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In a small village by the sea there was a girl named Melita. It was summer. The breeze was warm and scented with the flowers that covered the village. Melita loved the summertime. She spent her days basking in the sun, and when it was too hot, she would take a dip in the sea. At the highest point in the village, at the top of a hill, there was a mansion that stood out against the sunny, happy village. The mansion had been painted black with dark purple accents, which seemed curious for a home by the sea.

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.

Hello, this is Jana, and I’m here with a love story from ancient times. We’re in a romantic mood, because we are recording this just before St Valentine’s day. First we must set the scene. The Dardanelles is a stretch of seawater that separates the continents of Europe and Asia. In ancient times, this thin, winding sea, that looks something like a broad river, was called the Hellespont. It’s very deep and about three quarters of a mile wide at its narrowest point. Do you think it would be safe to attempt to swim across it?

Animals of the woods, listen to the Manifesto of Peace. No animal shall eat another. This is Richard, and I’m here with a fable by Aesop, that Bertie has brought up to date for Storynory. Mr. Fox was strolling through the woods when he noticed a plump hen sitting on the branch of a tree. “Ah,” he said to himself. “Lunch.” But he did not say that aloud. No, he was far too cunning to show what he was really thinking. Instead, he said, “Good day to you, my lovely lady. May the angel of peace be upon you.