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The book 'Wonder' is about August Pullmans story. He is also known as Auggie. Auggie is a boy born with a difference. He goes to school for the first time. At Beecher Prep, his school, Auggie faces bullying. Julian is one of the kids who bullies him. Auggie also finds good friends. His friends are Jack Will and Summer. The story is told from peoples perspectives. It shows how they struggle and grow. I remember a school trip that really stands out. Auggie and his friends support each other. As time passes Auggies classmates start to accept him. By the end of the story people see Auggies courage and kindness. He even gets a standing ovation. Students, teachers and parents all cheer for him.
This story shows that people can change. It also shows that empathy is very important.

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This narrative follows the tale of a prince who embarks on a challenging journey to win the hand of a beautiful princess, whose mother, an old queen, imposes dangerous tests on her suitors. Guided by a group of six extraordinary servants, each possessing unique abilities, the prince successfully conquers the queen's three daunting challenges: retrieving a ring from the sea, consuming an exorbitant amount of food and drink, and remaining awake while guarding the princess. Despite their success, the queen discourages the princess from accepting the prince, prompting further trials. Ultimately, the prince orchestrates a clever ruse to humble the proud princess by making her believe he is a mere pig keeper, only for her to realize his true identity later. Through wit, the loyalty of his magical servants, and humility, the prince earns the princess's love, and they eventually marry, celebrating their triumph over adversity. This story emphasizes the themes of perseverance, teamwork, and the value of humility.

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as soon as mrs Karmelita walked away Megan tugged on angels hair and urgently whispered thats Jilly! angel spun around the school hall forgetting she was talking to someone in her backpack and to cut the story short angel and her friend went to find Mrs Karmelita and their conversation goes like Yes, we’re more similar than you know, Angel.” Mrs. Karmelita smiled at Angel. “We were both fascinated with the unusual too, again like yourself and Tessa. Our dream was to investigate the paranormal and write about it.  Mrs. Karmelita suddenly drew closer to Meghan. “Did I just see a gleam in the doll’s eye? Meghan’s eyes used to gleam like that when she got excited about something…

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Peppper and Carrot were taking care of a donkey when a herd of unicorns passed by. The donkey wanted a horn too. So Pepper made different potions but none of them worked. Carrot ended up sticking a plunger on the donkey’s head and it was happy.

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The story revolves around two stepsisters, Anne and Kate, who overcome a queen's jealousy and enchantment through their bond and bravery. Anne, the prettier sister, is targeted by the queen who envies her beauty. The queen conspires with a henwife to ruin Anne's looks, but when her third attempt succeeds, Anne's head is replaced with a sheep's head. Kate, devoted and clever, takes matters into her own hands, seeking refuge in a castle where a king's son suffers from a mysterious ailment. Kate's courage leads her to follow the ailing prince on nocturnal escapades to a fairy realm, where she cleverly obtains magical items to reverse both her sister’s curse and heal the prince. With love blossoming for both sisters, Kate’s strategic acts lead to her sister Anne regaining her beauty, the restoration of the prince’s health, and ultimately, all four living happily ever after in harmony and fulfillment. The narrative underscores themes of loyalty, wit, and the triumph of good over malice.

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Tom riddle also known as lord Voldemort is the main villain of this book when Harry entered the chamber he sent the basilisk that was hiding inside the chamber for thousands of years and was placed there by voldermort’s ancestor Salazar slytherin who enchanted it to only be able to be unlocked by parselmouths since harry has a piece of voldermort’s souls in him harry could also open his chamber 

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Once upon a time, on a beautiful night, the earth was softly sleeping under the moon’s gentle light. High up in a tree, there was a cozy little nest where a baby bird was tucked in tight. As the whippoorwill sang a faint, soothing note, everything around became quiet and still. The baby bird closed its eyes, listening to the peaceful night. “Sleep well, little one,” whispered the wind. “I’ll sing you a lullaby to help you dream tonight.” While the baby bird slept, a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of flowers, filling the air with lovely dreams. The great moon above spread its wings, casting a warm glow over the slumbering world.The winds sang softly all night long, helping the baby bird to rest, safe and sound in its nest. The earth and air joined together, like loving parents, keeping watch over their tiny friend. Even the stars in the sky gathered close, as if to say, “We’ll protect you, little one, until the break of day.” And as the baby bird slept, a great wing from far away came to fan its dreams, keeping it safe until the morning sun appeared.

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Pepper is concerned about her garden because her godmothers litter and pollute the garden to the point the fruits and vegetables turn out weird. Eventually, her godmothers give in and start to recycle everything. 

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This story revolves around a young girl named Maria and her brother Frederic, who experience a magical adventure on Christmas Eve. The children eagerly await their peculiar godfather, Dr. droselmeyer, who gifts Maria a wooden Nutcracker doll resembling a soldier. A series of fantastical events unfold after Maria tends to her damaged Nutcracker, leading to a battle between toys and mice led by the fearsome Mouse King. During the mystical journey, Maria discovers the Candy Kingdom, a fantastical realm filled with sweets and gratitude. The story concludes with Maria realizing that her adventures were real when the Nutcracker, revealed as Dr. Drosselmeyer’s nephew under a spell, vows to marry her when she is older, culminating in a fairytale ending. The narrative is filled with elements of fantasy and imagination, underscoring themes of bravery, loyalty, and the power of belief.

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This classic Christmas carol describes a sequence of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of Christmas. Starting with a partridge in a pear tree on the first day, the list of gifts grows with each subsequent day, including items such as two turtle doves, three French hens, and five gold rings, among others, until it culminates with twelve lords a leaping. The song's structure builds cumulatively, with each verse adding a new gift while repeating all previous gifts, creating a festive, melodic pattern. It showcases elements of generosity and the joy of giving, often interpreted as representing various Christian symbols, though primarily celebrated for its jovial and whimsical nature.

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Angel smuggled Meghan into school in her backpack Meghan wasn’t sure she wanted to do it – she didn’t want the memories to make her even more sad than she already was – but Angel thought it might actually make her feel better to share her stories of the good times she’d had in school. Everything looks the same Meghan exclaimed quietly as she sat half in half out of Angel's backpack and she said oh the wallpaper is different and oh that wing was not here when I was here and to cut the story short Angel found Mrs. Karmelita, she used to be Megan’s teacher and( to cut the story short again) Angel really wanted to get home to discuss things properly with Meghan, but there was something strange in Mrs. K’s voice…

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This story is a whimsical and adventurous tale about a couple who long for a child and magically receive a son named Peter. Peter is eventually entangled in a dangerous encounter with a Baba Jaga, a fearsome witch, who tries to deceive him with her tricks. Fortunately, Peter’s innate caution helps him evade her initially. However, the witch ultimately captures Peter using a ruse to disguise her voice. The determined and devoted service of the family's faithful servant, along with a clever cat, ultimately outsmarts the Baba Jaga, leading to Peter's triumphant rescue. The narrative highlights themes of love, bravery, and cleverness against malevolent forces, encouraging resourcefulness and loyalty in overcoming obstacles.

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Meghan was silent for a while until she said i’ don’t know what happened i was just out side HER house and the next minute i was… Angel asked Meghan can you start from the beginning? whose house? and to cut the story short Meghan said that she had went out on an afternoon Sunday she smelt rosemary and to sit the story short again she did not realise that it had been sixty years since she had been transformed into a doll and angel thought of bringing her to the place where she last remembered she had her soul put in a doll so they planned to go to them shed where she got her soul in a doll…

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This story follows a Little Pumpkin's journey of self-Discovery and growth in a field where he thrives under the care of Mother Vine. As he matures, the Little Pumpkin becomes anxious about becoming a Jack-o'-lantern, a task he believes he is expected to fulfill. Comforting words from the sun and the wind help ease his worries, encouraging him to focus on growing. As time passes, he becomes a large, golden pumpkin, admired for his size and strength. On a frosty morning, children come to the field, choosing him to be their special Jack-o'-lantern for a feast, where he proudly serves as both decoration and a source of delicious treats. The story highlights themes of self-acceptance, fulfilling one's potential, and the simple joy of being content with oneself.This story follows a Little Pumpkin's journey of self-discovery and growth in a field where he thrives under the care of Mother Vine. As he matures, the Little Pumpkin becomes anxious about becoming a Jack-o'-lantern, a task he believes he is expected to fulfill. Comforting words from the sun and the wind help ease his worries, encouraging him to focus on growing. 

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A little back from the high road there stands a house which is called ‘Hemgard.’ Perhaps you remember the two beautiful mountain ash trees by the reddish-brown palings, and the high gate, and the garden with the beautiful barberry bushes which are always the first to become green in spring, and which in summer are weighed down with their beautiful berries.

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pepper wakes up in her bed confused she looks around only to see that her bed is flying just then she remembers that today is the day of a potion contest she sees carrot and carrot drops a pair of clothes and a potion on the bed.pepper breaths sigh of relief and gets changed but when she checks the potion she is not happy at all.at the potion contest she seems mad and grumpy.her rivals are 3 other girls who are masters at potions and the 1 girl starts first.she pours her potion on a chick and it becomes zombiefied everyone applauses for her and pepper seems amazed too.the next contest rudely scoffs and pours her potion on a chick she introduces her potion that it is a potion of poshness.the judge is stunned and exclaimed excitedly about how it could make everyone rich.the 3 participant is a shy girl who is scared to introduce her potion the rude girl snatches her potion making a fall on the chick and turning into a giant.everyone runs away in fear all except pepper she takes he magic broom and  she defeats the giant and turns it back she wins the contest and ends winning.

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This story tells us what environment is Luca in and even little lies that he has told! Luca loves reading books , but the unfortunate thing is that he lives in a lighthouse where the windows would block the sun from coming in and giving him light to read his books.But Luca still found a way to read his books , the big lamp would turn every few seconds , so he could read word by word. 

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The story follows Jonathan Harker, a young man who travels to Transylvania to assist Count Dracula with purchasing a house in England. Upon arriving at Dracula's ominous castle, Jonathan becomes a captive and discovers Dracula’s sinister nature. Meanwhile, in England, Jonathan’s fiancée Mina and her friend Lucy face terrifying encounters with Dracula, who leaves Lucy gravely ill and eventually transforms her into a vampire. Despite efforts by Professor Van Helsing and the others to save Lucy, they are too late, and she ultimately finds peace through a difficult but necessary ritual. To protect Mina and stop Dracula's reign of terror, Jonathan and his companions embark on a perilous mission to destroy Dracula’s boxes of earth, which grant him strength, while racing against time to thwart his plans back in Transylvania. With Mina's help, they finally vanquish Dracula, ending his evil curse. Although Quincey, a friend, sacrifices his life during the battle, Dracula is destroyed, and peace is restored. Mina and Jonathan go on to honor their fallen companion by naming their son after him, signifying hope and the continuation of life beyond Dracula's dark shadow.

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Jonathan Harker travels to Transylvania to help Count Dracula buy a house in England, but finds himself imprisoned in Dracula’s castle. After escaping and returning to England, he and a group of…

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This story follows a Little Pumpkin's journey of self-discovery and growth in a field where he thrives under the care of Mother Vine. As he matures, the Little Pumpkin becomes anxious about becoming a Jack-o'-lantern, a task he believes he is expected to fulfill. Comforting words from the sun and the wind help ease his worries, encouraging him to focus on growing. As time passes, he becomes a large, golden pumpkin, admired for his size and strength. On a frosty morning, children come to the field, choosing him to be their special Jack-o'-lantern for a feast, where he proudly serves as both decoration and a source of delicious treats. The story highlights themes of self-acceptance, fulfilling one's potential, and the simple joy of being content with oneself.

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I like this book as it is interesting and fun to read. Once you stop reading in the middle of the book you start wondering what will happen next.I also love that this book has a saying “Now every Halloween, kids look up at the starry sky, waiting for the Princess who rides the broom with wings, because she leaves them
the most delicious candy of all...”

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Once upon a time, in a land where autumn painted the leaves in hues of red, yellow, and orange, a group of special friends gathered every year on All Hallow’s Eve. They were not ordinary friends but charming, delightful witches who loved to frolic and play. On this special night, the witches dressed up in their finest – beautiful white dresses, tall pointed hats of brilliant scarlet, and cloaks that swished with every movement. And let’s not forget their brooms, not used for cleaning, but for flying around under the moonlit sky!

As the sun set and the moon took its place in the star-speckled sky, the witches began to gather. Each witch brought her broomstick, treating it as a beloved pet. One by one, they stabled their broomsticks at the back, patting them affectionately before stepping to the front and greeting their friends with a graceful bow.

“Now, are we all ready for our magical mischief?” asked the oldest witch, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“All ready!” chorused the rest, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.

And so began their playful antics, they danced and swirled in the moonlight, their voices weaving a song of mirth and magic. “Beware, young man, now escape while you can!” they sang, their laughter echoing through the quiet night.

As they danced, their cloaks billowed around them, and their brooms waved high in the air. They teased and chased each other, their laughter ringing through the night, adding to the enchantment of All Hallow’s Eve. One of the witches, the youngest, looked at her friends and giggled, “Just imagine if someone actually took our warnings seriously!”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be a sight!” another witch cackled, her eyes glinting with mirth.

Yet, in their hearts, they were as gentle as the morning dew, their warnings meant only in good fun and not to scare.

As the night drew closer to the dawn, a call rang out among the witches, “There’s one, girls!”

Immediately, an excited chorus echoed, “Oh, catch him! Catch him!” And with that, they seized their brooms and flew off into the night, their silhouettes disappearing into the early morning mist. Each All Hallow’s Eve, they returned, the playful witches spreading joy and a magical charm that filled the air. And if, dear children, you ever find yourself on an All Hallow’s Eve with the sight of these charming witches, remember their playful warnings, but don’t forget to enjoy the magic of the night. For in every corner of the world, magic exists, sometimes where we least expect it.

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In this whimsical tale set in the heart of France, a mischievous spirit known as Puck delights in playing pranks on unsuspecting villagers, especially targeting cowboys and shepherds during the night. Puck possesses the magical ability to transform into various shapes except a needle, which betrays his true identity. His antics include unfastening cows' chains and tangling horse manes, leading to humorous chaos. In one episode, Puck tricks a man named William disguised as a sheep, causing a fright and a dash for home. Another incident involves Puck tricking a young couple on their way to the church for their wedding by providing enchanted thread that disintegrates during the ceremony, though the wedding continues amid laughter and surprise. This narrative explores themes of mischief and humor as Puck's enchantments bring both inconveniences and amusement to the villagers.

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Pepper was mixing together a spell to make her broom fly. But carrot came in. Pepper already told Carrot not to jump in the mixing bowl but when she was not looking, Carrot jumped in. Then when pepper needed to fly with her broom, She had to tie Carrot on a rope to the broom and they flew.

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A young boy named Pedro who lives a challenging life with his cruel stepmother after his mother's death. Despite enduring hardships and scorn from others due to his worn out clothing, Pedro finds solace and unforeseen blessings from Saint Anthony whose image resides in a nearby chapel. When Pedro visits the saint, weird events occur: his ragged attire transforms into new clothes, and after obeying his stepmother's demands to fetch water from a supposedly dry spring, it miraculously flows generously for him. His stepmother remains skeptical, suspecting deceit, and sends him on another daunting task to gather wood in the dark. Overwhelmed, Pedro encounters Saint anthony, who instructs him to collect roses instead. Upon returning home, the roses turn into wood. Witnessing her continued mistreatment and disbelief, St. Anthony transforms the unjust stepmother into an owl, condemned to fly by night.

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This book is about fighting and pepper went to jail and got saved.

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Transcript

Title

Episode 36: The Surprise Attack

Page 1

Wasabi

AN APOLOGY? You can't be serious!

THROW THIS FOOL IN JAIL!

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Shichimi

I... I am sorry for what happened...

...you know, with our fight.

I... I had to do it.

Pepper

Don't worry - I know. Thanks for coming.

Shichimi

This magical cell is really strong - they've gone all out for you!

Pepper

Ha ha!

Shichimi

Keep it down, they'll hear us.

Rat

LAP LAP LAP

Shichimi

You know, another reason I came is that I was admitted into Wasabi's inner circle right after the ceremony. And I learned of her plans...

Page 5

Shichimi

It's awful, Pepper.

Wasabi wants to dominate all other schools of magic, pure and simple...

She will leave at dawn with an army of witches for Qualicity...

Pepper

Oh, no! Coriander! And her kingdom!

Shichimi

And Zombiah magic! We must warn her at once!

A pilot and dragon await us on the platform, to get us out of here.

That's it, the lock finally gave way!

Sound

Ching!

Pepper

Bravo! I'll get Carrot and my hat.

Rat

squeak!

Carrot

HISSSS!

Sound

CLANG!

Rat

squeeee!

Sound

CLUNK! CLANG! CLANK! CLANG!

Pepper

!!!

Shichimi

!!!

Guard

GUARD! COME HERE!

AN INTRUDER IS FREEING THE PRISONER!

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Shichimi

We were so close...

Pepper

Yeah, so close.

By the way, do you know why Wasabi has it out for me?

Shichimi

She's afraid of the Chaosah witches, Pepper...

Especially of your chain reactions. She believes they are a major threat to her plans.

Pepper

Oh, that, pfff... No need for her to fret; I've never managed to set off any of those.

Shichimi

Really?

Pepper

Yes, really, ha ha ha!

Shichimi

Hee-hee! She's so paranoid...

Page 7

King

Officer! Can you confirm that this is the temple of that witch?

Officer

Highly likely, my liege! Several of our spies have spotted her here recently.

King

GRrrr... So, that threat to our art of war and traditions lives here!

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Pepper

cough cough!!

Shichimi! Are you alright?

Shichimi

Yes, I'm fine! What about you? And Carrot?

Pepper

We're fine.

What the heck... I... can't... believe it...

Shichimi

Where did those soldiers come from?! And with catapults?! What do they want?

Pepper

I don't know... But those two I do know.

Shichimi

?

!!!

Torreya, over here!

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Torreya

What's up with her?

Shichimi

Pepper? Is everything okay?

Pepper

Yes, I'm fine. I've just realized something.

Everything that's happened is, directly or indirectly, the result of my actions, my choices...

...in other words, my chain reaction!

Shichimi

Really? You'll have to explain.

Torreya

Enough chat, we're in the middle of a battlefield. We can talk about it once we're flying. Hop on, Pepper!

Shichimi

Torreya is right. We need to get to Qualicity, no matter what.

Pepper

Hold on a second.

Wasabi's army is about to counter-attack. We can't let them kill each other like that.

I feel that it's my responsibility to end this battle.

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Sound

Schsss! Schii! Hfhii! Dziing! Fiizz! Fiizz! Dziing! Hfheee! Schii! Schsss!

Pepper

This spell was the first draft of my anti-war spells.

It converts mortal foes into friends...

...and violence into love and compassion.

Shichimi

Wow! Well... that's terrific, Pepper! They've stopped fighting!

Torreya

It's working!

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Credits

December 15, 2021 Art & scenario: David Revoy. Beta readers: Arlo James Barnes, Bhoren, Bobby Hiltz, Craig Maloney, Estefania de Vasconcellos Guimaraes, GunChleoc, Karl Ove Hufthammer, Nicolas Artance, Pierre-Antoine Angelini, Valvin. English translation: Arlo James Barnes, Bobby Hiltz, Estefania de Vasconcellos Guimaraes, Frederic Mora, GunChleoc, Karl Ove Hufthammer, Pierre-Antoine Angelini, Zane Waldman. Proofreading: Craig Maloney. Based on the universe of Hereva Creator: David Revoy. Lead maintainer: Craig Maloney. Writers: Craig Maloney, Nicolas Artance, Scribblemaniac, Valvin. Correctors: Willem Sonke, Moini, Hali, CGand, Alex Gryson. Software: Krita 5.0β, Inkscape 1.1 on Kubuntu Linux 20.04. License: Creative Commons Attribution 4.0. www.peppercarrot.com

Pepper

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For this episode, thanks go to 1036 patrons!

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Naomi who is the person on the cover of the book (the yellow frog) is a smart kid but her people skills could use some work.Her father(the metal fish at the top left hand side) gave her a book to read and improve her people skils.After reading the book she learnt how to manipulate people into doing things for her like making her brother make her ice cream or making her sisters teach her how to draw new characters

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Bella is a little broom left behind on Halloween night… but with the help of magical objects in a dusty room, she finds sparkle, flight and a royal friend. This heartwarming fairy tale inspires confidence, and imagination!!

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This story tells the tale of Psyche, a beautiful mortal woman whose surpassing beauty provokes the jealousy of the goddess Aphrodite. To exact revenge, Aphrodite sends her son Cupid to make Psyche fall in love with a lowly man, but Cupid himself falls for Psyche. Despite men's admiration, Psyche remains unmarried because her beauty is deemed too divine. Her father consults an oracle, which ominously declares that Psyche must be left on a rock to be devoured by a monster. However, Cupid rescues her, and she finds herself in a magnificent, unseen lover's palace. Her wish to see her sisters leads to their treacherous influence, prompting her to uncover and unknowingly betray Cupid's identity. Abandoned, Psyche endures a series of trials imposed by Aphrodite, aided by compassionate creatures. Cupid, recuperating from a wound, eventually intervenes by appealing to the gods, culminating in Psyche's ascent to immortality and a rightful place among the gods, ending the envy-driven turmoil orchestrated by Aphrodite and those who wished her harm.

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This story revolves around the mythological figure Theseus, a young Greek hero, who embarks on a perilous journey to Athens, overcoming various challenges and adversaries along the way. Upon arriving, he discovers a looming threat to Athens involving a labyrinth inhabited by the fearsome Minotaur on the island of Crete. Prompted by the sacrifice of Athenian youths to this creature, Theseus volunteers to enter the labyrinth to defeat the Minotaur. With the aid of Ariadne, the daughter of the Cretan king, Theseus uses a silken thread to navigate his way through the labyrinth successfully, slaying the Minotaur and saving the captives. However, in his haste to return to Athens and forgetfulness to change the ship's sails from black to white, his father Aegeus mistakenly believes Theseus has perished and tragically takes his own life. Theseus, upon his return, becomes the new king and leads with guidance from his mother, gaining affection and respect from the people.

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Angel ran into the house and up the stairs and she ripped the closet door open but Meghan (she started to think of the doll as Meghan) was not there!! panicked she ripped around the room looking for it but Meghn was nowhere to be found then she screamed April (april was her sister) if you had taken the doll ill kill you! as she punded into her sisters room April started to cry at the same time angels mom stormed into the room after hearing the sound of angels sister crying and to cut the story short angel did some stuff she belived that would bring her back to life and it worked and Meghan (the doll) for the first time could be able to communicate to angel without doing the blinking thing (last two chapters) and she said the things she had to thank her Meghan said first of all thank you for not giving up on me and just a few moments later Meghan began to tell her story of how she (her soul) ended up inside the doll…

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It was very hot when Uncle Paul and Jules started out. With a burning sun, they were sure to find the caterpillars in their silk bag, where they do not fail to take refuge to shelter themselves from a light that is too glaring for them; at an earlier or later hour, the nests might be empty, and the journey a fruitless one.
His heart full of the naïve joys proper to his age, his mind preoccupied by the caterpillars and their processions, Jules walked at a good pace, forgetting heat and fatigue. He had untied his cravat and thrown his blouse back on his shoulders. A stick, cut by his uncle from the hedge, served him as a third leg.
In the meantime the crickets chirped louder than usual; frogs croaked in the ponds; flies became teasing and persistent; sometimes a breath of air all at once blew along the road and raised a whirling column of dust. Jules did not notice these signs, but his uncle did, and from time to time looked up at the sky. Masses of reddish mist in the south seemed to give him some concern. “Perhaps we shall have rain,” said he; “we must hurry.”
About three o’clock they were at the pine wood. Uncle Paul cut a branch bearing a magnificent nest. He had guessed right: all the caterpillars had returned to their lodging, perhaps in prevision of bad weather. Then they sat in the shade of a group of pines, to rest a little before returning. Naturally they talked about caterpillars.
“The processionaries, you told me,” said Jules, “leave their nests to scatter over the pines and eat the leaves. There are, in fact, a great many branches almost reduced to sticks of dry wood. Look at that pine I am pointing at; it is half stripped of leaves, as if fire had passed over it. I like the way the processionaries travel, but I can’t help pitying those fine trees that wither under the miserable caterpillar’s teeth.”
“If the owner of these pines understood his interests better,” returned Uncle Paul, “he would, in the winter, when the caterpillars are assembled in their silk bags, have the nests collected and burn them, in order to destroy the detestable breed that will gnaw the young shoots, browse the buds, and arrest the tree’s development. The harm is much greater in our orchards. Various caterpillars live in companies on our fruit trees and spin nests in the same way as the processionaries. When summer comes, the starveling vermin scatter all over the trees, destroying leaves, buds, shoots. In a few hours the orchard is shorn and the crop is destroyed in its budding. So it is necessary to keep a careful lookout for caterpillar nests, remove them from the tree before spring, and burn them, so that nothing can escape; the future of the crop depends on it. It is fortunate that several kinds of creatures, little birds especially, come to our aid in this war to the death between man and the caterpillar; otherwise the worm, stronger than man on account of its infinite number, would ravage our crops. But we will talk of the little birds another time; the weather is threatening, we must go.”


See how the reddish mist in the south, thicker and darker every moment, has become a large black cloud visibly invading the still clear part of the sky. Wind precedes it, bending the tops of the pines like a field of grain. There rises from the soil that odor of dust which the dry earth gives forth at the beginning of a storm.

“We must not think of starting now,” cautioned Uncle Paul. “The storm is coming; it will be upon us in a few minutes. Let us hurry and find shelter.”
Rain forms in the distance like a dim curtain extending clear across the sky. The sheet of water advances rapidly; it would beat the fastest racing horse. It is coming, it has come. Violent flashes of lightning furrow it, thunder roars in its depths.

At a clap of thunder heavier than the others Jules starts. “Let’s stay here, Uncle,” says the frightened child; “let us stay under this big bushy pine. It doesn’t rain here under cover.”
“No, my child,” replies his uncle, who perceives that they are in the very heart of the storm; “let’s get away from this dangerous tree.”

And, taking Jules by the hand, he leads him hastily through the hail and rain. Beyond the wood Uncle Paul knows of an excavation hollowed out in the rock. They arrive there just as the storm breaks with all its force.

They had been there a quarter of an hour, silent before the solemn spectacle of the tempest, when a flash of fire, of dazzling brightness, rent the dark cloud in a zigzag line and struck a pine with a frightful detonation that had no reverberation or echo, but was so violent that one would have said the sky was falling. The fearful spectacle was over in the twinkling of an eye. Wild with terror, Jules had let himself fall on his knees, with clasped hands. He was crying and praying. His uncle’s serenity was undisturbed.
“Take courage, my poor child,” said Uncle Paul as soon as the first fright had passed. “Let’s embrace each other and thank God for having kept us safe. We have just escaped a great danger; the thunderbolt struck the pine under which we were going to take shelter.”

“Oh, what a scare I had, Uncle!” cried the boy. “I thought I should die of it. When you insisted on hurrying away in spite of the rain, did you know that the bolt would strike that tree?”
“No, my dear, I knew nothing about it, nor could any one know; only certain reasons made me fear the neighborhood of the big branching pine, and my intuition dictated the search for a less dangerous shelter.”

“You will tell me what made you avoid the dangerous shelter of the tree, will you not?”
“Very willingly; but when we are all together, so that each one may profit by it. No one ought to ignore the danger one runs in taking shelter under a tree during a storm.”

In the meantime the rain-cloud with its lightnings and thunders had moved on into the distance. On one side, the sun was setting radiant; on the opposite side, in the wake of the storm, the rainbow bent its immense bright arch of all colors. Uncle Paul and Jules started on their way, without forgetting the famous caterpillars’ nest which might have cost them so dear.

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This story is about four aging animals—a donkey, a dog, a cat, and a rooster—who are no longer wanted by their owners and decide to seek new lives as musicians in the town of Bremen. Along their journey, they meet each other and form a band, forming a close-knit group of companions. When they encounter a house occupied by robbers, the animals cleverly work together to scare them away, claiming the house for themselves. They decide they prefer their newfound home over continuing their journey to Bremen, leading to a comfortable, happy life together. The story celebrates friendship, collaboration, and finding new purposes in life regardless of age.

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This story involves a person who finds a penny on London Bridge and uses it to 'buy a kid,' a metaphorical object or perhaps a whimsical, fairy-tale-like child. The story illustrates a series of interactions where the narrator asks various objects and forces—such as a staff, hatchet, torch, wind, tree, and a mouse—to help the stubborn child move as it is late and well past their intended time home. Each attempt is futile until the narrator encounters a tiny mouse, which starts a domino effect that ultimately leads to the child finally moving. The narrative humorously highlights the concept of a chain reaction and problem-solving, showcasing that even the smallest or simplest element, represented by the mouse, can set off a solution to a seemingly complex problem.

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The story revolves around a Crow who feels envious of the Raven because the Raven is traditionally seen as a bird that can predict future events, attracting human interest and attention. Motivated by this jealousy, the Crow attempts to mimic the Raven's role by perching on a tree and cawing loudly to capture the attention of passing travelers. However, the travelers, unimpressed, dismiss the Crow's efforts with one noting that her cawing lacks any significant meaning or predictive power. This tale illustrates themes of envy and the futility of trying to change one's inherent nature to gain approval or recognition, highlighting that authenticity and natural gifts cannot be artificially acquired.

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This story is a cautionary tale about deception and the dangers of betrayal. It involves wolves who try to persuade sheepdogs to abandon their role of protecting sheep, appealing to their sense of kinship and promising a share of the sheep. They criticize the dogs' servitude to humans, claiming that the dogs receive little benefit for their loyalty and labor. Enticed by the wolves' offer of freedom and shared rewards, the sheepdogs agree to join the wolves. However, once they enter the wolves' den, the promise is broken, and the sheepdogs are savagely attacked and killed. The narrative highlights themes of loyalty, trust, and the peril of being swayed by false promises, serving as a lesson about the importance of discernment and the potential consequences of choosing the wrong allies.

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King Horn' is a medieval romance which tells the tale of a young prince named Horn, whose life takes a tumultuous turn when intruders invade and annihilate his homeland of Suddenne. Horn, the son of King Murry, is cast adrift with his companions by Saracens, finally landing in Westerness. There, Horn matures into a skilled knight, capturing the heart of Princess Rimenhild. Banished from the kingdom by a false accusation, Horn embarks on a journey to reclaim his honor. Throughout his travels, Horn distinguishes himself through valour, ultimately returning in time to thwart an unwanted marriage between Rimenhild and another suitor. The story culminates with Horn's triumph over his adversaries, the restoration of his honor, and the fulfillment of his love for Rimenhild, capturing themes of valour, resilience, and the enduring power of love.

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The story follows Pedrito, a parrot who lives among a cheerful flock in the wild and later becomes a domestic pet after being nursed back to health by a family. Despite his antics and friendly nature, Pedrito's curiosity leads him to encounter a tiger during a flight, resulting in a close brush with death where he loses all his tail feathers. This embarrassment causes Pedrito to retreat into hiding until his feathers grow back. He eventually emerges, regains his confidence, and helps the family's master hunt down the tiger that once attacked him. The tale concludes with Pedrito back in the comforts of his home, displaying his resilience and serving as a source of amusement for the family, illustrating themes of bravery, resilience, and humor.

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The story revolves around a young boy known as Kid, who has grown up on the streets of a bustling city without parental care or guidance. Living a life marked by hardships, Kid turns to selling newspapers and occasionally stealing to survive, enduring hunger and cold alongside other street children. His encounters with the Salvation Army introduce him to the concept of a beloved figure who helps those in need, although Kid remains unsure of how to find this being. A chance act of theft leads Kid into a more affluent part of the city, where his desperation and subsequent actions eventually pull him toward a transformative encounter in a church. Confronted by the imagery of a nurturing mother and child, Kid is moved to seek forgiveness. The narrative progresses as a kind man in the church aids Kid, guiding him toward redemption as the stolen watch is returned and Kid receives care, education, and a path to reform. Ultimately, Kid grows into a respectable individual, holding dearly to the motherly image that first inspired his change.

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The narrative explores the complex dynamics and essential nature of the sea, underscoring its role in Earth's ecosystem. Through a dialogue among characters, the story delves into the sea's capacity for terrifying storms and its crucial contribution to maintaining marine and atmospheric health through its agitations. It educates on wave formation by winds, their effects on ships, and their profound geological impact as they shape coastlines. Additionally, the narrative touches on the sea's salinity, explaining salt marshes’ function and the process of salt extraction. It emphasizes the biodiversity in the sea, outlining the food chain where marine plants, known as seaweeds, sustain an array of aquatic life. This story provides a blend of scientific facts with a narrative structure, offering an educational perspective on the ocean's formidable characteristics and its indispensable ecological functions.

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Dorothy was very fond of her grandmother and grandfather and liked to visit them, but there were no little girls to play with, and sometimes she was lonely for someone her own age. She would wander about the house looking for the queer things that grandmothers always have in their homes. The hall clock interested Dorothy very much. It stood on the landing at the top of the stairs, and she used to sit and listen to its queer tick-tock and watch the hands, which moved with little nervous jumps. Then there were on its face the stars and the moon and the sun, and they all were very wonderful to Dorothy. One day, she went into the big parlour, where there were pictures of her grandfather and grandmother, and her great-grandfather and great-grandmother, also.

Dorothy thought the “greats” looked very sedate, and she felt sure they must have been very old to have been the parents of her grandfather. But the picture that interested her the most was a large painting of three children, one a little girl about her own age, and one older, and a boy, who wore queer-looking trousers, cut off below the knee. His suit was of black velvet, and he wore white stockings and black shoes. The little girls were dressed in white, and their dresses had short sleeves and low necks. The older girl had black hair, but the one that Dorothy thought was her age had long, golden curls like hers, only the girl in the picture wore her hair parted, and the curls hung all about her face.

Dorothy climbed into a big chair and sat looking at them. “I wish they could play with me,” she thought, and she smiled at the little golden-haired girl. And then, wonderful to tell, the girl in the picture smiled at Dorothy.

“Oh! Are you alive?” asked Dorothy.

“Of course I am,” the little girl replied. “I will come down, if you would like to have me, and visit with you.”

“Oh, I should be so glad to have you!” Dorothy answered.

Then the boy stepped to the edge of the frame, and from there to the top of a big chair which stood under the picture, and stood in the chair seat. He held out his hand to the little girls and helped them to the floor in the most courtly manner. Dorothy got out of her chair and asked them to be seated, and the boy placed chairs for them beside her.

“That was my name,” she said when Dorothy told her. “I lived in this house,” she continued, “and we used to have such good times. This is my sister and my brother.” The little girl and boy smiled, but they let their sister do all the talking. “We used to roast chestnuts in the fireplace,” she said, “and once we had a party in this room, and played all sorts of games.”

Dorothy could not imagine that quiet room filled with children.

“Do you remember how we frightened poor old Uncle Zack in this room?” she said to her brother and sister, and then they all laughed.

“Do tell me about it,” said Dorothy.

“These glass doors by the fireplace did not have curtains in our day,” said the little girl, “and there were shells and other things from the ocean in one cupboard, and in the other there were a sword and a helmet and a pair of gauntlets. My brother wrapped a sheet around him and put on the helmet and the gauntlets, and, taking the sword in his hand, he climbed into the cupboard and sat down. We girls closed the doors and hid behind the sofa. Uncle Zack came in to fix the fire, and my brother beckoned to him. Poor Zack dropped the wood he was carrying and fell on his knees, trembling with fright. The door was not fastened, and my brother pushed it open and pointed the sword at poor Uncle Zack.

“‘You told about the jam the children ate,’ said my brother, in a deep voice, ‘and you know you drank the last drop of rum Mammy Sue had for her rheumatism, and for this you must be punished,’ and he brought the sword down on the floor of the cupboard with a bang.

“Poor Uncle Zack fell on his face with fright. This was too much for my sister and me, and we laughed out loud.

“You never saw anyone change so quickly as Uncle Zack. He jumped up and we ran, but my brother had to get out of his disguise, and Uncle Zack caught him. He agreed not to tell our father if we did not tell about his fright, and so we escaped being punished.”

“Tell me more about your life in this old house,” said Dorothy, when the little girl finished her story. But just then, the picture of Dorothy’s great-grandmother moved, and out she stepped from her frame. She walked with a very stately air toward the children and put her hand on the shoulder of the little girl who had been telling the story, and said: “You'd better go back to your frame now.”

“Oh dear!” said the little girl. “I did so dislike growing up, and I had forgotten all about it, when my grown-up self reminded me. That is the trouble when you are in the room with your grown-up picture,” she told Dorothy. “You see, I had to be so sedate after I married that I never even dared to think of my girlhood, but you come in here again some day and I will tell you more about the good times we had.”

The boy mounted the chair first and helped his sisters back into the frame. Dorothy looked for her great-grandmother, but she, too, was back in her frame, looking as sedate as ever. The next day, Dorothy asked her grandmother who the children were in the big picture.

“This one,” she said, pointing to the little golden-haired girl, “was your great-grandmother; you were named for her, and the other little girl and boy were your grandfather’s aunt and uncle. They were your great-great-aunt and uncle.”

Dorothy did not quite understand the “great-great” part of it, but she was glad to know that her stately-looking great-grandmother had once been a little girl like her, and some day, when the great-grandmother’s picture is not looking, she expects to hear more about the fun the children had in the days long ago.

“What is your name?” asked the golden-haired girl, for she was the only one who spoke.

“That was my name,” she said when Dorothy told her. “I lived in this house,” she continued, “and we used to have such good times. This is my sister and my brother.” The little girl and boy smiled, but they let their sister do all the talking. “We used to roast chestnuts in the fireplace,” she said, “and once we had a party in this room, and played all sorts of games.”

Dorothy could not imagine that quiet room filled with children.

“Do you remember how we frightened poor old Uncle Zack in this room?” she said to her brother and sister, and then they all laughed.

“Do tell me about it,” said Dorothy.

“These glass doors by the fireplace did not have curtains in our day,” said the little girl, “and there were shells and other things from the ocean in one cupboard, and in the other there were a sword and a helmet and a pair of gauntlets. My brother wrapped a sheet around him and put on the helmet and the gauntlets, and, taking the sword in his hand, he climbed into the cupboard and sat down. We girls closed the doors and hid behind the sofa. Uncle Zack came in to fix the fire, and my brother beckoned to him. Poor Zack dropped the wood he was carrying and fell on his knees, trembling with fright. The door was not fastened, and my brother pushed it open and pointed the sword at poor Uncle Zack.

“‘You told about the jam the children ate,’ said my brother, in a deep voice, ‘and you know you drank the last drop of rum Mammy Sue had for her rheumatism, and for this you must be punished,’ and he brought the sword down on the floor of the cupboard with a bang.

“Poor Uncle Zack fell on his face with fright. This was too much for my sister and me, and we laughed out loud.

“You never saw anyone change so quickly as Uncle Zack. He jumped up and we ran, but my brother had to get out of his disguise, and Uncle Zack caught him. He agreed not to tell our father if we did not tell about his fright, and so we escaped being punished.”

“Tell me more about your life in this old house,” said Dorothy, when the little girl finished her story. But just the picture of Dorothy’s great-grandmother moved, and out she stepped from her frame. She walked with a very stately air toward the children and put her hand on the shoulder of the little girl who had been telling the story, and said: “You'd better go back to your frame now.”

“Oh dear!” said the little girl. “I did so dislike growing up, and I had forgotten all about it, when my grown-up self reminded me. That is the trouble when you are in the room with your grown-up picture,” she told Dorothy. “You see, I had to be so sedate after I married that I never even dared to think of my girlhood, but you come in here again some day and I will tell you more about the good times we had.”

The boy mounted the chair first and helped his sisters back into the frame. Dorothy looked for her great-grandmother, but she, too, was back in her frame, looking as sedate as ever. The next day, Dorothy asked her grandmother who the children were in the big picture.

“This one,” she said, pointing to the little golden-haired girl, “was your great-grandmother; you were named for he,; and the other little girl and boy were your grandfather’s aunt and uncle. They were your great-great-aunt and uncle.”

Dorothy did not quite understand the “great-great” part of it, but she was glad to know that her stately-looking great-grandmother had once been a little girl like her, and some day, when the great-grandmother’s picture is not looking, she expects to hear more about the fun the children had in the days long ago.

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During the first half of the eighteenth century, During the first half of the eighteenth century, several large estates in Schonen were the property of the family of Barnekow, or rather, of its most distinguished representative at that time, Margaret Barnekow, daughter of the famous captain and governor-general Count Rutger of Aschenberg, and the wife of Colonel Kjell Kristofer Barnekow. A widow at twenty-nine, she herself took over the management of her large properties, and gave therein evidence of invincible courage, an inexhaustible capacity for work, and a tireless solicitude for all her many dependents and servitors.

While traveling about her estates, Madame Margaret one evening came to the tavern in Fjelkinge, and was quartered for the night in a room that had the name of being haunted. Some years before a traveler had lain in the same room and presumably had been murdered: at any rate the man himself and all his belongings had disappeared without leaving a trace, and the mystery had never been explained. Since that time the room had been haunted, and those who knew about it preferred to travel a post-station further in the dark, rather than pass the night in the room in question. But Margaret Barnekow did not do so. She had already shown greater courage in greater contingencies, and chose this particular room to sleep in without any fear.

She let the lamp burn and fell asleep, after she had said her evening prayer. On the stroke of twelve she awoke, just as some planks were raised in the floor; and up rose a bleeding phantom whose head, split wide open, hung down on his shoulder.

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It was Christmas Eve and Maria and her brother Frederic were playing together in their playroom. They weren’t allowed downstairs as their parents were preparing a big Christmas feast and party. They were looking forward for their godfather Dr. Drosselmeyer to arrive. Drosselmeyer was a peculiar man with a great gift. He could make and repair all kinds of machines, he especially loved clocks. Maria heard the doorbell ring. “Oh Frederic! He is here! I wonder what he brought for us this time.’ Once he brought a little doll with moving eyes, another time he brought a box with a dancer inside.

The children ran downstairs and saw a beautiful fir tree decorated with all kinds of delicious chocolates, the table was filled with turkey, bread, potatoes and cakes. And there were lights and decorations all around the house. And they saw presents under the tree.

Maria instantly took a liking to a beautiful, painted wooden doll. He looked a bit like a soldier. He had beautiful, shiny black shoes, blue trousers and a red coat with gold buttons. He looked brave and kind. ‘Dr. Drosselmeyer, what is that doll?’ she asked. ‘That is a Nutcracker, my dear. And since you like him so much, he will be in your care tonight.’ Maria was delighted and brought the Nutcracker to the table and together with her father they cracked some nuts. Frederic became jealous and ripped the Nutcracker from her hands and started cracking nuts with it. But he was rough and the jaw of the Nutcracker came loose. ‘No Frederic!’ Maria cried and quickly took the Nutcracker from him. She gently wrapped a ribbon from her hair around his jaw and held him tight.

She went into their playroom and nudged Fred’s soldiers aside. Maria put the Nutcracker in the bed of her beloved doll Clara. “Clara, take good care of this wounded soldier while I sleep.’ Suddenly the clock in the playroom started making strange noises. It started winding round and round and round and round. Maria got scared. She started to hear the trampling of hundreds of little feet in the walls and chimney. She heard high pitched squeaking all around her. Hundreds of mice appeared before her! They were led by one, big, scary looking mouse, the Mouse King. Maria fell back from fear and knocked over her dollhouse. She hurt her arm badly in the fall and grabbed it crying.

All became silent. Maria was scared and confused. Then she heard a noise behind her. The Nutcracker had gotten out of bed and said: ‘My brave soldiers, dolls, stuffed animals, dragons, horses and other toys here. Will you fight this mice army with me?’ ‘Yes we will!’ yelled the toys. ‘My dear, you are wounded, how will you fight?’ said Clara the doll. ‘We will do it together!’ answered the Nutcracker. The drummer beat his drum and they started marching. The Nutcracker spoke inspirational words and lined everybody up.

The mice started to fire. Maria was lost in the dust and smoke. The Nutcracker’s army fought bravely, but the mice got closer and closer. More toys started falling down left and right. And finally the Nutcracker was the last one standing, surrounded by mice. The Mouse King ordered his soldiers to grab him. ‘No! Not my sweet Nutcracker! screamed Maria who saw this all unfold and threw her shoe as hard as she could towards the Mouse King. Then she felt a sharp pain in her arm and she fainted.

Maria woke up from a long, deep sleep. Next to her bed she saw her mother and doctor. ‘Oh mother! Are the mice gone? Where is the Nutcracker?’ Maria cried. ‘You foolish child,’ said her mother. ‘You gave us such a scare! You played with your new toys until late in the night instead of going to bed. A mouse must have scared you and you fell into your doll house, breaking your arm. I found you at midnight, unconscious on the floor surrounded by broken toys.’ ‘No mother, there was a battle between the mice army and the Nutcracker and the toys! They took him!’ ‘Maria, your Nutcracker is safe in your playroom. Now rest.’ said her mother. And so for the next few days, Maria lay in bed thinking about what had happened.

Nobody believed the girl when she tried to explain what had happened. So she stopped trying. Then one night she heard squeaking again and saw the Mouse King right next to her bed. “Give me your Christmas chocolates or I will bite the Nutcracker!” the Mouse King said. Maria was terrified, but she knew nobody would believe her so the next evening she put all her chocolates on a plate near her bed in hopes of saving her Nutcracker. The Mouse King ate it all, but came back again that night. “Give me your Christmas cookies or I will eat your Nutcracker!’ he said. And he came back every night. Maria was sad and talked to her Nutcracker. ‘Oh Nutcracker, I want to save you, but I don’t have much left to give the Mouse King.’ Suddenly she felt the Nutcracker become warm and started moving in her hands. She put him on the table and he said: ‘My dear friend, you have helped me so much already. Get me a sword and I will fight the Mouse King.’ So she took one of Frederic’s toy swords and gave it to the Nutcracker.

That night Maria lay awake anxiously. And indeed she heard squeaking again. Terrified she would see the Mouse King again she closed her eyes. But then she heard a knocking on her door and the voice of the Nutcracker said: ‘My dear friend, I have conquered the Mouse King!’. Maria opened the door and there stood the Nutcracker with a bloody sword and the crown of the Mouse King on his arm.

‘I want to thank you for helping me, Maria.’ said the Nutcracker. ‘Let me take you to my country and show you all the people you have helped.’ Maria was excited and followed the Nutcracker. They went into the playroom and the Nutcracker opened the clock. It started winding round and round and round. And before Maria knew what was going on she saw glitters, sparkles and bright lights all around her. ‘Welcome to Candy Meadow,’ said the Nutcracker, ‘but we will continue further to the capital.’ Maria looked around in amazement. It smelled like sweets and candies. There were chocolates growing on trees, the flowers had beautiful ribbons as leaves. The river was made from lemonade. ‘Wow, thank you so much for bringing me here! It’s magical!’ exclaimed Maria. People were coming up to them and thanking her for helping them. Then she tripped and started falling.

Maria woke up and saw her mother standing next to her. ‘You have been sleeping for a long time, Maria.’ ‘Oh mother!’ said Maria. ‘The nutcracker took me to the most amazing place!’ ‘Maria, don’t start again.’ ‘I can prove it, look here is the crown of the Mouse King!’ and she showed the little crown. Again nobody believed her. She went into the playroom and grabbed the Nutcracker.

‘Oh my dear Nutcracker, if you were real I would love you no matter what.’ Maria said to him. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Dr. Drosselmeyer’s nephew had arrived. He walked straight up to Maria and whispered in her ear. ‘You broke my spell by telling me you love me. I will come back when you are older and marry you.’ And a few years later he whisked her away, they got married and they lived happily ever after in the Candy Kingdom.

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Then they started towards home, their brown friend keeping them company. Soon they came to a large Then they started towards home, their brown friend keeping them company. Soon they came to a large old tree, near whose roots was a big ant hill. Here their friend stopped and began to poke his nose under the tree roots and to lick up the eggs of the ants, which he seemed to like very much. The ants, however, were not at all pleased to have their home disturbed and their eggs eaten, so they came out in great swarms, running not only over the ground but up the brown beast’s legs and all over his body.

When the child next older than the baby saw that a great many of the ants were crawling over their good playfellow’s back, she got a little branch with leaves on it and began brushing his rough brown coat to get the ants off.

While she was doing this, a voice sounded through the clear air. It was Helga, the milkmaid at the farm, sending the cows back to the pasture after they had been milked.

As soon as their brown friend heard this sound, he turned away from the children and hurried off toward the woods. The children tried to get him to come back, but he paid no attention to their coaxing calls, and they were surprised to see how fast he could run on his stumpy legs. Then they, too, hurried home to tell what a good time they had had with the funny brown “pig” that had played with them so nicely all the afternoon.

Mother and Father listened with astonishment. Could all this be true? And as Father asked questions about their playfellow, Mother’s face grew white, though the children did not notice this, nor did they see Father take his gun as he went out.

On his way to the berry-bushes, he saw a bed of moss where a heavy beast had evidently been lying. The footprints of a heavy beast were also plain, from this mossy bed to the bushes where the children had been. Next, he found the small pine tree with its trunk deeply scratched and marred from sharp claws, and on the ground about were many cones which had evidently just been shaken from the tree.

Following the tracks, Father found the big ant hill where the ants were still running about as if in great trouble, and holes in the ground where the beast had poked his nose under the roots to get at the ant eggs. From here, the animal’s tracks led toward the forest, so the father returned home.

The children’s playfellow had evidently been a clever, good-natured bear instead of the brown pig they had thought him. And luckily not a dangerous one.

Do you think the children ever forgot their friendly brown playmate? Indeed, they did not. They often talked about him and told other children about him, and now that they are grown up, there is no tale that their children like better to hear than this true story of the afternoon when the big brown bear and they had such a happy time together.

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In this story, a shipwrecked man, having been stranded on a shore after struggling against the sea, criticizes the Sea for deceiving humans with its calm appearance but turning destructive once they venture upon it. In response, the Sea, personified as a woman, argues that it is not responsible for the man's misfortune. Instead, the Sea explains that it is naturally tranquil, and it is the winds that disrupt its calmness and create dangerous waves. This narrative highlights a theme of misplaced blame, illustrating how natural elements are often scapegoated for miseries that are caused by external factors beyond their control.

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This story follows the life of a young scientist named Victor Frankenstein, who becomes obsessed with the idea of creating life. His obsession leads him to construct a living being from assembled body parts in his secluded laboratory. When his creation comes to life, Victor is horrified by its appearance and abandons it. The creature, left to navigate the world alone, faces rejection and fear from everyone he encounters. The being desires companionship and understanding, but Victor's refusal to create a partner intensifies its loneliness and rage. Seeking retribution, the creature exacts revenge by causing the downfall of Victor's loved ones. As the story unfolds, Victor is consumed by guilt and regret, ultimately pursuing the creature into the icy wilderness, where he faces his demise. The creature, filled with sorrow over the devastation it caused, retreats into solitude, resolving to end its own life to prevent further harm. The tale explores themes of isolation, responsibility, and the consequences of unchecked scientific ambition.

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Victor Frankenstein, driven by curiosity, creates a living creature in his workshop but is horrified by its appearance and abandons it. The creature, seeking companionship and acceptance…

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"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" tells the story of Ichabod Crane, a superstitious and ambitious schoolmaster who arrives in a secluded, ghost-haunted glen with the intention of winning the hand of the wealthy heiress, Katrina Van Tassel. His romantic pursuits are challenged by the town's boisterous hero and prankster, Abraham "Brom Bones" Van Brunt, who becomes his rival. The conflict comes to a head one night when, after being spurned by Katrina, Ichabod is pursued by the legendary Headless Horseman. The chase ends with the specter hurling its head at him, and Ichabod disappears from the town forever. While the superstitious locals believe he was taken by the ghost, the narrative strongly suggests the horseman was actually Brom Bones in disguise, who successfully frightened away his rival and proceeded to marry Katrina.

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This tale explores a mythical account of celestial bodies and elements through personification and folklore. It tells of the Sun, depicted as a young woman in the east, and her brother, the Moon, who lives in the west. The Sun's curiosity leads her to uncover her mystery lover's identity, revealing that it is, in fact, the Moon. Ashamed, the Moon keeps his distance from the Sun. The narrative extends to explain traditional beliefs about celestial events, like eclipses being caused by a giant frog, and how communities historically responded to such phenomena through rituals. Additionally, it describes the Thunder and his sons, attributing natural elements like lightning and rainbows as part of their realm. The story weaves together elements of nature with spiritual beliefs, illustrating how such legends offer explanations for worldly occurrences while also imparting cultural lessons and taboos.

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This story revolves around the legendary figure Jack, known as 'Jack the Giant Slayer'. Jack's tale begins with his confrontation with a malevolent giant in France, where he cleverly defeats the giant by tricking it into falling into a concealed pit. His reputation grows, and in England, Jack encounters another giant named Blunderbore. Captured by Blunderbore, Jack cunningly escapes and traps him and another giant, freeing an imprisoned couple in the process, which earns him more fame. Later, Jack joins the son of King Arthur on a journey to Wales to rescue a lady from a wizard's clutches. Using his wit, Jack deceives a giant into hiding and retrieves its treasure, sharing it with the prince. The giant rewards Jack with magical items that aid him in breaking the lady's spell. Jack's heroism culminates in marriage and recognition as a Knight of the Round Table, living a life filled with adventures and happiness.

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The story follows a young miller's son who, after his father's passing, is left with nothing but a cat while his brothers inherit more valuable possessions. Despairing over his lack of prospects, he is surprised when the cat assures him that following its clever plan will lead to fortune. Through an ingenious series of events, where the cat dons boots and uses cunning tricks to present its master as the noble 'Marquis of Carabas,' they manage to win the favor of a king and his daughter. The cat's cleverness includes gifting animals to the king, getting the miller's son invited into royal circles, and ultimately claiming lands and defeating a shape-shifting giant. The young man marries the princess, securing a happy future, while the cat enjoys a life of luxury. This tale highlights themes of resourcefulness, cunning, and transformation, illustrating how intelligence and cleverness can create opportunities seemingly out of nowhere.

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Angel could barely sleep that night from all the excitement of it all she knew she was on the right track but the problem was how on earth was she going to find the soul trapped inside the doll she figured she can ask the doll each and every missing person she could find out about and to cut the story short she decided to use her free periods in school to hit the school computers and since the story is so long to cut the story short again when it was assembly time the school principle said school let us commemorate the 60th anniversary of the missing student Meghan and then Angel had a spark of idea in her mind. Soon Angel and her friend went to the school library and start researching about the missing person Meghan and found even more evidence that Meghan was the soul that was trapped inside the doll and the way she found out was because she found a picture of Meghan and ask the doll and the doll blinked once (one blink means yes two blinks means no) and still how was she going to find out how to get her out of the doll and into her normal body again…

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This piece explains the natural phenomenon of leaf shedding in autumn, focusing on why most plants lose their leaves before winter arrives. It discusses how a few plant species retain their leaves through winter by having thick leaf skins and few pores to conserve water. The narrative highlights that leaf shedding prevents dehydration during winter when water sources are inaccessible due to frozen ground. As plants prepare for winter, they reabsorb valuable nutrients from their leaves, leading to the color change associated with autumn foliage. With their nutrients secured, a row of cells at the leafstalk forms, eventually severing the leaf from the plant, leaving it to fall away. Through these processes, the story provides a thorough explanation of the seasonal change observed in deciduous forests.

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Too Many Faces! Funny Stories for Kids | Bedtime Storiesces

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The book is about a family that make faces and they got stuck in their faces. They needed the wind to change but the wind never change, they tried blowing on their own faces but it did not work, they also tried running through the garden that they own but it also did not work but they tried looking at YOU, and it work! Their faces turn back normal.

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When I woke up in the morning, the sun was shining again. I looked around me, wondering where I was. And then I remembered. I was a baby sea turtle – an olive ridley – in the middle of a big blue world, which I had heard someone call the ocean. There was blue and green water in every direction, and the sunlight was playing games with the clouds. I tucked my flippers beneath my body and floated for a while, letting the current carry me. Just as I was beginning to think that I would love to spend the rest of my life here, a school of fish went by. Chasing them was a really big fish. I could tell he was a really hungry fish too. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. “Mmmmm,” he seemed to be thinking, “baby turtle soup!”Moments later, I was swimming as fast as I could, with those big teeth snapping at my little hind flippers.Just when I was beginning to tire, I saw a seaweed raft. A seaweed raft is just that, a floating mass of seaweed and driftwood that travels around the ocean, carried along by the current. On and in the raft are the Drifters, all the sea’s little and not-so-little creatures that float around the ocean, waiting for something to happen. Gratefully, I slipped into the raft. I would not leave this safe haven for many, many years.Being on the raft was like going on a world cruise. I enjoyed it very much, but as I grew up, I decided it was time to explore the big wide world outside the raft.I had heard wonderful things about a place called the Reef where a lot of other turtles lived. Everyone said the Reef was the fairyland of the ocean. They said it was full of beautiful, brightly-coloured creatures, both harmless ones like the clown fish and poisonous ones like the scorpion fish.I wondered how I would find it. All of a sudden, it became very dark. A huge shadow covered me. Frightened, I looked up, only to see the biggest turtle I had ever seen. His back was soft and leathery. I stared. A turtle with a soft back? All the ones I know have very hard backs.The big turtle caught me staring. “Surprised?” he grunted pleasantly. “You shouldn’t be. I’m a leatherback turtle.” turtle.”

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“Good name, Sir,” I mumbled.

“Where are you going, Sir?” I continued. “To the Reef to live with the other turtles?”

“Ah,” sighed the leatherback. “I wish I had that luxury. But no, I am too busy searching for jellyfish. They are all I eat.”

“Where do you find them?” I asked.

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carrot is a orange cat but not any ordinary cat hes a cat that has an owner of a witch not a bad one but a good one . her name is pepper she is the daughter of chaoah,in this episode she cries as pepper can never beat competition but her friend can, staffron. this episode she sits on a roof and think about what she does wrong until some thing dropped on her head, ir was a genie not any but a genie of success. he gives service every 7 days 24-hours.But even with a genie infront of her she decided to work hard on her own.              bonus                                                     while they were walking some where else to start again the duck signed the contract and became the famous celebrity

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ep 23 take a chance by pepper and carrot

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The story features a gingerbread man who comes to life and escapes from an old couple who baked him. In an adventurous sequence, he boasts about his ability to outrun everyone he encounters, including shredders, lawnmowers, a cow, and a pig, each unable to catch him. However, his overconfidence leads him to underestimate a clever fox, who swiftly catches up and begins to eat him. As the fox consumes him piece by piece, the gingerbread man's fate is sealed, ending with his complete disappearance. The story explores themes of pride and unforeseen consequences, demonstrating how overconfidence can lead to one's downfall.

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captain underpants attack of the talking toilets The second epic novel by dav pilkey in this book there is a new character named Melvin Sneedly  he is the mean boy in the book he is a tattletale .he sintched on George Beard and Harold Hutchins on their pranks.

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How old Witch Neda Stole the Moon and the Sun

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In the story, Witch Neda is an old witch who flies on her broomstick, sweeping away rain clouds that she calls 'cobwebs,' much to the annoyance of the stars. The stars use these clouds as veils for when they are tired of shining. Frustrated with the stars, Witch Neda captures the moon by its nose and later steals the sun. This leaves the stars in continuous darkness, prompting them to devise a plan to retrieve the celestial bodies. The smallest star, Little Star, bravely volunteers to execute the plan. She sneaks into Witch Neda's house, frees the sun and moon, and uses the witch’s broomstick to return them to the sky. As a reward for her courage, Little Star becomes part of a cross made of stars and shines more brightly than before. The story highlights themes of resourcefulness, courage, and teamwork, emphasizing how even the smallest among us can make a significant impact.

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Pepper and carrot the cat got swallowed by a big and scary shark, after being swallowed in the sharks body, they were shocked to see so much animals that had been swallowed by the shark, suddenly, pepper had a brilliant idea, she told carrot the idea,   Pepper than carried carrot to hit the shark long thing, in the end,the shark spat them out and they all escaped

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The story of “The shell shock turtle” starts with “Owen, you’ve got to come out so we can get a move on!”Even though Owen knew his sister was right, he was still too scared to come out of his shell.You see, Owen was a baby turtle who had recently experienced his first thunderstorm.  And ever since then Owen was afraid of everything! And when I say everything, I mean everything: chirping crickets, little field mice, the moonlight. Even the slightest bit of wind rattled Owen’s shell. The lightning bolts and thunder from the storm still haunted his dreams.  Just thinking about them made Owen tremble.“Of all the eggs that mamma laid, we’re still the only two who haven’t reached water yet,” said Owen’s Sister Shany.“I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it,” said Owen.“Come on, Owen! You can too. This is just something you have to face. There’s going to be tougher things in life to deal with than just a little storm.”“Just a little storm – you call that a little storm?  The lightning bounced off my shell for crying out loud!”“Well, I must admit it was amazing to see, but it did bounce off you, Owen. Why are you so afraid now?” now?”“Where there’s one there’s bound to be another,” said Owen. “Maybe next time the lightning bolt doesn’t bounce off me!  Then I’m a goner!”“Look, Owen, if we don’t find a pond soon we’re both going to be goners.  And besides, the chances of you getting struck by lightning again are probably one in a million.”“Yeah, which means it could happen,” said Owen.“Right, and I am going to win the Miss Turtle Universe Beauty Pageant,” said Shany.  “You’re going to have to trust me, Owen.  Since you were the last egg to hatch, I have to look after you. That’s the rule! You’re my baby brother, after all!”“You hatched forty seconds before I did,” said Owen. “What makes you so grown up?”“I’m not all grown up.  But like it or not, I am still your older sister.  And unlike you, I’m not afraid of everything under the sun.”Shany laughed at him then, but even Shany’s laughter wasn’t enough to get Owen out of his shell.“Nice try.  But I’m still not risking it,” said Owen.Just then, a little turtle named Roxie walked up to ask for directions.” I hope I’m not disturbing you, but could you please tell me where to find Pike Lake?” Owen had experienced lightning first hand, but he had never felt electricity like this before. To Owen, Roxie was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And for the first time since the big storm, Owen didn’t feel afraid.Without hesitation, Owen popped out of his shell to offer Roxie assistance, but then felt too shy to say anything to her.  Shany saved him though – she pointed to where she believed Pike Lake to be and asked Roxie if she wanted help finding it.  Roxie appreciated Shany’s offer, but said she was battling a cold and didn’t want to get them sick, too.“It shouldn’t be too hard to find,” said Roxie. “Thanks for your help and I hope we’ll meet again someday.”As Roxie walked away, Owen felt empty.  Even though Owen hadn’t said a single word to Roxie, he knew he had to see her again.  And that thought alone turned Owen’s emptiness into joy.“You see, Shany, I’m not afraid.  I’m out of my shell and nothing will ever scare me again,” said Owen gleefully.But before Owen could utter another word he had jumped right into Shanty’s arms!” What is it now, Owen?” asked Shany.“Oh, I just heard the most awful sound in the world.  The sound of thunder! Another storm must be on the way.”A couple of giggles followed by a loud ornery laugh could be heard close by. It wasn’t thunder that had frightened Owen. A little squirrel pounding rocks against a tree was what had scared him.“Kid, are you sure you’re a turtle and not a chicken?” asked the squirrel.“Don’t tease my little brother,” said Shany. “There’s nothing wrong with being afraid.”“What? I heard you laughing at him earlier too,” said the squirrel.“Yeah, but I only tried to get him out of his shell,” said Shany. “I didn’t try to scare him.”“Well, I’m not afraid of storms and all I have is a bushy little tail,” said the squirrel.  “Why, if I had a shell like his I wouldn’t be afraid of anything.”“I saw you running away from a stray cat yesterday,” said Shany.“Yeah, so what?” said the squirrel.” You were scared to death of that cat, but that cat didn’t scare me.”“What are you saying?” asked the squirrel.“Everybody gets scared sometimes. Why is my brother being afraid of thunderstorms any different from you being afraid of a cat?”The squirrel knew that Shany had made a good point, so he just shook his head and darted out of sight.“Wow.  Thank you,” said Owen.  “You really are a great older sister.”“As I said before, Owen, that’s my job.”“You know, sis, I’ve learned something today. I may not like thunderstorms, but being afraid of them isn’t something to be ashamed of.”“That’s right, little brother.  And it takes courage to know that.”As Owen and Shany journeyed to find Pike Lake, Owen felt proud about having gained the courage to finally leave his shell. Throughout his life Owen would encounter many thunderstorms to be sure, but none were as scary as the first one. That’s because Owen never looked at them the same way again.And oh how he loved telling his grandchildren about the summer lightning bounced off his shell!But don’t take my word for it – just ask Roxie.This book was interesting as a turtle called Owen was Afraid of everything but slowly he finally had courage to leave his shell.

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"Owen, you've got to come out so we can get a move on!"

Even though Owen knew his sister was right, he was still too scared to come out of his shell.

You see, Owen was a baby turtle who had recently experienced his first thunderstorm. And ever since then Owen was afraid of everything! And when I say everything, I mean everything: chirping crickets, little field mice, the moonlight. Even the slightest bit of wind rattled Owen's shell.

The lightning bolts and thunder from the storm still haunted his dreams. Just thinking about them made Owen tremble.

"Of all the eggs that mamma laid, we're still the only two who haven't reached water yet," said Owen's Sister Shany.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't do it," said Owen.

"Come on, Owen! You can too. This is just something you have to face. There's going to be tougher things in life to deal with than just a little storm."

"Just a little storm - you call that a little storm? The lightning bounced off my shell for crying out loud!"

"Well, I must admit it was amazing to see, but it did bounce off you, Owen. Why are you so afraid now?"

"Where there's one there's bound to be another," said Owen. "Maybe next time the lightning bolt doesn't bounce off me! Then I'm a goner!"

"Look, Owen, if we don't find a pond soon we're both going to be goners. And besides, the chances of you getting struck by lightning again are probably one in a million."

"Yeah, which means it could happen," said Owen.

"Right, and I am going to win the Miss Turtle Universe Beauty Pageant," said Shany. "You're going to have to trust me, Owen. Since you were the last egg to hatch, I have to look after you. That's the rule! You're my baby brother, after all!"

"You hatched forty seconds before I did," said Owen. "What makes you so grown up?"

"I'm not all grown up. But like it or not, I am still your older sister. And unlike you, I'm not afraid of everything under the sun."

Shany laughed at him then, but even Shany's laughter wasn't enough to get Owen out of his shell.

"Nice try. But I'm still not risking it," said Owen.

Just then, a little turtle named Roxie walked up to ask for directions.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, but could you please tell me where to find Pike Lake?"

Owen had experienced lightning first hand, but he had never felt electricity like this before. To Owen, Roxie was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And for the first time since the big storm, Owen didn't feel afraid.

Without hesitation, Owen popped out of his shell to offer Roxie assistance, but then felt too shy to say anything to her. Shany saved him though - she pointed to where she believed Pike Lake to be and asked Roxie if she wanted help finding it. Roxie appreciated Shany's offer, but said she was battling a cold and didn't want to get them sick, too.

"It shouldn't be too hard to find," said Roxie. "Thanks for your help and I hope we'll meet again someday."

As Roxie walked away, Owen felt empty. Even though Owen hadn't said a single word to Roxie, he knew he had to see her again. And that thought alone turned Owen's emptiness into joy.

"You see, Shany, I'm not afraid. I'm out of my shell and nothing will ever scare me again," said Owen gleefully.

But before Owen could utter another word he had jumped right into Shanty's arms!

"What is it now, Owen?" asked Shany.

"Oh, I just heard the most awful sound in the world. The sound of thunder! Another storm must be on the way."

A couple of giggles followed by a loud ornery laugh could be heard close by. It wasn't thunder that had frightened Owen. A little squirrel pounding rocks against a tree was what had scared him.

"Kid, are you sure you're a turtle and not a chicken?" asked the squirrel.

"Don't tease my little brother," said Shany. "There's nothing wrong with being afraid."

"What? I heard you laughing at him earlier too," said the squirrel.

"Yeah, but I only tried to get him out of his shell," said Shany. "I didn't try to scare him."

"Well, I'm not afraid of storms and all I have is a bushy little tail," said the squirrel. "Why, if I had a shell like his I wouldn't be afraid of anything."

"I saw you running away from a stray cat yesterday," said Shany.

"Yeah, so what?" said the squirrel.

"You were scared to death of that cat, but that cat didn't scare me."

"What are you saying?" asked the squirrel.

"Everybody gets scared sometimes. Why is my brother being afraid of thunderstorms any different from you being afraid of a cat?"

The squirrel knew that Shany had made a good point, so he just shook his head and darted out of sight.

"Wow. Thank you," said Owen. "You really are a great older sister."

"As I said before, Owen, that's my job."

"You know, sis, I've learned something today. I may not like thunderstorms, but being afraid of them isn't something to be ashamed of."

"That's right, little brother. And it takes courage to know that."

As Owen and Shany journeyed to find Pike Lake, Owen felt proud about having gained the courage to finally leave his shell.

Throughout his life Owen would encounter many thunderstorms to be sure, but none were as scary as the first one. That's because Owen never looked at them the same way again.

And oh how he loved telling his grandchildren about the summer lightning bounced off his shell!

But don't take my word for it - just ask Roxie.

Let's Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids

1. Do you think Owen was right to be scared of the lightning? Why or why not?
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2. What did being scared of everything prevent Owen from doing?

3. Was Owen scared of things that were really scary?

4. How did Owen overcome his fears?

5. Has someone in your family ever helped you stop being scared of something? How did they do it?

Bedtime story written by Artie Knapp

In-text illustrations by Aja Mulford

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GREG HEFFLEY AND SPORTS JUST DONT MIX after a disastrous competition at school,greg decides that he’s officaly retired from ANY kind of sports that is until his mom persuades him to give it one more go and makes greg sign up for basketball. Tryouts are a mess and greg is sure he wont make the cut

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This story follows Uncle Wiggily, a wise and kindly rabbit, and his young friend Baby Bunty, as they navigate a small adventure involving a group of boys camping in the forest. Baby Bunty alerts Uncle Wiggily about the boys' activities, mistakenly identifying their white tent as a snow house. They observe from a distance and see that the boys are new to camping but are kind to animals, leaving out food for them. When a storm hits, Uncle Wiggily realizes that the boys' tent is at risk of flooding due to their lack of experience in digging a proper drainage trench. With the help of local animal friends, Uncle Wiggily discreetly digs a trench around the tent to prevent flooding, ensuring the boys stay dry. The story emphasizes themes of kindness, helpfulness, and learning from experience, as the boys unknowingly benefit from Uncle Wiggily's aid and vow to be better prepared in the future.

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose hair was so bright yellow that it sparkled like spun gold in the sun. For this reason, she was called Goldilocks. One day, Goldilocks went into the meadows to collect flowers. She wandered around and after a while, she came to a forest where she had never been before. She went further into the forest, and it was very cool and shady.Soon, she came to a little house, which was completely secluded in the forest, and because she was tired and thirsty, she knocked on the door. She hoped that there were good people living there who would give her something to drink and that she could rest for a while.Goldilocks didn’t know it, but this house belonged to three bears. There was a big Daddy Bear, a middle-sized Mommy Bear, and a sweet little Baby Bear, not bigger than Goldilocks herself. The three bears had just gone out for a walk in the forest while their dinner was cooling. So when Goldilocks knocked on the door, no one answered. She waited for a while and knocked again. When no one answered, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. There were three chairs in a row. The first chair was a big chair. This was Daddy Bear’s chair. The next chair was a middle-sized chair. This was Mommy Bear’s chair. The last one was a small chair. This was Baby Bear’s chair. And on the table were three bowls of steaming porridge. “And so,” thought Goldilocks, “the people will come back soon to eat their porridge.”She wanted to sit down and rest until they came. So she first sat in the big chair, but the cushion was much too soft and much too big. She seemed to disappear into it. Then she sat in the middle-sized chair, but the cushion was too hard. After that, she sat in the small chair, and that was just right. She fit in as if it were made for her. Goldilocks sat in the chair and swayed gently back and forth.There was still no one at home, and she looked at the bowls of porridge on the table. “They probably aren’t very hungry people,” thought Goldilocks to herself, “or they would have come home already to eat their dinner.” The first bowl was a big bowl with a big wooden spoon in it. This bowl belonged to Daddy Bear. The second bowl was a medium-sized bowl, with a medium-sized wooden spoon in it. This bowl belonged to Mommy Bear. And the third bowl was a small bowl, with a small silver spoon in it. This bowl belonged to Baby Bear. The porridge in the bowls smelled so delicious that Goldilocks decided she would taste it.She took the big spoon and tasted the porridge from the big bowl, but the porridge was much too hot. Then she took the medium-sized spoon and tasted the porridge from the medium-sized bowl, but this porridge was too cold. After that, she took the small silver spoon and tasted the porridge from the small bowl. This porridge was just right and tasted so delicious that she ate it all.After eating, she felt sleepy, so she went upstairs. There were three beds in a row. The first bed was a big bed that belonged to Daddy Bear. The second bed was a medium-sized bed that belonged to Mommy Bear. The third bed was a cute little bed that belonged to Baby Bear.Goldilocks first lay down on the big bed, but the pillow was too high and she couldn’t get comfortable. Then she lay down on the medium-sized bed, but the pillow was too low, and that wasn’t comfortable either. After that, she lay down on the small bed that belonged to Baby Bear, and it was just right. The bed felt so good that she stayed there until she fell into a deep sleep.While Goldilocks was still sleeping in the small bed, the three bears came back home. As soon as they stepped through the door and looked around, they knew that someone had been in their house. Someone has sat in my chair,” growled Father Bear loudly, “and left the cushion all crumpled up.”“And someone has also sat in my chair and left it at an angle,” said Mother Bear in her middle voice.“And someone has sat in my chair for a long time,” squeaked Baby Bear in his high-pitched voice. Then the three bears went to the table to get their porridge.“What’s happened here?” growled Father Bear with his deep bear voice. “Someone has tasted my porridge and left the spoon on the table.”“And someone has also taken some of my porridge and thrown it over the side,” said Mother Bear in her middle tone.“And someone tasted my porridge,” cried Baby Bear in his high-pitched voice. “And they tasted so much that now it’s all gone.” And as he said that, Baby Bear looked very sad.“If someone has been here, they might still be in the house,” said Mother Bear. So the three bears went upstairs to look. Then the three bears went to the table to get their porridge.“What’s happened here?” growled Father Bear with his deep bear voice. “Someone has tasted my porridge and left the spoon on the table.”“And someone has also taken some of my porridge and thrown it over the side,” said Mother Bear in her middle tone.“And someone tasted my porridge,” cried Baby Bear in his high-pitched voice. “And they tasted so much that now it’s all gone.” And as he said that, Baby Bear looked very sad.“If someone has been here, they might still be in the house,” said Mother Bear. So the three bears went upstairs to look. Then the three bears went to the table to get their porridge.“What’s happened here?” growled Father Bear with his deep bear voice. “Someone has tasted my porridge and left the spoon on the table.”“And someone has also taken some of my porridge and thrown it over the side,” said Mother Bear in her middle tone.“And someone tasted my porridge,” cried Baby Bear in his high-pitched voice. “And they tasted so much that now it’s all gone.” And as he said that, Baby Bear looked very sad. First, Father Bear looked at his bed. “Someone has been lying in my bed and pulled the covers down,” he growled with his heavy voice. Then Mother Bear looked at her bed. “Someone has also been lying in my bed and taken the pillow off,” said Mother Bear in her middle voice. Then Baby Bear looked at his bed, and there was Goldilocks with her cheeks as pink as roses, and her golden hair spread all over the pillow. Someone has been lying in my bed,” Baby Bear squeaked excitedly, “and she’s still there!”

When Goldilocks heard the heavy voice of Father Bear in her dreams, she dreamed it was thunder rolling through the sky. And when she heard the middle voice of Mother Bear, she dreamed it was the wind blowing through the trees. But when she heard the high-pitched voice of Baby Bear, it was so shrill and high that it woke her up immediately. She sat up in bed, and there were the three bears looking at her.

“Oh, dear me!” cried Goldilocks. She tumbled out of bed and ran to the window. It was open, and she jumped out before the bears could stop her. Then she ran as fast as she could back home, and she never went near the forest again. But Baby Bear cried big tears because he wanted to play with the pretty little girl.

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There was once a man and a woman who lived next door to a wicked witch. In the garden of the witch grew delicious, juicy rapunzels. Now you must know that you can eat rapunzels. They taste great in a salad. The woman was pregnant and craved nothing more than the rapunzels. She would look at the rapunzels for hours and every day wanted to eat them more and more. The husband saw his wife not eating anything and asked: ‘What is wrong, my dear?’‘I will waste away if I can’t have some of the rapunzel growing in the garden next door!’The next day, the husband went to pick some rapunzels for her. He feared running into the witch, but because his wife loved them so much he went back for more and more and more.Then one day, to his horror, he heard: ‘What are you doing in my garden?’. It was the witch! She looked terrifyingly mean. ‘Oh excuse me,’ the man stuttered. ‘I wanted to pick some rapunzels for my wife. I know of course that I’m not supposed to. But my wife is pregnant and she craves them. I am terribly sorry.’The witch answered: ‘If it is, like you tell me, then you can pick as many rapunzels as you like. On the condition that when the child is born you will give it to me. The child will be well off and I will be a good mother.’You can imagine how terrified the man was, because he promised the child to the witch. And when the girl was born, the witch was at the door. ‘She shall be named Rapunzel,’ said the witch and took her. Rapunzel was a beautiful girl. When Rapunzel turned twelve, the evil witch locked her up in a high tower in an abandoned forest. There were no stairs and no door. During the day the witch would visit her. She would yell to the window above:‘Rapunzel, Rapunzel! let down your hair!’ And she would climb up on Rapunzel’s golden hair. Rapunzel spend many years locked away. One day, years later, a prince was riding through the forest. He heard Rapunzel sing. The sound of her voice was so beautiful that the prince returned to the forest every day to hear it. There he saw how the witch climbed up the tower on the hair of a beautiful, young woman. He waited until the witch left.‘Beautiful lady, may I join you in the tower?’ he yelled up.Rapunzel was very scared, because it was a long time since she had seen other people. Except the witch of course, who she saw every day. She let the prince climb up on her golden locks. And so it happened that the prince visited her every evening when the witch wasn’t there. He asked her to marry him. She wanted it very badly! He was a gorgeous man and also a prince! She asked the prince to bring a silk ribbon with every visit. She would braid a ladder in order to leave the tower.The witch didn’t know about it for a long time, until one day Rapunzel accidentally betrayed herself. ‘How is it that you are so heavy when I pull you up in the tower? You are surely twice as heavy as the prince, and he’s twice as fast too?’When the witch heard this she exploded with anger. ‘How dare you!’ she yelled at Rapunzel. She grabbed some scissors and cut off, in one quick movement, all of Rapunzel’s long hair. After that she brought Rapunzel to a far away place that no one had ever visited.That evening the witch waited in the tower for the prince. He didn’t suspect anything and climbed up the tower on Rapunzel’s braid. What a fright he got when he found the witch instead of Rapunzel!‘You sneak! You will never see Rapunzel ever again!’ The witch pushed the prince and he fell through the tower window all the way down. When he came to from the fall, he suddenly couldn’t see anything anymore. The witch has bewitched his eyes.Now that he couldn’t see, he couldn’t find his way home. For years he roamed the woods and lived off of water, fruits and plants.But love brings, no matter how far they are apart, together. One day he heard someone sing. It was Rapunzel! Rapunzel lived in an abandoned part of the woods and had twins. A boy and a girl. When she saw her prince, she cried tears of happiness. Two tears fell into his eyes and he could see again. The spell had been broken. The prince brought Rapunzel and their twins to his kingdom. There they were met with open arms and lived happily ever after!

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Pepper, Carrot and a donkey were taking a walk when they saw a herd of unicorns. After the donkey saw the unicorns it wanted to be a unicorn too. Pepper tried alot of diffrent potions but none of them worked. Carrot found a plunger and stuck it on the donkey’s head. The donkey was happy.

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Self-Confidence, Beauty

1. The poor little donkey is sad that he doesn’t look like a unicorn. Do Pepper’s magic potions make it better?

2. Can you think of some other ways Pepper and Carrot could have helped the donkey to feel happier?

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Pepper and Carrot Comic | The Picnic | Bedtime Stories

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the story is about pepper and  her cat carrot they are the judges of the competition with other judges a girl started and got 15034 likes the other one had -42 because it was a disaster the other one got 13034 likes and the other girl is also a disaster because she accidentally burned her shirt but they voted good marks and got15340 and won 

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Pepper and Carrot Comic | The Voting System | Bedtime Stories

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Pepper loves voting with a fancy new hand-held remote... until she loses confidence in the ways people vote. Read free online comics, picture books, short stories for kids, bedtime stories, kids poems and more at Storyberries - hundreds of great stories for free!

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 In this book, Greg is going to a vacation and skipping his Christmas. It all happened on a December night. His family were decorating his house and a commercial popped up from their TV. It was about a resort which was where Greg's parents went for their honeymoon. The night after, they decided to go to the resort instead of having Christmas. On their flight, his father got upgraded to first class because of his frequent flier miles. He said he would catch up with them after the flight but Greg's mother said it was not fair and that we should take turns in first class. Unfortunately, Greg was sitting in between a couple. He asked if they wanted to switch seats so they could sit together but the man said he liked the aisle seat and the woman said she liked the window seat. Greg knew his nightmare had just begun...

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Reona Cako was at war. Though she hated it, it was true. Every night she went to sleep with killing outside and only one man to blame. That man was Wonton Wink. Then one night she had an idea that could stop the war. “I need an army,” she said, with a slow smile creeping across her face.She was at war and wanted to stop it

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“The Big Bad Wolf and his Magic Vacuum Cleaner!” is interesting and fun to read as  the big bad wolf had a vacuum cleaner to suck up the little pigs house.This story includes baker pig, painter pig , singer pig and the big bad wolf.I love this book as the three pig vacuumed up the wolf in the end while he was busy eating the cake.

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The Big Bad Wolf and his Magic Vacuum Cleaner!

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The Secret Garden (Chapter 1: There is no one left)

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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also.She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all. One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah.“Why did you come?” she said to the strange woman. “I will not let you stay. Send my Ayah to me.”The woman looked frightened, but she only stammered that the Ayah could not come and when Mary threw herself into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only more frightened and repeated that it was not possible for the Ayah to come to Missie Sahib.There was something mysterious in the air that morning. Nothing was done in its regular order and several of the native servants seemed missing, while those whom Mary saw slunk or hurried about with ashy and scared faces. But no one would tell her anything and her Ayah did not come.She was actually left alone as the morning went on, and at last she wandered out into the garden and began to play by herself under a tree near the veranda. She pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she stuck big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all the time growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned.“Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs!” she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst insult of all.She was grinding her teeth and saying this over and over again when she heard her mother come out on the veranda with some one. She was with a fair young man and they stood talking together in low strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. She had heard that he was a very young officer who had just come from England. The child stared at him, but she stared most at her mother. She always did this when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib—Mary used to call her that oftener than anything else—was such a tall, slim, pretty person and wore such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she had a delicate little nose which seemed to be disdaining things, and she had large laughing eyes. All her clothes were thin and floating, and Mary said they were “full of lace.” They looked fuller of lace than ever this morning, but her eyes were not laughing at all. They were large and scared and lifted imploringly to the fair boy officer’s face.“Is it so very bad? Oh, is it?” Mary heard her say.“Awfully,” the young man answered in a trembling voice. “Awfully, Mrs. Lennox. You ought to have gone to the hills two weeks ago.”The Mem Sahib wrung her hands.“Oh, I know I ought!” she cried. “I only stayed to go to that silly dinner party. What a fool I was!”At that very moment such a loud sound of wailing broke out from the servants’ quarters that she clutched the young man’s arm, and Mary stood shivering from head to foot. The wailing grew wilder and wilder. “What is it? What is it?” Mrs. Lennox gasped.“Some one has died,” answered the boy officer. “You did not say it had broken out among your servants.”“I did not know!” the Mem Sahib cried. “Come with me! Come with me!” and she turned and ran into the house.After that, appalling things happened, and the mysteriousness of the morning was explained to Mary. The cholera had broken out in its most fatal form and people were dying like flies. The Ayah had been taken ill in the night, and it was because she had just died that the servants had wailed in the huts. Before the next day three other servants were dead and others had run away in terror. There was panic on every side, and dying people in all the bungalows.During the confusion and bewilderment of the second day Mary hid herself in the nursery and was forgotten by everyone. Nobody thought of her, nobody wanted her, and strange things happened of which she knew nothing. Mary alternately cried and slept through the hours. She only knew that people were ill and that she heard mysterious and frightening sounds.Once she crept into the dining-room and found it empty, though a partly finished meal was on the table and chairs and plates looked as if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly for some reason. The child ate some fruit and biscuits, and being thirsty she drank a glass of wine which stood nearly filled. It was sweet, and she did not know how strong it was. Very soon it made her intensely drowsy, and she went back to her nursery and shut herself in again, frightened by cries she heard in the huts and by the hurrying sound of feet. The wine made her so sleepy that she could scarcely keep her eyes open and she lay down on her bed and knew nothing more for a long time.Many things happened during the hours in which she slept so heavily, but she was not disturbed by the wails and the sound of things being carried in and out of the bungalow.When she awakened she lay and stared at the wall. The house was perfectly still. She had never known it to be so silent before. She heard neither voices nor footsteps, and wondered if everybody had got well of the cholera and all the trouble was over. She wondered also who would take care of her now her Ayah was dead. There would be a new Ayah, and perhaps she would know some new stories. Mary had been rather tired of the old ones.She did not cry because her nurse had died. She was not an affectionate child and had never cared much for any one. The noise and hurrying about and wailing over the cholera had frightened her, and she had been angry because no one seemed to remember that she was alive. Everyone was too panic-stricken to think of a little girl no one was fond of. When people had the cholera it seemed that they remembered nothing but themselves. But if everyone had got well again, surely some one would remember and come to look for her.But no one came, and as she lay waiting the house seemed to grow more and more silent. She heard something rustling on the matting and when she looked down she saw a little snake gliding along and watching her with eyes like jewels. She was not frightened, because he was a harmless little thing who would not hurt her and he seemed in a hurry to get out of the room. He slipped under the door as she watched him.“How queer and quiet it is,” she said. “It sounds as if there were no one in the bungalow but me and the snake.”Almost the next minute she heard footsteps in the compound, and then on the veranda. They were men’s footsteps, and the men entered the bungalow and talked in low voices. No one went to meet or speak to them and they seemed to open doors and look into rooms. “What desolation!” she heard one voice say. “That pretty, pretty woman! I suppose the child, too. I heard there was a child, though no one ever saw her.”Mary was standing in the middle of the nursery when they opened the door a few minutes later. She looked an ugly, cross little thing and was frowning because she was beginning to be hungry and feel disgracefully neglected. The first man who came in was a large officer she had once seen talking to her father. He looked tired and troubled, but when he saw her he was so startled that he almost jumped back.“Barney!” he cried out. “There is a child here! A child alone! In a place like this! Mercy on us, who is she!”“I am Mary Lennox,” the little girl said, drawing herself up stiffly. She thought the man was very rude to call her father’s bungalow “A place like this!” “I fell asleep when everyone had the cholera and I have only just wakened up. Why does nobody come?”“It is the child no one ever saw!” exclaimed the man, turning to his companions. “She has actually been forgotten!”“Why was I forgotten?” Mary said, stamping her foot. “Why does nobody come?”The young man whose name was Barney looked at her very sadly. Mary even thought she saw him wink his eyes as if to wink tears away.“Poor little kid!” he said. “There is nobody left to come.”It was in that strange and sudden way that Mary found out that she had neither father nor mother left; that they had died and been carried away in the night, and that the few native servants who had not died also had left the house as quickly as they could get out of it, none of them even remembering that there was a Missie Sahib. That was why the place was so quiet. It was true that there was no one in the bungalow but herself and the rusting snake.🐍

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The Secret Garden | Children’s Classics | Bedtime Stories

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Frances Hodgson Burnett’s tale of an unlikeable little girl who discovers how to tend the beauty in her heart. Read bedtime stories, fairy tales and classics here!

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This is a modern adaptation of The Adventures of Pinocchio. It features characters from the popular internet trend known as 'Italian Brainrot'. The depth and moral lessons of the original story are preserved, but the main character is replaced by Tung Tung Tung Sahur, while characters like Ballerina Cappucina, Assassino Cappuccino, Tigroligre Frutonni, Bananita Dolfinita, Boneca Ambalabu, and others also appear.

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This book is about a little boy thinking there was an alien in his house! But..he was very perpaired for it. He even thought he was the alien. There was noises coming from a room. Thats when he realised that he had a new baby sister! They would now explore the dangerous adventure of aliens in their house!

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In the Enchanted Forest, the Gingerbread Man and a blue fox had just finished a game of checkers. This was the first time they had played, as the blue fox was new to theEnchanted Forest, or so the Gingerbread Man thought. As usual, he won. Nobody beats the Gingerbread Man incheckers. The fox stood up and the Gingerbread Man became a bit scared. Would this fox try and eat him like another fox hadtried? The fox said, "Very good game, sir, but you made one bigmistake. I do not like to lose." The Gingerbread Man thought it was best to disappear, sohe began to run, saying,"Run, ru..." but before he could finish the second "run"POOF! The fox then changed into the Dark Fairy. She waved her wand and once again, POOF! The Gingerbread man was gone . The Green Fairy had just arrived. She yelled, "You evil
witch! Where have you sent him?" The Dark Fairy laughed and replied, "If he is not here, he is there. Everyone must be somewhere. You will find him there, but he will be hard to be seen, because today
there is Halloween."
She laughed wickedly and POOF! was gone. The Green Fairy thought, "Oh, what a riddle! Let me think, if he is not here he must be somewhere else, and it must be Halloween there. Ah, I know where is there!"
And POOF! She too disappeared.
Where do you think she has gone?

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Halloween Around the World | Bedtime Stories

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Uh-oh! The Dark Fairy has sent the Gingerbread Man on a wild adventure for Halloween! Free Halloween stories, bedtime stories, fairy tales and audio books here!

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This book is about reflecting himself,pepper and a dragon attacked pepper.Pepper fell down and so carrot.

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Episode 35: The Reflection - Pepper&Carrot

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Official homepage of Pepper&Carrot, a free(libre) and open-source webcomic about Pepper, a young witch and her cat, Carrot. They live in a fantasy universe of potions, magic, and creatures.

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I liked sticky gum as it had problems of gums that may happen as gum is sticky if you chew on it too much.This story also shows that gum can be stuck anywhere , like your shoes , hair and even clothing! But this story is a short poem.

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Sticky Gum | Poems for Kids | Love Poems | Bedtime Stories

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The part where When dinner-time came we had to be dragged in by the scruff of our necks. The short armistice over, the combat was resumed; but presently Charlotte and I, a little weary of contests and of missiles that ran shudderingly down inside one’s clothes, forsook the trampled battle-field of the lawn and went exploring the blank virgin spaces of the white world that lay beyond. It stretched away unbroken on every side of us, this mysterious soft garment under which our familiar world had so suddenly hidden itself. Faint imprints showed where a casual bird had alighted, but of other traffic there was next to no sign; which made these strange tracks all the more puzzling.

We came across them first at the corner of the shrubbery, and pored over them long, our hands on our knees. Experienced trappers that we knew ourselves to be, it was annoying to be brought up suddenly by a beast we could not at once identify.

“Don’t you know?” said Charlotte, rather scornfully. “Thought you knew all the beasts that ever was.”

This put me on my mettle, and I hastily rattled off a string of animal names embracing both the arctic and the tropic zones, but without much real confidence.

“No,” said Charlotte, on consideration; “they won’t any of ’em quite do. Seems like something lizardy. Did you say a iguanodon? Might be that, p’raps. But that’s not British, and we want a real British beast. I think it’s a dragon!”

“‘Tisn’t half big enough,” I objected.

“Well, all dragons must be small to begin with,” said Charlotte: “like everything else. P’raps this is a little dragon who’s got lost. A little dragon would be rather nice to have. He might scratch and spit, but he couldn’t do anything really. Let’s track him down!”

So we set off into the wide snow-clad world, hand in hand, our hearts big with expectation,—complacently confident that by a few smudgy traces in the snow we were in a fair way to capture a half-grown specimen of a fabulous beast.

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The Reluctant Dragon is recommended for ages 10 and over. The reading time is: 75 minutes. Download free printable PDF.

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This story is about a penguin named Joe who lives in Antarctica and is known for his extreme laziness. Uninterested in the hard work of going to the breeding grounds like the other penguins, Joe spends his time lounging on the ice. Despite his easygoing lifestyle, Joe feels lonely and longs for companionship. His view on life changes when he meets Lily, a graceful female penguin who challenges his perspective, encouraging him to rethink his ways. Motivated by Lily's words, Joe decides to take responsibility and puts effort into building a family with her. Together, they work hard to provide for their chick, and through this journey, Joe discovers that true happiness and fulfillment come from hard work, responsibility, and dedication. Joe's transformation teaches the value of purpose and effort in achieving happiness.

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Pepper and carrot are having a wonderful day playing in the snow but when they are done playing they do not go to a house they come out of a circle door and drink a magic potion which makes them grow bigger.they grow and grow till they seem to be back in carrots home.she puts a snow glob back into a shelve and leaves where did they go? They went into a snow glob with a shrinking potion!

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Pepper and Carrot -Special Holiday Episode | Bedtime Stories

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Pepper and Carrot spend a miraculous day together making magic in the snow... Read free comic books, short stories for kids and picture books at Storyberries.

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The story revolves around King Lear, who, weary of ruling, divides his kingdom among his three daughters based on their professions of love for him. Goneril and Regan deceitfully exaggerate their affection to gain more power, while the honest Cordelia expresses her love truthfully and is consequently disinherited. Lear soon discovers the treachery and ingratitude of Goneril and Regan, as they mistreat and strip him of his dignity. In the ensuing turmoil, Cordelia, now Queen of France, returns with an army to rescue her father. However, tragedy unfolds as Goneril and Regan's betrayal leads to the imprisonment and death of Cordelia and eventually, Lear himself. The story is a poignant reflection on the themes of love, loyalty, deceit, and the consequences of misjudgment

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This book is about Greg heffly and his friend not want to be friends anymore and you know why? It is because of girl because some girl started dating his best friend so he was to chose between Greg or his girlfriend and he chose…his girlfriend that left Greg in a sticky situation thankfully they broke up and Greg got his best friend back.

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This story follows the tale of a wise warrior’s daughter in an indigenous village, highlighting her disinterest in typical suitors and her preference for wit and companionship over superficial qualities. The daughter rejects suitors like Loon and Fox due to their lack of depth, which angers the village's young men. They enlist the help of Whirlwind, who humiliates her, leading her father to demand Whirlwind's banishment. As a consequence, Whirlwind and his blind companion Rain leave, causing a dire drought in the village. Despite efforts by animals like Fox and Bear to find them, it’s the small Sparrow who succeeds in locating and convincing Whirlwind and Rain to return, restoring lushness to the land. To honor Sparrow's successful mission, a promise is made not to hunt sparrows, acknowledging his pivotal role in the village’s well-being. The narrative beautifully interweaves themes of resilience, respect for nature, and the acknowledgment of seemingly small or underestimated individuals being capable of remarkable achievements.

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The tale revolves around a king and queen who, after a long wait, have a baby boy who mysteriously becomes invisible, due to a curse by an angered goblin. As the invisible prince grows, the challenge of raising him becomes evident, while the kingdom is engulfed in a quest to find the lost spell-dispeller to reverse his invisibility. Meanwhile, an elusive Master Thief accidentally steals the invisible prince along with his opal carriage. Over the years, the prince and the thief develop a bond, leading to a journey of repentance and restoration for the thief, who decides to return stolen items, including the prince, to their rightful places. Meanwhile, a tyrant seizes control of the kingdom, prompting the Master Thief to form a plan to reveal the rightful heir. The prince's visibility is restored using the spell-dispeller, and he reclaims his throne, leading to the restoration of harmony in the kingdom and a joyful reunion with his parents. The tale ends with a celebration as the city rejoices in the return of its rightful ruler.

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Angel slammed the closet door she said take that back take that back I don’t want you to come to life don’t! That’s it I’m going to get rid of it I’m going to burn it I don’t care if bad luck comes I had enough and to cut the story short The next day angel picked up the doll from her backyard and apologised she tried talking to it and since of course the doll can’t talk she told the doll blink twice if no and blink once if yes and then she asked are you a soul trapped inside this doll? The doll blinked once angel thought to herself but whose soul?I guess I have to figure it out in the morning then she asked to doll can you wait? The doll blinked once… what happens will be in the next chapter.

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The story is about the consequences of greed and the power of forgiveness. A man, unwilling to share a roasted chicken with his old father, hides it in an act of selfishness. However, this behavior leads to a peculiar punishment, as the chicken transforms into a duck that adheres to the man's face, leaving him in discomfort and unable to be freed by anyone. The son's plight continues until he realizes the root of his misfortune and seeks forgiveness from his father. Upon confessing his greed and wrongdoings, the son receives his father's forgiveness, and the duck transforms back into the chicken, allowing them to share a meal together. The narrative emphasizes the moral lesson of sharing, repentance, and the healing nature of forgiveness.

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This story recounts the legendary tale of Achilles, a celebrated warrior in ancient Greece renowned for his unparalleled strength and bravery, attributed to the divine intervention of being dipped into the River Styx by his mother, Thetis. This act rendered him invulnerable except for his heel. Achilles, under the guidance of the skilled warrior Chiron, honed his combat skills and emerged as a formidable fighter. His prowess was pivotal during the Trojan War, where he fought courageously under King Agamemnon's call to arms. Driven by the grief and rage of losing his close friend Patroclus in battle, Achilles sought vengeance against Troy, demonstrating his invincible strength until his downfall from an arrow wound to his heel. Despite his demise, Achilles' legend persisted through history, embodying the virtues of courage and resilience against challenges and inspiring countless others.

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This story follows the courageous adventures of Rikki-tikki-tavi, a brave young mongoose who is washed into the household of a British family living in colonial India. Rikki-tikki quickly becomes a protector of the family, using his natural instinct to combat and defeat snakes. The family’s garden is threatened by two dangerous cobras, Nag and his wife Nagaina, who pose a significant danger to the family and other creatures in the vicinity. Despite their formidable presence, Rikki-tikki exhibits bravery and cunning to outsmart and defeat the venomous pair, ensuring the safety of the family and the animals in the garden. With themes of bravery, loyalty, and the natural instincts of animals, the story is often appreciated not just for its thrilling encounters, but also for its celebration of a small but valiant hero.

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angel was back to being a nervous wreck not sleeping not eating not concentrating on her homework angel of course did not tell her mom about what was wrong with the doll and to cut the story short that night angel could not sleep and refused to go back to the room of what happened to her friend so she got her other friend called April to bring all of her sleeping stuff on the couch and to cut the story short again tomorow when angel had gathered up all her courage and entered the room and she tought that she was crazy when she saw the doll smile and blinked at her and gave a little scream and then ran out of the room and what had happened will be on the next chapter

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a few days had past and it seems like angels plan is working and it seems like the doll was on her side now things did not seem as bad as before but sam and angels friend were still in the hospital and to cut the story short they had recovered and so they went to angels home to watch their favourite TV show paranormal activities and after that her friend tessa went to her room and shortly after angel heard her scream tessa swore it moved so angel threw it as hard as she could out of the window and the face turned it to a frown…

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The story of Little Bo-Peep is a classic nursery rhyme that follows the journey of a young girl who loses her sheep and is unsure of how to find them. Despite the advice to 'leave them alone, and they'll come home,' Bo-Peep sets out to rescue her flock, leading her on an adventure into the woods. There, she interacts with various characters, including a wise old raven and a mysterious owl who reveals herself to be a cursed princess. The story highlights themes of perseverance, kindness, and the magic of unexpected allies. Throughout her travels, Bo-Peep demonstrates resilience and compassion, ultimately leading to the restoration of both her sheep's tails and the owl's true form. The tale concludes with Bo-Peep gaining a lovely cottage and her sheep remaining by her side, emphasizing the rewards of determination and goodwill.

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The story unfolds at a harbor during a raging storm, where a determined and angry captain is set on departing regardless of dangerous weather or the Easter holiday. Despite the crew's silent reservations, the captain insists on leaving, declaring that he will decide when they sail, not the storm or any holiday. The next morning, under even harsher storm conditions, the captain's defiance leads to their departure. However, as the ship mysteriously transforms into a ghost ship with fiery red sails and a burned hull, it vanishes from sight, becoming the ominous 'Flying Dutchman.' This ship is seen by other sailors near the Cape of Good Hope, haunting them as it seemingly sails forever, unable to find peace or a harbor to dock. The tale encapsulates themes of defiance, consequence, and the supernatural, as the relentless captain and his crew become legendary, sailing eternally as a ghostly presence on the seas.

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The plant is very happy when the rain drops sang and wake the plant up. The plant wanted to see the pretty world like everybody else and be the plant want to be tall like everybody 

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In Boston lived an old chemist, Dr. Daws. He loved to do chemical experiments and play around with it. In the same Boston, there also lived a young lady named Claribel Sudds. She had a lot of money and could buy anything she wanted. And what she wanted was a career on stage.So Claribel went to Dr. Daws and said, “I can’t sing or dance, I can’t recite verses or play the piano, I’m not a dancer or a sports heroine. Yet I want to be on stage. What should I do?” “Come to me tomorrow at two o’clock,” he said. Dr. Daws was delighted. Now he could have fun, with what is sometimes called chemical wizardry. Claribel arrived promptly at two o’clock. Daws triumphantly showed her a box containing 5 bonbons in different colours.the chocolate coloured bonbon you will play piano instantly well.the pink bonbon will make you sing like a nightingale.the lemon yellow bonbon will give you the talent of a professional kick-boxer with the white bonbon you will recite the most complex poem from memory and with the lavender bonbon you will dance so gracefully like you have been training your whole life for it.claribel was overjoyed she immediately took the bonbons paid for it and scurried home.she came home and decided to eat the chocolate coloured bonbon she immediately had urgent need to play piano she sat down and played piece by piece gracefully.then the mayor walked past and neared the beautiful piece something he has never heard before. The mayor rushed in and asked the parents how she had done it they answered that they didn’t know and Offer him some bonbons.claribel’s father ate the pink bonbon and he sang delightfully strange next the mayor ate the lemon yellow bonbon he started kickboxing like a professional.

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This book is NOT about poo but words that has the word ‘poo’ in it like spoon and poodle! There is also word that has the word ‘butt’ and ‘bum’.😖 I would not really recommend this book as it is weird but also funny. Here was also some of the words that they said. Pool, pooch, spooky and shampoo was what they said for the word ‘poo’.

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Windy and the Lost Key – A Christmas Story

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The adventure began in the early hours of one Christmas morning.It was two o’clock in the morning when the two sisters woke up. Marie, who was a light sleeper, was feeling giddy with excitement at the thought of Father Christmas visiting with all their presents; so excited that she had not been able to eat all her dinner the previous night. Unfortunately, they had to share a bedroom, mainly because Debbie didn’t like sleeping on her own. She snored and talked in her sleep, too. Often, they kept each other awake, laughing and giggling until mom or dad came in to tell them off. When they went to bed the night before our story, they had really tried to stay awake, but after having a very busy Christmas Eve going to see Father Christmas at the local department store in town, they had both fallen asleep as soon as their heads had touched their pillows.Now, awake again, they wondered if Father Christmas had been to their house yet. Excited to see what he had brought them, the sisters got out of bed, put on their slippers and crept down the stairs, remembering to step over the creaky floorboard, as they didn’t want to disturb their parents who were sleeping soundly in the bedroom next door. They could hear their dad snoring so were quietly confident they were safe from being caught.As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they crept along the hallway and stood inside the doorway to the playroom.“I don’t think he’s been yet; it might be too early,” whispered Marie as she walked into the playroom, closely followed by her sister, who was holding onto the back of Marie’s nightdress.Then, the two girls heard something strange.“What’s that noise?” whispered Marie, looking around. around.“It sounds like someone is crying,” replied Debbie, trying to see where the noise was coming from.The playroom was a large rectangular room with mismatched wooden furniture. The floor was laminated and the walls were painted in an eggshell blue. The room was lit by two wall lamps. Overall it had a fairy-tale-like look to it.In one corner of the playroom next to the rocking chair, near the doll’s house, sat a rag doll facing the wall. She had long blonde hair which she wore in pigtails tied with a shiny pink ribbon, a red dress with white spots, and the reddest, shiniest shoes with a shiny black buckle right at the centre. She was crying, and the closer the girls got to her, the louder her crying became. Big fat tears were rolling down her red cheeks, splashing onto her spotted dress. At first, they didn’t notice what was lying in her lap. As they tip toed closer, they saw it was a little white sausage dog with pointy ears. It looked very dirty and frightened, and was shaking nervously as it saw them watching him.“Who are you, and why are you crying?” asked Marie shyly. The doll slowly turned around to face them and, still holding the dog in her arms, jumped up with a start and looked at the two sisters.“My name is Katie and I have fallen off Father Christmas’s sleigh,” said the little doll, still crying big, fat tears.‘Please stop crying,” said Debbie, giving Katie her favourite handkerchief out of her pyjama pocket. She reached out and began stroking the little dog gently, as he was still shaking too. “How on earth did you manage to fall off Father Christmas’s sleigh?” asked Marie.“This little dog was blown off the sleigh by a very strong wind. I tried to hold onto him but I fell off myself,” said Katie through her tears, as she cuddled her new-found friend and tried to wipe her tears away with Debbie’s handkerchief at the same time. “When I saw your friendly- looking house I managed to squeeze us both in through your playroom window. I hope you don’t mind.”“What is the little dogs’ name?” asked Debbie.“I don’t know” said Katie. “I’ve tried to ask him, but he hasn’t made a sound since he fell off the sleigh and I picked him up.”“Then we shall give him a name,” said Marie bossily. “Because he was blown off the sleigh by a strong wind, let’s call him Windy.”“Do you like your new name, Windy?” asked Marie, gently stroking the still frightened dog.“Windy can’t answer you,” said Katie in a sad voice.“Why not?” asked Marie.“Because he has lost his bark,” replied Katie.“Lost his bark?” cried Debbie in surprise, starting to laugh. “Whoever heard of a dog losing his bark?”“Well, you see Debbie, Windy is a clockwork dog, and when he fell off the sleigh, he lost the key that winds him up. It was carried away with the wind and I couldn’t catch it, so until his key is found, he will not be able to bark or make any noise at all,” explained Katie sadly.Windy nodded his head in sorrowful agreement; his hearing was working fine and he had thankfully stopped shaking.“But how do we get him another key?” asked Marie. “Can we go and buy one?”“There is only one way I’m afraid,” said Katie. “Windy must be taken back to Toyland so that we can ask the toymaker for another key from his workshop.”“How do we get to Toyland?” asked Debbie in a disbelieving voice, secretly not sure she believed in Toyland, even though she was talking to a doll and a clockwork dog.“By magic,” replied Katie wistfully.“That’s silly. I don’t believe in magic!!” scoffed Debbie, rather rudely, realising how silly that sounded.“If you don’t believe me, I can show you right now,” Katie told her. She began rubbing one of her red shoes with her left hand, and using her right hand, pointed a finger in Debbie’s direction. In an instant, Debbie started to rise slowly into the air and floated all around the playroom, her slippers barely missing the books and toys on the bookshelves. The little white dog was so afraid that he quickly scampered into the doll’s house and peeped through a window to watch the flying little girl.“Now do you believe in magic?” laughed Katie, looking up at Debbie.“You look like a flying canary in your yellow pyjamas!” said Marie.“Please let me down! I do believe in magic now, I really do,” yelled Debbie, still flying round the playroom, having to cover her eyes with her hands.Katie clicked her fingers, which broke the magic spell. Debbie gently and slowly came sailing to the floor, landing rather more heavily than she would have liked on some floor cushions in the corner of the playroom. She sat there for a second feeling quite bewildered.“Alright, now that you have shown us that you can do magic, please tell us how we can get to Toyland so we can help Windy?” said Marie, as Debbie, having recovered from flying, went to the doll’s house, picked up Windy and gave him a kiss on his nose.“A trip in a golden coach is what will get us to Toyland,” said Katie, looking around the playroom for what she needed. She saw the sisters’ very tall Christmas tree sitting in the corner, all lit up and sparkling with baubles and tinsel.“Do you see those fairy lights hanging on your Christmas tree?” asked Katie, pointing towards the tree.“Yes, I see them,” answered Marie. “They are shaped like golden coaches; my dad bought them for my mom last Christmas as a present.“Well, watch them very carefully,” said Katie, as once again she rubbed her red shoe with her left hand, and pointed with her right hand towards one of the golden coaches hanging on the tree. There was a flash of light, like a sparkler on bonfire night being lit, and suddenly there appeared out of nowhere a full-sized golden coach in the middle of the playroom!“Oh, my goodness,” shouted Debbie and Marie at the same time. Then they covered their mouths with their hands, suddenly realising that they were being loud.The golden coach filled the room: it looked old, disused and dilapidated.“I really hope you can change that back again,” Debbie said looking unsure all of a sudden.“Of course I can. But for now, we shall use it to get us to the city of Arboron where Toyland is,” said Katie, inviting Marie and Debbie to climb inside.“How can we go anywhere in that?” grumbled Debbie. “It looks like it will collapse at any minute, and it has no horses to pull it, and everyone knows that horses pull coaches. Also, we haven’t had our breakfast yet,” she moaned, rubbing her tummy.“Anything is possible on Christmas Day with a little bit of magic,” said Katie, as she magically rubbed her shoes, and a mug of hot chocolate and biscuits suddenly appeared in both of the girls’ hands. They greedily ate the biscuits and drank the hot chocolate. Just as they had finished their drinks, the coach began to lift very slowly off the floor, wobbling a little as it got its balance. Suddenly, with a whoosh, it went flying through the open playroom window. Either the window had gotten bigger or the coach had gotten smaller, neither sister was sure. Marie and Katie were sitting on the floor of the coach, holding hands, and Debbie was looking through one of the windows, holding Windy tightly in her arms so that he could see the view. They flew off into the morning sky, flying swiftly over the roof tops.“Look Windy! There’s my school,” shouted Debbie excitedly. “And there’s my teacher, Mrs Tadpole, taking her dog for a walk.”“Hello Mrs Tadpole, Merry Christmas,” cried Debbie out of the coach window.“She can’t hear you silly!” Marie was laughing at her little sister. “And don’t lean too far out.”They flew across the snow-covered rooftops, valleys, mountains and seas, anxiously looking out of the windows at the views whizzing beneath them. As the coach began to slow down, it appeared to be looking for somewhere to land. Far more gracefully than it looked, it landed in a clearing in a wood.The city of Arboron was built in the shadows of an enormous mountain called Rainbow Mountain. Its appearance was matched by the backdrop of ever-clear skies which had helped shape the city to what it was this day.“We are in the Mysterious Wood and we need to get a move on.” Katie was trying to put Windy in her pocket as she spoke.“I think I’d like to go home now,” Debbie muttered, climbing out of the coach, quickly followed by Marie. I could only write until    here, no space.  :3

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A magical Christmas adventure about two sisters who discover a mystery in their toy room! Read the best Christmas stories, bedtime stories and fairy tales here!

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This book is about the heffly family going through a blizzard they cannot leave their house due to the blizzard covering their entire town in 3 feat tall snow so the hefflys have to ration their food however gregs older brother did not take it seriously and the hefflys ran out of food fast. Then the hefflys electricity ran out so they had to cuddle together for warmth but manny was nowhere to be found, they checked his room but it turns out manny turned off all the eletricity in all rooms other than his own and his excuse was that no one thought him how to tie his shoes.

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There was a wise and old spirit named Mother Nature, who lived in a beautiful palace and had a multitude of children, whom she sometimes found difficult to control. As long as they obeyed her, everything went well, but when they misbehaved or bickered, everything was in chaos and problems arose.Sunshine, the eldest girl, was a sweet creature, always good and a great comfort to her mother in all seasons. Southwind and Westwind were also kind girls, but Lightning, twin brother of Thunder, was very naughty and liked to play pranks. Snow, the fourth child, had a cold character.Rain always cried and Eastwind was grumpy, Thunder and Hail grumbled and raged, and Northwind, the biggest of the boys, made so much noise and draft that everyone ran away from him, even though his healthy breath refreshed the world and blew away a lot of mischief.“Dear children, I’m very tired and am going to take a nap, be good and do your work faithfully and wake me up in March,” said Mother Nature one day in November, when she had finished her summer task and her resting time had come.“Yes, Mama,” said Sunshine, kissing her good night and tucking her in. “I will do my best to keep the girls busy and the boys calm. Sleep well, and I will call you for the spring work.” The old lady put on her nightcap and dozed off, while her brave daughter, after giving one last smile to the freezing world, began to spin diligently, to have an abundance of sunshine ready for the next summer.

“Now it’s my turn, and I will cry as much as I want,” said Rain, and streams of tears fell. His brother Eastwind started blowing, making everyone shiver with cold, and coughs, colds, fog, and mud made the world miserable. Sunshine begged them to stop and give her a chance now and then, but they wouldn’t allow it, and everyone said that November was really acting up that year.

Fortunately, it was time for Northwind and his sister Snow to return from Iceland; and from the moment the older brother let his harsh voice be heard, Eastwind and Rain fled, for they were a little afraid of him.

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This story is a whimsical and adventurous tale about a couple who long for a child and magically receive a son named Peter. Peter is eventually entangled in a dangerous encounter with a Baba Jaga, a fearsome witch, who tries to deceive him with her tricks. Fortunately, Peter’s innate caution helps him evade her initially. However, the witch ultimately captures Peter using a ruse to disguise her voice. The determined and devoted service of the family's faithful servant, along with a clever cat, ultimately outsmarts the Baba Jaga, leading to Peter's triumphant rescue. The narrative highlights themes of love, bravery, and cleverness against malevolent forces, encouraging resourcefulness and loyalty in overcoming obstacles.

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In this classic tale, a carefree grasshopper spends his sunny days enjoying music and leisure, while a diligent ant works tirelessly to gather food for the impending winter. Despite the grasshopper's invitations to join in and enjoy the present, the ant focuses on preparing for the future, emphasizing the importance of planning and hard work. As the seasons change, the grasshopper finds himself unprepared and hungry during the winter months, while the ant thrives on his well-stocked supplies. The grasshopper learns a valuable lesson about balancing enjoyment with responsibility, highlighting the necessity of foresight and prudence in life. This story serves to teach children about the importance of preparing for the future while still enjoying the present responsibly

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“A thunderbolt overthrows, breaks, and rends bodies that do not permit electricity to circulate freely. It shatters rocks and throws the fragments great distances; it unroofs our dwellings; it splits the trunks of trees and divides the wood into little shreds; it overthrows walls, or even wrenches them from their foundations. In penetrating the ground, it melts the sand on its way and makes irregular glass tubes. It reddens, melts, and vaporizes metallic substances that give free passage to the electric current, such as metal chains, the iron wire of bells, the gilding of frames. Its preference, in short, is for objects made of metal. There are instances of persons left uninjured while the lightning consumed the various metallic objects worn or carried by them, such as gold-lace, metal buttons, and coins. It sets fire to piles of combustible matter like bundles of straw and stacks of dried fodder.

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On Monday morning angel was feeling in more of a good mood than usual Sunday night was the most awesome night she had she really liked Sam he seemed cool. The next day angel bounced to school looking for Tessa her friend and Sam but they were not there and to cut the story short at the end of the day angel went back home and talked to the doll she said I know that I have not been very nice to you but you are giving me the heebie jeebies I am not sleeping with you not eating then she thought to her self what am I doing am I insane why am I talking to a doll she was really losing it and to cut the story short again she jokingly asked hey can you help me do my maths homework again? But little did she know that joke would kind of end well…