kindness

This story is called The Kind Elephant, a traditional story from Afghanistan adapted by Arezo Mayaar and translated by Arezo Mayaar and Molly Milazzo. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. There was once a kind elephant who lived in a beautiful green forest. The elephant had a heart as big as his enormous gray body, but he was lonely. So one day, he decided to go in search of a friend. He lumbered along until came upon a small brown animal sitting at the base of a tree. The animal had enormous ears and a fluffy white tail.

(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.

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.

This story is called The Fairy Flower by Louisa M. Alcott, adapted and recorded by LibraryCall. In a large and pleasant garden sat little Annie, all alone. She seemed very sad. Drops of tears like dew fell fast upon the flowers beside her. The warm wind lifted up her shining hair, while the sunbeams made little rainbows in her tears. Annie, tell me why you weep,” said a low voice in her ear. Looking up, the child beheld a small figure standing on a vine leaf at her side.

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.