Step into the enchanting world of 'The Ugly Tree Story: Short Stories on Trees for Kids,' a collection that celebrates the wonders of nature through the eyes of the most unexpected characters. In 'The Ugly Tree,' children will learn about an extraordinary tree that feels out of place in the forest, only to discover its unique importance to the ecosystem and the beauty in being different. This story, along with others in the collection, teaches valuable lessons on acceptance, the importance of biodiversity, and the intrinsic value of every living being. Ideal for young readers, these tales encourage environmental stewardship, self-confidence, and the appreciation of nature's diversity. Discover the magic and morals of these stories at gupshupguru.com, where every tale is a journey into the heart of nature. #UglyTreeStory #NatureTales #EnvironmentalEducation #AcceptanceAndDiversity #ShortStoriesForKids #Biodiversity #SelfWorth #ChildrensLiterature #LearningFromNature #UniqueIsBeautiful

Cinderella

Cinderella Story Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Cinderella. She was as sweet as sugar, as kind as a mother's kiss, and as pretty as the sun setting in the sky. She had a very mean stepmother and two stepsisters who made her life miserable. They all treated Cinderella like a servant. "Scrub the floors," one would order. "When you're done, clean these dishes," the other would say. "Hurry up!" they yelled together. Cinderella scrubbed, cleaned, and ironed while her stepmother and stepsisters spent their days preening in front of the mirror. After Cinderella had spent all day cleaning and ironing, she would spend the evening alone in front of the warm fire. This was her favorite part of the day. She dreamed of what her life would be like if she were a princess. Every day was the same for Cinderella. In the ­morning, she woke up early and made her stepmother and stepsisters breakfast.

"My tea is a little too warm," one stepsister said. "My tea is a little too cool," the other would say. After they were done eating their breakfast, the stepsisters would sit in front of the mirror and argue about who was more beautiful. Cinderella would spend the rest of the day sewing and ironing. But her heart was so pure, she did not even mind. It gave her time to dream about the handsome prince. Cinderella's stepmother hoped that one of her daughters would someday marry the prince. Once they saw the prince in the royal parade. The stepsisters were sure he smiled at them. "He looked at me," the short one said happily. "He looked at me," the tall one said. "You are both beautiful," their mother said to them. They all agreed. Cinderella secretly thought the prince smiled at her. One day, something very exciting arrived. It was an invitation to the prince's fancy ball! "You, my darling daughters, are going to the prince's ball!" Cinderella's stepmother exclaimed. "What will I wear?" one stepsister cried. "I hope I can dance with the prince," the other said dreamily.

As the night of the ball drew closer and closer, Cinderella had more and more work to do. "Cinderella, hem my favorite pink dress," one yelled. "Cinderella, get my favorite blue shoes," the other yelled. Cinderella sewed and ironed for days. But she was not allowed to go to the ball herself. She was only a servant. Besides, she did not have a ball gown. Below is the second part of "Cinderella." Finally, the night of the ball arrived. As Cinderella helped her younger stepsister into her gown, the cruel girl asked, "Cinderella, why don't you come with us to the ball and dance with the prince?" The stepmother and her daughters laughed at the thought of dirty, barefoot Cinderella dancing with the handsome prince. "No, she can't come," the stepmother said. "She has to sweep the hearth." Cinderella held back her tears. "Don't forget to scrub the floor," the stepmother said. "Clean the dishes," the younger stepsister said. "And fluff my pillow," the other one said. As the stepmother and her daughters climbed into their coach and rode off to the ball, Cinderella began to cry. Cinderella never complained, but the day of the fancy ball was too disappointing for her to bear. "Why must I stay at home and sweep up the hearth while everyone else goes to the ball? Am I not as good and kind as everyone else?" cried Cinderella to herself. She wanted to wear a fancy dress with pretty ribbons and bows. Most of all, she wanted to catch another glimpse of the handsome prince. Maybe he would ask her to dance with him! Suddenly, a beautiful fairy magically appeared. It was Cinderella's fairy godmother!

"What is wrong, dear Cinderella?" asked the fairy ­godmother. Even though she had secretly watched over Cinderella's hard life, this was the first time she had ever seen the girl cry. Cinderella wiped away her tears and said, "I'm sorry to cry. But I just wanted to go to the ball. I've never even worn a fancy dress, or danced, or been to the castle. I guess I'm just being silly." "You have always been good and kind," the fairy godmother said sweetly. "And tonight you shall go to the prince's ball." Cinderella's heart was so happy she thought it was going to burst. Then she was sad again. "I have no coach to take me there," Cinderella said, beginning to cry again. "Oh, dear," the fairy godmother said. She thought for a moment, then clapped her hands. "I can turn that pumpkin into a coach." With a wave of her sparkly wand, she turned the hollow orange pumpkin into a coach decorated with gold and velvet. "But who will drive the coach?" Cinderella asked. Just then, a family of six white mice wandered through the garden. Poof! They were suddenly strong white horses. The fairy godmother looked around the garden for a driver. She spied a plump rat nibbling on a bit of cheese under a flower. Poof! The rat was suddenly a handsome driver. "Now, sweet girl, you can go to the ball!" said the fairy godmother proudly. "But my clothes," whispered Cinderella. "I cannot go to the fancy ball in dirty rags!"

The fairy godmother thought for a moment, then waved her wand around Cinderella. Hundreds of sparkles shot out of the wand, then suddenly Cinderella's old dress turned into a lovely silk gown. "Just beautiful," said the fairy godmother. "Now for the most important part, your shoes!" With another wave of the wand, delicate glass slippers suddenly appeared on Cinderella's bare feet. "Oh, thank you, fairy godmother!" cried Cinderella. "This will be the most wonderful night of my life!" With the help of her handsome footman, Cinderella stepped into the magical pumpkin coach. A shiver of excitement ran through her. Just as the coach was about to pull away, Cinderella's fairy godmother called to her. "You must be home before the stroke of midnight, Cinderella," she warned. "At midnight, the coach will turn back into a pumpkin, the horses into mice, the driver into a rat. You must not be late!" "I won't be late, fairy godmother. Thank you!" Cinderella waved out the window of her coach, pretending to be a real princess. The fairy godmother watched as Cinderella disappeared down the road. "I hope she meets her prince tonight," the fairy godmother said to herself. The whole way to the castle, Cinderella's heart pounded with anticipation. When the coach arrived at the castle, Cinderella took a deep breath and waited for her driver to open the door for her. Cinderella stepped out of her coach and gracefully climbed the stairs to the palace. She was so nervous, her knees were shaking. When she appeared in the doorway of the ballroom, everyone turned to stare at her. Cinderella was far more beautiful than any of the princesses, duchesses, and noble ladies in attendance. The other guests hushed as Cinderella walked down the staircase. The prince was busy greeting his guests when he looked up to see Cinderella. He took one look at her and suddenly his heart began to race. He fell in love with the beautiful girl. All he could think about was dancing with the mysterious lady. Everyone at the ball fell in love with Cinderella, too. Aside from being lovely, Cinderella was also charming and sweet. As the prince and Cinderella danced, all the people smiled and watched. No one recognized her, not even her stepsisters and stepmother. The prince asked Cinderella to dance every dance. As they glided across the dance floor, Cinderella discovered that not only was the prince very handsome, but he was also very kind. Cinderella was so happy, she forgot the time. The clock sounded the ninth stroke of midnight when Cinderella remembered the promise she had made to her fairy godmother. On the tenth stroke, Cinderella dashed out of the ballroom without ­another word to the prince, leaving him and the rest of the guests astonished! On the eleventh stroke, she flew down the palace steps in such a hurry that she left one of her glass slippers behind. On the twelfth stroke, Cinderella's dress was transformed back into tattered rags. She ran as fast as she could from the palace so that no one would recognize her. The prince ran after Cinderella, but it was too late. She was already gone. He wanted to call out to her, but he realized that she had never told him her name! The prince spied the glass slipper on the palace steps. It must belong to her, he thought. He vowed to find the slipper's mysterious owner. Cinderella ran all the way home dressed in her rags. Her coach had turned back into a pumpkin, and the mice and the rat had all run away. All she had left of her beautiful evening at the ball was the other glass slipper. The next day, everyone in the land could talk of nothing but the ball and the beautiful stranger who had stolen the prince's heart. The prince was determined to find the girl he loved. He could not sleep or eat. He only dreamed of her. This tiny glass slipper is all that I have, he thought. I must use it to try to find her. That very day he began to search all over the land, trying to find the maiden who could wear the delicate glass slipper. Finally, Cinderella heard a tap, tap, tap at her door. "It's the prince!" her older stepsister said gleefully. "Cinderella, he won't want to see you." "Oh, how is my hair?" the other one wanted to know. Cinderella heard another tap, tap, tap at the door. "Open the door, Mother! Open the door," the older one said. "He's going to want to marry me," the younger one whispered. "No, me," the other hissed. Cinderella knew the slipper belonged to her. The stepsisters both tried to fit their large feet into the slipper. They pulled and tugged and pushed, but it was plain to see that their feet were just too big. Cinderella had been watching from another room. She asked softly, "May I please try?" Her stepmother and stepsisters laughed and told her not to waste the prince's precious time. The prince knelt and held out the glass slipper for Cinderella. Her foot slipped into it with ease! Cinderella pulled the other glass slipper from her apron pocket and put it on, too. "It fits!" shrieked the stepmother. "It fits!" howled the stepsisters. "It fits!" whispered the prince. He looked deep into Cinderella's eyes and instantly knew she was the woman he was going to marry.

"There must be a mistake," the older stepsister cried. "Mother, tell the prince he cannot marry Cinderella!" the other one sobbed. "Please, Prince," the stepmother begged. "Let my daughters try on the shoe again. Perhaps this time it will fit." The prince could not take his eyes off Cinderella. "I believe I have found my princess," he said. Then he suddenly fell to one knee. "My dear Cinderella," he said. "Will you please marry me?" "Yes!" Cinderella cried. With that, her stepmother fainted. The prince took Cinderella's hand and escorted her to his royal carriage. Suddenly, six gray mice and a fat rat climbed on top of the carriage. "What are they doing?" the prince wanted to know. "They are my friends," Cinderella said joyously. "Then they too shall be royalty," the prince said. He was so overcome with love and joy that he married Cinderella that very day! They lived happily ever after. As for her stepmother and stepsisters, they too lived a long and happy life. Cinderella did not punish them. But they did have to learn how to do their own cooking, cleaning, and ironing. And that was punishment enough. Read the full article

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7 Top Short Moral Stories for Kids

This piece will explain why children benefit from reading short moral stories and present some examples.

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Memories of a grandparent spinning tales around animals and mysterious characters have kept many of us rapt till date. Sudha Murty's Grandma’s Bag of Stories is simply delightful. The story starts with Anand, Krishna, Raghu and Meena arriving at their grandparents’ house in Shiggaon. Overjoyed Ajji and Ajja(Grandmother and grandfather in Kannada) get the house ready, while Ajji prepares delicious snacks for children. Finally, times comes when everyone gathers around Ajji, as she opens her big bag of stories. She tells stories of kings and cheats, princesses and onions, monkeys and mice and scorpions and hidden treasures. through unlikely in combination, stories makes perfect sense when Grandma is the one narrating them. This book is ideal for young children and those who are 5+ in age. Stories are accompanied by colourful illustrations and morals. Lucid and simple language of the book, makes reading a pleasure. About the author: Active Indian social worker and writer, Sudha Murty was born 19th August 1950. She writes in two languages: Kannada and English. Sudha started her career in field of computer science and engineering. She is an active member in the Gate Foundation and the chairperson of a non-profit organization, Infosys Foundation in Karnataka. Credited for founding several orphanages, Sudha has also participated in various rural development efforts, to provide library and computer facilities in all Government schools of Karnataka. One of her many achievements includes establishing the 'The Murty Classical Library of India' at Harvard University. Apart from writing novels, she has also acted in films: Pitruroon (Marathi film) and Prarthana(Kannada film).

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बच्चों को कहानियाँ पसंद हैं। कहानियां उन्हें बढ़ने, अच्छी चीजें सीखने, जीवन के सिद्धांत और बहुत कुछ सीखने में मदद करती हैं। वे उन्हें गौर से सुनते हैं। कहानियां बच्चों को अच्छी चीजें और नैतिकता सिखाने का सबसे अच्छा तरीका हैं। https://jugaadinnews.com/5-best-humorous-short-stories-for-kids/

Once upon a time in a rich city in Egypt lived a rich merchant, Nazir. The rich merchant Nazir along with his twenty camels went outside the city to sell his goods. But he was not satisfied with his money. Everyday he would pray to God, “ Please show mercy on me, shower me with more money!”......

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The Parable of Prodigal Son is a story filled with grace and mercy that illustrates the magnitude of a father's love when his son repents of his evil deeds and comes back to Him asking for His forgiveness.

The September issue of @storytimemag Storytime magazine features my illustrations for a nice short story with the Air, the Sun & the Moon characters. It was great to work on this 😀 . . Repost from Storytime magaxine: In our next issue, the story in Storyteller's Corner is The Sun, the Moon and the Wind. They are siblings and one day they go to a party at their aunt’s house. But only one of the children brings food home for their mother. Find out what the consequences are for all three in this delightful Indian folk tale. Whimsical illustrations by Ilias Sounas @sounas_ilias . . . . . . . . . #childrensmagazines #storytimeforkids #earlyreadingskills #raisingreaders #shortstoriesforkids #earlyyearsliteracyfun #teachingreading #learningtoreadisfun #readingathome #storytellingskills #primaryteacheruk #earlyyearsteachers #makereadingfun #readingisfun #parenting #pta #kidsillustrations #keep_them_entertained #ks2 #learningisfunwithus #giantstories #kidsmag #primaryschool #englishteacher #reluctantreaders #literacy #nationalcurriculum #kidslit #childrensbooks #kidsbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CTe6mUeDLCG/?utm_medium=tumblr

Explore '5 Inspiring Short Stories About Buddha With Moral for Kids' on Coupon Stopper, a captivating collection that delves into the timeless wisdom of Buddha. These enriching tales offer valuable life lessons on compassion, mindfulness, and inner peace, inspiring young minds to cultivate virtues that lead to happiness and fulfillment. Through vivid storytelling and evocative illustrations, children embark on a journey of self-discovery and moral enlightenment. Each story presents a unique facet of Buddha's teachings, empowering children to embrace kindness, empathy, and gratitude in their daily lives. Discover Coupon Stopper's treasury of inspirational stories, fostering personal growth and spiritual development in children of all ages. Immerse yourself in the wisdom of Buddha and embark on a transformative journey with Coupon Stopper.

The Four Musicians

The Four Musicians Story One day a donkey was walking along the fence by the barn, singing softly to himself. He stopped when he heard his owner talking with another farmer. The donkey leaned in closer so he could better hear what the two were discussing. "I know what you mean," the one farmer said. "Sometimes it's easier to just get a younger one." The donkey wondered what they could be talking about. His owner continued, "I just can't find many reasons to keep the tired bag of bones around much longer. He is very old and cannot pull the plow anymore. It's time to put that old donkey out to pasture." The donkey couldn't believe his ears! They were talking about him! He was very hurt to hear these words. "Hee-haw!" said the donkey. "I won't be sent out to pasture. I'll go to the town of Bremen and become a musician." The donkey had just started on his way when he saw a sad dog sitting by the road. The donkey asked what was bothering the dog. "My owner says I am too old to hunt," howled the dog. "He wants to get a younger dog who keeps quiet." "I have a thought that may interest you. Why don't you come with me to Bremen, and we will work as musicians," said the donkey. "We'll be quite a team." "Woof!" said the dog. "I really like that idea!" The two new pals had not gone far before they crossed paths with a gloomy cat. They asked what was wrong.

"My owner says I am too old to catch mice," he cried. "She is going to get a younger cat." They invited the cat to come to Bremen to sing with them. "Mee-ow!" answered the cat, and the three were on their way. The dog, cat, and donkey were walking along when suddenly a very upset rooster flew right into the middle of the road. "Cock-a-doodle-day!" the rooster squawked. "What a strong voice you have!" the dog said. "My owners say there is no point in having a strong voice if you don't use it every day," crowed the rooster. "I cannot get up early enough to wake up the workers anymore. My owners plan to serve me for Sunday dinner!" "Join us on our trip," said the dog. "We are going to work as musicians. We could really use your strong voice to make our band complete."

"Cock-a-doodle-day!" said the rooster. "Let's be on our way!" The four new friends practiced singing as they walked toward Bremen.Nighttime came. The donkey, dog, cat, and rooster had been singing and walking all day. Just when the four musicians found a nice tree to camp under, the rooster began to squawk. "I think I see a light shining from inside a house!" he said. "It doesn't seem far away." "They might have some food to share," said the dog. "A big, juicy bone sounds mighty good right about now." "Mmmm. I think a big bowl of milk would be absolutely purr-fect," purred the cat. "A plate of corn certainly would hit the spot," crowed the rooster. The donkey thought it all sounded good, so the four set out for the house.

The four musicians walked up to the house. The donkey, being the tallest of the group, peered inside the window. After the donkey had looked through the glass for a few moments, the cat's curiosity got the better of him. "What do you see?" he asked as he tried to get a glimpse."Well, there are four men sitting at a table that is covered with food," the donkey said. "They must eat like kings every night. There are stacks of gold everywhere."

"What do we do now?" asked the rooster. "Do we just knock on the door and ask for food?" The donkey shook his head. "Remember we are going to be musicians," he said. "We should practice singing for our supper." The others thought this was a grand idea, so they very carefully planned their first concert. The four musicians decided to stand one on top of the other so everyone could be heard. First the donkey took his place near the bottom of the window. Then the dog jumped on his back. The cat made his way up to the dog's back. Finally the rooster flew to the top. Even though the four friends had practiced their singing all day, they were still a little bit nervous. This was their first concert, after all. They wished each other good luck, turned to face the window, and cleared their throats.

Finally their big moment had arrived. It was time to perform. The donkey gave the signal, and they began to sing. Never has there been a louder or mightier group effort! The four friends tried to sing better than they ever had before. What they didn't know is that it didn't sound like singing. It sounded like, "Hee-haw! Woof! Mee-ow! Cock-a-doodle-day!"The four friends also did not know that the men they were singing for inside the house were robbers. They were hiding out and counting gold they had stolen. When they heard the loud noise of the musicians' singing, they looked out the window. They saw what looked like a four-headed beast. "Run! Run! Run!" one robber yelled. "Run before the four-headed beast gets us!"

The animals were confused. Why had the men run away? The donkey said, "I believe I know what is happening. No doubt our audience enjoyed our singing so much that they must be going to get more people to hear our concert." "It may be some time before they return. I say we go inside and have some dinner as a reward for our splendid singing," the rooster said. "Indeed!" agreed the donkey. "That is a grand idea!" The four musicians went into the house. The four musicians were so hungry that they ate every last bite! It didn't take long to decide that the life of a musician was going to suit them very well indeed. Soon after the meal, they were very sleepy. Because they were already inside the house, they agreed it would be best to spend the night there. After all, they didn't want to miss the people who were going to come hear them perform.

There was plenty of room for everyone in the house. The donkey lay in the middle of the room. The dog stretched out by the door. The cat curled up near the fireplace, and the rooster flew to a ceiling beam. Soon their sleepy heads began nodding. It didn't take long for their tired eyes to close. They were all sound asleep when the door knob slowly began to turn. They were still asleep when someone tiptoed into the room. One robber had come back to see if he could get at least some of the gold. It was quite dark, and he needed some light in order to find his way around. He thought he saw a glow from the coals in the fireplace.

But the glow wasn't from the coals. It was the cat's eyes. When he lit a match to start a fire, the cat jumped up. The robber tripped over the dog. The dog bit his leg, causing the robber to stumble over the donkey. The donkey kicked the robber. The noise woke the rooster, and he began crowing, "Cock-a-doodle-day! Leave without delay!" The robber ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He told the others to stay away forever or the four-headed beast would get them. The four musicians lived in the house for the rest of their days. They were quite happy giving free concerts and using the gold to buy food. Read the full article

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Olha eu aí de novo com o Selo Editorial Arkanus 💛💛 Dessa vez fiz um conto horripilante para crianças, entitulado “Pacto com as Sombras”, baseado no conto dos Grimm: “Três Princesas Negras” 💀

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STORY OF KRISHNA AND THE MANGO SELLER

Krishna’s childhood were spent in the pasture land of Gokul. Gokul is a small city in present day Madhya Pradesh.

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