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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.

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.

Since we have not met before, I had better introduce myself properly. My name is Lapis, like the blue stone. That’s because my eyes are beautifully blue. And I am a cat. Not just any cat but a magical cat. Well to tell you the truth, I am still training to be a magical cat, but I plan to be brrrrilliant at magic one day. I live a long time before you will be born, more than two and a half thousand years before you will even be thought of. My country is Egypt but I am told that you will call it Ancient Egypt. I am here to tell you stories. The subject of my tales is eternally fascinating.

At the foot of some high mountains there was, once upon a time, a small village, and a little way off two roads met, one of them going to the east and the other to the west. The villagers were quiet, hard-working folk, who toiled in the fields all day, and in the evening set out for home when the bell began to ring in the little church.

Este cuento tradicional se llama El cuento del pollo, adaptado por Earl Stanley Harrison y LibraryCall. Esta es una grabación de LibraryCall. Un día, Pollito Benito caminaba por el bosque cuando una bellota cayó en su cabeza. "¡Ay!" dijo Pollito Benito. El creía que el cielo había caído sobre él. "¡El cielo se está cayendo!" dijo.

Hello, This is Natasha and I’m here with an old French fairy tale about an evil mouse. Listen on, if you dare. One night, a prince and his hunting party rode through a forest by torchlight. The dogs were on the trail of a fawn. The little creature darted across a stream and hid itself among some bushes, but the pack of hounds did not run her down. Instead, they stopped by the stream and gathered around something else that they had unexpectedly discovered. The prince rode up and jumped down onto the ground. He parted his way through the pack, and only now did he see what they had found.

Hello, This is Natasha, and I’m dropping by to tell you a story from Norway about three Billy Goats, and great big fierce Troll who wanted to gobble them up. Prince Bertie’s friend Tim the Tadpole especially requested this story, because it’s small but very interesting, just like he is – so it will only take me a minute or two to tell it two you. Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to eat grass and make themselves fat.

This story is called Ripple the Water Spirit by Louisa May Alcott. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording In the deep blue sea lived Ripple, a Water-Spirit. All day long she danced beneath the coral arches, made garlands of bright ocean flowers, or floated on the great waves that sparkled in the sunlight.

This story is called Marshmallow Goes to School by Madeline Walton-Hadlock. This is a LibraryCall recording. It was the first day of school. Mary sat at the table staring into her bowl of Rainbow Crinkle-Crunch cereal. Why wasn’t she hungry? Rainbow Crinkle-Crunch was her favorite! She picked up her spoon and tried to take a bite, but she was too nervous to eat. “Baa,” said a little voice on the other side of the kitchen door. Mary giggled and felt a bit better. “Sorry, Marshmallow,” Mary called.

Un hombre tenía tres hijos, el hijo menor le decían Simplón, todos se burlaban de él. Un día el mayor hijo fue al bosque a cortar leña; su madre le dio un pedazo de pan muy bueno y sabroso y una botella de jugo para que no pasara hambre ni sed. Al llegar al bosque se encontró con un viejito de pelo gris, que lo saludó amablemente y le dijo: - Dame un pedacito de tu pan y un traguito de tu jugo, tengo hambre y sed. El hijo mayor respondió - Pan y jugo? ¡Yo no tengo nada, sigue tu camino y déjame! - el viejito siguió adelante.