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The air was bone chillingly cold. The sound of the sleds filled the streets with winter cheer. Though the town was filled with joy, the air was menacing to the lovely little animals who could not seek shelter. The streets were quiet in mid-afternoon. Workers hurried to their offices; every dog remained at home; not a bird was to be seen or heard. The sparrows had been forced to hide themselves from the cold.

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.

Este cuento se llama El patito feo, escrito por Hans Christian Andersen y narrado por Lorena Romero. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. El campo era tan hermoso durante el verano. El trigo era amarillo y la avena todavía estaba verde. Desde el alto del campo hasta el agua crecían plantas grandes con hojas enormes, y ahí había hecho una pata su nido. Estaba empollando sus patitos, pero la pata empezó a perder la paciencia.

A Wolf had been feasting too greedily, and a bone had stuck crosswise in his throat. He could get it neither up nor down, and of course he could not eat a thing. Naturally that was an awful state of affairs for a greedy Wolf. So away he hurried to the Crane. He was sure that she, with her long neck and bill, would easily be able to reach the bone and pull it out. "I will reward you very handsomely," said the Wolf, "if you pull that bone out for me." The Crane, as you can imagine, was very uneasy about putting her head in a Wolf's throat.

This story is called The Crow and the Pitcher, a fable by Aesop, read by Molly. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. One summer day, a relentless heat beat down upon the earth. High up in the sky, a thirsty Crow had been flying for hours in search of water. Her beak and feathers were bone dry, and she knew she needed to find water soon. Just when the Crow was about to lose hope, she spotted something shiny on a picnic table in the distance. It was a pitcher! The Crow was filled with relief as she flew towards it. She landed on the picnic table and took a closer look.

Long, long ago, there lived an old woman in a little cottage by the forest. She was not a poor old woman. She had plenty of wood to burn in winter, and plenty of meal to bake into bread all the year round. Her clothes were old-fashioned but warm. She always wore a grey dress and a little red cap. Late one summer afternoon, the cottage door was open. The old woman stood by her fire, baking cakes for her evening meal. How good they smelled! A tall old man who was passing by the cottage stopped a moment.