FUNNY BUNNY- A Funny Story

One day, a nut fell on Funny Bunny.

“Ouch! The sky is going to fall” said Funny Bunny. “I must tell the King.”

On the way, he met Henny Penny. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny.  “I'm going to tell the King.” “I’ll come too,” said Henny Penny. And off they went to find the King.

Soon they met Cocky Locky. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” “I’ll come too,” said Cocky Locky. And off they went to fine the King.

On the way , they met Lucky Ducky. “The sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” I’ll come too,” said Lucky Ducky. And off they went to find the King.

On the way, they met Poosey Goosey. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” “I’ll come too,” said Poosey Goosey. And off they went to fine the King.

On the way, they met Woxy Foxy. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” “The King lives here,” said Woxy Foxy. “Follow me.” 

And that was he end of Funny Bunny, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Lucky Ducky and Poosey Goosey.

STORM IN THE GAREDEN- An Ant Story

Sunu-sunu, the snail, was visiting his friends, the ants. They climbed all over him. Hee! Hee! Hee! They climbed under him. Hee! Hee! Hee!

Suddenly, a great white light crashed through the clouds. Sunu-sunu quickly pulled in his head, pulled in his tail, and sat very still.

Outside, the sky grew dark and the crows flew pat. Kaa! Kaa! Kaa! Kaa! Kaa!

Oh, but where were the ants? Sunu-sunu stuck out his feelers and looked for them. They were hiding under a flower pot.

“Go home, Sunu-sunu,” the ants cried out.

Hurry, hurry, your mother will worry.”

Sunu-sunu went to his mother where she sat under a stone near the well.

“Amma,” said Sunu-sunu, “there’s a storm in the garden. I heard the wind blow blow blow. Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!

I saw trees sway sway sway. Shay! Shay! Shay! Shay!

I saw lightning flash flash flash. Zzzak! Zzzak! Zzzak! Zzzak!

I heard thunder roll roll roll. Gadaam! Gadaam! Gadaam! Gadaam!

I heard rain fall fall fall. Sittasitta! Pittapitta! Sittasitta! Pittapitta! I heard water drip drip drip!"

It was the biggest storm Sunu-sunu had even been in.

Ooo! Ooo! Shay! Shay! Zzzak! Zzzak! Gadaam! Gudoom! Sittasitta! Pittapitta! Sittasitta! Pittapitta! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip!.

And do you know what?

Sunu-sunu didn't get wet! Do you know why?

                                                                       Sandhya Rao

PINOCCHIO- Read and enjoy the story

Once upon a time, an old carpenter bought a very queer piece of wood. As he used his plane on it, he heard a little laughing voice say, "Stop! You're tickling me."

The old man was puzzled by the voice. He said, “This is a strange piece of wood. What  shall I do with it? I think I'll make it into a puppet.”

He set to work, and as the puppet boy look Shape, the old man said.

"He must have a name. I will call him Pinocchio."

As soon as he finished making the eyes, the carpenter was amazed to see them move. Before the mouth was made, it began to laugh. "Stop laughing!" the old man said.

It did stop, but as soon as his back was turned, it put out its tongue. And its nose grew long. No sooner were its hands ready than it snatched oil the carpenter's wig and put it on its own head. And then

Pinocchio's nose grew longer.

When its legs and feet were made, they were too stiff to use, so the carpenter showed Pinocchio how to use them Now, the carpenter decided to send Pinocchio to school. But there, Pinocchio did nothing but look for fun. He often ran away from school.

“Why don't you go to school?" asked the carpenter. Pinocchio told him a lie... and his nose started growing longer and longer.

Each time he was rude to someone or told a lie, his nose grew longer. Finally Pinocchio said, "I'm glad to be a real boy. I'll never lie again."

GOING TO BUY A BOOK

One day, grandfather gave my brother
       and me some money.
"Go and buy books," he said.
  We were both very happy.
     We both love to read.

Should we go now?
Should we go later?
Should we go today?
Should we go tomorrow?
We decided to go right now.

Should we go to the big market?
Should we go to the small shop?
Should we go with somebody?
    Should we go alone?
We decided to go to the small shop,
     just the two of us.

   We like the small bookshop.
It is small but it has many books.
   The man in the shop likes us.
   He always helps us.

Should I buy a book with a lot of pictures?
 Should I buy a book with a lot of stories?
   Should I buy a thin book?
   I could not decide.

We did not know which book to buy.
  The man in the shop smiled at us.
   "Relax, come with me," he said.
These books are about animals.

    Those are about machines.
Those over there are about wars.
    Take what you want."

   I picked some books.
My brother picked some books.
   I sat on the floor.
   He sat on the chair.

And we read and we read and we read.

   It was very quiet.

There was no sound.
  One hour passed.
  Two hours passed.
Finally, we knew which books to buy.

The man in the bookshop smiled at us.
   I got a fat book with many stories.
My brother got a big book with many pictures.

We ran home to our grandfather.
   We climbed on his bed.
He put his arms around us and then
   We read, and read, and read.

THE GIVING TREE- Read the story

How do you feel when you help someone?

How do you feel when you share your things with others?

Read this play to know how a tree feels when it helps a boy.

Narrator: Once there was a tree and it loved a little boy. Every day the boy would visit the tree and enjoy its company.

Tree: Come here, my boy. Come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches.

Boy: (swinging from branches) Ah, what fun!

Tree: Are you hungry? Eat my apples

Boy: (eating apples) How delicious!

Narrator: When the boy was tired, he slept under the tree. The tree was happy to give its shade. But time went by. And the boy grew older and went away. The tree was often alone. After some years... One day the boy came to the tree and the tree was very happy.

Tree: Come, my boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches.

Boy: I am too big to climb and play. I want to buy things and have fun. I want some more money. Can you give me some money?

Tree: I'm sorry but I have no money, I have only leaves and apples. You can pluck my apples and sell them in the market. Then you will have money.

Narrator: The boy happily plucked the apples and carried them away. The tree was also happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time and the tree was sad. One day, the boy came back and the tree shook with Joy.

Tree: Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk. Swing from my branches, eat my apples, play in my shade and be happy

Boy: I am too busy to climb trees. I am getting married and I need a house for my wife and children. Can you give me a house?

Tree: I have no house but you may cut off my branches and build a house.

Narrator: So the boy cut off the tree's branches and carried them away to build a house. The tree was very happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time and the tree was sad again.

And when he came back after some years, the tree was so happy that it could hardly speak. Now, the boy was a young man.

Tree: Come, Boy, come. What can I do for you?

Young man: I am going on a business trip. I want a boat to take me away. Can you give me a boat?

Tree: All I have left is a trunk. Cut down my trunk and make a boat. Then you can sail away.

Narrator: The young man cut the trunk of the tree and sailed away in a boat. The tree was left only with a stump. And after a long time the young man came back

again. Now he was an old man but the tree recognized him.

Tree: I am sorry, friend, but I have nothing left to give you. My apples are gone.

Old man: My teeth are too weak for apples.

Tree: My branches are gone. You cannot swing on them.

Old man: I am too old to swing on branches.

Tree: My trunk is gone. You cannot climb.

Old man: I am too tired to climb.

Tree: (sighing) I am sorry. I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...

Old man: Dear tree, you have always given. But now I don't need much—just a quiet place to sit and rest.

Tree: (happily) Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting on. Come, friend, sit down and rest.

Narrator: The old man did. And the tree was still happy.

                                                                                      By Shel Silverstein

                                                                                          

THE SCHOLAR’S MOTHER TONGUE-An Akbar's story

A learned Pundit once visited the court of Akbar. He told the King and his courtiers that he had mastery over many different languages. 

The Pundit could speak many languages fluently. He was so fluent that no one could find out what his mother tongue was. He challenged everybody at the court to name his mother tongue. When everyone failed, the challenge was taken up by Birbal.

That night, Birbal went quietly to the Pundit's room when he was asleep. He whispered into the Pundit's ear and tickled it with a feather. The Pundit, half awake, cried out suddenly and shouted out words in his mother tongue.

Birbal came to the court the next day and told everyone that the Pundit's mother tongue was Telugu. The Pundit was surprised and accepted the truth.

King Akbar then asked Birbal. "How did you find the truth?"

Birbal answered. "In times of difficulty, a person speaks only in his mother
tongue." He also told the King how he had gone to the Pundit's room at night to find out the truth.

THE MILKMAN'S COW- A small story

The milkman's cow was in a bad mood. It sat in the middle of the road and refused to move.

The milkman begged the cow to get up. “The children are waiting for their milk to help them grow strong. Please get up." he pleaded. He pulled and tugged and prayed.

But the cow wasn't going anywhere that day.

Along came a policeman, his buttons and buckles gleaming bright. "Humph." he said, twirling his long moustache. “I’ll show you how to do it light."

The policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged and prayed. But the cow wasn't going anywhere that day.

Along came a grocer with bags of potatoes and peas. He said, “I’ll move this cow with the greatest of ease."

The grocer, the policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged and prayed. But the cow wasn't going anywhere that day.

Along came a wrestler- his muscles gleaming in the sun. He said. "I have the strength of ten horses, so this should be fun."

The wrestler, the grocer, and the policeman arid the milkman pulled and lugged and prayed.

But the cow wasn't going anywhere that day.

Along came the ice-cream man, jingling his cart. “Cool down, cool down, it can't be too hard."

The ice-cream man, the wrestler, the grocer, the policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged.

But the cow wasn't going anywhere that day. Along came a little boy. He began to grin. He said, “These grown-ups! Look at the mess they are in. It is not such a difficult problem.

I learnt in the second class, that human beings eat rice and wheat, and cows cat grass."

He held out a sheaf of tasty green. The cow began to chew. He slowly led her to the side, for he knew what to do. The grocer clapped, the policeman twirled his stick in joy.

The wrestler grinned. The ice-cream man whooped at the cleverness of the boy. The milkman happily clattered his pail. Being kind and loving is best, for force and strength can fail.

HELEN KELLER- A story reading practice, small English story for childrne

It was the summer of 1880. A healthy baby girl was born in a small town In Alabama. Her parents loved her dearly and named her Helen Keller. But one day, the baby became ill and day after day, her fever stayed high. Everyone in the family tried to help her to get better, but all they could say was, "There is nothing more we can do. The baby may not live."

Helen lived. But she was not the same after her illness. “Something is very wrong.” her mother said. At last they found out what was wrong. The child could not see or hear.

The baby grew into a little girl. Her parents felt sorry for her. Helen often cried and held on to her mother. "Give the poor child what she wants," her father would say.

Though Helen could not hear or see, she was a bright little girl. Some people thought Helen could not learn anything. Her mother did not agree. "Helen is very smart," she said and added, "the problem is, how can we reach her? She is locked up inside herself."

Helen began to grow wild. She would not let anyone comb her hair. Her clothes  were always dirty. She was often angry. Sometimes she even lay on the floor and kicked her feet. 

Her parents thought that they should find a teacher for her. Miss Sullivan, a young teacher agreed to help Helen to learn to see the world. Miss Sullivan gave Helen a doll. "D_O_L_L" spells doll. She spelt the word with her fingers into Helen's hand.

She made the letters with special hand signs. Helen copied her teacher and spelt D_O_L_L too, but she did not understand what she was doing. Helen liked Miss Sullivan. She was strict but kind. She spelt a lot of words for Helen, on her hand, day and night, to make Helen understand.

One day, her teacher made Helen put her hand into running water. Then, she spelt W_A_T_E_R. Suddenly Helen understood that W_A_T_E_R meant something
wet, running over her hand. She understood that words were the most important things in the world. Words would tell her everything to know.

ALICE IN WONDERLAND-A fantasy story

One day, Alice was lying under a tree listening to her sister reading a story.

Suddenly, she saw a white rabbit scamper by. He had pink eyes and was wearing a blue coat. He took out a big watch from his waistcoat pocket and as he hurried away, he said. "Oh dear, I will be too late!"

She thought there was something very different about this rabbit. It could talk, it wore a red waistcoat and it carried a watch. Alice wondered, "A talking rabbit? A rabbit who wears a waistcoat!" Alice was burning with curiosity and she followed the white rabbit.

The rabbit started running and Alice followed the rabbit. The rabbit suddenly popped down a large rabbit hole. Alice Jumped into the rabbit hole too! The rabbit went down and down and down and down into the rabbit hole.

Alice said aloud. "Where am I? How many miles down have I fallen? I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth." She wondered. "Will I slip through the earth to the other side?"

Tump! Alice landed on a pile of dry leaves. She looked around quickly and suddenly saw the white rabbit again. It disappeared saying, "Oh, my ears and whiskers! How late it's getting!" 

Alice stood up and saw a small door about fifteen inches high. It was too small for her to go through. 

She saw a glass table with a golden key on it. She tried the little golden key in the lock and to her delight it fitted! Alice opened the door and looked into the loveliest garden she had ever seen! How she longed to be among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains! But she could not even get her head through the doorway. 

"Oh! How I wish, I could become smaller!" she exclaimed loudly.

Children Story - FLYING TOGETHER

Deep in a forest stood a very tall tree. Its leafy branches spread out like strong arms.

This tree was the home of a flock of wild geese. They felt safe there.

One of the geese was a wise old bird.

He noticed a small creeper at the foot of the tree. He spoke to the other birds about it.

"Do you see that creeper?" he said to them. "Let ore us destroy it". "Why must we destroy it?"

asked the geese in surprise.

"It is so small. What harm can it do?" "My friends," replied the wise old bird, "that little creeper will soon grow.

As it creeps up this tree, it will become thick and strong." "What of that?" asked the geese, "What harm can of
a creeper do us?"

"Don't you see?" replied the wise bird, "with the help of that creeper, it will be possible for someone to
climb this tree. A hunter can come up and kill us all."

"Well there's no hurry," they replied, "the creeper is very small. It would be a pity to destroy it now."

"Destroy the creeper while it is still young," the old bird advised. "Now it is tender and you can cut it easily.

Later it will become hard and you will not be able to cut it.”

"We'll see, we’ll see," answered the birds. But they did not destroy the creeper.
They forgot the wise old bird's advice. As the creeper grew, it began winding its way up the tree.

Stronger and stronger it became, until it was as strong as a thick rope. One morning when the geese had
gone out in search of food, a hunter came to the forest.

"So this is where the wild geese live," he said to himself. "When they come back in the evening, I shall
catch them."

The hunter climbed up the tree with the help of the creeper. He got to the top and spread his net there.

Then he climbed down and went away.

In the evening, the geese returned home. They did not notice the net. As they flew into the tree, they were
trapped. They struggled hard to get out, but could not.

"Help! Help!" cried the geese. "We are caught in the hunter's net. Oh! What shall we do?"

"Don't make a fuss now," said the wise old bird. "Long ago I told you to destroy the creeper, but you did not.

Now see what has happened. Tomorrow morning the hunter will come back and kill us all."

 

“We were foolish," wept the birds. "We are very sorry we did not listen to you. Please tell us what to do?"

"Then listen carefully," replied the wise bird. 'When the hunter comes you must all pretend to be dead.

Just lie still. The hunter will not want dead birds. He will throw us to the ground. It will then
be easy for him to climb down, collect the dead birds, and take them home. When the last of us has
been thrown down, we must quickly get up and fly away."

In the morning the hunter came to the tree and climbed up. He looked at the geese in the net.

"They are all dead," he muttered to himself. He threw them out of the net one by one.
The birds lay still until the last one had been thrown down. Then, all at once, they got up,

flapped their wings, and flew away.

The hunter was taken by surprise. From the top of the tree he watched all the geese fly away.