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Este cuento se llama Calabaza Pequeña y el Día de Acción de Gracias por Madge A. Bingham. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. Era la noche antes del Día de Acción de Gracias. En el huerto de calabazas de Pepe Pecas, Calabaza Grande, Calabaza Mediana y Calabaza Pequeña estaban completamente maduras. Sabían que las recogerían pronto. "Estoy preocupada", dijo Calabaza Pequeña a sus amigos. "Escuché a Pepe decir que planea recogernos mañana". "No tengas miedo", dijo Calabaza Grande.

This story is called Mama Turkey and the Fox by Abbie Phillips Walker. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Every night when the sun set, Mama Turkey took her chicks to the highest branch they could reach in an old apple tree.

This story is called The True Tale of the Phantom Coach by W.t. Linskill. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. The great curtain had fallen after the play, and I was standing chatting on the stage of the theatre in Cambridge when one of the stage men came to tell me I was wanted at the stage door and I must hurry up at once. I proceeded, and someone shouted out “Come with us, we want you to meet a fellow named Willie Carson, and there will be supper.

This story is called Little Pumpkin’s Thanksgiving by Madge A. Bingham. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. It was the night before Thanksgiving. Big Pumpkin, Medium Pumpkin, and Little Pumpkin were waiting on their vines in Peter Piper’s pumpkin patch. They were fully ripe, so they knew their time in the garden must come to an end soon. “I’m worried,” Little Pumpkin said to his friends. “I overheard Peter say he’s planning to pick us tomorrow.” “There’s no need to be afraid,” said Big Pumpkin. “We will make delicious pies for someone’s Thanksgiving dinner.

Había una vez un picapedrero que pasaba sus días cortando piedras de grandes rocas. Su trabajo era largo y arduo, y ganaba muy poco dinero. Un día, cansado de su duro trabajo, suspiró tristemente y exclamó, “¡Desearía ser lo suficientemente rico para pasar la vida acostado en un sofá suave, comiendo lo que quiera!” De repente, un hada vestida de verde apareció, agitó su varita mágica, y le dijo, “Tu deseo se ha cumplido.” Y así, el hombre fue rico. Durante varios días, se sentó en su nuevo sofá suave comiendo barbacoa y bebiendo agua fresca.

Este cuento se llama El pequeño manzano escrito por Jasmine Stone Van Dresser. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. En un hermoso huerto lleno de árboles cargados de brillantes manzanas redondas, un pequeño manzano suspiró. A diferencia de los otros árboles, sus manzanas permanecieron pequeñas, verdes y duras. "Todavía soy un árbol joven. Quizás mis manzanas madurarán más lentamente", pensó. "Debo ser paciente.

This story is called the Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe, apated and recorded by LibraryCall. The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men.

This story is called The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe, adapted and recorded by LibraryCall. I am dreadfully nervous, but would you call me mad? Observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but I conceived of it, it haunted me day and night. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never insulted me. I did not desire his wealth. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it.

This story is called The Witch, written and recorded by LibraryCall. In a colorful neighborhood, there was a group of friends that spent almost all their time together. They loved spending their days at the park, gathering and telling stories on the playground. Some of them would skateboard, others would swing on the swing set. It was October, the most exciting month of the year.

The Rain This story is called The Rain, written and recorded by LibraryCall. There once lived a clever crow. She was so thirsty and could not find any water to drink. A terrible drought brought sadness and fear to the forests. The once crystalline lake dried out and the jewel-like dew drops in the mornings were gone. The animals suffered deeply from the drought and many craved fresh water like The Crow. The Crow’s thirst was unbearable and she could not give up her search. She approached the blue birds and asked them where she could find water.