<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108</id><updated>2024-10-25T15:19:53.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moral Stories for Kids</title><subtitle type='html'> moral stories may help to&#xa; imrove kids mental development.Kids may learn politeness, kindness, discipline etc. &#xa; A Moral stories build good values and skills in kids.&#xa;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-3267688378747669992</id><published>2020-06-23T20:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-23T20:53:09.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paper Tiger</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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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Farmer John had a paddy field. In the monsoon he planted paddy. After a few months, he harvested the crop and got rice. His son sunny sold the rice in the market and got money. Many times animals damaged the crop and the farmer did not get much money. One day Sunny told his father,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;Keep a paper tiger under the Jack fruit tree near the field.The animals will think it is a real tiger and will run away.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;John made a huge tiger with big eyes out of thick yellow paper. Sunny stuck black paper stripes on it. Then he kept it under the jack fruit tree. He rubbed thick gum on it and made it shining and sticky. In the night, when the moon was shining, some rabbits came to the field. They saw the paper tiger. They thought it was a real tiger and ran away. The next night the rabbits came again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;The tiger is still there,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;said a rabbit, and they all ran away. When the rabbits came on the third night,one rabbit said, &lt;b&gt;&quot;The tiger is not walking. I&#39;ll go and see.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; He went close to the tiger and said,&lt;b&gt; &quot;Hallo!&quot; &lt;/b&gt;There was no reply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &quot;The tiger is not talking. It is not a real tiger,&quot;&lt;/b&gt;he told the other bravely. He went closer and touched the tiger. His paw got stuck. When he tried to loosen his paw, both his paw got stuck. Seeing this, the other rabbits ran away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The next day, the farmer came along. He saw the rabbit.&lt;b&gt; &quot;I&#39;ll show this rabbit to my family,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;he said. He put it in a bag and went home. John called his wife, and said,&lt;b&gt; &quot;Sunny&#39;s plan worked. I caught a rabbit. I&#39;ll show it to you.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The rabbit heard John&#39;s words. He was afraid. He wanted to run away but could not. He pretended to be dead and closed his eyes. John opened the bag and put the rabbit on the floor. He saw the rabbit with it&#39;s eyes closed. He thought it was dead. Leaving it there, he went inside.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When the farmer went in, The rabbit said to himself, &lt;b&gt;&quot;This is a good chance to run away,&quot; &lt;/b&gt;and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt; &amp;nbsp; Use your mind properly always, When you are in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;It is time to get ready for school,&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;said mother to Lily on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;Let us sleep a little longer, Mum,&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;said the children.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;Life is not all fun and all work. If you work a little you&#39;ll enjoy your fun better.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;said Mum.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The drowsy children got up. They liked to run about and play. Whenever they had little homework to do,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&quot; We&#39;ll do it later. There is still time.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; they said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, Mother had to sit with them and get the work done. The week rolled on. The teacher told the students to learn to write the alphabets. Mother wanted to take it up and check if her children knew it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;No hurry,Mum. There is so much time.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;said the children and put it off. But, Mother insisted that they complete the work. Sumana a neighbor came over a Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;Sume of us are going out to enjoy the weekend. We&#39;ll have a picnic. We&#39;ll return tomorrow evening. My mother has invited Lily and Nelly to join in the fun.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;said Sumana.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;Yea, yea,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;screamed the girls in their babyish voice and got ready without any problem. Mother packed up their clothes and allowed them to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The party tiny tots returned the next day. They had had a gala time. They were tired. Mother told them to rest. She did not worry. A few days back she had already prepared her children for the next day&#39;s class. What she told them was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Life is fun and work.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Take interest in your work. It is as necessary as fun.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; One summer morning Brownie hungry Jackal saw a mango tree full of fruit. He wanted to eat the mangoes but they were too high from him. He thought of a plan to get the fruit.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Brownie saw Pila the Camel nearby. He went to the camel with a basket and said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Uncle, can you take me for a ride near the mango tree?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Come, sit on my back.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; said the camel and took Brownie under the mango tree. Brownie could now reach the fruit. He plucked a basket full of fruit, but he did not want to give the camel any. He said,&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Uncle, let&#39;s go back.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; pila dropped Brownie back. On his way, he met Teja, the Giraffe. Teja said to Pila,&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Brownie plucked so many mangoes. Did he give you any.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;No,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;said Pila sadly. He did not like the way Brownie had behaved.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The following&amp;nbsp; morning Pila waited for Brownie thinking he would come along again. Of course Brownie came with his basket and asked,&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Uncle, can you take me to the mango tree?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Sit on my back,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;said Pila. Then Pila went towards a stream.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Uncle, why are you going this way&quot;,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; asked Brownie.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;I want to cool myself,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;said Pila.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He slipped into the stream and shook Brownie off his back. Brownie got wet but the water was not deep. He struggled a little and jumped on the bank of the stream. The wet feeling was not good. He had to dry himself in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;This is a lesson for me for not sharing the fruit with camel. I must not be selfish any more. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; must think of others,&quot;&amp;nbsp; he said to himself.&lt;/div&gt;
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Moral of the story :&amp;nbsp; &quot;Sharing Spreads Joy Around&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She asked her mother for a big teddy bear.&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/AVvXsEjIbUX54qp-Uoi_dtw9-J_6GPYdBxqXelAQtlTuiIdk-Hz0ilJyexx_Q37ZRhbwl4vAS06LRnLIrUvlaMzQDNYbC_0Lry0dahWmCtkGosFkoXXq-nOTapJJRqDvY9W_HlDFXkYSgzZNKlGE/s275/teddybear.jpg&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;183&quot; data-original-width=&quot;275&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbUX54qp-Uoi_dtw9-J_6GPYdBxqXelAQtlTuiIdk-Hz0ilJyexx_Q37ZRhbwl4vAS06LRnLIrUvlaMzQDNYbC_0Lry0dahWmCtkGosFkoXXq-nOTapJJRqDvY9W_HlDFXkYSgzZNKlGE/w320-h213/teddybear.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Maria, a big woolly teddy cost a lot.&quot; said her mother.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;How much?&quot; asked Maria.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Tow hundred rupees,&quot; said her mother,&amp;nbsp; &quot;I&#39;ll buy you a small one,&quot; she added.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Maria was not happy. She had her mind fixed on a big teddy- one like Sam had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Just then Maria&#39;s aunt from Mumbai arrived. Aunt brought Maria many gifts. Maria liked the gifts and thanked aunt but she was still thinking of a teddy bear. Maria&#39;s mother told her sister that Maria wanted a big teddy bear. It was costly and she could not afford it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Don&#39;t worry. Maria will soon have a bear of her choice,&quot; said Aunt. Then calling Maria, she said.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Maria, I&#39;ll give you 2 rupees as pocket money every day. Spend one rupee and drop the other in a box. By the end of seven months you&#39;ll have your teddy&quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;How long will that be?&quot; asked the little girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Well, before I leave from Mumbai you will get your cuddly teddy,&quot; Aunt said and the little girl smiled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Here is two rupees and here is a box.&quot;&amp;nbsp; said aunt and told Maria what to do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Maria was overjoyed. She made a small beginning.&amp;nbsp; Sometime she forgot and spent all the money on little things like sweets and balloons. At other times she saved all and dropped it in the box.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Maria slowly learn to save money. At the end of six month, Aunt wanted to see how she had done and asked her to count the money. The little girl had spent very little. In fact, she had saved a lot. She was able to buy herself the teddy bear before seven months were over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aunt took Maria to the toy shop and Maria got her teddy bear. there was a radiant smile on her face. When she went home she told her mum,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;Ma, I got the teddy bear of my choice!&#39;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Her eyes were gleaming. That night she cuddled the bear and went to sleep. She had pleasant dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Moral of story - &quot;Small beginning achieve great results&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3330713725480576197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4002772030532979108/3330713725480576197?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/3330713725480576197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/3330713725480576197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-day-of-small-beginning.html' title='The Day Of A Small Beginning'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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/AVvXsEjIbUX54qp-Uoi_dtw9-J_6GPYdBxqXelAQtlTuiIdk-Hz0ilJyexx_Q37ZRhbwl4vAS06LRnLIrUvlaMzQDNYbC_0Lry0dahWmCtkGosFkoXXq-nOTapJJRqDvY9W_HlDFXkYSgzZNKlGE/s72-w320-h213-c/teddybear.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-8808804989381204557</id><published>2020-06-01T06:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-01T06:03:57.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Silly Crow</title><content type='html'>&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/AVvXsEi8nSgIHqVAe7ZAfTrmvBKPU-0l1Vhhuqrc-IZOggfv1S0uVJ0p81AO4pFNpDnjQtx2PMFuLk14RQZ-IwS7WQ1kr6UqlOT46m8IOXZQa7TWUvrzqZGrD1pp_oQFfZW3N_OEQ9ZCKyf3YFlh/s1600/20200308_161409.jpg&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;752&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nSgIHqVAe7ZAfTrmvBKPU-0l1Vhhuqrc-IZOggfv1S0uVJ0p81AO4pFNpDnjQtx2PMFuLk14RQZ-IwS7WQ1kr6UqlOT46m8IOXZQa7TWUvrzqZGrD1pp_oQFfZW3N_OEQ9ZCKyf3YFlh/s640/20200308_161409.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qVBrXwTHkPK3Nminl2V3B_GNutpm39GkTNdYwUqjsvhzN6KgJpI3gvxTAc62FKF6xmp5xKsmd_Dsqz7MH8UCSVxCwGc3zUpjmatb83YRod6q8XuZgR5Dxr5L_ZSRQhF6iqgVVoS_fc2W/s1600/20200308_161409.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qVBrXwTHkPK3Nminl2V3B_GNutpm39GkTNdYwUqjsvhzN6KgJpI3gvxTAc62FKF6xmp5xKsmd_Dsqz7MH8UCSVxCwGc3zUpjmatb83YRod6q8XuZgR5Dxr5L_ZSRQhF6iqgVVoS_fc2W/s1600/20200308_161409.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There lived a crow on a tree top. Every day he would watch an eagle with wonder as it picked it&#39;s prey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The eagle had a nest high up on a mountain. He used to leap down from the tree to get hold of any small animal and fly up again in one go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The crow was shocked by the eagle&#39;s act of hunting. 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He flew as high as he could. From there he began to fly down to pick the mice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But he soon lost balance and began falling down and down. He crashed on the ground and break his beak. The crow felt foolish that he copied the eagle without understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/AVvXsEjPHpn8i_QCvHZ9hAG3V8RsfAvODH8Pp0mbMOg6WIA1tehe0XGFGhyphenhyphenHWSGunmcFodP7J2kKao1dfiWp3qf7sLOwaRFKTaXI2M0iWRSsSp40z3LtspCtAYEj_CQ43ARMoz50JrGNMtCtkjfs/s1600/20200308_161710.jpg&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;773&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;307&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHpn8i_QCvHZ9hAG3V8RsfAvODH8Pp0mbMOg6WIA1tehe0XGFGhyphenhyphenHWSGunmcFodP7J2kKao1dfiWp3qf7sLOwaRFKTaXI2M0iWRSsSp40z3LtspCtAYEj_CQ43ARMoz50JrGNMtCtkjfs/s640/20200308_161710.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qVBrXwTHkPK3Nminl2V3B_GNutpm39GkTNdYwUqjsvhzN6KgJpI3gvxTAc62FKF6xmp5xKsmd_Dsqz7MH8UCSVxCwGc3zUpjmatb83YRod6q8XuZgR5Dxr5L_ZSRQhF6iqgVVoS_fc2W/s1600/20200308_161409.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8808804989381204557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4002772030532979108/8808804989381204557?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/8808804989381204557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/8808804989381204557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-silly-crow.html' title='The Silly Crow'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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/AVvXsEi8nSgIHqVAe7ZAfTrmvBKPU-0l1Vhhuqrc-IZOggfv1S0uVJ0p81AO4pFNpDnjQtx2PMFuLk14RQZ-IwS7WQ1kr6UqlOT46m8IOXZQa7TWUvrzqZGrD1pp_oQFfZW3N_OEQ9ZCKyf3YFlh/s72-c/20200308_161409.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-1104049830776121821</id><published>2020-05-30T11:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2020-05-30T11:14:31.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Dishonest Milkman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Once there was a milkman named Hiralal. He was very cunning and became wealthy through dishonest means. Every day he delivered milk at the city. He had to cross a river daily to reach the city. While crossing the river, Hiralal would mix water of the river with the milk. He sold this milk to the people and earned good money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCb4A2VUCI7c6Vm4ImCijxJ6Ql1HlJg3Wo_rCRjYNbLMfdwGTxWSUBYu7MAwK1eNnQ3htKzAfBgMCLhMp5iFzI7J6mNxKE2d6FY7XQqrp6unzuXQxG4RueONXWSttfnOIaguQSKuBHdoR/s1600/20200308_155752.jpg&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;1183&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;295&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCb4A2VUCI7c6Vm4ImCijxJ6Ql1HlJg3Wo_rCRjYNbLMfdwGTxWSUBYu7MAwK1eNnQ3htKzAfBgMCLhMp5iFzI7J6mNxKE2d6FY7XQqrp6unzuXQxG4RueONXWSttfnOIaguQSKuBHdoR/s400/20200308_155752.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hiralal soon became a rich man. He fixed his son&#39;s wedding and was making arrangements for the same. He bought plenty of rich clothes, gold ornaments and gifts from the city shops.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While returning to his village on boat, a huge wave turned it upside down and all the costly purchases drowned into the river.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgassIaMGJPECxAr8h3jN7M7Wjv5h-kCZeODauCvVTQpg0Ghc30EHLLAd7jiNJJ-rlSLC-8Dg0dR_a_0Dpeyuajhrs6PuiAW6NjKOhAdsHA3oUipw6O7pLTtIL6_UZuNN7DaixyDFVuwEGi/s1600/20200308_155906+-+Copy.jpg&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;1136&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;283&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgassIaMGJPECxAr8h3jN7M7Wjv5h-kCZeODauCvVTQpg0Ghc30EHLLAd7jiNJJ-rlSLC-8Dg0dR_a_0Dpeyuajhrs6PuiAW6NjKOhAdsHA3oUipw6O7pLTtIL6_UZuNN7DaixyDFVuwEGi/s400/20200308_155906+-+Copy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Suddenly he heard a voice from the river. It said, &quot;Do not weep. What you have lost was earned by cheating people. Learn from your loss and earn a good living through honesty.&quot; Hiralal was ashamed of his dishonesty and promised to be truthful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Moral of the story :&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Honesty Is The Best Policy&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1104049830776121821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4002772030532979108/1104049830776121821?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/1104049830776121821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/1104049830776121821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-dishonest-milkman.html' title='The Dishonest Milkman'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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/AVvXsEjWCb4A2VUCI7c6Vm4ImCijxJ6Ql1HlJg3Wo_rCRjYNbLMfdwGTxWSUBYu7MAwK1eNnQ3htKzAfBgMCLhMp5iFzI7J6mNxKE2d6FY7XQqrp6unzuXQxG4RueONXWSttfnOIaguQSKuBHdoR/s72-c/20200308_155752.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-2116785071352895719</id><published>2020-05-28T17:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2020-05-28T17:10:47.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Foolish Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZmqT1rfPH-A3Edn09Tv01Maz7V1QIPLjTILLd_Edt_g0LTUA5rSm2xV_15PMcSUejUHlQFP46URp3WkdD4VFQaBYwMiucZdVVfLsbpj2chiv6dGQL2kQVRpHyt9F7r8fFxKmnmUZz02i/s1600/20200308_163310.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; color: #0066cc; float: right; font-size: 32px; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1600&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1144&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZmqT1rfPH-A3Edn09Tv01Maz7V1QIPLjTILLd_Edt_g0LTUA5rSm2xV_15PMcSUejUHlQFP46URp3WkdD4VFQaBYwMiucZdVVfLsbpj2chiv6dGQL2kQVRpHyt9F7r8fFxKmnmUZz02i/s400/20200308_163310.jpg&quot; width=&quot;285&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once a crow was sitting on the branch of a tree. he had a piece of cheese in his beak. Just then a fox walked under the tree.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5OHrCPZfZJ_spUkloqIuJwp6dJRphsdlmPm7abNUACv4SlIRunG7JPqT_PVmJ7aFoAL8ZkuC-wmg-YJUy9X9zr3qpWt5hyphenhyphenf3Vl4XGhC8Ir9iqCeDLnFztTKzwGoyG3ZCMus9zuOBcikh/s1600/20200308_163217.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5OHrCPZfZJ_spUkloqIuJwp6dJRphsdlmPm7abNUACv4SlIRunG7JPqT_PVmJ7aFoAL8ZkuC-wmg-YJUy9X9zr3qpWt5hyphenhyphenf3Vl4XGhC8Ir9iqCeDLnFztTKzwGoyG3ZCMus9zuOBcikh/s1600/20200308_163217.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKy8JmI8yvuNmqa8Zp5SP4MKCLb8PAECNZCY44bKv40YgynFSAKgiQh2RpBaZ0Je_xTRvTIm6J9_4jQMgVvpXzosVsWCH-xJF41Ioj9-5IaBEoRs5OSQn0m_D3SaIYSA5NIsfaSlrvjdwe/s1600/20200308_163521.jpg&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;1140&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;227&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKy8JmI8yvuNmqa8Zp5SP4MKCLb8PAECNZCY44bKv40YgynFSAKgiQh2RpBaZ0Je_xTRvTIm6J9_4jQMgVvpXzosVsWCH-xJF41Ioj9-5IaBEoRs5OSQn0m_D3SaIYSA5NIsfaSlrvjdwe/s320/20200308_163521.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5OHrCPZfZJ_spUkloqIuJwp6dJRphsdlmPm7abNUACv4SlIRunG7JPqT_PVmJ7aFoAL8ZkuC-wmg-YJUy9X9zr3qpWt5hyphenhyphenf3Vl4XGhC8Ir9iqCeDLnFztTKzwGoyG3ZCMus9zuOBcikh/s1600/20200308_163217.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox saw the crow enjoying a piece of cheese. He thought, &quot;Umm, that piece of cheese looks so Yummy! I should have that. I am a clever fox and I deserve it.&quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fox quickly made a plan. He wanted the crow to open his mouth so that the piece of cheese would fall down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The fox walked over to the foot of the tree and greeted the crow. But the crow did not return he greetings. The fox asked, &quot;Well, how are you today?&quot; Still the crow did not answer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEiwmdJWK5MGGvubbgBnNE7i3mTINeTJVFidSic5R3f3XAoyXJwIfxK7oRqBkR5Ck1Bd8mzYWNJVnQyYbK06kvxcffDEi16yFnCWD8hYv8jH4uPLdF_gd8L76JbAB3tJqo3BINssQc6sPlOR/s1600/20200308_163624.jpg&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;1352&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;337&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmdJWK5MGGvubbgBnNE7i3mTINeTJVFidSic5R3f3XAoyXJwIfxK7oRqBkR5Ck1Bd8mzYWNJVnQyYbK06kvxcffDEi16yFnCWD8hYv8jH4uPLdF_gd8L76JbAB3tJqo3BINssQc6sPlOR/s400/20200308_163624.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fox continued, &quot;oh well, you must be god. Your feathers look so shiny and black. Your eyes looks like sparkling diamonds. If only you could sing as good as you look, you will be called the king of all birds.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Happy with all the praise, the crow lifted his head and began to sing. And as he opend his mouth, the cheese fell down. The fox quickly picked up the cheese and ate it. As the crow looked sad for losing the cheese. He cried saying, &quot;Oh no! I dropped my cheese and you ate it.&quot; The fox smiled and replied, &quot;You were foolish to believe my false praise. I got what i deserved.&quot; Saying this, the fox walked away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEgtcizbqNQH9qJw8NYDD54_Qb6j-qqQqyYjA5uKSY5K8Aik8qgGFpl7qv1GaFsYOYM_ww2q7D9RryrEP76Y07M9Su_9aFQkeZcHqHqQ_A7J29UfaNpEYa95pm5HUmMroGdxh8w_vuVmq8nE/s1600/20200308_163458.jpg&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;1046&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;418&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcizbqNQH9qJw8NYDD54_Qb6j-qqQqyYjA5uKSY5K8Aik8qgGFpl7qv1GaFsYOYM_ww2q7D9RryrEP76Y07M9Su_9aFQkeZcHqHqQ_A7J29UfaNpEYa95pm5HUmMroGdxh8w_vuVmq8nE/s640/20200308_163458.jpg&quot; 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size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Once there lived a lion in the forest. He was the king of the animals. He killed many animals. The animals were in terror. They held a meeting. An old hare stood up. He was wise. He brought forth a plan. All the animals went to the lion. The animals told him that they would send one animal every day. The lion agreed.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; One day, it was the hare’s turn. He reached the lion late. The lion was angry. He asked the hare why he was late. The hare said that another lion had held him on the way. The lion told him to show the other lion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The hare led him to a deep well. The lion looked into the well and saw his own image in the water. He took his image for another lion. He at once jumped into the well and died. The animals lived happily after that.&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8997105028450499379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4002772030532979108/8997105028450499379?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/8997105028450499379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/8997105028450499379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-hare-and-lion.html' title='The Hare and the Lion'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-3773060582008525506</id><published>2020-05-15T15:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2020-09-22T16:38:10.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Honest Woodcutter</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Once there lived a poor woodcutter. He used to cut trees in the woods. One day he was cutting wood on the bank of a river. His axe fell down into the river. The river was deep. He could not take his axe out. He sat on the bank and began to weep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mercury, the god of water appeared. He asked the reason of his weeping. The woodcutter told the whole story. Mercury dived into the water and brought a golden axe. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;woodcutter refused to take it. Mercury again dived and brought a silver axe. The woodcutter did not take it either. Then he brought an iron axe. The woodcutter took it gladly. Mercury was much pleased. He rewarded the woodcutter with the other two axes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Moral:&quot; Honesty is the best policy&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3773060582008525506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4002772030532979108/3773060582008525506?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/3773060582008525506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/3773060582008525506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/2020/05/an-honest-woodcutter.html' title='An Honest Woodcutter'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-4843909493668358820</id><published>2020-05-09T15:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2020-05-09T15:20:36.584+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Bear and Two Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-NJKDsRm6fKPEX_a3cdTtYzpEmoCJiIO1J47g9uYC3Oq_FPvxS5YfXWmzNUN9VJ_N6z9KXUNAv-h_Jw6Co0UYXWKU4wU-mbFsSy_ZXB9vs1ifga-xzhgYcUdamOncuAWxuLWoxGQFcHF/s1600/20200308_163114.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;1600&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-NJKDsRm6fKPEX_a3cdTtYzpEmoCJiIO1J47g9uYC3Oq_FPvxS5YfXWmzNUN9VJ_N6z9KXUNAv-h_Jw6Co0UYXWKU4wU-mbFsSy_ZXB9vs1ifga-xzhgYcUdamOncuAWxuLWoxGQFcHF/s320/20200308_163114.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Viju and Raju were good friends. Once, while returning home, they were passing through a thick forest. as they came a long way walking, they felt tired and hungry. So they stopped at a tree to pluck fruits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; While they were busy eating the fruits, they saw a bear coming towards them. They were frightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As Raju knew to climb on a tree, he quickly ran to a tree and climbed up. He did not even look back at Viju.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Viju didn&#39;t know to climb a tree. But being an intelligent boy, he knew bears do not attack dead bodies. So he immediately lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. The bear came closer. It sniffed Viju and thinking he is dead body, walked away. After a while, Viju stood up and dusted his clothes. Raju also climbed down the tree. He asked Viju, &quot;what did the bear say in your ears?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Once a Fox was very thirsty. As he walked through the jungle in search of water, he came across a big well. He peeped into it to see if it had any water. The fox slipped and fell into the well. He tried to come out , but could not do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; While the goat began searching for water, the fox quickly climbed over the goat and jumped out of the well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He laughed at the foolish goat and said, &quot;I was just waiting for someone foolish like you to get me out of this well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Moral of the story:&quot;Look Before You Leap&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Maganlal&amp;nbsp; was very hard-working farmer. He worked day and night in the field to get a good crop every year. He had three sons but non of them bothered to help their father in his field. they would laze around the whole day and depend on their father for money. Maganlal was very worried about their future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The sons were happy to hear about the hidden treasure and went to the field the very next day. They dug every day and night but found nothing. Soon, as the rains showered over the field, they saw a rich crop of wheat over the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Moral of the story:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hard Work Is The Key To Success. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shyam was a famous sculptor. His work was so good that they looked like real people. One day Shyam dreamt that after 15 days, the angel of Death would come to take him away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shyam was worried. Suddenly he thought about an idea. Shyam made nine statues of himself. On the 15th day he heard the angle of death arriving. He stood between the statues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The angel could not see him and was surprise to see ten Shyams instead of one. He rushed back to the God of death and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;told him about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the God of death arrived , Shyam stood without moving. The God of death was puzzled. But he thought for a moment and said,&quot;Shyam, these statues are good. But they would have been perfect without this one mistakes.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Shyam was so proud of his work that he could not hear about any mistake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;He immediately came out and asked, &quot;What is the mistakes?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The God of death immediately&amp;nbsp;caught&amp;nbsp;him and said,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;; font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Here! The statues are perfect but your pride has marked your end.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a hot summer day. A thirsty ant was searching for some water. Soon she saw a river. She climbed up on a wall rock to drink water. But while drinking water, she slipped and fell into the river.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Dove was sitting on the branch of a nearby tree when it saw the ant fall into the river. He quickly took a leaf&amp;nbsp; and dropped into the river.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLrfpn62IKXPwfByaCUgEYtcjBiwGJ_5KlY682g3T_LjpO2Ww93o5rDBvE5ZDKsVu4KWWUlZutDIDwuqjtiPz9GADf4idJTT_31LqJsRFs5qy3ex6j1z215tCXn3EAImg0zSmZ5aAA5V1/s1600/20200308_162416.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;972&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;193&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLrfpn62IKXPwfByaCUgEYtcjBiwGJ_5KlY682g3T_LjpO2Ww93o5rDBvE5ZDKsVu4KWWUlZutDIDwuqjtiPz9GADf4idJTT_31LqJsRFs5qy3ex6j1z215tCXn3EAImg0zSmZ5aAA5V1/s320/20200308_162416.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The ant slowly moved and climbed on the leaf. As the leaf floated and reached the bank of the river, the ant jumped out. She looked up to the tree and thanked the dove.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dove escaped the danger and was saved. He looked down at the ant and thanked her. From that day onwards, the Dove and the Ant became very good friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moral of the story&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;: &quot;If You Do Good, Then Good Will Come To &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You&quot;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As they walked along, people started to admire the statue. Some stopped to praise the statue, while some bowed in respect for the goddess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a field one summer day a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to his heart&#39;s content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great effort an ear of corn he was talking to the nest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grasshopper : &quot;why not come and chat with me&quot;,&amp;nbsp; &quot;instead of &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; toiling and moiling away?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ant :&amp;nbsp; &quot;I am helping to lay up food for the winter.&quot; &quot; And &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; recommend you to do the same.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grasshopper : &quot;Why bother about the winter?&quot; &quot;We have got plenty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But the ant went on it&#39;s way and continued it&#39;s toil. When the winter came the Grasshopper found itself dying of hunger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then the Grasshopper knew...…..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a bright sunny day. The wind and the sun had a fight. The wind proudly said, &quot;I am stronger than you&quot;. The sun said, &quot;No. You are not&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just then, they saw a man passing by. He had covered himself in a blanket. The wind said, &quot;whoever makes the man remove the blanket is stronger. Do you agree?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The sun replied, &quot;Alright. You can try first.&quot; The wind started blowing. As the wind blew harder, the man held his blanket tighter. As the wind blew even harder, the man held his blanket still tighter. The harder the wind blew, the tighter stronger did the man hold his blanket. Soon the wind failed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now it was the sun&#39;s turn. The sun smiled gently at the man. The man started feeling warm and soon took off the blanket.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2896762498483977402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4002772030532979108/2896762498483977402?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/2896762498483977402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/4002772030532979108/posts/default/2896762498483977402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://kids-moralstories.blogspot.com/2020/04/sun-and-wind.html' title=' Sun and The Wind'/><author><name>Saba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05796295505523248422</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/AVvXsEhSilXZVHGAMYosWIzwgqykK6QrIDbY53GQeeoPf82q-tdskW-G4p1ebcuVWGuNh-AKuFyqYp9KHGrsNwQFcbkHgjdZNbzStb4lHTP0GRMHpeV8HEwP8F391JBKdvhZ-f5uVKIAYihoVaxx/s72-c/20200308_154919.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002772030532979108.post-4744234835144325190</id><published>2020-03-21T07:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2020-06-23T20:09:47.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moral Stories</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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