fairies

This story is called Little Bunny Foo-Foo written by Madeline Walton-Hadlock and based on the traditional children’s song of the same name. This is a LibraryCall recording. Little Bunny Foo-Foo was always getting into mischief. When his grandma told him to brush his teeth, he got distracted and used his toothbrush to comb his gray ears instead. At the dinner table, he forgot his manners. He slurped his carrot soup and did not stay in his seat. It was hard to sit still when his body felt so very bouncy.

Este cuento se llama El picapedrero, un cuento escrito por Earl Stanley Harrison y leído por Daniel Fernando. Esta es una grabación y adaptación de LibraryCall. Había una vez un picapedrero que pasaba sus días cortando piedras. Su trabajo era largo y arduo, y ganaba muy poco dinero.

The Story of the Yellow Flowers by Frances Weld Danielson. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once there were a great many weeds in a field. No one appreciated the weeds and they felt as though they had no place in the world. The cows would not eat them, the children would not pick them, and even the bugs did not seem to like them. “I don’t see what we’re here for,” said one of the weeds.

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.

El Pinito Un pequeño pino estaba en el bosque. No tenía hojas como los otros árboles, sino tenía hojas pequeñas que parecían agujas. El arbolito dijo: "No me gustan mis hojas pequeñas de pino. Todos los demás árboles del bosque tienen hojas bonitas y grandes. Yo también quiero hojas. Pero tendré mejores hojas. Quiero hojas de oro". Llegó la noche y el arbolito se durmió. Un hada se acercó y le dio hojas de oro. Cuando el pequeño pino se despertó tenía hojas de oro. Decía: "¡Oh, soy tan bonito!

Why Pigs Have Curly Tails THERE was once a fairy who fell into a bramble-bush. It was a very closely grown bush, and she could not get out. She was sadly scratched, and the thorns caught her tiny delicate wings and tore her pretty frail dress into shreds. The bramble-bush formed part of a hedge which ran along the side of an orchard, and presently a horse came sauntering up to the hedge. “Oh, please help me, sir,” said the fairy. “I’m caught in a bramble-bush, and can’t get out.” The horse came and looked at her. “That’s a nasty place to be in,” he said.

THE LITTLE PINE TREE Once upon a time there was a little pine tree who lived in the woods. It had no leaves. It had needles. The little tree said, "I do not like needles. All the other trees in the woods have pretty leaves. I want leaves, too. But I will have better leaves than all the other trees. I want gold leaves." The little tree didn’t know it but a fairy from the forest had heard his wish. Night came and the little tree went to sleep. The fairy came by and gave it gold leaves. When the little tree woke it had leaves of gold. It said, "Oh, I am so pretty!

Este cuento se llama Cartas de las hadas escrito por Anna Suarez. Este es un cuento original y una grabación de LibraryCall. Había una chica llamada Ariel que vivía en una granja al final del Camino Lavanda. Detrás de la granja había un arroyo. A Ariel le encantaban los calurosos días de verano, recogiendo frutas frescas y saltando por las rocas del arroyo. La naturaleza siempre estuvo a su alrededor. Una luminosa mañana de verano, Ariel se despertó y escuchó a su madre llamarla.

This story is called Diamonds and Toads by Charles Perrault. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once upon a time, there was a cruel woman who had two daughters. The older daughter, Vivian, looked just like her mother and had a similarly foul temperament. The younger daughter, Isabelle, was good-natured and friendly. The woman spoiled her older daughter, showering Vivian with new clothes and expensive cuts of meat. Meanwhile, the mother ignored Isabelle and required her to work hard all day just to eat the scraps of food left behind by her sister.

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.