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Este cuento se llama La leyenda del Viento del Norte, escrito por Mary Catherine Judd y leído por Lorena Romero. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. Un día, el travieso Viento del Norte vio a un niño comiendo su almuerzo debajo de un árbol. Justo cuando el niño estaba a punto de morder su torta de carne asada, el Viento la sopló fuera de sus manos. El Viento del Norte se rio. "¡Eres horrible, Viento del Norte!", gritó el niño. "¡Devuélveme mi torta!

Este cuento se llama Blancanieves, escrito por los hermanos Grimm, y adaptado y leído por Lorena Romero. Esta es una grabación y traducción de LibraryCall. Érase una vez un rey y una reina que tuvieron una hija. El cabello de la niña era negro como una piedra obsidiana. Sus cachetes eran rositas como las rosas, y su piel era tan blanca como la nieve. Y por eso, la llamaron Blancanieves. Lamentablemente, la reina murió después de darle luz, por lo que la niña nunca conoció a su madre.

This story is called The Boy Who Wanted More Cheese, a story from the Netherlands by William Elliot Griffis. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Klaas was a Dutch boy who lived on a farm where cows were plentiful. His appetite was always good and his mother declared his stomach had no bottom. His hair was of a color half-way between a carrot and a sweet potato and it was as thick as reeds in a swamp. He wore a pair of wooden shoes that made an awful rattle when he ran fast to catch a rabbit, or scuffed slowly to school over the brick road of his village.

This story is called Snow White, written by the brothers Grimm, adapted by Lorena Romero, and read by Madeline Walton-Hadlock. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once upon a time, a king and queen welcomed to the world a beautiful daughter. The baby’s hair was black as obsidian, her cheeks pink as roses, and her skin white as snow. Thus, they named her Snow White. Unfortunately, her mother the queen passed away shortly after giving birth to the child, so the young girl never got to know her mother. Years later, the king remarried.

This story is called The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, adapted and recorded by Library Call. In the ocean, where the water is as clear as a crystal, it is very deep, so deep that no human could reach the bottom. There dwelled the Sea King and his kingdom. The bottom was rich with the most beautiful sea flowers, plants, and fish. In the deepest spot of all stood the castle of the Sea King. Its walls were built of coral, and the long Gothic windows of the clearest amber. The roof was formed of shells that opened and closed as the water flowed over them.

Este cuento se llama Cenicienta, escrito por Charles Perrault y leído por Lorena Romero. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. Érase una vez un caballero honrado que, después de la muerte de su primera esposa, se casó con una mujer desagradable que tenía dos hijas groseras. El hombre tenía una hija, una joven amable e inteligente. La madrastra estaba celosa de las buenas cualidades de la chica, ya que era tan diferente de sus propias hijas.

Este cuento se llama El cocodrilo y el mono, un cuento tradicional de la India, adaptado por W.H.D. Rouse. Esta es una grabación de LibraryCall. Érase una vez un río enorme que era profundo y ancho. En este río vivía un cocodrilo. ¿Has visto un cocodrilo? Son muy largos, dos veces más largos que una cama. Están cubiertos de escamas duras de color verde y amarillo. Tienen hocicos anchos y planos y mandíbulas enormes con cientos de dientes afilados. El cocodrilo de este cuento se sentó en el barro todo el día, medio bajo el agua, tomando el sol y rara vez moviéndose.

This story is called Hansel and Gretel, adapted from the Grimm Fairy Tale, and narrated by Ryan Aoto. This is a Librarycall recording. It was a dark and stormy night. Molly didn't mind. She was warm; she was happy; she was safe. Molly got into her bed and pulled her blanket up to her chin. “All set Sweet Pea?” her grandfather asked. “Yep,” she said. “Grandpa, will you read me a story?” “Oh,” Grandpa said. He started patting his pockets. “I don’t think I have my glasses. Eh, I don’t need them. I know lots of stories.

This story is called The Bat and the Weasel by Aesop. This is a LibraryCall recording. One day, a young bat, who was an inexperienced flyer, fell to the ground and was captured by a hungry weasel. The weasel licked his lips, opened his jaw, and prepared to eat the poor creature. Seeing that he was about to be eaten, the bat begged for the weasel to spare his life. “Please don’t eat me, Mr. Weasel!” "But I couldn’t possibly let you go", said the weasel. "Birds like you have been my enemies since the day I was born." “But I’m not a bird!”, said the bat. “I’m...

This story is called A Legend of the North Wind by Mary Catherine Judd. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. One day, the mischievous North Wind saw a boy eating his lunch under a tree. Just as the boy was about to bite into his sandwich, the North Wind blew it out of his hand and swept away everything else he had packed for his lunch. The North Wind laughed. "You vile North Wind!" cried the boy. "Give me back my sandwich!