodile story"/><category term="Thirsty Crow"/><category term="Thirsty Lamb and The Wicked Wolf"/><category term="Toad and The Fox Story"/><category term="Tortoise and The Hare story for kids"/><category term="Town Mouse and A Country Mouse"/><category term="Two Best Friends : Best Moral Stories for Kids"/><category term="Two Friends and the Bear story"/><category term="Two cats and a monkey"/><category term="Wolf and The Lamb Moral Story"/><category term="Wolves and Sheep Moral Stories"/><category term="Young Crab and His Mother Moral Story"/><category term="a tale about two goats"/><category term="ant and dove story"/><category term="ant and grasshopper story"/><category term="best friend"/><category term="crow_and_the_eagle_story"/><category term="father crow and pitcher story"/><category term="fox and grapes"/><category term="fox and the grapes story"/><category term="horse and snail story"/><category term="kindness and patience can inspire"/><category term="lion and the mouse short moral story"/><category term="log story"/><category term="moral story"/><category term="patience story"/><category term="the frog prince short story"/><category term="woodcutter story"/><title type='text'>Moral Stories For Children</title><subtitle type='html'>You make all the difference to your children&#39;s success and happiness in life. Tell them these moral stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-9167625404265792079</id><published>2025-12-17T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-12-17T10:52:18.644-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Horse and The Snail"/><title type='text'>The Horse and The Snail</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a horse in a jungle. He was so proud horse. One day it saw a snail at moving slowly and decides to challenge him to a race. The snail, feeling insulted, accepts the challenge, and they agree to race on Sunday. On the day of the race, the horse, confident in his speed, takes off quickly, while the snail moves at his own pace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgY42rBk80GbgZdncJnteEGLC6UTM5i9H9T7yX9vJ3scHvxjFvCIstBZ68cVUqZ4Ily8BfE1O5BwAXNS3ThbkJU4Y0gG-sMLKLzHs81NPQfrOBnbxFyU2s5SnCvgVjU-yegPwMahQTbFL2HF1KOg6hi1OxuCekrWHIkG6ltY_eTRfDMV4BY3xh47Hsp-4/s1600/horse-and-snail%20(3).png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;900&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgY42rBk80GbgZdncJnteEGLC6UTM5i9H9T7yX9vJ3scHvxjFvCIstBZ68cVUqZ4Ily8BfE1O5BwAXNS3ThbkJU4Y0gG-sMLKLzHs81NPQfrOBnbxFyU2s5SnCvgVjU-yegPwMahQTbFL2HF1KOg6hi1OxuCekrWHIkG6ltY_eTRfDMV4BY3xh47Hsp-4/w400-h225/horse-and-snail%20(3).png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;However, the snail cleverly enlists the help of other snails to create a distraction, and they all look identical. As the horse races ahead, he becomes confused when he sees multiple snails and ultimately loses the race due to his arrogance and underestimating the snail&#39;s determination. The moral of the story teaches that arrogance can lead to unexpected outcomes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9167625404265792079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/9167625404265792079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/9167625404265792079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/9167625404265792079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/the-horse-and-snail.html' title='The Horse and The Snail'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgY42rBk80GbgZdncJnteEGLC6UTM5i9H9T7yX9vJ3scHvxjFvCIstBZ68cVUqZ4Ily8BfE1O5BwAXNS3ThbkJU4Y0gG-sMLKLzHs81NPQfrOBnbxFyU2s5SnCvgVjU-yegPwMahQTbFL2HF1KOg6hi1OxuCekrWHIkG6ltY_eTRfDMV4BY3xh47Hsp-4/s72-w400-h225-c/horse-and-snail%20(3).png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-5984313840549931223</id><published>2025-03-28T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-03-28T11:15:06.429-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tortoise and The Hare story for kids"/><title type='text'>Tortoise and The Hare story for kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style=&quot;border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xkFcUTGsAScbGs_SZeSvWxyCGoTwFgXVRThZ4AA_qsTig2IiimGO9PExLN9icVsXkBHeP6a2xbYowcSjVhGKLTk6xl50pqJ3a9Ib3BGGtTbv5ROiELrpmV8U7lE2E8RDir2paqVBUE8/s1600/hare+and+the+tortoise.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;hare and tortoise story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;547&quot; data-original-width=&quot;913&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xkFcUTGsAScbGs_SZeSvWxyCGoTwFgXVRThZ4AA_qsTig2IiimGO9PExLN9icVsXkBHeP6a2xbYowcSjVhGKLTk6xl50pqJ3a9Ib3BGGtTbv5ROiELrpmV8U7lE2E8RDir2paqVBUE8/w400-h238/hare+and+the+tortoise.png&quot; title=&quot;hare and tortoise story&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once there lived a tortoise in a jungle. One day it saw a tortoise nearby the pond. It was walking slowly with a heavy shell on his back. The hare was very proud of himself. He can run fast, and no one can beat him in the race.&amp;nbsp; He asked the tortoise. “Shall we have a race?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;The tortoise agreed. They started the running race. The hare ran very fast. But the tortoise walked very slowly. The proud hair rested under a tree and soon slept off. In the meantime, the tortoise walked very fast, slowly and steadily it reached the goal. At last, the tortoise won the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Moral: Pride goes before a fall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5984313840549931223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/5984313840549931223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/5984313840549931223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/5984313840549931223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2025/03/tortoise-and-hare-story-for-kids.html' title='Tortoise and The Hare story for kids'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xkFcUTGsAScbGs_SZeSvWxyCGoTwFgXVRThZ4AA_qsTig2IiimGO9PExLN9icVsXkBHeP6a2xbYowcSjVhGKLTk6xl50pqJ3a9Ib3BGGtTbv5ROiELrpmV8U7lE2E8RDir2paqVBUE8/s72-w400-h238-c/hare+and+the+tortoise.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-1385023562607950897</id><published>2025-03-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-03-27T11:53:54.363-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Stag and Its reflection"/><title type='text'>The Stag and Its reflection story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a proud stag. While wandering in the forest, he came upon a pond. He stopped there to drink water in order to quench his thirst. As he bent down, he saw his own reflection in the water. “How beautiful are my horns!&quot; he thought, admiring its long curves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the stag and its horn&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;259&quot; data-original-width=&quot;478&quot; height=&quot;215&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T1wCjTTwFcPNfwEVB_BIKVF0P5fgO3gOtZTEIFCiZ8fnzZiivh6oARoLXtZNcIKUAwswCFyE5apN8obygk062uC_W812oPtIH_0Bo5QviA2X7kf-QfFHKdTrx9JRrI4Zyb5B8ZMlCOQ/w400-h215/stag+and+his+reflection.jpg&quot; title=&quot;the stag and its horn&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As the stag was admiring his antlers, he suddenly noticed his legs. Look at my skinny legs. I cannot believe God has given me both beautiful horns and such ugly legs,&quot; he thought. The proud stag now felt ashamed of his legs. His pride vanished. “These ugly legs are no match for my beautiful antlers,&quot; he thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Just then the stag heard the roar of a lion. When he turned around, he saw a lion charging at him. The stag ran as fast as he could.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The stag thought, he could run to the dense forest so that the lion will not be able to catch me in that part of the forest. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;stag ran into an area where there were many bushes and branches. Soon the stag had left the lion far behind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;All of a sudden his horns got entangled between the trunks of two trees standing close to each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The more he tried to free himself, the more difficult it became. As the stag was struggling to get free, the lion came nearer to the stag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“How I praised my horns and cursed my legs. Now I know the real value of my legs which almost took me to safety,&quot; wailed the stag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The lion pounced on the stag and killed him. That was the end of the proud stag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Moral: All that glitters is not gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1385023562607950897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/1385023562607950897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/1385023562607950897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/1385023562607950897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-stag-and-its-reflection-story.html' title='The Stag and Its reflection story'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T1wCjTTwFcPNfwEVB_BIKVF0P5fgO3gOtZTEIFCiZ8fnzZiivh6oARoLXtZNcIKUAwswCFyE5apN8obygk062uC_W812oPtIH_0Bo5QviA2X7kf-QfFHKdTrx9JRrI4Zyb5B8ZMlCOQ/s72-w400-h215-c/stag+and+his+reflection.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-1407179406192941799</id><published>2025-03-27T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2025-03-27T11:49:00.658-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thirsty Lamb and The Wicked Wolf"/><title type='text'>The Thirsty Lamb and The Wicked Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there was a thirsty lamb went to drink water from a stream. On the upper of that stream, there stood a wolf. He saw a cute lamb. His mouth watered. So, he wanted to make some excuse so that he could kill and eat the lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkKwAC_SE-pGlFMBu7qOx47QpMnnzU7mlqyjk6hRXK_V52SM_7NpGtRehcn8t_mCEf5bps2js5FtBF48V0YxoPR0BTGsn4GJAxRzIDI4Ro-2TxvQwAYZDOs_5y5DwGZLw_u9gWwKRX1k/s1600/Wolf+and+the+Lamb+story.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;wolf-and-the-lamb-story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;424&quot; data-original-width=&quot;600&quot; height=&quot;283&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkKwAC_SE-pGlFMBu7qOx47QpMnnzU7mlqyjk6hRXK_V52SM_7NpGtRehcn8t_mCEf5bps2js5FtBF48V0YxoPR0BTGsn4GJAxRzIDI4Ro-2TxvQwAYZDOs_5y5DwGZLw_u9gWwKRX1k/w400-h283/Wolf+and+the+Lamb+story.jpg&quot; title=&quot;wolf-and-the-lamb-story&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The wolf shouted at the lamb, &quot;Hey, why do you make the water dirty. How can I drink dirty water?&quot;The lamb humbly replied, &quot;Sir, I&#39;ve not made the water dirty. I&#39;m standing at a lower level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The water cannot flow upwards from me. It always flows downwards.&quot;The wolf said, &quot;If it is not you, then it must be your father who has made the water dirty.&quot; The lamb said, &quot;Sir, my father died long ago. How can he do it now?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The wolf was getting impatient to kill the lamb. He angrily said, &quot;Then it must be your grandfather who made my drinking water dirty!&quot; So, saying this, the wolf jumped on the poor cute lamb and killed him without waiting for a reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Moral: The wicked finds his own excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1407179406192941799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/1407179406192941799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/1407179406192941799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/1407179406192941799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-thirsty-lamb-and-wicked-wolf.html' title='The Thirsty Lamb and The Wicked Wolf'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkKwAC_SE-pGlFMBu7qOx47QpMnnzU7mlqyjk6hRXK_V52SM_7NpGtRehcn8t_mCEf5bps2js5FtBF48V0YxoPR0BTGsn4GJAxRzIDI4Ro-2TxvQwAYZDOs_5y5DwGZLw_u9gWwKRX1k/s72-w400-h283-c/Wolf+and+the+Lamb+story.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-3415566860315492820</id><published>2025-03-02T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-03-02T11:26:56.026-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elephant and Dirty Pig"/><title type='text'>Elephant and Dirty Pig Story for kids - Stay true to yourself and rise above negativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxulD8isBdzW5SJk5-WzTDw3llfqm-Zem1eaEZEMHG0nURKVnCpi6JnNzH09XqjXZnbeiOtZmQG9tM2qQlQRXqepwOL0gd4q5TMVySQ-Pq7XR4272CtijbGsqNtvEXJnBbBLJeSrcX7XmRmUtbh4ap8Aaja7C0_WXTIWfCz1eJR4p0zb_q_FGw0RuI5pQ/s1024/A_serene_scene_featuring_a_majestic_temple_elephan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Elephant and Dirty Pig&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxulD8isBdzW5SJk5-WzTDw3llfqm-Zem1eaEZEMHG0nURKVnCpi6JnNzH09XqjXZnbeiOtZmQG9tM2qQlQRXqepwOL0gd4q5TMVySQ-Pq7XR4272CtijbGsqNtvEXJnBbBLJeSrcX7XmRmUtbh4ap8Aaja7C0_WXTIWfCz1eJR4p0zb_q_FGw0RuI5pQ/w320-h320/A_serene_scene_featuring_a_majestic_temple_elephan.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Elephant and Dirty Pig story&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a wise and kind elephant in the dense forest. He was very well-known animal among all the animals leaves in the forest. The elephant was admired by all the animals because of its gentle nature and calm wisdom. Near the forest, there was a muddy stream where a mischievous pig lived. The pig loved rolling in the mud and playing tricks on others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;One sunny day, as the elephant was walking toward the stream to drink water, the pig jumped out of the stream, covered in mud, and started teasing the elephant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Hey, elephant! You’re always so clean and boring. Why don’t you try rolling in the mud? It’s fun!” the pig laughed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant smiled calmly and replied, “Thank you, pig, but I enjoy being clean and fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Not satisfied, the pig splashed mud all over the elephant. The animals watching gasped, expecting the elephant to get angry and they started run away from the spot. But the elephant stayed calm and said, “It’s alright, pig. You can be yourself, and I’ll be myself.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Instead of fighting back, the elephant walked to the river and washed itself until it was sparkling clean again. The pig watched, surprised. It had expected the elephant to get angry, but the elephant’s calm response left the pig curious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Why didn’t you fight back, elephant? the pig asked as it waddled closer to the river.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant replied with a kind smile, fighting back would only make me dirty, pig. It’s better to stay calm and true to who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The pig felt embarrassed by its behavior and realized the wisdom in the elephant’s words. From that day on, the pig decided to respect others’ choices and be kinder. Although it still loved rolling in the mud, it stopped splashing it on others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The animals in the forest admired the elephant even more for its patience and wisdom. The pig and the elephant became unlikely friends, teaching each other valuable lessons about respect and understanding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/b&gt; Stay true to yourself and rise above negativity. Kindness and patience can change hearts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3415566860315492820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/3415566860315492820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/3415566860315492820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/3415566860315492820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2025/03/elephant-and-dirty-pig-story-for-kids.html' title='Elephant and Dirty Pig Story for kids - Stay true to yourself and rise above negativity'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxulD8isBdzW5SJk5-WzTDw3llfqm-Zem1eaEZEMHG0nURKVnCpi6JnNzH09XqjXZnbeiOtZmQG9tM2qQlQRXqepwOL0gd4q5TMVySQ-Pq7XR4272CtijbGsqNtvEXJnBbBLJeSrcX7XmRmUtbh4ap8Aaja7C0_WXTIWfCz1eJR4p0zb_q_FGw0RuI5pQ/s72-w320-h320-c/A_serene_scene_featuring_a_majestic_temple_elephan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-8663664508015286420</id><published>2025-01-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-01-20T09:28:14.403-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindness and patience can inspire"/><title type='text'>Temple Elephant and Dirty Pig Story - Kindness and patience can inspire and change in others</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduF6pB4F0I5fdlPmKAzryIac8CGZdcy01cPRkvMVEypti5oGdCpQKabt01oemXp3e3kcMNafTB1TU8iqv4pzulvD7Tp-IQfhWdfaclOLWvz6gyyqzdlCS77ui6ilx3Nhr61Epk0bXk49beU7yS9W42xe28APsJ3K8O44gL6Vgp-F_oL_NtduOPwlYT80/s1024/A_serene_scene_featuring_a_majestic_temple_elephan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;temple elephant and the mischievous dirty pig. The serene setting highlights their contrasting characters, with the temple in the background symbolizing peace and wisdom.&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduF6pB4F0I5fdlPmKAzryIac8CGZdcy01cPRkvMVEypti5oGdCpQKabt01oemXp3e3kcMNafTB1TU8iqv4pzulvD7Tp-IQfhWdfaclOLWvz6gyyqzdlCS77ui6ilx3Nhr61Epk0bXk49beU7yS9W42xe28APsJ3K8O44gL6Vgp-F_oL_NtduOPwlYT80/w400-h400/A_serene_scene_featuring_a_majestic_temple_elephan.jpg&quot; title=&quot;The Temple Elephant and Dirty Pig&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;In a small village, there was a beautiful temple where a wise and kind elephant lived. The temple elephant was loved by the villagers and known for its calm and gentle nature. The elephant helped with temple rituals, carried offerings, and was always clean and well-cared for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Not far from the temple was a muddy swamp where a mischievous pig lived. The pig loved rolling in the mud and often mocked others for not joining in its messy fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;One day, as the temple elephant walked gracefully to the river for its daily bath, the pig spotted it and decided to cause trouble.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, elephant! Why are you always so clean? Come and roll in the mud with me—it’s fun! the pig called out, laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant stopped and looked at the pig calmly. “Thank you, pig, but I enjoy being clean and fresh. It’s part of who I am.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The pig smirked and, without warning, splashed mud all over the elephant. The villagers nearby gasped, expecting the elephant to lose its temper. But the temple elephant remained calm and said, “It’s alright, pig. You can enjoy the mud, but I’ll stay true to myself.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant walked to the river, washed off the mud, and returned to the temple as clean and serene as ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The pig watched, confused and surprised. It had expected the elephant to get angry or fight back. Curious, the pig approached the elephant later and asked, “Why didn’t you get angry when I splashed mud on you?”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant smiled and replied, “If I had fought back, I would have only made myself dirty. Staying calm and true to myself keeps me at peace. You see, I am a temple elephant, and I must reflect purity and dignity.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The pig felt ashamed of its actions and realized the wisdom in the elephant’s words. From that day on, the pig decided to respect the elephant and others who were different from it. Though it still loved rolling in the mud, it stopped splashing it on others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The villagers admired the temple elephant even more for its patience and wisdom. And while the pig and the elephant lived very different lives, they came to respect each other’s ways.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Moral of the story: Stay true to yourself and rise above negativity. Kindness and patience can inspire change in others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8663664508015286420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/8663664508015286420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/8663664508015286420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/8663664508015286420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2025/01/temple-elephant-and-dirty-pig-story.html' title='Temple Elephant and Dirty Pig Story - Kindness and patience can inspire and change in others'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduF6pB4F0I5fdlPmKAzryIac8CGZdcy01cPRkvMVEypti5oGdCpQKabt01oemXp3e3kcMNafTB1TU8iqv4pzulvD7Tp-IQfhWdfaclOLWvz6gyyqzdlCS77ui6ilx3Nhr61Epk0bXk49beU7yS9W42xe28APsJ3K8O44gL6Vgp-F_oL_NtduOPwlYT80/s72-w400-h400-c/A_serene_scene_featuring_a_majestic_temple_elephan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-4549393184563960016</id><published>2025-01-19T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-01-19T08:37:45.794-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father crow and pitcher story"/><title type='text'>Think and work hard - Every problem has solution - The Father Crow and Water story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrQ7oqWCVACCBTwqgAGc2inZ2tlO_-rTqRe3KtWXeUcr67TznF7aVPRXh6YRnwnllchcTH1s4_zSPCAK2EM1HWSHyjOihuneCr83b8OnKl1t1Ds6b4UNchu-0Hu9CluK32bt2k9xcSZT8L7gPKycQdAbcruwu8bnZ256OuM03SQOw1AaWvUNckUKp8kY/s266/father-crow-and-water-pitcher.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;father-crow-and-water-pitcher&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;180&quot; data-original-width=&quot;266&quot; height=&quot;271&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrQ7oqWCVACCBTwqgAGc2inZ2tlO_-rTqRe3KtWXeUcr67TznF7aVPRXh6YRnwnllchcTH1s4_zSPCAK2EM1HWSHyjOihuneCr83b8OnKl1t1Ds6b4UNchu-0Hu9CluK32bt2k9xcSZT8L7gPKycQdAbcruwu8bnZ256OuM03SQOw1AaWvUNckUKp8kY/w400-h271/father-crow-and-water-pitcher.jpeg&quot; title=&quot;father-crow-and-water-pitcher&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Once upon a time their lived a crow with its family in a big banyan tree. It was a hot summer day. Crow family got thirsty. Father crow went to search of water and he found some water and gave to its children and their mom. But father crow got thirsty. The water was not enough for him. He then fly to search of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The crow flying here and there in search of water. There was no water anywhere nearby anymore. At last; the father crow saw a pitcher lying nearby. But it had little water at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;
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The father crow inserted its beak into it, but the level of water was so low that it did not reach there. The crow saw some pebbles at a distance. Now it began to pick the pebbles by its beak and drop them in the pitcher, one by one, into the pitcher. In doing so, the level of water rose up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Now the father crow was able to drink water from the pitcher and quenched its thirst. At last he brought its children to drink the water. After the children drinks water they became happy and thanks to their father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Moral: Think and work hard, you may find solution to any problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;The dove saw from the branch of that banyan tree that ant is struggling. The dove dropped a dry leaf into the water, so that the ant could climb into it.&amp;nbsp; The ant climbed onto the leaf. The dove then carefully pulled the leaf out of the stream to the shore. The ant’s life was saved by the kind dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
After a few days, a fierce hunter came to the forest. The hunter saw the beautiful dove on the tree and aimed to shoot his arrow at it. The ant, which was saved by the kindness of the dove, saw the hunter aiming at his savior. Before the hunter could release his arrow, the ant bit the hunter on the foot. The hunter shouted due to the pain from the ant’s bite.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The dove was alarmed by the noise created by the hunter and flew to a safer place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral: Every good deed we do for others will&amp;nbsp; come back to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Every day, the monkey swung from tree to tree, exploring the jungle and having fun. One day, while playing near a river, the monkey spotted a long log floating in the water. It looked like a perfect bridge to cross to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeYi7y3D3R-cUZxvKdtMy0FajgdYjTiyguJNvD5THWeEwF8wEi4LewA6GV8cqpcg-0_ihqOCkVgxk5pHWWgRBk5fEN8aCy90JMPrAzgu7YJhahMaBSNYayeV0onKD6TK-HAGi5GfCgpE45L-e4UZW_4n6JB8k5Z-6HHIBwAORlggUmjokMCj0CVmFDO0/s1920/cute-monkey-standing-on-a-log.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1512&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1920&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeYi7y3D3R-cUZxvKdtMy0FajgdYjTiyguJNvD5THWeEwF8wEi4LewA6GV8cqpcg-0_ihqOCkVgxk5pHWWgRBk5fEN8aCy90JMPrAzgu7YJhahMaBSNYayeV0onKD6TK-HAGi5GfCgpE45L-e4UZW_4n6JB8k5Z-6HHIBwAORlggUmjokMCj0CVmFDO0/w400-h315/cute-monkey-standing-on-a-log.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Excited, the monkey hopped onto the log, thinking it would be an easy way to get across the river. But as soon as the monkey stepped on the log, it wobbled and tipped over. The monkey tried again, jumping higher, but the log kept tipping and spinning in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Frustrated, the monkey climbed off the log and sat on the shore, thinking hard. After a moment, it came up with an idea. The monkey gently pushed the log toward the riverbank, using its hands and feet to steady it. This time, the monkey carefully crawled across the log, making sure to balance itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Slowly but surely, the monkey made it to the other side, proud of its effort. It realized that sometimes, rushing ahead doesn’t work. Patience and careful planning were the key to success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moral of the story : Sometimes, rushing do&lt;br /&gt;esn&#39;t lead to success. 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This creature would gallop through the fields, feeling the wind rush through its fur, always boasting about how quick it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;One day, it saw a tiny creature slowly moving across the grass, leaving a tiny trail behind. The fast one laughed and teased the little creature for being so slow. The small one smiled and said, “I may be slow, but I get there in my own way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyrH56nMTWDk0HGxOhr1RAMKtZF9CqGeYJhgs0Dq7NPNHcH8i2Tqk8skPH3ZsyDcaOgZtfyPcFzcQuQhDNmERXYD1DPj184cy-6mqPl2fr0sguVff2IX7nuSpufc1spFYDDAEWFwul0nzCKDwBZ8RUTX2OcuMjrCaCerRBV9y_7hasNusflB9p1VtG4Y/s1280/horse%20and%20a%20snail.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;720&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1280&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyrH56nMTWDk0HGxOhr1RAMKtZF9CqGeYJhgs0Dq7NPNHcH8i2Tqk8skPH3ZsyDcaOgZtfyPcFzcQuQhDNmERXYD1DPj184cy-6mqPl2fr0sguVff2IX7nuSpufc1spFYDDAEWFwul0nzCKDwBZ8RUTX2OcuMjrCaCerRBV9y_7hasNusflB9p1VtG4Y/w400-h225/horse%20and%20a%20snail.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fast one thought this was silly and challenged the small creature to a race. Confident in winning, the fast one raced ahead and soon stopped to rest under a shady tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Meanwhile, the small creature continued its steady pace, moving slowly but surely. It passed flowers, rocks, and streams, enjoying the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;When the fast one woke up, it realized the small creature was nearly at the finish line! In a rush, the fast one tried to catch up, but it was too late. The small one had already finished the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;




&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Out of breath, the fast one learned that sometimes taking it slow and steady is the best way. From that day on, it took the time to appreciate the journey and not just the destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Can you guess the story. It was about a horse and a snail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Moral of the Story : Sometimes, slow and steady wins the race. It&#39;s not always about being the fastest, but about being patient, enjoying the journey, and staying steady in your efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5123377502163278737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/5123377502163278737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/5123377502163278737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/5123377502163278737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2025/01/horse-and-snail-bedtime-story.html' title='The Horse and The Snail - Bedtime Story'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisyrH56nMTWDk0HGxOhr1RAMKtZF9CqGeYJhgs0Dq7NPNHcH8i2Tqk8skPH3ZsyDcaOgZtfyPcFzcQuQhDNmERXYD1DPj184cy-6mqPl2fr0sguVff2IX7nuSpufc1spFYDDAEWFwul0nzCKDwBZ8RUTX2OcuMjrCaCerRBV9y_7hasNusflB9p1VtG4Y/s72-w400-h225-c/horse%20and%20a%20snail.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-8219335439257999434</id><published>2024-12-26T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2024-12-26T03:16:02.333-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship Story"/><title type='text'>The Monkey and The Tortoise : Friendship Story </title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time, a monkey and a tortoise were friends. They often spent time together in the forest, and one day, the monkey boasted about how fast he could run. The tortoise, slow and steady, listened quietly. To settle who was faster, the monkey challenged the tortoise to a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRS7j3zd34jRuZIPHERrovHo_RW1LGGORcRWKsryahnFD9JgqXxB9vyEYJXWiplDSSt8F40sIAjvqUkXIC9uRiiHovLiDWxeiDWFV9-vEO-PQ-bYlECJkBhtMvV-Cgcpl2JK8C7IgliVana5sPS364Mn5QM1NZGi1UyrGrhBJFxjdjJsVua6b0tRDpsA/s512/turtle.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;512&quot; data-original-width=&quot;512&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRS7j3zd34jRuZIPHERrovHo_RW1LGGORcRWKsryahnFD9JgqXxB9vyEYJXWiplDSSt8F40sIAjvqUkXIC9uRiiHovLiDWxeiDWFV9-vEO-PQ-bYlECJkBhtMvV-Cgcpl2JK8C7IgliVana5sPS364Mn5QM1NZGi1UyrGrhBJFxjdjJsVua6b0tRDpsA/w320-h320/turtle.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The race began, and the monkey immediately raced ahead, leaping from tree to tree. Confident of his victory, he stopped to rest, thinking he had plenty of time. Meanwhile, the tortoise, moving at his own slow pace, kept going without stopping. The tortoise passed the sleeping monkey and continued on his path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;When the monkey finally woke up, he saw the tortoise near the finish line. Panicked, he dashed to catch up, but it was too late. The tortoise had already won the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The monkey, feeling embarrassed, learned an important lesson that day: &quot;Slow and steady wins the race.&quot; The tortoise showed that perseverance and patience can often lead to success, even when others seem to have the advantage. From that day on, the monkey never underestimated the value of steady effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8219335439257999434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/8219335439257999434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/8219335439257999434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/8219335439257999434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2024/12/the-monkey-and-tortoise-friendship-story.html' title='The Monkey and The Tortoise : Friendship Story '/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRS7j3zd34jRuZIPHERrovHo_RW1LGGORcRWKsryahnFD9JgqXxB9vyEYJXWiplDSSt8F40sIAjvqUkXIC9uRiiHovLiDWxeiDWFV9-vEO-PQ-bYlECJkBhtMvV-Cgcpl2JK8C7IgliVana5sPS364Mn5QM1NZGi1UyrGrhBJFxjdjJsVua6b0tRDpsA/s72-w320-h320-c/turtle.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-8473868430898006906</id><published>2024-12-26T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2024-12-26T03:03:28.572-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friendship Story"/><title type='text'> The Mouse and The Elephant : Friendship Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time, in a dense forest, a tiny mouse lived happily. One day, while running through the forest, it accidentally bumped into a huge elephant. Startled, the elephant raised its trunk and said, “Watch where you’re going, little mouse!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E9u783G1p_vkr6sACr-SCB1bvj-GfWVFMkKmmbtetsIDy4ggr6fH4c00Wz6EzxVF_ZsWrG-kY7zG7HCFIpPB5TyevOIwopZ4ADHBDfAcKjBSC_6hsTWmYFtYc9ozfQG8AzcjfiugsTA0PbJkavshQQN1Fjsy1KF-5ioICq2fLs6ZfRxIzR47to0YgXk/s1792/mouse%20and%20elephant.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1792&quot; height=&quot;187&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E9u783G1p_vkr6sACr-SCB1bvj-GfWVFMkKmmbtetsIDy4ggr6fH4c00Wz6EzxVF_ZsWrG-kY7zG7HCFIpPB5TyevOIwopZ4ADHBDfAcKjBSC_6hsTWmYFtYc9ozfQG8AzcjfiugsTA0PbJkavshQQN1Fjsy1KF-5ioICq2fLs6ZfRxIzR47to0YgXk/w320-h187/mouse%20and%20elephant.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Terrified, the mouse apologized, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you.” The elephant laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not angry. You&#39;re so small, I almost didn’t feel you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Grateful for the elephant’s kindness, the mouse offered, “If you ever need help, just call me, and I’ll be there!” The elephant smiled, “Thank you, little one.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Days later, the elephant got caught in a hunter’s net. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t free himself. The elephant trumpeted for help, but no one came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Remembering his promise, the mouse hurried to the elephant’s side. He saw the net and quickly began nibbling at the ropes with his sharp teeth. After a while, the net broke apart, and the elephant was free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant was amazed and said, “You saved me, little mouse! I never thought you could help me.” The mouse grinned and replied, “It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. True friends always help each other!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;From that day, the mouse and the elephant became the best of friends, proving that even the smallest creatures can make a big difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8473868430898006906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/701740672916742620/8473868430898006906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/8473868430898006906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/701740672916742620/posts/default/8473868430898006906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsmoralstories.blogspot.com/2024/12/the-mouse-and-elephant-friendship-story.html' title=' The Mouse and The Elephant : Friendship Story'/><author><name>rsn.msr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13981052394309157654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E9u783G1p_vkr6sACr-SCB1bvj-GfWVFMkKmmbtetsIDy4ggr6fH4c00Wz6EzxVF_ZsWrG-kY7zG7HCFIpPB5TyevOIwopZ4ADHBDfAcKjBSC_6hsTWmYFtYc9ozfQG8AzcjfiugsTA0PbJkavshQQN1Fjsy1KF-5ioICq2fLs6ZfRxIzR47to0YgXk/s72-w320-h187-c/mouse%20and%20elephant.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-701740672916742620.post-4980365415901088516</id><published>2021-04-15T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2021-04-15T04:47:47.068-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The monkey and the crocodile story"/><title type='text'>Crocodile and Monkey short story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Monkey is sitting crocodile&#39;s back&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Once there lived a monkey in a jamun tree by a
river. The monkey was alone - he had no friends, no family, but he was happy
and content. The jamun tree gave him plenty of sweet fruit to eat, and shade
from the sun and shelter from the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;One day a crocodile came swimming up the river
and climbed on to the bank to rest under the monkey&#39;s tree. &#39;Hello&#39;, called the
monkey, who was a friendly animal. &#39;Hello&#39;, replied the crocodile, surprised.
&#39;Do you know where I can get some food?&#39; he asked. &#39;I haven&#39;t had anything to
eat all day - there just don&#39;t seem to be any fish left in the river.&#39;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Monkey talking with crocodile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&#39;Well,&#39; said the monkey, &#39;I don&#39;t eat fish so I
wouldn&#39;t know - but I do have plenty of ripe purple jamuns in my tree. Would
you like to try some?&#39; He threw some down to the crocodile. The crocodile was
so hungry that he ate up all the jamuns even though crocodiles don&#39;t eat fruit.
He loved the sweet tangy fruit and shyly asked whether he could have some more.
&#39;Of course&#39;, replied the monkey generously, throwing down more fruit. &#39;Come
back whenever you feel like more fruit&#39;, he added when the crocodile had eaten
his fill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;After that the crocodile would visit the monkey
every day. The two animals soon became friends - they would talk and tell each
other stories, and eat as much of the sweet jamuns as they wanted. The monkey
would throw down all the fruit the crocodile wanted from his tree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;One day the crocodile began talking about his
wife and family. &#39;Why didn&#39;t you tell me earlier that you had a wife?&#39; asked
the monkey. &#39;Please take some of the jamuns for her as well when you go back
today.&#39; The crocodile thanked him and took some of the fruit for his wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The crocodile&#39;s wife loved the jamuns. She had
never eaten anything so sweet before. &#39;Imagine&#39;, she said, &#39;how sweet would be
the creature who eats these jamuns every day. The monkey has eaten these every
day of his life - his flesh would be even sweeter than the fruit.&#39; She asked
her husband to invite the monkey for a meal - &#39;and then we can eat him up&#39; she
said happily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The crocodile was appalled - how could he eat his
friend? He tried to explain to his wife that he could not possibly eat the
monkey. &#39;He is my only true friend&#39;, he said. But she would not listen - she
must eat the monkey. &#39;Since when do crocodiles eat fruit and spare animals?&#39;
she asked. When the crocodile would not agree to eat the monkey, she pretended
to fall very sick. &#39;Only a monkey&#39;s heart can cure me&#39;, she wailed to her
husband. &#39;If you love me you will get your friend the monkey and let me eat his
heart.&#39;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The poor crocodile did not know what to do - he
did not want to eat his friend, but he could not let his wife die. At last he
decided to bring the monkey to his wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&#39;O dear friend&#39;, he called as soon as reached the
jamun tree. &#39; My wife insists that you come to us for a meal. She is grateful
for all the fruit that you have sent her, and asks that I bring you home with
me.&#39; The monkey was flattered, but said he could not possibly go because he did
not know how to swim. &#39;Don&#39;t worry about that&#39;, said the crocodile. &#39;I&#39;ll carry
you on my back.&#39; The monkey agreed and jumped onto the crocodile&#39;s back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The crocodile swam with him out into the deep
wide river. When they were far away from the bank and the jamun tree, he said,
&#39;My wife is very ill. The only thing that will cure her is a monkey&#39;s heart.
So, dear friend, this will be the end of you and of our friendship.&#39; The monkey
was horrified. What could he do to save himself? He thought quickly and said
&#39;Dear friend, I am very sorry to hear of your wife&#39;s illness and I am glad that
I will be able to help her. But I have left my heart behind on the jamun tree.
Do you think we could go back so that I can fetch it for your wife?&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The crocodile believed the monkey. He turned and
swam quickly to the jamun tree. The monkey leaped off his back and into the
safety of his tree. &#39;False and foolish friend,&#39; he called. &#39;Don&#39;t you know that
we carry our hearts within us? I will never trust you again or ever give you
fruit from my tree. Go away and don&#39;t come back again.&#39;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;adobe garamond pro&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The crocodile felt really foolish - he had lost a
friend and a supply of good sweet fruit. The monkey had saved himself because
he had thought quickly. He realised that a monkey and a crocodile could never
be true friends - crocodiles preferred to eat monkeys rather than be friends
with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a lion in the forest. He had a jackal as his minister. They both always went together for hunting. The lion used to kill the animals and the jackal got his share for helping the lion then and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One day, the lion fell-sick. He could not go out. But he was very hungry. He called the jackal and said, &quot;Dear friend, I am hungry. But, I am too sick to hunt. You have to help me get some food&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The jackal went off in search of prey. He found a donkey at last. He said to the donkey, &quot;Hello, Donkey Sir! The king of the forest wants to make you his minister&quot;. The foolish donkey was too happy to think of the plot. He followed the jackal. The lion killed the donkey. But, before eating, he felt so thirsty. He said to the jackal, “Take care of the donkey. I will return in no time&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As soon as the lion left, the jackal started eating the brain of the donkey. When the lion returned he found the donkey&#39;s brain missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He asked the jackal. &quot;Where is the donkey&#39;s brain?&quot; The jackal answered timidly, &quot;If he had a brain would he have come here?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;MORAL : A small thought saves a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived many pigeons of different colors in a farm. But out of them grey headed pigeons were many in number. The owner of the farm fed them regularly with grains. This was noticed by a jackdaw who lived near the farm. The jackdaw looked at the pigeons which were well fed and leading a happy life in the farm house. The Jackdaw envied at the pigeons every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5Ax0K6uknWmTyJDAWuEh8TFsgalEH9Ux2fD-lGquJE4HAjHRKHgySgXrLAVCEWkVYWq43sEWIvMARAbYF3wU6KzDxR5N7wXOJzCydXCc9Kvthy9svHEjCCLT1sVeZsJWeHI_KHcSlto/s1600/jackdaw+and+the+pegeons.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;The Envy Jackdaw and The Pigeons&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;270&quot; data-original-width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5Ax0K6uknWmTyJDAWuEh8TFsgalEH9Ux2fD-lGquJE4HAjHRKHgySgXrLAVCEWkVYWq43sEWIvMARAbYF3wU6KzDxR5N7wXOJzCydXCc9Kvthy9svHEjCCLT1sVeZsJWeHI_KHcSlto/s400/jackdaw+and+the+pegeons.jpg&quot; title=&quot;The Envy Jackdaw and The Pigeons&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The jackdaw decided to steal the grains from pigeons. It painted his body like that of a pigeon. Then he joined the pigeons as one of them. Thus he was able to&amp;nbsp; enjoy the grains daily. This continued for several days. But the pigeons never suspected him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But one day after a heavy feed, the jackdaw could not control himself. He started singing in enthusiasm and the pigeons noticed this strange voice. They came to know that he was not one among them. Out of anger all the pigeons pecked at the jackdaw so mercilessly that he began to bleed severely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The jackdaw flew away to save his life and went straight to his own group of birds, the jackdaws. But because of his painted body, they refused to accept him. So he was forced to flee away from that place in order to save his life. Thus he became a homeless wanderer throughout his life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Never pose to be what we are not to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a crow on a banyan tree. Everyday he used to watch with utter wonder the acts of an eagle. The eagle was used to stay a big tree that grows top of the mountain. He used to swoop down from there get hold of a rabbit and fly up again to the nest for its food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The crow was amazed by the feat of the eagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One day, he was so excited that he wanted to imitate like the eagle. So up he flew as high as he could. From there, he began to swoop down towards the rabbit. He came down and down. But alas, he could not control himself. He crashed on the ground and broke his beak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral : Thoughtless imitation will end in danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a wise cock in a village. He did his duties well. He crowed early in the morning, waking up the folks for their daily chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykADqo7AEbUGNm5IU25qZR6pDHFZ9d_bZtXGZ4qaMbAL9LoS5Nn8FbNcUZEymTuh5Lh8CQwiBDrlpwMWZG2co4FF4EQrFdk09hSXb-lItekAk3sFy7FqPI0DBjk5Z-XzTh_0v-cPHJ9E/s1600/the_dog_cock_fox.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;the_dog_cock_fox&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;546&quot; data-original-width=&quot;352&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykADqo7AEbUGNm5IU25qZR6pDHFZ9d_bZtXGZ4qaMbAL9LoS5Nn8FbNcUZEymTuh5Lh8CQwiBDrlpwMWZG2co4FF4EQrFdk09hSXb-lItekAk3sFy7FqPI0DBjk5Z-XzTh_0v-cPHJ9E/s400/the_dog_cock_fox.jpg&quot; title=&quot;the_dog_cock_fox&quot; width=&quot;257&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One day, the cock was taking rest on a tree top. A wicked fox passed that way. The fox looked up and saw the handsome cock perched on the tree. The fox decided to eat the cock. So, he said in as sweet a voice as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Hello, dear cock! I bring you news from Heaven. There is a new order laid for us. From now on, all birds and animals shall become friends and live together in peace”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The cock was astonished. He asked “Is it true?”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The fox replied yes. If you would like to test it, why not come down?”. Now, the cock began to think wise. He said, “Won’t you wait a minute. A few of our friends are coming along”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was the fox’s turn to be surprised, “Friends! Who are coming? What do you mean?. The cock answered “I can see some Hounds coming. Let us wait for them”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On hearing the words ‘Hounds’ the fox got annoyed. He started to run away. The cock asked “Why are you running? What happened to our friendship?”. The only reply was “Forget it”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;MORAL: WISE MEN CAN UNVEIL WICKEDNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was a hot summer day. A fox was feeling very hungry. He came from the jungle towards the seashore and searched food here and there. He could find anything. He just saw a small crab. He caught the crab with some hesitation. This is a small crab it can&#39;t feel my stomach. But I am hungry I should kill it and eat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Then the fox was about to kill the crab a hare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;ran that way from the near by bush. The fox became greedy. He thought, instead of eating this small crab let me eat the big hare. He let the crab go and went behind the hare. But, the hare had vanished into the bushes. The fox now felt sorry for letting the crab off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: A small amount things in hand is worth bigger amount in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once there lived a lion in the dense forest. He was the king of the forest. One day as the Lion walked proudly down a forest aisle, and the animals respectfully made way for him. On the way an Ass brayed a scornful remark as he passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The Lion felt a flash of anger. But when he turned his head and saw who had spoken, he walked quietly on. He would not honor the fool with even so much as a stroke of his claws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Do not resent the remarks of a fool. Ignore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One of the conman approached him and said, “Sir, why are you carrying a dog over your shoulder?” The Brahmin became angry and said “Are you blind? This is a goat, not a dog”. Saying this, he continued his journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second conman now asked the Brahmin, “You seem to be a wise person. Why are you carrying a dead calf?” The Brahmin was furious and yelled at him, “How stupid can you be to think of a goat as a dead calf!” He was a bit confused but started walking further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The third cheat walked towards the Brahmin and said, “Sir, why do you carry a donkey on your shoulder?” The Brahmin was completely confused. He thought that the goat was some kind of ghost who changed forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He got scared to such an extent that he left the goat and ran away. The three con men laughed at the gullible Brahmin and feasted on the goat. Their plan had worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Do not get carried away by what others say. Always believe in yourself and your instincts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once there lived a poor boy with his mother in a slum. One day his mother brought&amp;nbsp;some groundnuts from the master’s house. She kept it in a pitcher for her son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When his son came back from the school at evening he cried for food. The mother told him that she kept some groundnuts in the pitcher for him. The boy put his hand into that pitcher to get some nuts. But he took such big amount of nuts&amp;nbsp; with his hand. So that he could not draw his hand out again. There he stood, unwilling to leave a single groundnuts and yet unable to get them all out at once. He felt angry and disappointed because he was unable to get his hand out. He began to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;His mother watching him from a distance. She told to her son, “My dear son be satisfied with half the nuts you have taken and you will easily get your hand out. Then perhaps you may have some more nuts other time.” He did it as said by his mother and happily get his hand out with some nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Do not attempt too much at once. Be happy with little and try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5qi5RobsnfJu7_n7C3G3edcCDVZTx9R8Vo34gjtEKu6-R9HqGq18jy08HLihzR7k6-xPox31M8ePIrWI7An6lMTCaoyVWWG9KwhEmboBmYX4Jp4mt6JcIJ1CTjrvWTwLGhMY_-qjYdQ/s1600/the-selfish-Horse-and-Donkey.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;The Selfish Horse and The Donkey Story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1175&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1544&quot; height=&quot;303&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5qi5RobsnfJu7_n7C3G3edcCDVZTx9R8Vo34gjtEKu6-R9HqGq18jy08HLihzR7k6-xPox31M8ePIrWI7An6lMTCaoyVWWG9KwhEmboBmYX4Jp4mt6JcIJ1CTjrvWTwLGhMY_-qjYdQ/s400/the-selfish-Horse-and-Donkey.jpg&quot; title=&quot;The Selfish Horse and The Donkey Story&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time there lived a washer man in a village. He had a donkey and a horse. He was supposed to carry many bundles of cloth to the other town. So he loaded the donkey heavily and the three of them began their journey forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was a very hot day and the donkey started to get extremely tired. He asked the horse to share some of the load but the horse refused to say that it was not his duty to carry the load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Soon, the exhausted donkey could walk no further and collapse in the middle of the road. The washer man was determined to complete his journey. So, he put all the donkey’s baskets onto the horse and continued on his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The horse thought to himself, ”I wish I had helped the donkey before!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Never shy away from helping anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgg4P2yvjtYtdIfA_NIUZ_scQssDO4depS_8fTJvKK-GPGB0SfGbQohBp-QdbYMSRYbHBH7c7Ye1KfJ_lfcoWsxdFZ_VVEHCzDzMm9ajQR2xboo3i1ZTUQRV-RPrJqcmGBY3JCTuvTkU/s1600/crooked-tree-story.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;crooked-tree-story&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;900&quot; data-original-width=&quot;900&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgg4P2yvjtYtdIfA_NIUZ_scQssDO4depS_8fTJvKK-GPGB0SfGbQohBp-QdbYMSRYbHBH7c7Ye1KfJ_lfcoWsxdFZ_VVEHCzDzMm9ajQR2xboo3i1ZTUQRV-RPrJqcmGBY3JCTuvTkU/s320/crooked-tree-story.jpg&quot; title=&quot;crooked-tree-story&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There was a dense forest outskirt of the village. There was a woodcutter lived in this village. All trees were straight and tall. Their trunks were broad and shapely. But there was one tree which was having a crooked, shapeless trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The crooked tree was sad. He thought, How ugly I am! All others are straight and shapely. I am alone crooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One day the woodcutter came there. He looked around and said, I will cut all trees here except that crooked tree. That is of no use to me. He cut all other trees excepted crooked tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now, the crooked tree was happy for its crookedness. Only the crooked tree lived in the jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Be happy with what you are. Don&#39;t expect something extra ordinary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once there was a &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;flood in Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;. There was flood everywhere. Many houses drowned in the flood. There was a copper pot and an earthen pot in a house. Both these were washed away in the flood to a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The copper pot called the earthen pot and said, “My friend, you are made of mud. You are so weak. Please, come near me. I will save you”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The earthen pot replied, Thank you for your kindness, my friend. But let me swim to the bank by myself. The earthen pot began to swim towards the bank of the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As the copper pot tried to swim, water got filled into the pot and the copper pot drowned. But earthen pot reached the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: Weakness is not in appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Long long time there was a fighting between the birds and animals. All birds fought with their might against the animals and the animals gave fierce battle. The bats were indecisive. They thought “We can join with the birds because we can fly. We can also join with the animals because we don’t lay eggs. Anyway, we will wait and join with the winners”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;At one stage the birds were having a winning hand. The bats thought, “This is the time, we’ll join with the birds”. But lo! The times changed. The hands o hands of the animals began to be more powerful. The bats shifted support to animals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After&amp;nbsp; a long time the battle ended and the birds and animals came to compromise. But both now neglected the bats.That is the reason bats began to live in holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moral: A fair weather friend is often ill accepted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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