A long time ago,,,,,,

a young man called Crow lIved In one of the vIllages of the Seneca people. HIs
parents had dIed many years before and he had no one to care for hIm, or to cook
and sew for hIm.He lIved at the very edge of the vIllage In a small lodge made
from bark and branches. HIs haIr was always a tangled mess, and hIs clothes were
old and tattered cast offs he had been gIven In
trade.
The village children were cruel and made fun of him
because of the way he looked and because he was an orphan. This was a time
when people did not have stories to teach them how to respect and care for
others.Young Crow was an excellent hunter with his bow and arrows. He traded the
birds and animals he killed for parched corn, other food and clothes.

As winter drew nearer, Crow had to go Iurther and Iurther into the woods to hunt. One day he
went Iurther than he had ever been beIore. Eventually he came to a clearing where there was
a large Ilat smooth stone with another round stone sitting on top oI it.
Crow sat on the Ilat stone and rested his back against the round one. He laid the birds he had
killed next to him. Then he reached into his buckskin pouch Ior some parched corn, and
began to tighten his bowstring.
'Shall I tell you a story? asked a deep rumbling voice near him.
Crow got such a Iright he nearly choked. He jumped up quickly, spitting corn Irom his mouth
and looked around but could see no one.
'Who`s there? shouted Crow. 'Come out and show yourselI.
The clearing was silent. Nothing moved.
'I must be hearing things, Crow said to himselI. 'And now I`m talking to myselI too.
With a laugh, he sat down again and rested his back against the round stone
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8now White and the 8even Dwarfs
Once upon a time in a great castle, a Prince's daughter grew
up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She
was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin was
delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White. Everyone
was quite sure she would become very beautiful. Though her
stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was very beautiful,
and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she
asked it.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the
land?" The reply was always; "You are, your Majesty," until the
dreadful day when she heard it say, "Snow White is the loveliest
in the land." The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy,
began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her trusty
servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Snow White
into the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was
to put her to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward,
agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent little girl away.
However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man's courage
failed him and, leaving Snow White sitting beside a tree, he
mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow White was all alone in
the forest.

Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, alone
in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. She thought she could
feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds
and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by
tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree.

Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a
start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times, she
thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she slept.

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and
Snow White too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and
the little girl was glad to see how silly her fears had been.
However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as she
tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path. She
walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to a
clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny
windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage
was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White pushed the
door open.

"l wonder who lives here?" she said to herself, peeping round
the kitchen. "What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be
seven of them, the table's laid for seven people." Upstairs was a
bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen,
Snow White had an idea.

"'ll make them something to eat. When they come home,
they'll be glad to find a meal ready." Towards dusk, seven tiny
men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the
door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on
the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was
Snow White, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf
prodded her gently.

"Who are you?" he asked. Snow White told them her sad
story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs' eyes. Then one of them
said, as he noisily blew his nose:

"Stay here with us!"

"Hooray! Hooray!" they cheered, dancing joyfully round the
little girl. The dwarfs said to Snow White:

"You can live here and tend to the house while we're down
the mine. Don't worry about your stepmother leaving you in the
forest. We love you and we'll take care of you!" Snow White
gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs
set off for work. But they warned Snow White not to open the
door to strangers.

Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the
heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling
her it belonged to Snow White, so that he could claim the
reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the
magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied:
"The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives in the
seven dwarfs' cottage, down in the forest." The stepmother was
beside herself with rage.

"She must die! She must die!" she screamed. Disguising
herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with
the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the
forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She
reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood waving
goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine.

Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at
the door: KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Who's there?" she called suspiciously, remembering the
dwarfs advice.

"'m an old peasant woman selling apples," came the reply.

" don't need any apples, thank you," she replied.

"But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!" said the
velvety voice from outside the door.

"'m not supposed to open the door to anyone," said the little
girl, who was reluctant to disobey her friends.

"And quite right too! Good girl! f you promised not to open up
to strangers, then of course you can't buy. You are a good girl
indeed!" Then the old woman went on.

"And as a reward for being good, 'm going to make you a gift
of one of my apples!" Without a further thought, Snow White
opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple.

"There! Now isn't that a nice apple?" Snow White bit into the
fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of the
terrible poison left her lifeless instantaneously.

Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But
as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the
quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she
disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky
had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the
valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about
Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the
mountain to the cottage.

There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the
poisoned apple by her side. They did their best to bring her
around, but it was no use.

They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a
bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a
crystal coffin.

Each day they laid a flower there.

Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man
admiring Snow White's lovely face through the glass. After
listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a
suggestion.

"f you allow me to take her to the Castle, 'll call in famous
doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. She's so lovely 'd
love to kiss her!" He did, and as though by magic, the Prince's
kiss broke the spell. To everyone's astonishment, Snow White
opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back to life! Now in
love, the Prince asked Snow White to marry him, and the dwarfs
reluctantly had to say good bye to Snow White.

From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle.
But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little
cottage down in the forest.
Story Telling : Snow Wbite
A long time ago, a child was born to a queen and king and she was called Snow White.
When the queen died, the king married again. This new queen was wicked and hated Snow
white. The queen gave orders that Snow White was to be treated as a servant.


Snow White grew very beautiIul and one day a Prince riding by, saw her at work and Iell in
love with her.


The queen was beautiIul too, and every day she asked her Magic Mirror, "Who is the Iairest
in the land?" and the mirror always answered, "You are the Iairest one oI all".


But one day the mirror answered Snow White was the Iairest in the land, and in a rage the
queen gave orders to one oI her Huntsmen to take Snow White into the woods and kill her.


The Huntsman had a kind heart and couldn't do the deed so told her to run away. She Iled
into the woods where Seven little dwarIs lived. Their house was small and strange.



Snow White entered the little house and Iinding it very untidy, started to clean up. Upstairs
she Iound seven little beds. She was very tired and stretching out on one oI the beds, was
soon asleep.


When the DwarIs came home they were surprised to Iind Snow White and aIter some
argument, decided to let her stay. She promised to cook and look aIter them.


The Queen discovered where Snow White was living and disguising herselI as a witch, took a
poisoned apple and set out Ior the DwarIs cottage. She gave Snow White the poisoned apple
to eat and as soon as she bit the apple, she sank into unconsciousness.


Thinking she was dead, the DwarIs built a glass coIIin and put her in it. For days she lay in
the Iorest in her glass coIIin. One day, the Prince was riding through the Iorest looking Ior
Snow White and Iound her. He leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes and sat up
with a smile. Everyone was happy. The Prince took Snow White to his palace where they
were married and lived happily ever aIter.
%he Ugly Duckling
Once upon a time down on an old farm, lived a duck
family, and Mother Duck had been sitting on a clutch of new
eggs. One nice morning, the eggs hatched and out popped
six chirpy ducklings. But one egg was bigger than the rest,
and it didn't hatch. Mother Duck couldn't recall laying that
seventh egg. How did it get there? TOCK! TOCK! The little
prisoner was pecking inside his shell.

"Did count the eggs wrongly?" Mother Duck wondered.
But before she had time to think about it, the last egg finally
hatched. A strange looking duckling with gray feathers that
should have been yellow gazed at a worried mother. The
ducklings grew quickly, but Mother Duck had a secret worry.

" can't understand how this ugly duckling can be one of
mine!" she said to herself, shaking her head as she looked
at her last born. Well, the gray duckling certainly wasn't
pretty, and since he ate far more than his brothers, he was
outgrowing them. As the days went by, the poor ugly
duckling became more and more unhappy. His brothers
didn't want to play with him, he was so
clumsy, and all the farmyard folks simply laughed at him. He
felt sad and lonely, while Mother Duck did her best to
console him.

"Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. "Why are you so
different from the others?" And the ugly duckling felt worse
than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted
him.

"Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am different
from my brothers?"

Then one day, at sunrise, he ran away from the farmyard.
He stopped at a pond and began to question all the other
birds. "Do you know of any ducklings with gray feathers like
mine?" But everyone shook their heads in scorn.

"We don't know anyone as ugly as you." The ugly duckling
did not lose heart, however, and kept on making inquiries.
He went to another pond, where a pair of large geese gave
him the same answer to his question. What's more, they
warned him: "Don't stay here! Go away! t's dangerous.
There are men with guns around here!" The duckling was
sorry he had ever left the farmyard.

Then one day, his travels took him near an old
countrywoman's cottage. Thinking he was a stray goose,
she caught him.

"'ll put this in a hutch. hope it's a female and lays plenty
of eggs!" said the old woman, whose eyesight was poor. But
the ugly duckling laid not a single egg. The hen kept
frightening him.

"Just wait! f you don't lay eggs, the old woman will wring
your neck and pop you into the pot!" And the cat chipped in:
"Hee! Hee! hope the woman cooks you, then can gnaw at
your bones!" The poor ugly duckling was so scared that he
lost his appetite, though the old woman kept stuffing him
with food and grumbling: "f you won't lay eggs, at least
hurry up and get plump!"

"Oh, dear me!" moaned the now terrified duckling. "'ll die
of fright first! And did so hope someone would love me!"

Then one night, finding the hutch door ajar, he escaped.
Once again he was all alone. He fled as far away as he
could, and at dawn, he found himself in a thick bed of reeds.
"f nobody wants me, 'll hid here forever." There was plenty
a food, and the duckling began to feel a little happier,
though he was lonely. One day at sunrise, he saw a flight of
beautiful birds wing overhead. White, with long slender
necks, yellow beaks and large wings, they were migrating
south.

"f only could look like them, just for a day!" said the
duckling, admiringly. Winter came and the water in the reed
bed froze. The poor duckling left home to seek food in the
snow. He dropped exhausted to the ground, but a farmer
found him and put him in his big jacket pocket.

"'ll take him home to my children. They'll look after him.
Poor thing, he's frozen!" The duckling was showered with
kindly care at the farmer's house. n this way, the ugly
duckling was able to survive the bitterly cold winter.

However, by springtime, he had grown so big that the
farmer decided: "'ll set him free by the pond!" That was
when the duckling saw himself mirrored in the water.

"Goodness! How 've changed! hardly recognize myself!"
The flight of swans winged north again and glided on to the
pond. When the duckling saw them, he realized he was one
of their kind, and soon made friends.

"We're swans like you!" they said, warmly. "Where have
you been hiding?"

"t's a long story," replied the young swan, still astounded.
Now, he swam majestically with his fellow swans. One day,
he heard children on the river bank exclaim: "Look at that
young swan! He's the finest of them all!"

And he almost burst with happiness.
%he Princess and the Pea
Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a
princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all
over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he
wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find
out whether they were real ones. There was always something
about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again
and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real
princess.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and
lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a
knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open
it.

t was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But,
good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her
look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into
the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said
that she was a real princess.

"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she
said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the
bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty
mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down
beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the princess had to lie all night. n the morning she was
asked how she had slept.

"Oh, very badly!" said she. " have scarcely closed my eyes all
night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but was lying on
something hard, so that am black and blue all over my body. t's
horrible!"

Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had
felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty
eider-down beds.

Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a
real princess; and the pea was put in the museum, where it may
still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

There, that is a true story.
inderella
Once upon a time... there lived an unhappy young
girl. Unhappy she was, for her mother was dead, her
father had married another woman, a widow with
two daughters, and her stepmother didn't like her
one little bit. All the nice things, kind thoughts and
loving touches were for her own daughters. And not
just the kind thoughts and love, but also dresses,
shoes, shawls, delicious food, comfy beds, as well
as every home comfort. All this was laid on for her
daughters. But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was
nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters'
hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but
scraps. No nice rests and comfort. For she had to
work hard all day, and only when evening came was
she allowed to sit for a while by the fire, near the
cinders. That is how she got her nickname, for
everybody called her Cinderella. Cinderella used to
spend long hours all alone talking to the cat. The cat
said,

"Miaow", which really meant, "Cheer up! You
have something neither of your stepsisters have and
that is beauty."

t was quite true. Cinderella, even dressed in
rags with a dusty gray face from the cinders, was a
lovely girl. While her stepsisters, no matter how
splendid and elegant their clothes, were still clumsy,
lumpy and ugly and always would be.

One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the
house. A ball was to be held at Court and the
stepsisters were getting ready to go to it. Cinderella,
didn't even dare ask, "What about me?" for she
knew very well what the answer to that would be:

"You? My dear girl, you're staying at home to
wash the dishes, scrub the floors and turn down the
beds for your stepsisters. They will come home tired
and very sleepy." Cinderella sighed at the cat.

"Oh dear, 'm so unhappy!" and the cat murmured
"Miaow".

Suddenly something amazing happened. n the
kitchen, where Cinderella was sitting all by herself,
there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared.

"Don't be alarmed, Cinderella," said the fairy.
"The wind blew me your sighs. know you would
love to go to the ball. And so you shall!"

"How can , dressed in rags?" Cinderella replied.
"The servants will turn me away!" The fairy smiled.
With a flick of her magic wand... Cinderella found
herself wearing the most beautiful dress, the
loveliest ever seen in the realm.

"Now that we have settled the matter of the
dress," said the fairy, "we'll need to get you a coach.
A real lady would never go to a ball on foot!"

"Quick! Get me a pumpkin!" she ordered.

"Oh of course," said Cinderella, rushing away.
Then the fairy turned to the cat.

"You, bring me seven mice!"

"Seven mice!" said the cat. " didn't know fairies
ate mice too!"

"They're not for eating, silly! Do as you are told!...
and, remember they must be alive!"

Cinderella soon returned with a fine pumpkin and
the cat with seven mice he had caught in the cellar.

"Good!" exclaimed the fairy. With a flick of her
magic wand... wonder of wonders! The pumpkin
turned into a sparkling coach and the mice became
six white horses, while the seventh mouse turned
into a coachman, in a smart uniform and carrying a
whip. Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes.

" shall present you at Court. You will soon see
that the Prince, in whose honor the ball is being
held, will be enchanted by your loveliness. But
remember! You must leave the ball at midnight and
come home. For that is when the spell ends. Your
coach will turn back into a pumpkin, the horses will
become mice again and the coachman will turn back
into a mouse... and you will be dressed again in rags
and wearing clogs instead of these dainty little
slippers! Do you understand?" Cinderella smiled and
said,

"Yes, understand!"

When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the
palace, a hush fell. Everyone stopped in mid-
sentence to admire her elegance, her beauty and
grace.

"Who can that be?" people asked each other. The
two stepsisters also wondered who the newcomer
was, for never in a month of Sundays, would they
ever have guessed that the beautiful girl was really
poor Cinderella who talked to the cat!

When the prince set eyes on Cinderella, he was
struck by her beauty. Walking over to her, he bowed
deeply and asked her to dance. And to the great
disappointment of all the young ladies, he danced
with Cinderella all evening.

"Who are you, fair maiden?" the Prince kept
asking her. But Cinderella only replied:

"What does it matter who am! You will never see
me again anyway."

"Oh, but shall, 'm quite certain!" he replied.

Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball... But,
all of a sudden, she heard the sound of a clock: the
first stroke of midnight! She remembered what the
fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she
slipped from the Prince's arms and ran down the
steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but
not for a moment did she dream of stopping to pick it
up! f the last stroke of midnight were to sound...
oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and
vanished into the night.

The Prince, who was now madly in love with her,
picked up her slipper and said to his ministers,

"Go and search everywhere for the girl whose
foot this slipper fits. will never be content until find
her!" So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of
all the girls... and on Cinderella's foot as well...
Surprise! The slipper fitted perfectly.

"That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at
the ball," snapped the stepmother. "Tell the Prince
he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can't
you see how ugly Cinderella is! Can't you see?"

Suddenly she broke off, for the fairy had
appeared.

"That's enough!" she exclaimed, raising her magic
wand. n a flash, Cinderella appeared in a splendid
dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her
stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in
amazement, and the ministers said,

"Come with us, fair maiden! The Prince awaits to
present you with his engagement ring!" So
Cinderella joyfully went with them, and lived happily
ever after with her Prince. And as for the cat, he just
said "Miaow"!
%he End
ittle Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time in the middle of a thick forest
stood a small cottage, the home of a pretty little girl
known to everyone as Little Red Riding Hood. One
day, her Mummy waved her goodbye at the garden
gate, saying: "Grandma is ill. Take her this basket of
cakes, but be very careful. Keep to the path through
the wood and don't ever stop. That way, you will
come to no harm."

Little Red Riding Hood kissed her mother and ran
off. "Don't worry," she said, "'ll run all the way to
Grandma's without stopping."

Full of good intentions, the little girl made her way
through the wood, but she was soon to forget her
mother's wise words. "What lovely strawberries! And
so red."

Laying her basket on the ground, Little Red Riding
Hood bent over the strawberry plants. "They're nice
and ripe, and so big! Yummy! Delicious! Just
another one. And one more. This is the last. Well,
this one Mmmm."

The red fruit peeped invitingly through the leaves
in the grassy glade, and Little Red Riding Hood ran
back and forth popping strawberries into her mouth.
Suddenly she remembered her mother, her promise,
Grandma and the basket and hurried back towards
the path. The basket was still in the grass and,
humming to herself, Little Red Riding Hood walked
on.

The wood became thicker and thicker. Suddenly a
yellow butterfly fluttered down through the trees.
Little Red Riding Hood started to chase the butterfly.

"'ll catch you! 'll catch you!" she called. Suddenly
she saw some large daisies in the grass.

"Oh, how sweet!" she exclaimed and, thinking of
Grandma, she picked a large bunch of flowers.

n the meantime, two wicked eyes were spying on
her from behind a tree a strange rustling in the
woods made Little Red Riding Hood's heart thump.

Now quite afraid she said to herself. " must find
the path and run away from here!"

At last she reached the path again but her heart
leapt into her mouth at the sound of a gruff voice
which said: "Where are you going, my pretty girl, all
alone in the woods?"

"'m taking Grandma some cakes. She lives at the
end of the path," said Little Riding Hood in a faint
voice.

When he heard this, the wolf (for it was the big
bad wolf himself) politely asked: "Does Grandma
live by herself?"

"Oh, yes," replied Little Red Riding Hood, "and she
never opens the door to strangers!"

"Goodbye. Perhaps we'll meet again," replied the
wolf. Then he loped away thinking to himself "'ll
gobble the grandmother first, then lie in wait for the
grandchild!" At last, the cottage came in sight.
Knock! Knock! The wolf rapped on the door.

"Who's there?" cried Grandma from her bed.

"t's me, Little Red Riding Hood. 've brought you
some cakes because you're ill," replied the wolf,
trying hard to hide his gruff voice.

"Lift the latch and come in," said Grandma,
unaware of anything amiss, till a horrible shadow
appeared on the wall. Poor Grandma! For in one
bound, the wolf leapt across the room and, in a
single mouthful, swallowed the old lady. Soon after,
Little Red Riding Hood tapped on the door.

"Grandma, can come in?" she called.

Now, the wolf had put on the old lady's shawl and
cap and slipped into the bed. Trying to imitate
Grandma's quavering little voice, he replied: "Open
the latch and come in!

"What a deep voice you have," said the little girl in
surprise.

"The better to greet you with," said the wolf.

"Goodness, what big eyes you have."

"The better to see you with."

"And what big hands you have!" exclaimed Little
Red Riding Hood, stepping over to the bed.

"The better to hug you with," said the wolf.

"What a big mouth you have," the little girl
murmured in a weak voice.

"The better to eat you with!" growled the wolf, and
jumping out of bed, he swallowed her up too. Then,
with a fat full tummy, he fell fast asleep.

n the meantime, a hunter had emerged from the
wood, and on noticing the cottage, he decided to
stop and ask for a drink. He had spent a lot of time
trying to catch a large wolf that had been terrorizing
the neighborhood, but had lost its tracks. The hunter
could hear a strange whistling sound; it seemed to
be coming from inside the cottage. He peered
through the window and saw the large wolf himself,
with a fat full tummy, snoring away in Grandma's
bed.

"The wolf! He won't get away this time!"

Without making a sound, the hunter carefully
loaded his gun and gently opened the window. He
pointed the barrel straight at the wolf's head and
BANG! The wolf was dead.

"Got you at last!" shouted the hunter in glee.
"You'll never frighten anyone again.

He cut open the wolf's stomach and to his
amazement, out popped Grandma and Little Red
Riding Hood, safe and unharmed.

"You arrived just in time," murmured the old lady,
quite overcome by all the excitement.

"t's safe to go home now," the hunter told Little
Red Riding Hood. "The big bad wolf is dead and
gone, and there is no danger on the path.

Still scared, the little girl hugged her grandmother.
Oh, what a dreadful fright!"

Much later, as dusk was falling, Little Red Riding
Hood's mother arrived, all out of breath, worried
because her little girl had not come home. And when
she saw Little Red Riding Hood, safe and sound,
she burst into tears of joy.

After thanking the hunter again, Little Red Riding
Hood and her mother set off towards the wood. As
they walked quickly through the trees, the little girl
told her mother: "We must always keep to the path
and never stop. That way, we come to no harm!"
%he End
%he %hree ittle Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who
left their mummy and daddy to see the world.

All summer long, they roamed through the woods
and over the plains, playing games and having fun.
None were happier than the three little pigs, and
they easily made friends with everyone. Wherever
they went, they were given a warm welcome, but as
summer drew to a close, they realized that folk were
drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for
winter. Autumn came and it began to rain. The three
little pigs started to feel they needed a real home.
Sadly they knew that the fun was over now and they
must set to work like the others, or they'd be left in
the cold and rain, with no roof over their heads.
They talked about what to do, but each decided for
himself. The laziest little pig said he'd build a straw
hut.

"t will only take a day,' he said. The others
disagreed.

"t's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he
refused to listen. Not quite so lazy, the second little
pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood.

"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" t took him two days to nail
them together. But the third little pig did not like the
wooden house.

"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "t
takes time, patience and hard work to build a house
that is strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and
snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"

The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house
took shape, brick by brick. From time to time, his
brothers visited him, saying with a chuckle.

"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you
come and play?" But the stubborn bricklayer pig just
said "no".

" shall finish my house first. t must be solid and
sturdy. And then 'll come and play!" he said. " shall
not be foolish like you! For he who laughs last,
laughs longest!"

t was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a
big wolf in the neighborhood.

The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came
the wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw
hut.

"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering.
want to speak to you!"

"'d rather stay where am!" replied the little pig in
a tiny voice.

"'ll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily,
and puffing out his chest, he took a very deep
breath. Then he blew with all his might, right onto
the house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped
against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast.
Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not
notice that the little pig had slithered out from
underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing
towards his brother's wooden house. When he
realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf
grew wild with rage.

"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as
he ran into the wooden house. The other little pig
greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf.

" hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean
against the door so he can't break in!"

Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words.
Starving as he was, at the idea of a two course
meal, he rained blows on the door.

"Open up! Open up! only want to speak to you!"

nside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their
best to hold the door fast against the blows. Then
the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew
in a really enormous breath, and went ...
WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a
pack of cards.

Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the
scene from the window of his own brick house, and
he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers.
And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was
already hammering furiously on the door. This time,
the wolf had grave doubts. This house had a much
more solid air than the others. He blew once, he
blew again and then for a third time. But all was in
vain. For the house did not budge an inch. The three
little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade.
Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to
try one of his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby
ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney.
However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and
he quickly said.

"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust
down the chimney, the wolf was not sure if he
should slide down the black hole. t wouldn't be easy
to get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices
below only made him feel hungrier.

"'m dying of hunger! 'm going to try and get
down." And he let himself drop. But landing was
rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire,
stunned by his fall.

The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail
became a flaring torch.

"Never again! Never again will go down a
chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out the
flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he
could.

The three happy little pigs, dancing round and
round the yard, began to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la!
The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"

From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's
brothers set to work with a will. n less than no time,
up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did
return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when
he caught sight of three chimneys, he remembered
the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for good.

Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to
his brothers. "No more work! Come on, let's go and
play!"
%he End