This little pumpkin had a good life, but was never happy. Then Halloween night came along… not a great night if you’re a pumpkin! Find out his fate!
A lovely Christmas poem by Henry Van Dyke.
.A Little fir grew in the midst of the wood
Contented and happy, as young trees should.
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“I always find heaps of goodies in my stocking. Don’t like some of them, and soon get tired of those I do like. Then there is a Christmas tree somewhere, with a doll on top, or a stupid old Santa Claus. Really, mamma, I’ve had so many Christmases all alike that I don’t think I can bear another one.”
Moral: The Tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.
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Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly, ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
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Oh! a bare, brown rock
Stood up in the sea,
The waves at its feet
Nobody knows better how remarkable this rocket is than the Remarkable Rocket himself. He considers the Prince very honoured to have him perform at the wedding. But being a sensitive soul, his tears dampen more than just the occassion and his ‘letting off’ is not quite what he expected.
Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile,
As if he knew what magic slept. In his quiet pipe the while;
A Silly young Mouse
Ventur’d out of the house,
In spite of his mother’s advice;
And, deaf to regard,
Ran along the farm-yard,
But return’d to the nest in a trice.
Honoured to meet Fox, Cat starts a polite conversation, only to be belittled and embarrassed. But then, fate steps in to make a point.
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This emperor loves clothes and commissions two men to make him one of their famous suits. It is said that it can only be seen by clever people, so why can no one see it?
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A hungry dog some meat had seized,
And, with the ample booty pleased,
His neighbour dogs forsook;
In fear for his delightful prize,
He look’d around with eager eyes,
And ran to cross the brook.
Moral: Carelessness has consequences.
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Moral: Ask the right questions.
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When the princess is to choose a husband, she stands her suitors in a line and mocks each of them, calling one ‘Grisly-Beard’. Embarassed by her arrogance, her father determines to marry her to the next man to enter the castle. As it happens, it is a poor fiddler, who walks her through King Grisly-Beard’s beautiful kindom before arriving at his dirty hole.