Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow Legend Story

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Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow Legend Story

Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow Story ~ Legend Stories for Kids 

This is the Tale of Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow, a Legend Story for Kids. It is one of the many adventures of Robin HoodIt is adapted and brought to you by Stories to Grow by.

In all the land, none was better with a bow and arrow than Robin Hood.  He lived with his band of Merry Men in Sherwood Forest, the woods where the King’s royal deer were kept.

A few years before, King Richard had ruled the land.  King Richard let people who were poor come into Sherwood Forest and hunt the deer to get food for their families. But the time came for King Richard and his army to leave England.  As soon as he was gone, his younger brother John took over the throne. Bad King John did not want anyone to come into Sherwood Forest to hunt the royal deer.  From then on, anyone who was seen hunting the King’s deer in Sherwood Forest would be hanged!

Robin Hood did not care about that.  Dressed in green from his cap to his boots, it was not easy to see him in the woods.  The bushes and trees of Sherwood Forest hid him as he hunted the King’s deer. Robin Hood and his Merry Men would hide when rich nobles and dukes passed through the woods.  Then all at once, they would jump out and rob those rich men. And Robin Hood would give all the money to the poor.

The rich men who were robbed went to the King.  They told Bad King John what was going on in Sherwood Forest. Everyone said something must be done!  And so the King put the Sheriff of Nottingham in charge of Sherwood Forest. It would be his job to catch Robin Hood - once and for all!


And Robin Hood would give all the money to the poor.


But the man in green was too quick.  His Merry Men would warn Robin Hood each time they saw the Sheriff of Nottingham or his guards in the woods.

So the Sheriff came up with a new plan.  “I will call for a great contest,” he said, “to find out who is the best in the land with a bow and arrow. The winner will go home with a Golden Arrow.” The Sheriff said in a low voice, “If I know Robin Hood, he will not be able to stay away from such a contest. And when he comes, we will catch him!”

“Robin Hood, don’t go to the contest!” said Little John.  Of all the Merry Men, Robin Hood trusted Little John the most. “It is a trap!” said Little John.  “When they see you, they will get you.”

Robin Hood said nothing.  In his heart, he wanted to go.


“It is a trap!” said Little John.


On the day of the contest, ten fine bowmen lined up.  The round target was so far away they could barely see its black and red circles.  One by one, each young man shot his best arrow. Some of the arrows landed on the target, but none came close to the center.

The Sheriff turned to one of his guards.  “Do you see him? Is he here?”

“No, Sire.  Robin Hood has red hair.  None of the ones who are shooting has red hair.”

“That wimp!” said the Sheriff.  “He stayed away because he fears me!”


The Sheriff turned to one of his guards.  “Do you see him? Is he here?”


Two bowmen were left.  With care, the Sheriff’s man, William, took aim.  His arrow landed at the very center of the target - a bull’s eye!  The crowd cheered for William.

It was time for the last bowman.  His arrow sailed through the air.  It landed right through the bull’s eye arrow, cutting it in half!  In a flash, the bowman let go of two more arrows. Each one flew to where the Sheriff sat, pinning him to his seat, one arrow on each side.  

The Sheriff did not know what was going on!  Then the man in green pulled off a black wig and threw it on the ground.  

“Get him, you fools!” shouted the Sheriff.  “It's Robin Hood!”

But our hero jumped over the wall to a horse waiting for him, and was gone. Robin Hood had escaped!

This tale "Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow" is but one of the many adventures of Robin Hood, the most loved hero in England.  And one of the most loved heroes in all the world.



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Swapping Places Folktale

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Swapping Places ~ English Story for Kids 

This is the Folktale Story of "The Husband Who Minded the House". It has been re-imaged into the folktale of "Swapping Places". It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

In a small farm in Norway there lived a young man and his wife who loved each other very much.  But if you could see them at home, well, it may not be so easy for you to tell.

One day, the husband came home and looked about.  He did not like what he saw.

“This place is a mess!” he said.

“What do you expect?” said his wife. “There is yarn to spin and dinner to be made.  Our house is small. And we have a baby to watch.”

“It looks like the cow walked right through here!” he said.

“What if she did?” said the wife.  “It would not be the first time.”


“It looks like the cow walked right through here!” he said.


“When I come home,” he said, “our place should look better than this!  I leave at dawn and work all day in the fields.”

“Is that so?” said the wife.  “And who is up before dawn? Who do you think goes out to the henhouse so there is a hot egg breakfast ready for you?”

“When is the last time we had butter with our eggs?” he said.

“It takes a long time to make butter!” said the wife.  “You should try it!”

“Maybe I will!” said the husband. “I bet I could do everything around here just perfect!”

“Really?” said the wife.  “If you are so sure, let us swap places for a day.  I will farm the fields and you can take care of the house.  To spend the day walking up and down rows of dirt sounds like a vacation to me!”


“Really?” said the wife.  “If you are so sure, how about if we swap places for a day?”


“Bah!” he said.  “You’re on, wife!” And the two of them shook hands.

The next morning, the wife picked up a sickle – that is a tool used for cutting hay.  And with the sickle over her shoulder, she headed out the door.

When she was gone, the husband said to himself, “I will show her!  First, I will start that butter.” He pulled out the butter churn and poured in some cream.  He turned the crank over and over. Crank, crank, crank.  “Now I must have something to drink,” he said.  “We have a barrel of apple cider in the basement.  I will get some.”

In the basement, he had just pulled out the tap from the barrel when he heard the pig walk inside.


The husband said to himself, “I will show her!”


“Oh no, that pig will knock over the butter churn!” The husband ran upstairs.  But alas! it was too late. All the cream had run out. The pig was having a fine time with its nose to the floor, licking the rich cream.  

“Shoo!  Get out of here!” yelled the husband.  At last the pig was shouted and shoo’ed out the door.  But all the noise woke up the baby, who started to cry.

The husband remembered the tap in his hands.  With the hole open, did the apple cider all run out of the barrel?  He rushed down to the basement. As he feared, the cider lay in a big puddle on the floor.  The baby was still crying.

“I must deal with the baby, then go back to making butter,” he said.  He settled the baby, then he put more cream in the butter churn. Crank, crank, crank, all over again.  


“As he feared, the cider lay in a big puddle on the floor.


All at once, he remembered the cow.  She had been shut up in the barn since morning .  She had not been milked or fed, and it was nearly noon!

Then the husband got an idea.  It would take too much time to lead the cow out to the pasture, so what if the cow could eat grass from the roof of their house?  For you see, long ago people put grass on top of their houses for a roof. “All I have to do is lean a plank from the roof to the ground, and the cow will be able to walk right up to the roof.” And he felt very good about himself.

But the husband knew that before he went out to get the cow, he must take the butter churn.  For the baby was crawling on the floor and could tip it over. So he put the churn on his back and then headed to the barn.  

But first, the cow must have some water.  So he went to the well to pull up a bucket of water.  As he bent over the well with the bucket of water, all the cream from the churn spilled over his head and right down into the well!  


“All I have to do is lean a plank from the roof to the ground, and the cow will be able to walk right up to the roof.”


By then it was time to start dinner.  As he was making the porridge, he started to worry – what if the cow fell off the roof?  So he climbed up and tied a rope around the cow. He dropped the other end of the rope down the chimney.  And when he went inside, he tied the other end to his leg.

The husband was setting the pot of porridge on the fire for dinner when the cow, indeed, did slip off the roof!  As she fell, she dragged the husband right up the chimney. The cow hung in the air outside, swinging back and forth.  And the husband hung, upside down, stuck in the chimney.

In the fields, the wife had waited a long time for the call to come home for dinner.  But no call did she hear, so at last she decided to go home. When she did, much to her surprise, there was their cow swinging back and forth in the air.  Very fast, she cut the rope with her sickle. When she did, in a flash down dropped the cow. At the same time, down fell her husband head first down the chimney.  When the wife walked inside, there was her husband with his head in the porridge pot!

"What happened to you?" cried the wife.

His face was in the porridge so she could not hear what he was saying.

"Let me help you out of there," she said.  Soon he was standing up.

The wife ran a finger up his cheek and tasted the porridge.

"Hmm," she said.  "Not done." 

"I am done!" said he.  "No more work in the house for me!  How do you do it every day?"

The wife picked up the baby.  "I do what needs to get done," said she.  "I just hope there is enough porridge left in that pot for supper."

"Sit down and rest," said the husband.  "I will get what is left of it this time.  I must say, I am glad you are the one to take care of all the hard work in this house!"



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Folktales: How to Turn Dirt into Gold

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How to Turn Dirt into Gold How to Turn Dirt Into Gold ~ English Story for Kids 

This is the Folktale Story of "The Old Alchemist". It has been re-imagined into the folktale of "How to Turn Dirt into Gold". It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

If you ever wanted to turn dirt into gold, you are not alone.  Years ago, many people spent a lot of time trying to do this. They were called by a long name - “alchemists.”  Yet none of them could really pull it off. After all, who can really turn dirt into gold? You may be surprised to learn there is a way.  Hear this story and find out.

Long ago in a country called Burma, in Asia, there lived a young wife.  She loved her husband very much, but one fear was heavy on her mind.

“Husband,” said, “All day long you try to turn dirt into gold.  You do nothing else! Soon, I fear all of our money will be gone.”

“I do this for us!” said her husband.  “Someday we will both be rich, and you will thank me!”

“If we live that long,” said his wife in a quiet voice.  She knew she needed help, and so she went to her father’s house.


“I do this for us!” said her husband.  “Someday we will both be rich, and you will thank me!”


“Father,” she said.  “From morning to night, my husband tries to turn dirt into gold.  Soon we will be out of money. I try to talk to him, but he will not listen.  Please, will you talk to him?”

“My dear,” said her father, “of course.”  

“Thank you!”  She felt better already.

The next day, the father went to see his daughter’s husband.

“I hear you are trying to turning dirt into gold,” he said to the young man.

“I will do it!” said the young man. “It just takes some time.”

“I know,” said the father, and the young man looked up in surprise.  “Ah! There is something you do not know about me. When I was your age I, too, was an alchemist.”

“You were?” said the young man.


“When I was your age I, too, was an alchemist.”


“And not only that,” said the father, “but after many years I found out the secret.”

“You know how?”

“I do,” said the old man.  “But by then I was too old and it was too hard for me to carry it out.  I did not know anyone younger I could trust.” He looked at his son-in-law right in the eye.  

“You can trust me!” cried the young man.  He jumped up with joy.

Smiling wide, the two of them shook hands.

Then the older man told his son-in-law about a silver powder that grows on the back of banana leaves.  Seeds for the bananas must be planted in the ground while the words to a special magic spell are said. When the plants grow tall and ripe, silver powder from the back of the leaves must be brushed off and saved.


Smiling wide, the two of them shook hands.


“How much of this silver powder is needed?” said the young man.

“Two pounds,” said the father.  

“But that will take hundreds of banana plants!” cried the young man.

“Alas!” said the father. “That is why it was too much work for me to carry it out!  But now, I am able to lend you money to rent the land and buy seed.”

With the loan, the young man rented a large plot and cleared the land.  He planted the seeds while saying the magic spell over them that he had learned.  Each day, the young man walked the rows of young plants. With great care, he pulled out the weeds and kept the pests away.

When the banana plants grew tall and ripe, the young man brushed the magic silver powder from the back of their leaves.  But only a handful of the powder could be saved. He had to buy more land and grow more bananas. It took a few years, but at last he had the two pounds.  With great joy, he ran to his father-in-law’s house.

"I have enough of the silver powder!" he cried.


With great joy, he ran to his father-in-law’s house.


"Great!" said his father-in-law. "Now I will show you how to turn dirt into gold! But first you must bring me a bucket of dirt from the banana farm.  And you must bring my daughter - she is also needed."

The young man did not understand why, but he ran to the farm and dug up a bucket of the dirt.  Then got his wife at home, and the two of them went to the old man’s house.

The father asked his daughter, "When your husband was saving the banana powder, what did you do with the bananas?"

"Why, I sold them," she said. "That is how we have been able to live."

"Did you save any money?" asked the father.

"Of course," she said.

"May I see it?" said the old man. The young woman and her husband gave each other a quick look – this was odd!  But she went home and came back with a large bag. The father saw that inside the bag were gold coins.

“Set that down,” he said.  Then he took the bucket of dirt and dumped it onto the floor.  He took the bag and poured the gold coins in a pile, next to the dirt.

"You see," he said, turning to his son-in-law, "you have turned dirt into gold!"

The young man said, "What?"
"Oh, I get it!' said the daughter.  "My dear," she said, turning to her husband. "You farmed the dirt, and then we sold the bananas.  Now we have gold coins!"
"But that is not the magic I had in mind," he said.
The daughter gave her husband a kiss on the cheek, and she smiled.
"Well," he said,  "maybe there is some magic here."  
"Indeed," said the father.  "Now let's eat!"  
And the three of them sat down to a good, tasty dinner.
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The Ugly Duckling Story

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The Ugly Duckling Story

The Ugly Duckling Story ~ A Fairy Tale Story for Kids in English 

This is the Fairy Tale The Ugly Duckling Story. It has been adapted from Hans Christian Andersen and is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

On a farm long ago, a Mama Duck sat on her nest.  “How long must I wait for my babies to hatch?” she said.  “I have to sit here all alone! And no one comes to visit me.”  But what could she do? A Mama duck must keep her eggs warm till they hatch.  

At last, the eggs began to crack.  One by one, yellow ducklings stepped out of their shells.  They shook their wings and said, “Quack, quack!”

“Look at all of you!” said Mama Duck with joy.  “You are all so cute!”

“Quack, quack!” they said.

Mama Duck said, “Come and line up.  We will go down to the lake for your very first swim.”  She counted – one, two, three, four, five. “Oh dear!” she said.  “I should have six ducklings!”

But one large egg was still in the nest. “Well," said Mama Duck, "it looks like that big egg will take more time.” So she had to go sit on her nest again and wait some more.


“Well," said Mama Duck, "it looks like that big egg will take more time.”


The next day, the big egg started to hatch.  Out came a baby boy bird. But if one may say so, it was an odd-looking thing.  This bird was much bigger than others. He was not yellow at all - he was dark-gray from his head to his feet.  And he walked with a funny wobble.

One of the yellow ducklings pointed.  “What is THAT? He cannot be one of us!”

“I have never seen such an ugly duckling!” said another.  

“How can you say such a thing?” said Mama Duck in a stern voice. “You are only one day old!  Your brother hatched from the very same nest as you did. Now line up. We will go to the lake for your very first swim.”

Yet the other ducklings quacked, “Ugly!  Ugly! Ugly!” The Ugly Duckling did not know why the other ducklings were yelling at him.  He took the last spot in the line.


“What is THAT?  He cannot be one of us!”


Each yellow duck jumped in the river and swam behind Mama Duck.  When it was his turn, the Ugly Duckling jumped in and started to paddle, too.  “At least he can swim,” Mama Duck said to herself.

When they left the water and started to play, the Ugly Duckling tried to play with his brothers and sisters, too.  They yelled, “Go away! We will not play with you! You are ugly. And you walk weird, too!”

When Mama Duck was close by, she would not let them talk in this way.  “Be nice!” she would scold. But she was not always close by.

One day, one of the yellow ducklings said to the Ugly Duckling, “You know what?  You would do us a big favor if you just went away from here!” All of them started to quack, “Get out!  Get out! Get out!”

“Why won’t they let me stay here?” said the Ugly Duckling to himself.  He hung his head down low. “Ah, they are right. I should go.”


“Get out!  Get out! Get out!”


That night, the Ugly Duckling flew over the farmyard fence.  He flew till he landed on the other side of the lake.  There he met two grown-up ducks.

“Can I please stay here for awhile?” said the Ugly Duckling.  “I have nowhere else to be.”

“What do we care?” said one of the ducks.  “Just don’t get in our way.”

“Woof! Woof!”  Suddenly a big hungry dog came tearing by, chasing the two ducks.  They quickly flew up in the air, and their feathers fell down on the ground.  The poor Ugly Duckling froze in fear. The dog sniffed and sniffed at the Ugly Duckling, then turned away.  “I am too ugly even for the big hungry dog to want,” said the Ugly Duckling with his head hung low.

The sky turned dark.  Crack!  A bolt of lightning.  Then came a big storm, with heavy rains pouring down from the sky.  In just moments, the Ugly Duckling was soaked through and through. Then a cold wind started to blow.


Suddenly a big hungry dog came tearing by, chasing the two ducks.


“Brrr!” he said with both wings held close to his chest.  “If only there was a place I could get dry.”

All at once, a tiny light blinked far off in the woods.  “Could it be someone’s hut?”

He flew to the door.  “Quack?” said the Ugly Duckling.  The door of the hut creaked open.

“What is all this noise?” said an old woman, looking right and left.  Her eyes were not that good. Then she looked down. “Ah, look at that, it’s a duck!”  She picked up the Ugly Duckling and dropped him inside her hut. “You can stay here, but only if you lay eggs,” she said.

A tomcat and hen crept up to the Ugly Duckling.  “Who do you think you are, coming in here and taking up room by the fire!” said the tomcat.  

“Squawk!” said the hen.  “I do not need anyone else in this hut laying eggs.”

“Do not worry about that,” said the Ugly Duckling.  “I am a boy duck.”

“Then why are you still here?” said the tomcat.  “Did you not hear what the old woman said?”

“Get out of here, pretender!” clucked the hen.  

“Get out!  Get out!“ hissed the tomcat.


“Why are you still here?” said the tomcat.


The door was still a bit open, so our poor Ugly Duckling slipped out the door, and back into the storm.

“No one ever wants me,” said the Ugly Duckling with a tear in his eye.  

The storm ended.  Soon he found a new lake.  Looking into the water, the Ugly Duckling saw the reflection of a flock of large white birds flying.  He looked overhead and could not believe what he saw. There, above him, were the most beautiful birds he had ever seen!  Their long white bodies and slender necks seemed to just glide through the sky. He watched until the very last bird had winged its way out of view.  

He stayed at that lake all by himself, and time passed.  The leaves of the trees turned deep red and gold, and then the leaves fell to the ground.  Winter came, setting a blanket of white snow all over. The cold wind and the dark clouds made the Ugly Duckling feel even more sad.  He had to go into the cold, cold lake to fish, but it was getting harder to swim.  The lake was turning to ice. One day, it was all he could do was to paddle the water to keep it from freezing around him, and trapping him in the lake.

“I am so tired!” he said, paddling with all his might.  The ice got thicker and drew closer to him.

In a moment, two giant hands swept him up.  “You poor thing!” said a farmer. He held the Ugly Duckling close to his thick wool jacket and took the bird to his home.  


“You poor thing!” said a farmer.


Never was a warm fireplace more welcome!  For the rest of the winter, the farmer cared for the Ugly Duckling.  Then spring came. Tips of green covered the trees. Short, bright flowers popped up from the ground.  

“It is time for you to go to the lake to swim again, as you were born to do,” said the farmer.  He took the duckling back to the lake where he had found him, and set him with care on the water.

“Gosh, I feel strong,” said the young bird, flapping his wings.  “Why, I never felt as strong as I do right now!”

He heard quiet splashing sounds behind him, and turned around.  A flock of those same beautiful birds he had seen in the sky before landed behind him on the water.

“Do not worry!” he said to them, holding out one wing.  “I will go now. I will not make trouble for you.” A big fat tear rolled down his cheek.  He turned to go away. When he opened his eyes, he saw a reflection in the water of one of those beautiful white birds.  Why was it so close to him? He jumped back. And the reflection jumped back, too.


A big fat tear rolled down his cheek.


“What is this?” he said.  He stretched his neck, and the reflection of the beautiful bird stretched its neck, too.

“Why are you going so soon?” said one of the beautiful birds.  

“Stay here, with us!” said another.  “We’ll be great friends.”

Then, the bird who used to be the Ugly Duckling knew what had happened!  He was no longer an ugly gray bird that wobbled when it walked. 


He was now a beautiful white swan! 


At one moment, all the swans flapped their wings and took off into the sky.  “Come with us,” one called back. “Take the lead!” So he flapped his wings fast and took his place in front of the whole flock.  All his new friends flapped their wings behind him.

“Say!” he said, gliding and dipping through the sky as he sped on.  “Who’s an ugly duckling now? Surely, Not I!”


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Pinocchio Story

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Pinocchio Story

Pinocchio Story ~ A Fairy Tale Story in English for Kids 

This is the Fairy Tale Pinocchio Story, a Bedtime Story in English for Kids. It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

A Boy Made of Wood

Long ago in Italy there lived on old clock-maker named Geppetto. Beep-beep-TICK! Beep-beep-TOCK! went all the clocks in his shop. When he worked, Geppetto felt happy. But when he rested, a sad feeling came over him. “Ah!” he would think. “All my life and no child to call my own!”

One day Geppetto carved a puppet from wood in the shape of a boy. The arms and legs could move easily. He cut and sewed a nice outfit for the puppet, as if it were a real boy. That night, Geppetto lay the puppet down onto the bed.

From out of the window, a big star twinkled bright.

“Bright star,” said Geppetto. “If I could make one wish, it would be I could have a real boy of my own.” But of course, he knew that was not possible.

From out the window, a big star twinkled bright.

That night, the same big star swooshed right into Geppetto’s window. It changed into a Blue Fairy, who flew over to the bed.

“Little wood puppet,” said the Blue Fairy. “In the morning, you will be able to walk and talk like a real boy.” She tapped the puppet one time with her wand. “And if you can prove that you are brave and true, someday you will be a real boy.”

Pinocchio’s eyes opened.

“One more thing,” said the Blue Fairy. Suddenly. a cricket appeared. And not just any cricket, a big cricket! He was dressed mighty fine -and even could talk! “Meet the Cricket", said the Blue Fairy. He will stay with you to help you make good choices.” And with that, the Blue Fairy was a star again. Swoosh! You could see her out of the window in the night sky.

When Geppetto woke up the next morning, he said, “I will go take my puppet out of bed.” But the puppet was gone!

“Here I am, Father!” said Pinocchio from the other side of the room.

Geppetto swung around. “What? You can talk?”

“Here I am, Father!”

“Yep! I am Pinocchio, your boy!”

“How could this be?” said Geppetto in shock. Then he said, “But who cares?” He rushed over and swept the puppet into his arms. “Pinocchio, my son!” he said in great happiness.


Off to School

One day Pinocchio said, “I want to go to school, like other boys.”

“Of course you do,” said Geppetto. But he did not have the money to buy schoolbooks.

Later that day, Geppetto came back home. “Here are your books,” said he. “You can go to school tomorrow!”

“Oh, boy!” said Pinocchio. “But where is your warm coat, Father?”

With a wave of his hand Geppetto said, “No need to care about that. What matters is that you will go to school!” He did not want Pinocchio to know he had traded his warm coat to buy the schoolbooks.

The next morning, Pinocchio said good-bye to Geppetto. He skipped along the path to school, humming as he went. The Cricket rode on his shoulder, happy, too.

Coming up to them on the path was a Fox and a Cat.

“And where are you going on this fine day?” said the Fox.

“I am going to school!” said Pinocchio.

“On such a day as this?” said the Fox. “It is too nice to be stuck inside! You should come with us, to the fair.”

“But I’m going to school!” said Pinocchio.

“Listen to me,” said the Fox. He put his arm around Pinocchio’s shoulder. “Anything you need to know, you can learn better at the fair.”

“Really?” said Pinocchio.

“Take it from me,” said the Fox.

“Pinocchio, he does not know what he is talking about!” said the Cricket.

The Fox covered the Cricket with his hat. No one could hear the little fellow as he tried to call out, “Pinocchio, do not listen to him!”

“Okay!” said Pinocchio. And they headed off to the fair.


The Fair

What a fair it was! By the gate was a man dressed all in white. He called out, “Come in, come in! Right this way! Get your tickets here!”

With a sad look Pinocchio said to the Fox and Cat, “I do not have a ticket.”

A man was selling old things at a table near the gate. He called, “Hey, you! Sell me those new schoolbooks of yours! That is how you can get money for a ticket.”

The fair was so happy and bright and colorful, that the next thing Pinocchio knew he had sold his schoolbooks for a ticket.

“No, Pinocchio, stop!” called the Cricket, who finally got out from under the Fox’s hat. But Pinocchio, the Fox and Cat did not hear. They were already inside the fair.


The Man Who Ran the Fair

On stage was a puppet show! “I am a puppet, too! I can dance like that!” said Pinocchio. He jumped right onto the stage and started to dance with the other puppets.

“Look at that puppet!” someone called. “It has no strings!”

“No strings?” said another. “Amazing!”

Everyone laughed and laughed. They threw coins on the stage.

The man who ran the fair saw coins fly onto the stage. “Well, now!” he said, rubbing his chin. “This puppet with no strings will make me rich!”

The next thing Pinocchio knew, he was picked up and thrown in a birdcage. In the next moment, the door was locked shut.

“Hey, get me out!” called Pinocchio. But the person who had thrown him in just left the room. Only the Cricket heard his calls. The Cricket ran in and out of the birdcage, but the lock stayed shut.

“I will never go to school now!” cried Pinocchio.


The Nose Grows

All of a sudden, poof! There was the Blue Fairy.

“Please!” said Pinocchio. “Can you help me?”

“Tell me something first,” said the Blue Fairy. “How did you get inside that cage?”

“Tell her what happened,” said the Cricket.

“Well, I…” Pinocchio stopped. But could he really tell the Blue Fairy what had happened? What would she think of him?

“Tell me something first,” said the Blue Fairy. “How did you get inside that cage?”

“Um, I was robbed,” said Pinocchio.

“Is that right?” said the Blue Fairy with a frown. Pinocchio’s nose began to grow.

“Yes, robbed!” said Pinocchio. “By three mean men – no, four!”

The nose grew more.

“They took my books. And threw me into this cage!”

More and more his nose grew. Until Pinocchio could see nothing in front of his face but one big wide nose.

“What’s happened to my nose?” Pinocchio cried out.

“Pinocchio!” said the Blue Fairy in a stern voice. “You must know what the truth really is.”

“I guess so,” said Pinocchio. “I came to the fair with a Fox and Cat.”

The nose got shorter.

“I had to sell my books to get a ticket.”

“Had to?” said the Blue Fairy.

“I mean, I decided to sell my books to get a ticket,” said he.

The nose got shorter.

The nose got shorter still.

“Then someone put me in this cage,” he said.

The nose was back to normal. “Good job, Pinocchio!” said the Cricket.

“Well done,” said the Blue Fairy. “Now I will get you out of here.”

With a wave of her wand, Pinocchio was outside the cage.

“Here are your books.” And Pinocchio was holding schoolbooks in his hands again.

“Know this,” said the Blue Fairy, “you are on your own from now on. Make sure you do the right thing.” And she was gone.


The Coachman

A Coachman drove up to Pinocchio, who was back on the road to school. “Hey kid, how about a ride?”

“No, thank you,” said Pinocchio. “I am going to school.”

“You will ride faster with me,” said the Coachman to Pinocchio. He said to himself, “He will ride faster all right, but not to where he thinks he is going!”

When Pinocchio was inside the coach, the Coachman said, “Say kid, why do you think boys like you go to school?”

“To learn things,” said Pinocchio. “And grow up, I guess.”

“Well,” said the Coachman, “what if I told you that could do whatever you want, right away?”

“Right away?”

“Yep! Think of it. Skip the schoolbooks. Skip the tests. Right now, you could have all the candy you can eat! Ice cream of every flavor. Ever want to smoke a cigar or play pool? All this and more, at Pleasure Island.”

“Pleasure Island?”

“Best place in the world for boys like you!”

“Don’t listen to him, Pinocchio!” shouted the Cricket.

Best place in the world for boys like you!”

“Why wait?” said the Coachman. “I know just where Pleasure Island is. This is your lucky day, kid. So what do you say?”

“Let’s go there!” said Pinocchio. “I’m going to Pleasure Island!”

“Augh!” said the Cricket, his arms in the air.

“Good move,” said the Coachman. He turned around the coach, and they sped off.


Pleasure Island

“You got a boy with you in that coach?” said a dark stranger to the Coachman.

“Yep.” The Coachman grabbed Pinocchio and threw him onto the ground. “He’s all yours. Now pay up.”

The Coachman reached out for something (was it money?) from the dark stranger. Then the Coachman drove off.

What could it all mean? But as Pinocchio looked around, he no longer cared. For everything the Coachman had told him was true! Heaps of candy all about. Tubs of ice cream in every flavor. None of the boys had to work or clean up. There were even cigars if you wanted one, and pool tables.

What fun! But after a few days, something was odd. “Where did all the boys go?” he asked the Cricket.

“I must say, there used to be more boys around here,” said the Cricket.

“All I see now is donkeys,” said Pinocchio.

“I must say, there used to be more boys around here,” said the Cricket.

Just then, one of his ears popped into a donkey ear. His other ear popped into a donkey ear, too.

“Oh!” cried the Cricket. “What is happening to you?”

“I don’t know.- HONK!” said Pinocchio.

Then Pinocchio and the Cricket saw a line of donkeys led by a dark stranger onto a truck. “Oh, no!” said the Cricket. “Now I get it! Boys are turned into donkeys here. Then the donkeys are sold! Pinocchio, we have to get you one of here - fast!”

“Let’s go – HONK!” said Pinocchio. His two feet popped into four.

“Run, quick!” said the Cricket. One good thing about Pinocchio’s new four legs is that he could run very fast! Quick, quick, they ran out of Pleasure Island. Soon they were at a dock by the ocean.

“Please sir!” Pinocchio called out to a man by the dock. “I am looking for an old man named Geppetto. Do you know him? – HONK!”

“Sounds like you are getting a bad cold,” said the old man. “Hmm, Geppetto. That’s the old man whose son left one morning and did not come back. He went out on a boat to look for him. No one has seen the poor fellow since.”

“Oh no! This is all my fault – HONK!” said Pinocchio. “I must look for him!” Pinocchio jumped over the dock into the ocean. The Cricket jumped in too, close behind.


The Whale

Most of Pinocchio was still made of wood, so he could float on the ocean. “Father!” he called out. “Father!” but there was no answer.

All Pinocchio could see around him was blue water, everywhere. Until – what was that far away? Something was rushing up. Something very big, and fast!

In a moment, a giant whale was upon them. It opened its giant jaws and with one gulp, swallowed Pinocchio! Rushing inside with all the sea water tumbled Pinocchio and the Cricket. When they came to a stop, they saw that they were in the dark belly of the whale.

“Are you okay?” said Pinocchio to the Cricket.

“I am fine,” said a voice of an old man.

“Wait a minute,” said Pinocchio. “Father, is that you?”

There was Geppetto!

“Father, Father, it’s me!” said Pinocchio.

“My son!” said Geppetto. “I thought I was dreaming!”

They hugged in joy.

“Father, Father, it’s me!” said Pinocchio.

“Look!” said Geppetto as three fish swam by. “There goes dinner!”

“Father, I have an idea. Let’s make a fire.”

“Grilled fish!” said Geppetto.

“No, I mean for us to get out!” said Pinocchio. He gathered driftwood and got a flame going. “This is how we can make the whale sneeze!” He waved his arms over the flame to make a lot of smoke. Soon, clouds of black smoke were rising up.

The whale gave a cough. “Hang on!” said Pinocchio. And then… WAM!! In one big sneeze, Pinocchio, Geppetto and the Cricket flew out of the whale’s mouth. Rolling over in the sea water, at last they were rolled up onto dry shore.

“Pinocchio?” Geppetto rose to his feet. The Cricket was there, but where was Pinocchio?

“Hang on!” said Geppetto.

And then they found him! He was face down, his head in a puddle.


But it was too late. Geppetto and the Cricket wept over Pinocchio, the boy puppet, who lay still in the water.
Then in a flash, who was there but the Blue Fairy!

“Pinocchio,” said she. “You saved your father. You proved that you are brave and true.” She tapped his head with her wand. “And so now you will be a real boy.”

Pinocchio woke up and looked at his soft arms and legs.

“Father!” he cried out. “Look! I am a real boy!”

“That you are!” cried Geppetto.

The Blue Fairy turned to the Cricket. “Come,” she said. In a flash, the two of them were gone.

And Pinocchio and Geppetto lived many long and happy years together.


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Cinderella Story

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Cinderella StoryCinderella Fairy Tale ~ English Story for Kids 

This is the Fairy Tale story of Cinderella. It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

Once upon time a girl named Cinderella lived with her stepmother and two stepsisters.  Poor Cinderella had to work hard all day long so the others could rest. It was she who had to wake up each morning when it was still dark and cold to start the fire.  It was she who cooked the meals. It was she who kept the fire going. The poor girl could not stay clean, from all the ashes and cinders by the fire.

“What a mess!” her two stepsisters laughed.  And that is why they called her “Cinderella.”

One day, big news came to town.  The King and Queen were going to have a ball!  It was time for the Prince to find a bride. All of the young ladies in the land were invited to come.  They were wild with joy! They would wear their most beautiful gown and fix their hair extra nice. Maybe the prince would like them!

One day, big news came to town.

At Cinderella’s house, she now had extra work to do.  She had to make two brand-new gowns for her step-sisters.  

“Faster!” shouted one step-sister.

“You call that a dress?” screamed the other.  

“Oh, dear!” said Cinderella.  “When can I–“

The stepmother marched into the room.  “When can you WHAT?”

“Well,” said the girl, “when will I have time to make my own dress for the ball?”

“You?” yelled the stepmother.  “Who said YOU were going to the ball?”

“What a laugh!” said one step-sister.

“YOU?” yelled the stepmother.  “Who said YOU were going to the ball?”

“Such a mess!” They pointed at Cinderella.  All of them laughed.

Cinderella said to herself, “When they look at me, maybe they see a mess.  But I am not that way.  And if I could, I WOULD go to the ball.”

Soon the time came for the stepmother and step-sisters to leave for the big party.  Their fine carriage came to the door. The stepmother and step-sisters hopped inside.  And they were off.

“Good-bye!” called Cinderella.  “Have a good time!” But her stepmother and step-sisters did not turn around to see her.

“Ah, me!” said Cinderella sadly.  The carriage rode down the street.  She said aloud, “I wish I could go to the ball, too!”

Then - Poof!

All of a sudden, in front of her was a fairy.

“I wish I could go to the ball, too!”

“You called?” said the fairy.

“Did I?” said Cinderella.  “Who are you?”

“Why, your Fairy Godmother, of course!  I know your wish.  And I have come to grant it.”

“But…” said Cinderella, “my wish is impossible.”

“Excuse me!” said the Fairy Godmother in a huff.  “Did I not just show up out of thin air?”

“Yes, you did,” said Cinderella.

“Then let me be the one to say what is possible or not!”

“Excuse me!” said the Fairy Godmother in a huff.  “Did I not just show up out of thin air?”

“Well, I think you know I want to go to the ball, too.” She looked down at her dirty clothes.  “But look at me.”

“You do look a bit of a mess, child,” said the Fairy Godmother.

“Even if I had something nice to wear," said the girl, "I would have no way to get there."

“Dear me, all of that is possible,” said the Fairy. With that, she tapped her wand on Cinderella’s head.

At once, Cinderella was all clean.  She was dressed in a beautiful blue gown.  Her hair was set up high on her head inside a golden band.

“This is wonderful!” said Cinderella.

“Dear me, all of that is possible,” said the Fairy Godmother.

“Who said I was done?” said the Fairy Godmother.  She tapped her wand again. At once, a beautiful carriage came to be, with a driver and four white horses.

“Am I dreaming?” said Cinderella, looking around her.

“It is as real, as real can be,” said the Fairy Godmother.  “But there is one thing you must know.”

“What is that?”

“All of this lasts only to midnight.  Tonight, at the stroke of midnight, it will all be over.  Everything will go back to how it was before.”

“Then I must be sure to leave the ball before midnight!” said Cinderella.

“Good idea,” said the Fairy Godmother.  She stepped back. “My work is done.” And with that, the Fairy Godmother was gone.

“All of this will last only to midnight.”

Cinderella looked around her.  "Did that even happen?"  But there she stood in a fine gown, and with a golden band in her hair.  And there were her driver and four horses before her, waiting.

“Coming?” called the driver.

She stepped into the carriage.  And they were off.

Over at the ball, the Prince did not know what to think.  “Why do you have that sad look on your face?” the Queen said to her son.  “Look around you! You could not ask for finer maidens than these.”

“I know, Mother,” said the Prince.  Yet he knew something was wrong. He had met many of the young women.  Yet after he said “hello,” one by one, he could find nothing more to say.

"Look!"  Someone pointed to the front door.  “Who is that?”

All heads turned.  Who was that lovely maiden stepping down the stairs?  She held her head tall and looked as if she belonged. But no one knew her.

"Look!"  Someone pointed to the front door.  “Who is that?”

“There is something about her,” said the Prince to himself.  “I will ask her to dance.” And he walked over to Cinderella.

“Have we met?” said the Prince.

“I am pleased to meet you now,” said Cinderella with a bow.

“I feel as if I know you,” said the Prince.  “But of course, that is impossible.”

“Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you wish them to be true.”

The Prince felt a leap in his heart.  He and Cinderella danced. When the song was over, they danced again.  And then they danced again, and yet again. Soon the other maidens at the ball grew jealous.  “Why is he dancing all the time with her?” they said. “How rude!”

“Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you wish it to be true.”

But all the Prince could see was Cinderella.  They laughed and talked, and they danced some more.  In fact, they danced for so long that Cinderella did not see the clock.

“Dong!” said the clock.

Cinderella looked up.  

“Dong!” went the clock again.  

She looked up again.  “Oh, my!” she cried out.  “It is almost midnight!”

“Dong!” rung the clock.  

“Why does that matter?” said the Prince.

“Dong!” called the clock.

“I must go!” said Cinderella.  

“Dong!” went the clock.

“Oh my!” she cried out.  “It’s almost midnight!”

“But we just met!” said the Prince.  “Why leave now?”

“Dong!” rung the clock.

“I must GO!” said Cinderella.  She ran to the steps.

“Dong!” said the clock.

“I cannot hear you,” said the Prince.  “The clock is too loud!”

“Dong!” rung the clock.

“Goodbye!” said Cinderella. Up, up the stairs she ran.

“Dong!” went the clock.

“Please, stop for a moment!” said the Prince.

“Dong!” rung the clock.

“Oh, dear!” she said as one glass slipper fell off her foot on the stair.  But Cinderella kept running up.

“Dong!” said the clock.

“Please wait a moment!” said the Prince.  

“Dong!” rung the clock.

“Goodbye!” Cinderella turned one last time.  Then she rushed out the door.

“Dong!”  The clock was quiet. It was midnight.  

“Wait!” called the Prince.  He picked up her glass slipper and rushed out the door.  He looked around but could not see her blue dress anywhere.  “This is all I have left from her,” he said, looking down at the glass slipper.  He saw that it was made in a special way, to fit a foot like none other. “Somewhere there is the other glass slipper,” he said.  “And when I find it, I will find her, too.  Then I will ask her to be my bride!”

“This is all I have left from her,” he said, looking down at the glass slipper.

From hut to hut, from house to house, went the Prince.  One young woman after another tried to fit her foot inside the glass slipper.  But none could fit. And so the Prince moved on.

At last the Prince came to Cinderella’s house.  

“He is coming!” called one step-sister as she looked out the window.

“At the door!” screamed the other step-sister.  

“Quick!” yelled the stepmother.  “Get ready! One of you must be the one to fit your foot in that slipper.  No matter what!”

The Prince knocked.  The stepmother flew open the door.  “Come in!” she said. “I have two lovely daughters for you to see.”

The first step-sister tried to place her foot in the glass slipper.  She tried hard, but it just would not fit. Then the second step-sister tried to fit her foot inside.  She tried and tried with all her might, too. But no dice.

“Come in!” she said.  “I have two lovely daughters for you to see.”

“Are there no other young women in the house?” said the Prince.

“None,” said the stepmother.

“Then I must go,” said the Prince.

“Maybe there is one more,” said Cinderella, stepping into the room.

“I thought you said there were no other young women here,” said the Prince.

“None who matter!” said the stepmother in a hiss.

“Come here,” said the Prince.

“Maybe there is one more," said Cinderella, stepping into the room.

Cinderella stepped up to him.  The Prince got down on one knee and tried the glass slipper on her foot.  It fit perfectly! Then, from her pocket Cinderella took out something. It was the other glass slipper!

“I knew it!” he cried.  “You are the one!”

“WHAT?” shouted a step-sister.  

“Not HER!” screamed the other step-sister.

“This cannot BE!” yelled the stepmother.  

But it was too late.  The prince knew that Cinderella was the one.  He looked into her eyes. He did not see the cinders in her hair or the ashes on her face.

“I have found you!” he said.

“And I have found you,” said Cinderella.

And so Cinderella and the Prince were married, and they lived happily ever after.



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A Spider and Robert the Bruce Story

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A Spider and Robert the Bruce Story

A Spider and Robert the Bruce ~ English Story for Kids 


Many years ago there lived a king of Scotland and his name was Robert the Bruce.  If someone’s first name is “Robert” and the last name is “Bruce,” you may think his name would be “Robert Bruce.”  Yet this king’s name was “Robert the Bruce. That is how it used to be done in Scotland, in those days.

Robert the Bruce was a brave and wise king.  He had to be brave because his country was at war with England.  And he had to be wise because England was bigger than Scotland and had a much bigger army!

Robert the Bruce led his small army of Scotland against England six times.  And six times, they lost. At last Robert the Bruce and his army had no choice - they had to run away.  But where?

Some men ran into the woods and others found a cave.  Here and there they hid. And they waited.

One rainy day, Robert the Bruce lay in a cave.  The rain fell hard outside. He felt tired and sick at heart.  His army had lost six times! He may as well just give up, he thought.  What good was it to try anymore?

As he lay there, Robert the Bruce saw a spider over his head.  The spider was getting ready to weave her web. Six times she tried to throw her thread from one edge of the cave wall to another. And six times, her thread was too short and fell before it hit the mark.

“Poor thing!” said Robert the Bruce. “You know what it’s like to fail six times in a row, like I do.”

But the spider did not lose hope. With more care, she made ready to try another time. Robert the Bruce almost forgot his own hard times.  He could not take his eyes off the spider. Would she fail again?

No! This time the thread reached the cave wall and stuck.


“Yes!” cried Bruce. “I can do this, too!  I will also try a seventh time!”


So the king rose out of his cave.  He called his men together. England thought they had already won the war, he said.  And so their army could be surprised. All they needed was to fight one more time. He knew they could do it!

So Robert the Bruce led his brave men into battle for a seventh time.  And now it was the army of England that ran away. They ran right onto their ships and sailed all the way back to England!

England saw that from then on, Scotland had to be own country.  Who would be king? Why, Robert the Bruce of course!

To this very day, people in Scotland remember the story of Robert the Bruce.  They thank him for bringing his men together a seventh time to fight for Scotland.  And they remember the spider in the cave who made him feel that he would not give up.


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Beauty and the Beast Story

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Beauty and the Beast StoryBeauty and the Beast Story  Fairy Tale ~English Story for Kids 

This is the classic fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast Story, originally written by Charles Perrault. This version is brought to you by Stories to Grow by.

 Once upon a time there was a very rich man who lived with his three daughters.  The two older daughters laughed at anyone who did not dress as well as they did.  If the two of them were not going to a ball, they were shopping for as many fine dresses and hats as they could carry home.  

The youngest daughter, Beauty, loved to read.  “Your nose is always in a book.  No one will want you!” her two older sisters said, and they laughed.  “Look at your hair - you look like a servant girl!”  Beauty did not know why they talked to her in a mean way.  But she said nothing.

One day, the father got some very bad news.  He had spent all of his money on a ship that he sent out to sea for trade.  Now he learned the ship was gone.  Everything on it was lost!  All at once, the rich father became as poor as poor could be.  

The family could no longer stay in their big house.  The house, its fine tables and chairs, and all of their fine things, had to be sold.  

One day, the father got some very bad news.

All the father had left was a little hut, deep in the woods.  So that is where he and his three daughters had to move.  Living in the hut in the woods was hard work.  Each day a fire had to be started, meals cooked, the place cleaned up, the garden tended, and things needed fixing when they broke.  Now that the family was poor, you might think the two older sisters would help out with the chores.  Think again.  

“She looks like such a mess,” they said, turning up their noses at Beauty.  “She might as well serve us.”  And so Beauty did all the hard work.  And the sisters slept late, took naps, and showed up for meals.

“She looks such a mess,” they said, turning up their noses.

Then – good news! – the father’s ship came to shore!  

“My daughters!” said the happy father. “I am going to town.  Tell me what fine gift I can bring back for you.”

“Bring me the best dress from the best shop in town,” said the eldest sister.

“I want one just like it,” said the middle sister.

“And you, Beauty?” said he.

“All I want, Father,” said she, “is a single rose.”

“Can you believe her?” said the eldest sister.

“What a fool!” said the middle sister.  And they both laughed.

“Girls!” said the father.  “If that is what Beauty wants, that is what I will bring back for her.”

“All I want, Father,” said she, “is a single rose.

The father was on his way home when he thought, “I forgot all about the rose for Beauty!”  All at once, the sky turned black.  “Oh, dear! A storm is coming!”

A moment later, heavy dark rains fell down hard from the sky.  Soaking wet, the father saw a blink of light far away.  He went closer to the light.  Maybe it was a place he could stay the night.  When he got up close, he saw it was a large palace with candles in all its windows.  Very odd, but the front door was open.  With care, the father stepped inside.  

“Hello?” he said.  No answer.  

There, before him, was a great feast over a long table.  

“Hello?” he said again.  Still no answer.  The father sat down in front of the fire to warm himself.  He waited.  But still, no one came. 

“I suppose it would be all right if I stayed the night,” said the father.  He took a quick bite from the feast, found a bedroom, and fell fast asleep.

“Hello?” he said.  No answer.

The next morning the table was laid again, but this time with breakfast.  Again - most odd! - no one was around.  “I suppose I should leave,” said the father after a while.  

On the way out he passed a rose garden.  “Ah, I was to bring back Beauty a rose!" he remembered.  "I will take just one.”  And he picked a rose for Beauty.

Just then, a loud stomp came up from behind him.

Roared a voice - “You took my rose!”

The father spun around.  There before him was an awful, huge monster.  “I… I’m sorry!” he said.  “I didn’t know.”  

“You will pay for this!” the Beast yelled.  “You will die!”  

The father fell on his knees.  “Please!” he begged.  “Do not kill me! I only picked the rose for one of my daughters.”

“You will pay for this!” the Beast yelled.  “You will die!”

"Oh, so you have daughters?” said the Beast. “Hmm.. Well, if one of them will come stay here in your place, I will let you go free.  If not, you must return yourself in three months, and take your punishment.”  

When the father got home, Beauty could tell something was the matter.  “What is it, Father?” she said.  

“Oh, nothing,” said he.  But she knew that was not true.

At last, the father told his girls what the Beast had said.  “This all happened because I asked you to bring home a rose!” said Beauty.  “I will go there in your place.  Or else, you will die.”

“No, I cannot allow that!” said the father.  “I am old and don't have much more time to live.  You are young - you must not do this for me!”

But Beauty would not change her mind.  Two days later, the father took Beauty to the palace where the Beast lived.

“I will go there in your place.  Or else, you will die."

“So this is your daughter?” said the Beast, looking at Beauty.  

“Yes,” said she.  “I will stay here for my father.  And that means he is free to go.  That is what you said.”

“Yes,” said the Beast.

At the palace, the days were long and there was no one for Beauty to talk to.  Every night at nine, the Beast would come for dinner.  She would say nothing.  After all, it is not easy to be a prisoner, even if it is at a palace.  The Beast would only grunt. Then one time at dinner he made a little joke, and she smiled.  Another time, he made a remark, and she looked him in the eye.  After that, he would ask her about her day, and she would tell him.  

The days were long and there was no one for Beauty to talk to.

One day, Beauty came to a part of the palace she had not seen before.  Over a door was a sign, “Beauty’s Room.”  The door was open.  Inside the room were shelves of books to the ceiling, a piano, and a cabinet of fine dresses, just her size.

Now there was much to talk about at dinner!  The Beast was glad that Beauty liked her surprise.  One night, at the end of dinner, Beast said, “Beauty, I love you.  Will you marry me?”

Beauty did not know what to say.  “Beast, you are my best friend,” she said.  “But please understand.  I just don't want you to marry you.”

Yet night after night, the Beast asked her the same question.  And each time Beauty shook her head and said the same thing.  One night, the Beast said, “Beauty, if you will not marry me, what can I do to make you happy?”

“If you must know,” she said, “it would be to see my father.  I miss him so much!”

"Beast, you are my best friend," she said.  "But please understand.  I just don't want to marry you."

The next night, the Beast gave Beauty two magical gifts - a mirror and a ring.  “If you want to see your father,” said he, “just ask the magic mirror to take you to him.  When you are ready to come back, turn the ring on your finger three times and ask the mirror to bring you back here.  But do not be gone for more than one week.  For I will die of grief!”

Beauty was glad to agree.  When she got back to her room, she looked in the magic mirror and asked the mirror to take her to him.  There he was in bed, looking so sick he could die!  

“But do not be gone for more than one week.  Or I will die of grief!”

Ah, such joy when her father looked up and saw Beauty!  For much of what made him sick was knowing that Beauty was stuck in the palace, all because of him. Beauty stayed by her father’s bed for many hours.  She told him that things were not so bad at the Beast's palace.  She had all the books she could read, music to play, and many fine dresses for her to wear. “The Beast is not so bad,” she said, “when you get to know him.  He is good to talk to.  He may be my best friend.”

Beauty looked around.  “Where are my sisters?”  

“Married,” said her father.

“Did they marry good men?” said she.

“They had money,” said he.  “But I do not know if your sisters are happy.”  For the eldest sister had married a handsome man who thought of no one but himself.  And the middle sister had married a man who was very clever, but who used his sharp wit to hurt everyone around him, and most of all his wife.

Beauty looked around.  “Where are my sisters?” she said.

When the sisters came to the house and saw Beauty dressed so well and talking about how kind and good the Beast was to her, they burned with anger.  Beauty told them she must stay no more than one week. 

That is when the sisters came up with a plan.  

The two sisters petted Beauty and said such nice things to her they had never said before.  When she told them she must go soon, they cried.  They said she must not leave!  There was still so much left they wanted to do with her.  And what does it matter, just a few days more anyway? So Beauty stayed.

One night she had a dream about the Beast.  In her dream, the Beast lay sick and dying.  When Beauty woke up, she asked the magic mirror to show her the Beast.  There he was in the mirror, lying in the rose garden, looking so sick he would die.  At once, she turned the magic ring three times.  “Take me back to the Beast!” she said.  In a moment she was sitting next to the poor, sick Beast, who could only gasp for air.

In her dream, the Beast lay sick and dying.

"You came back!” said the Beast in a thick voice.

“I am so sorry that I am late!” said Beauty.  

“I could not bear it that you may not come back to me.  And now, I fear it is too late.”  His eyes closed.

“No!” cried Beauty.  “Do not leave me!”  Just then, she knew in her heart what was true.  “I love you!” she cried out.  “Please come back!  Come back please and I will be your wife, I will!”  Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Just then, the Beast opened his eyes.  “Beauty!” he said.  “You did it!”

In a flash, the Beast was changed to a handsome prince!  Beauty did not know what to think.

“Ah, Beauty!” said he, and the Beast told her his story.  Years ago when he was a prince, an evil fairy had put a spell on him.  He must stay a beast forever, until a maiden loved him for who he really was.  Now she was the one to break the spell!

And so Beauty and the Beast were married, and they lived happily ever after.


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Rapunzel Story

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Rapunzel Story

Rapunzel Story, A Grimm's Fairy Tale ~ English Story for Kids

This is the classic fairy tale story of Rapunzel, originally written by The Brothers Grimm. It is adapted and brought to you by Stories to Grow by. 

The Carpenter and His Wife  

ONCE UPON A TIME, there lived a carpenter and his wife in a small house.  More than anything, the two of them wanted a baby.  At long last, their wish came true –  the wife was going to have a child!   From their house, one small window looked out to the garden next door.  In the garden was a long row of big green balls of lettuce. “Oh, that lettuce looks so fresh and good!” said the wife.  “It is just what I need to eat.”

“But we cannot get to it,” said the carpenter.  “It is in the garden of the witch, who lives next door.”

“If I cannot have that lettuce,” said the wife, “I will not eat anything at all!”


"That lettuce looks so good!” said the wife.  “It is just what I need to eat."


What could the carpenter do?  So late that night, he climbed over the garden wall.  With very quiet steps, he took one of the balls of lettuce.  With yet more quiet steps, he went back over the garden wall to his house.  His wife ate up the lettuce right away.  But then she needed more lettuce.  If she could not have more lettuce, she said, there was nothing she would eat at all! So the next night, the carpenter went back to the garden.  He picked up one more ball of lettuce. All at once came a high, loud, voice.  

“STOP!  What do you think you are doing?”

“I…uh…am getting lettuce for my wife,” said the carpenter.


All at once came a high, loud voice.


"You thief!" yelled the witch.  "I will have you sent to jail!"

“Please!” said the carpenter.  “My wife is going to have a baby.  She saw your lettuce, and wanted it so very much.”

“Why do I care about that?” roared the witch.

“Please! I will do anything you like,” said the carpenter.  He thought, maybe I can do some work for her.  I could build her something, for free.

“You say you will do anything?” said the witch.

“Yes,” said he.


"You say you will do anything?" said the witch.


“Fine!” said the witch.  “Here's the deal.  Go ahead - take all the lettuce you want.  Your wife will have a baby girl.  And when she does, the baby will be mine!”

“What?!” said the carpenter.  “I would never agree to that!”

“But you already did!” said the witch.  And she laughed an evil laugh.


The Tower

Soon his wife had a baby girl, just as the witch had said.  To keep the baby safe from the witch, the carpenter built a tall tower in the woods.  He built stairs that led inside to a room at the very top, with only one window.  He and his wife went to see the baby many times a day.  

But the witch had a magic ball.  The ball showed her where the baby was, in the top room of the tower.  One day, as soon as the carpenter and his wife had gone back to their house, she cast a spell over both of them.  They fell into a deep sleep.  And the witch went to the tower to take the baby.

At the top room of the tower, the witch said to the baby, “I will call you Rapunzel. For that is the name of the lettuce that brought you to me.  And now Rapunzel, you are mine!” But the witch did not know how to take care of a baby.  Rapunzel grew to a child, and the witch did not even know how to cut her hair. Rapunzel’s blond hair grew longer and longer every day.  All the witch could do was to keep the child locked in the room at the very top of the tower.


“And now, Rapunzel, you are mine!”


Every year on her birthday, Rapunzel would say to the witch, “Why must I stay in this same room all the time?  There is nothing for me to do. Please, let me go outside and play!” And every time the witch said, “I have told you time and time again!  You must stay here.” On her 12th birthday, Rapunzel said to the witch, “I don’t care anymore what you say! I am tired of staying here alone, day after day.  When you are gone, I will chip away at the door.  I will make a hole.  I will go down the stairs and go outside.  I do not care what you say!”

“Think again!” said the witch.  And with her power, she made all the stairs in the tower fall down.  She made the doors go away.  Now there was no way for Rapunzel to get out!


The Singing Voice

By then, Rapunzel’s hair had grown very, very long.  With the stairs down, the next time witch came to visit her, she called up from outside, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel!  Let down your hair!”  Rapunzel threw her long blond braid out the window.  The witch grabbed hold of her hair like a rope.  And that is how the witch climbed up the tower wall to the window in Rapunzel’s room.

Five long years went by.  Poor Rapunzel!  For hours, she sang sad songs out the window.  Sometimes the birds at the tops of the trees would join in her songs.  Then she would feel a bit better.  But not much.


For hours, she sang sad songs out the window.


One day, a prince was riding through the woods.  He heard a beautiful singing voice in the wind.  Where was the voice coming from?  He rode closer and closer to the sound.  At last, he came to the tower.   “This is most odd!” he thought, looking up and down the wall of the tower.  “There is no door at the bottom.  Yet someone is singing at the very top.  How does anyone get in or out?”   Each day after that, the prince came back to the tower.  There was something about that voice that pulled him there!  Who was the person singing at the top?  And how could he get up?

One day, when the prince rode up, he saw an old woman standing below the tower.  He jumped behind a tree to hide.  It was the witch!  He heard her call out, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel!  Let down your hair!”  He saw a long blond braid come out from the window at the top.  He saw the old woman grab onto it.  And she climbed up that wall to the very top.   “Ah, ha!” though the prince.  “That is how it is done!” He waited a while.  Once more, the braid came out from the window.  The witch climbed back down the tower wall, and then she left.   The prince waited some more.  He stepped up to the tower.  In a voice that sounded as much like the witch as he could, he called out, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel!  Let down your hair!” In a moment, the same long blond braid came out of the window.  “Ah, good!” thought the prince.  And he climbed up the tower wall.


He heard the witch call out, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel!  Let down your hair!”


You can be sure Rapunzel was very surprised to see the prince climb into her window.  She had never seen a man before! “Who are you?” she said, in fear. “Do not worry!” said the prince. “I am a friend.” “But I do not know you!” said Rapunzel. “I feel as if I know you,” said the prince.  “I have heard you sing your sad songs for many a day.  I love to hear your voice!  And I love it when the birds sing with you, too.” “Yes, I like that, too,” said Rapunzel.  “It may be the only thing I like, since I must stay here in this same old room, day after day.” So Rapunzel told the prince all about the witch.  She said that because the world was such a very bad place, she must stay in the tower room her whole life long.


“Do not worry,” said the prince.  “I am a friend.”


“But the world is not as bad as all that!” said the prince.  He told Rapunzel about flowers and gardens, children and games, about pets and festivals, secrets and strawberries.  After many hours had gone by, Rapunzel said he must go.  For the witch may come back any time.   “Very well,” said the prince.  “But I will be back tomorrow.”  Rapunzel threw her braid of hair out the window, and the prince climbed down. The next day, the prince came back up to Rapunzel’s room.  He said, “I have a surprise for you.”  He brought strawberries for her to taste.  Never had Rapunzel felt happier! Day after day, the prince brought more gifts from the world outside.  Now, when Rapunzel sang out the window, her songs were happy.  And the birds sang with her in happy voices, too.


Plan to Escape

One day, the prince and Rapunzel talked about what they must do.  “We will get you out of here,” said the prince. “And when you are free from this tower, will you marry me?”   “Yes, I will,” said Rapunzel, “but how can we both get down?  You can climb down my braid of hair. But how can I get down next?”   “If only we had another braid of hair like yours!” said the prince. “Wait a minute!” said Rapunzel.  “Bring me a cloth of fabric each time you come. I will tie the cloth into a rope.  And when the rope is long enough, we will both be able to climb out of here.” “What a good idea!” said the prince.  Every day after that, he brought a cloth of fabric to Rapunzel.  One by one, she tied them into a rope. On Rapunzel’s 18th birthday when the witch came, she spoke in a sharp voice. “Every year on your birthday,” said the witch, “I hear the same thing.  From now on, it will be different!  I will hear no more talk on how you are alone in the room all the time.  Get used to it, Rapunzel!”


When the rope is long enough, we will both be able to climb out.”


“Who says I’m alone in the room all the time?” said Rapunzel. “What are you saying?!” said the witch.  “Who has been up here with you?” “No one!” said Rapunzel, in fear.  “I mean, no one but you!” The witch did not believe her.  She started to look everywhere in the room for something to prove that someone else had been there.  Soon she found the rope.  She held it high in the air, yelling, “What is the meaning of this?” “My friend the prince brought me the cloth,” said Rapunzel.  “I love him!  We are going to be married!” “I wouldn’t count on that if I were you!” yelled the witch.  “You will never see this prince again!” She took out a knife.  And with one stroke, the witch cut off all of Rapunzel’s hair.  Holding her cut-off braid in one hand, the witch laughed an evil laugh.  With the other hand and with one stroke of her magic, she sent Rapunzel to a desert far away. Then witch waited in the tower room.  She knew that soon, the prince would come back.


The Last Climb

The witch did not wait for long.  Soon the prince was calling at the bottom of the tower, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” The witch threw Rapunzel’s braid out the window, holding tightly to the other end.  The prince took hold and climbed up, not knowing what waited for him at the top.  When he got to the window, the prince was much surprised to see the witch! “Where is Rapunzel?” he called out.  “What have you done with her?” “You will never see your Rapunzel again!” yelled the witch.  She pushed the prince so hard that he lost hold of the window.  Down, down, fell the prince!   The prince landed on some bushes below.  That helped him with the fall, but the bushes had sharp thorns.  Some of the thorns went into his eyes, and the prince was blind!


The Desert

For two years the poor blind prince wandered in the desert, looking for Rapunzel.  From morning to night he called for her, but it was no use.  One day in the desert, a beautiful sound of singing came to his ears.  “Oh, my!” he thought.  “I know that voice!”  It had to be his dear Rapunzel!  He went closer and closer to the voice he knew so well.   “My prince!” called Rapunzel when she saw him.  “I could cry with joy!” The two of them hugged tight.  Two of her tears of joy fell into the eyes of the prince.  All at once, he could see again! Dear reader, I am sure you can guess what happened next.  The prince and Rapunzel went back to the kingdom where the prince lived.  They were married as soon as they could. Rapunzel became a princess, and the two of them lived happily ever after.


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Birbal finds a thief

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Birbal Finds a ThiefBirbal Finds a Thief ~ Akbar & Birbal English Stories for Kids 


One fine morning, a minister went to Emperor Akbar's court to tell the Emperor some bad news.  His gold coins were all gone!  They must have been stolen the night before!

Emperor Akbar was shocked to hear this.  The place where the minister lived was the safest in the kingdom.  Surely no one could have broken into the house to steal the coins!  It must have been one of the other ministers who lived there, too, who took the coins.  But who?

The Emperor asked Birbal how to solve the case.

Birbal called for a donkey to be tied to a pole at the place where the minister lived. He ordered all the ministers to lift the donkey's tail and say, "I did not steal the coins."   Then each of them must come to the palace later that day.

When each of the ministers were at the palace, Birbal said, “Now each of you must turn your hand up, so I can see the palm of your hand.”  This was odd and the ministers did not know what to think of it.  But they did as they were bid.


The Emperor asked Birbal how to solve the case.


When Birbal looked at the hand of each minister he saw that each one of them, except Alim Khan, had a black patch of paint on their palm.

You see, Birbal had painted the donkey's tail with a black coat of paint!  He knew that the one minister who was guilty, in fear, would not touch the donkey's tail.

And so once again Birbal proved how clever he was, and he was rewarded by the Emperor with 1000 gold coins.


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