Friendship

Este cuento se llama Winnie the Pooh y la cola de Ígor escrito por A.A. Milne. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. En un rincón del bosque, Ígor, el viejo burro gris, estaba solo pensando en cosas. A veces pensaba con tristeza para sí mismo: "¿Por qué?" y a veces pensaba: "¿Cuándo?" y otras veces pensaba: "¿Cuál?", y luego no sabía muy bien en qué estaba pensando. Entonces, cuando apareció Winnie the Pooh, Ígor se alegró de dejar de pensar por un momento para decirle: "¿Cómo estás?" de una manera sombría. "Bien.

(Caribbean music steel pan music plays) Papa Bois was traveling through the forests of Trinidad in the Caribbean islands. Papa Bois' beard of leaves rustled against his face as he walked amongst the trees with his goat-like feet. He is known as the Ancient One and never met anyone like himself, but that was okay because he felt no difference between himself and all the living things in the world. Papa Bois was very old and had seen many things in the past, but he was also large, strong, and muscular. Sometimes he would change in different forms when needed.

This story is called The Neighbors: Julian and Leilani Out in Nature by Lauren Kratz Prushko. This is a LibraryCall recording. In two tiny houses on two little hills two best friends, Julian and Leilani opened their doors, (opening door sound) they clicked off their lights, they stepped outside, and they closed their doors. Then, they went up the hill. They went down the hill. They went up the hill. They went down the hill. They went up the hill. They went down the hill. And they met in the middle. "Hello, hello, Julian," said Leilani. "Hello, hello Leilani," said Julian.

A certain man had a donkey, which had carried the corn sacks to the mill loyally for many a long year; but his strength was going, and he was growing more and more unfit for work. His master began to wonder if it was worth his while by keeping this old donkey much longer. The donkey, seeing that no good wind was blowing, ran away and set out on the road to Bremen. “There,” he thought, “I can surely be a town musician.” When he had walked some distance, he found a dog lying on the road, gasping like one who had run until he was tired.