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Author: Nadeera Nilupamali

  • The Ant and the Grasshopper: A Funny Tale of Summer and Winter

    The Ant and the Grasshopper: A Funny Tale of Summer and Winter

    On a warm summer morning, Andy the ant was marching back and forth carrying food to his nest. He worked hard, stacking seeds, grains, and berries in neat little piles.

    Just nearby, Greg the grasshopper leaned lazily on a rock, strumming his leaf guitar and singing.

    “Why work so hard, Andy?” Greg chuckled. “There’s plenty of sunshine, and the grass is green. Let’s sing, dance, and nap!”

    Andy shook his head. “Winter will come one day. I must prepare.” But Greg only laughed and continued strumming his silly songs.

    The Busy Ant vs. The Lazy Hopper

    Day after day, Andy worked, sometimes sweating under the heavy load of seeds. He hummed work tunes to keep his spirits up.

    Greg, on the other hand, spent his days hopping from flower to flower, joking with butterflies, and telling riddles to the beetles. He even made up a silly rap about ants carrying crumbs:

    “March, march, lift that grain,
    Ants are working, I’ll complain!
    While I relax and sing all day,
    Winter’s far, so I will play!”

    Andy rolled his eyes but carried on.

    Winter’s Surprise

    Soon, the bright summer faded. Leaves turned brown, the grass dried up, and snowflakes began to fall.

    Andy was safe inside his cozy nest, surrounded by piles of food. He sipped warm acorn tea and munched happily on his supplies.

    Greg, however, shivered in the cold. His guitar strings froze, and there was no grass left to munch. His tummy growled like a bear.

    Finally, he hopped weakly to Andy’s nest and knocked at the tiny door.

    A Lesson with Laughter

    Andy opened the door. “Oh dear, Greg, you look like a frozen cricket!” he said, pulling him inside.

    Greg sniffled. “I should have listened. You were right. I played all summer and now I have nothing.”

    Andy smiled kindly. “Well, you can stay with me, but next summer you must work too.”

    Greg agreed and even made up a funny new song about teamwork:

    “Work a little, play a little, that’s the way to go,
    Ants and hoppers side by side, through sun and even snow!”

    The two friends laughed, proving that a little preparation and a little music make life much brighter.

    The End !

  • A Donkey in Lion’s Skin: A Silly Disguise

    A Donkey in Lion’s Skin: A Silly Disguise

    Danny the donkey lived on the edge of the forest. He was kind but often felt overlooked. “If only I were as grand as the lion,” he sighed.

    One day, Danny spotted something fluttering in the breeze. It was an old lion’s skin left behind by hunters. His eyes twinkled with mischief.

    “If I wear this, everyone will think I’m the king of the jungle!” he brayed happily.

    And so, Danny pulled the skin over his back. He looked in the pond’s reflection and nearly scared himself!

    The Forest Fright

    The next morning, Danny trotted into the forest, pretending to be brave. The rabbits froze. The deer bolted. Even the cheeky monkeys scrambled up the trees.

    “Wow! This disguise really works,” Danny thought, puffing out his chest.

    Everywhere he went, animals bowed or hid. Danny strutted proudly, imagining himself giving royal speeches like a true lion.

    The Silly Slip-Up

    But Danny had one little problem: he was still a donkey underneath.

    When a fox nervously approached to ask for the lion’s permission to cross the path, Danny tried to roar. Instead, out came a loud, ridiculous “Hee-haw! Hee-haw!”

    The forest went silent. Then came the laughter. The rabbits giggled, the monkeys clapped their hands, and the fox smirked.

    “That’s no lion, that’s just Danny in a costume!” shouted the parrot.

    Lesson in Laughter

    Danny’s ears drooped as the animals rolled with laughter. But then, something surprising happened.

    “You may not be a lion,” the fox said kindly, “but you made us laugh harder than ever before. That’s a talent too!”

    Danny realized he didn’t need a lion’s skin to be special. From that day on, he became the forest’s entertainer, braying funny songs and making even the grumpy owl chuckle.

    Sometimes, being yourself was far more powerful than pretending to be someone else.

    The End !

  • The Lion and the Boar: A Thirsty Tussle

    The Lion and the Boar: A Thirsty Tussle

    One hot afternoon in the savannah, the animals were searching for water. The river was almost dry, and only a tiny pool of water remained. Just as the animals sighed with relief, two big figures appeared, Leo the lion and Bruno the boar.

    “I was here first!” growled Leo, flexing his mane.
    “No, I was here first!” snorted Bruno, stomping his hooves.

    The other animals gasped. This was not going to end quietly.

    The Silly Standoff

    The lion and the boar circled the pool, glaring at each other.

    “I’m the king of beasts! I deserve this water,” roared Leo.
    “I’ve got tusks sharper than carrots! I deserve it too,” Bruno snapped.

    The animals tried to calm them down, but Leo puffed out his chest, and Bruno snorted even louder. Soon, they were rolling in the dust, wrestling and roaring.

    “Stop, you two!” cried the parrot. But neither listened.

    A Dangerous Discovery

    Just as the fight got louder, a shadow passed overhead. Then another. High in the sky, vultures circled, watching with greedy eyes.

    “Look at that!” squeaked the meerkat. “Those vultures think Leo and Bruno are about to eat each other, and then they’ll swoop down for the leftovers!”

    Leo and Bruno froze mid-fight. They peeked up at the vultures, licking their beaks. Suddenly, the water didn’t seem like the biggest problem anymore.

    Friends, Not Foes

    Leo and Bruno looked at each other and burst out laughing.

    “What are we doing, fighting like this?” Bruno asked.
    “Exactly,” said Leo. “We’ll both end up dinner if we don’t stop!”

    The two mighty animals agreed to share the water. They slurped and splashed, while the vultures groaned and flapped away, disappointed.

    From that day on, whenever Leo and Bruno met at the waterhole, they winked at each other and said, “Better to drink together than fight forever!”

    The End !

  • Who Will Bell the Cow?

    Who Will Bell the Cow?

    In the quiet village of Sunnyfields lived Daisy the cow, who loved sneaking into gardens at night. She munched on fresh cabbage, licked the tomatoes, and even nibbled Mrs. Maple’s laundry! The animals were tired of her late-night tricks, but no one dared stop her. Daisy was big, gentle, but sneaky.

    “That cow is too quiet!” grumbled the hens. “We never know when she’s coming!”
    The animals held a meeting under the oak tree to find a solution.

    “We must put a bell on Daisy!” suggested the clever goat. “Then we’ll always hear her coming.”
    The idea was brilliant—but who would be brave enough to do it?

    The Great Debate

    The animals all agreed that belling Daisy was the best idea. But when it came time to choose, everyone hesitated.

    “I can’t reach her neck,” squeaked the mouse.
    “She might sit on me,” clucked the hen.
    “What if she kicks?” worried the dog.

    Even the bold horse admitted, “She’s bigger than all of us. I’m not going near her with a bell!”

    The meeting turned into a hilarious debate. Each animal imagined themselves tiptoeing up to Daisy with the shiny bell, only to be chased, mooed at, or splashed with mud.

    The Brave Little Mouse’s Plan

    At last, the tiniest animal spoke up. It was Minnie the mouse. She twitched her whiskers and squeaked, “I may be small, but I’m clever. I’ll do it!”

    The animals gasped. Could such a tiny mouse bell such a huge cow?

    Minnie scurried off to Daisy’s favorite garden. She tied the bell to a long ribbon, climbed the fence, and sprinkled a trail of cheese cubes leading to the barn. Daisy followed the trail happily, mooing with delight.

    When Daisy bent down to nibble the last cube, Minnie swung the ribbon over her horns and tied the bell neatly under her chin. Clink, clink!

    The Village with a Jingly Cow

    The next morning, the animals heard a cheerful jingling sound. Daisy clomped through the meadow, and her bell rang with every step.

    “Clink, clank, clonk!”

    The hens flapped with joy, the goat laughed, and even the farmer chuckled. Daisy was no longer the sneaky cabbage thief—everyone could hear her coming from far away.

    From that day on, Sunnyfields was peaceful. Daisy still munched happily on grass, but her adventures were no longer a secret. And Minnie the mouse? She became the village’s tiniest hero.

    “Who will bell the cow?” they used to ask. Now everyone knew the answer: Minnie would!

    The End !

  • The Clever Crab and the Greedy Fox

    The Clever Crab and the Greedy Fox

    Freddy the fox was always hungry, but never satisfied. “Why share when I can have everything?” he would grin.

    One sunny day, he spotted Carl the crab scuttling along the riverbank, carrying a shiny fish he had just caught.

    “Hello, Carl! That’s a mighty fine fish,” Freddy said sweetly. “Why don’t you let me carry it to the shade for you? You wouldn’t want to get too hot, would you?”

    Carl raised an eyebrow with his tiny claw. “Hmm… I know your tricks, Fox. You’re not planning to eat my fish, are you?”

    “Me? Never!” Freddy lied, licking his lips.

    Carl decided to play along. “Alright, let’s see what happens,” he thought.

    A Crab’s Clever Idea

    As Freddy strutted away with the fish, Carl whispered, “Wait! There’s a shortcut through the thorny bushes. If you take it, you’ll reach the shade faster.”

    Greedy Freddy didn’t think twice. He dashed straight into the bushes, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!

    Thorns poked his fur and tangled in his tail. He stumbled out covered in scratches, the fish still in his mouth.

    Carl clapped his claws and chuckled. “Looks like the shortcut wasn’t so short after all!”

    But Freddy wasn’t ready to give up. “I’ll outsmart that crab yet,” he muttered.

    The Riverbank Race

    The next day, Freddy spotted Carl balancing two fresh clams. “Those look delicious!” Freddy said, trying again. “Why don’t we race to the big oak tree? If I win, I get both clams. If you win, I’ll never bother you again.”

    Carl smirked. “Deal.”

    The race began. Freddy zoomed ahead, leaving Carl far behind. “This will be the easiest win ever!” he boasted.

    But Carl was no ordinary crab. He scuttled sideways into the tall grass and hid. Then, halfway down the path, his brother—who looked exactly like him, popped out and kept racing.

    When Freddy turned around, he gasped. “What? The crab’s already ahead?!”

    By the time Freddy reached the oak tree, Carl’s brother was waiting, clapping his claws in victory. “Guess who won?” Carl teased, appearing right behind Freddy.

    The fox’s jaw dropped. “Two crabs?! That’s cheating!”

    “No,” Carl grinned. “That’s teamwork and brains over greed.”

    The Fox Learns His Lesson

    Frustrated and embarrassed, Freddy finally sat down. “Fine, you win. But how do you always outsmart me?” he groaned.

    Carl raised his claw proudly. “Because clever thinking beats greedy grabbing every time. If you want friends and food, share instead of tricking.”

    Freddy sighed, rubbing his scratched tail. “Maybe… you’re right. I suppose I could try being less greedy.”

    From that day on, whenever Freddy visited the riverbank, he no longer tricked Carl. Instead, they sometimes shared fish, clams, and even funny stories.

    And while Freddy never lost his love for food, he did gain something even better, a clever crab friend who taught him the value of brains, sharing, and just a pinch of humor.

    The End !

  • The Wise Owl and the Foolish Squirrel

    The Wise Owl and the Foolish Squirrel

    Sammy the squirrel was always full of ideas, most of them not so smart. One day, he decided he would dig holes all over the meadow to hide his acorns. But instead of remembering where he buried them, Sammy forgot every single spot.

    “Now I have no acorns and a bumpy meadow!” he squeaked, scratching his head.

    From a tall oak tree, Oliver the wise old owl chuckled. “Sammy, you’re digging more trouble than treasure,” he hooted.

    The Plan to Fly

    The next morning, Sammy had another wild idea. “If I want to be as smart as Oliver, I must learn to fly like him!” he declared.

    He tied leaves to his arms and climbed the tallest stump in the forest. With a mighty leap, he flapped and flapped… only to land in a bush with a POOF! of leaves.

    Oliver shook his feathers and called down, “Wisdom isn’t in wings, Sammy. It’s in thinking before you leap.”

    Sammy giggled, pulling twigs from his fur. “I guess I forgot the thinking part!”

    Trouble with the River

    One hot afternoon, Sammy thought, “If I can’t fly, maybe I can swim like the fish.” He jumped into the river with a splash, but the current carried him away faster than he expected.

    “Help! I’m not a fish, I’m a soggy squirrel!” he squealed, paddling frantically.

    Oliver swooped low and pointed him to a fallen log. Sammy scrambled onto it, dripping wet but safe.

    “Wisdom means knowing what you can do, and what you can’t,” Oliver advised. “Squirrels are wonderful at climbing, but not so great at swimming.”

    Sammy sneezed, spraying river water everywhere. “Noted!”

    Learning the Owl Way

    Finally, Sammy sat at the base of the oak tree, chin on his paws. “Oliver, I want to be wise like you. How do I start?”

    Oliver blinked his golden eyes and said, “Wisdom begins with listening, watching, and learning. Don’t rush into every silly idea. Think, ask questions, and sometimes, just stay still.”

    Sammy practiced by sitting quietly, watching ants march in a neat line, and listening to the rustling leaves. He still had silly ideas, but now he thought twice before diving into bushes or rivers.

    And while he never learned to fly, Sammy did learn the owl’s greatest lesson: sometimes being wise means laughing at your own foolishness.

    The End !

  • The Duckling Who Shared Her Snacks

    The Duckling Who Shared Her Snacks

    Daisy the duckling loved snacks more than anything. Seeds, crumbs, berries — if it was tasty, Daisy wanted it. One sunny morning at the pond, she waddled up to her favorite spot and found a huge pile of crunchy crackers.

    “Oh, lucky me!” Daisy quacked. She flapped her little wings with joy. But as she nibbled, she noticed her friends, the turtles, frogs, and even the shy fish, watching her hungrily. Daisy tilted her head. Should she share?

    A Greedy Goose’s Warning

    Before Daisy could decide, Gordon the goose waddled over. He puffed up his chest and said, “Never share snacks, Daisy! If you give them away, you’ll have nothing left for yourself.”

    Daisy frowned. Sharing did mean fewer crackers for her. But when she saw the frogs’ empty tummies and the turtles’ droopy faces, her heart gave a little quack.

    “Maybe Gordon’s wrong,” Daisy thought. “Maybe sharing makes the snacks even better.”

    Snack Time for Everyone

    Daisy scooped up some crackers in her beak and dropped them near the turtles. “Try these!” she chirped.

    The turtles crunched happily. Then she tossed crumbs to the frogs, who hopped with glee. Even the fish poked their heads out of the water for a nibble. Soon, the whole pond was buzzing with excitement.

    To everyone’s surprise, Daisy discovered that she still had plenty left. And with each cracker she gave away, she felt lighter, happier, and much less greedy than before.

    The Biggest Snack of All

    Suddenly, a breeze blew across the pond, carrying the smell of something delicious. Floating toward them was a giant slice of bread, dropped by a picnicker nearby.

    “Look!” cried the frogs.
    “It’s a feast!” cheered the turtles.

    The bread was so big that Daisy couldn’t possibly eat it alone. She laughed and shouted, “Snack time, everyone!”

    Together, the animals pushed and pulled the bread until it broke into pieces. Even Gordon the goose joined in, munching and chuckling sheepishly.

    From that day on, Daisy became famous at the pond, not as the duckling who kept snacks to herself, but as the duckling who shared her snacks. And she learned a funny little truth: the more she shared, the bigger the snacks seemed to grow.

    The End !

  • The Cat Who Thought She Was a Dog

    The Cat Who Thought She Was a Dog

    Cleo was a fluffy gray cat with bright green eyes and the softest paws in the neighborhood. But Cleo wasn’t like other cats. She didn’t like climbing curtains or chasing toy mice. Instead, Cleo wagged her tail (or at least tried), chased sticks, and barked, or what she thought was a bark.

    “Me-woof!” she cried proudly.

    The dogs in the park tilted their heads. The cats on the fence rolled their eyes. But Cleo was convinced, she wasn’t just a cat. She was a dog trapped in a cat’s body.

    Cat or Dog? The Great Debate

    Every morning, Cleo joined the dogs on their walk. She trotted beside them, tongue out, pretending to pant.

    “Why are you acting like us?” asked Bruno the bulldog.
    “Because I am one of you!” Cleo declared. “I bark, I fetch, and I even guard the house!”

    The other cats teased her. “You’ll never be a dog, Cleo. Dogs don’t nap in sunny windows all day!”

    But Cleo was determined. She practiced growling in front of the mirror and even tried burying her food bowl in the garden. It didn’t always work, but she never gave up.

    Trouble in the Backyard

    One afternoon, Cleo’s big test came. A sneaky squirrel darted into the yard and began digging up the garden. The dogs barked and chased it, but the squirrel was too quick.

    “I’ll get it!” shouted Cleo, racing after the squirrel with surprising speed. She leapt over flower pots, scrambled across the lawn, and pounced!—landed right in front of the squirrel.

    The dogs gasped. The cats on the fence leaned forward. Cleo hissed and then proudly announced, “See? Who says cats can’t guard the yard like dogs?”

    The squirrel scurried away, squeaking in defeat.

    Cleo Finds Her Place

    That night, the dogs gathered around Cleo. “You may not bark like us, and you don’t dig holes very well,” Bruno admitted. “But today, you showed courage. And that’s what makes you part of the pack.”

    The cats purred in agreement. “And you’re still one of us, too, Cleo. After all, only a cat could leap like that!”

    Cleo beamed. She finally understood. She didn’t have to choose between being a cat or a dog. She was Cleo, the one-of-a-kind “me-woofing” cat who was brave, funny, and loved by everyone.

    And from that day forward, Cleo kept chasing sticks, napping in the sun, and barking well, sort of—in her own special way.

    The End !

  • The Toucan Who Told Tall Tales

    The Toucan Who Told Tall Tales

    In the heart of the rainforest lived Toby the toucan. With his bright beak and colorful feathers, he was hard to miss. But Toby was famous for something else: his tall tales.

    “Did you know I once out-flew a jet plane?” he boasted to the parrots.
    “I once juggled coconuts with just my beak!” he told the monkeys.

    The animals chuckled. They never quite believed Toby, but they loved listening.

    Stories That Grew and Grew

    Every day, Toby’s tales became taller.

    To the frogs, he said, “I swam across the entire river in one gulp.”
    To the sloths, he bragged, “I climbed every tree in the rainforest in a single day.”

    His stories were so outrageous that even the jaguar raised an eyebrow. But Toby’s charm made the animals laugh so hard that no one minded.

    Still, some wondered, Will Toby ever tell the truth?

    The Day of the Lost Bananas

    One morning, the monkeys panicked. Their giant bunch of bananas had gone missing!

    “Who could have taken them?” they cried.

    Toby swooped in dramatically. “I know exactly what happened!” he declared. “A giant flying crocodile snatched them and is now juggling them over the waterfall!”

    The monkeys gasped. The parrots gasped. Even the frogs gasped. But then they frowned. “Toby, is this another tall tale?”

    The monkeys decided to search for the bananas themselves. And to everyone’s surprise, Toby followed quietly.

    A Tale That Turned True

    At the riverbank, Toby spotted something shiny in the bushes. He flapped closer and squawked, “Look! Banana peels!”

    The monkeys rushed over. Sure enough, the bananas were hidden behind the bushes,no flying crocodile, just a sneaky raccoon enjoying a snack.

    The monkeys cheered. “You helped us, Toby!”
    Toby grinned sheepishly. “Well… maybe this tale wasn’t so tall after all.”

    From then on, Toby still told silly stories, but he also sprinkled in helpful truths. The animals decided that the rainforest was a much funnier, brighter place with their tall-tale-telling toucan around.

    The End !

  • The Donkey Who Dreamed of Dancing

    The Donkey Who Dreamed of Dancing

    Danny the donkey lived on a small farm at the edge of the meadow. Most days, he carried baskets of hay or gave rides to children. But deep in his heart, Danny had a secret dream.

    “I want to be… a dancer!” he whispered one night while practicing little hops in the moonlight.

    The cows snorted. “Donkeys don’t dance!”
    The chickens cackled. “You’ll trip over your own hooves!”

    But Danny didn’t give up. Every night, he twirled and tapped his hooves, dreaming of spinning across a grand stage.

    Lessons in Laughter

    Danny decided he needed help. He asked the animals around the farm to teach him.

    The chickens showed him how to scratch and peck in rhythm.

    The sheep taught him how to leap over fences gracefully.

    The pig rolled around, calling it “the mudslide move.”

    Danny tried them all. Sometimes he fell, sometimes he wobbled, and once he even landed in the pigpen with a giant splat!

    But instead of feeling embarrassed, Danny laughed. “Every dancer has a funny start!” he said, shaking mud from his tail.

    The Big Barnyard Show

    One day, Farmer Fred announced, “Tonight, we’re having a Barnyard Talent Show!”

    The chickens clucked excitedly, the goats tuned their fiddles, and the ducks prepared a quacking choir. Danny’s ears perked up.

    “This is my chance to dance!” he said nervously.

    When his turn came, Danny took a deep breath. At first, his hooves clattered awkwardly on the floor. But soon he spun, hopped, and even tried the “mudslide move.”

    The barn shook with laughter, not mean laughter, but the joyful kind. The animals clapped their hooves, wings, and paws.

    Dancing with Joy

    By the end of his performance, Danny was panting but smiling. The animals cheered, “Encore, Danny! Encore!”

    He bowed deeply. “I may not be the best dancer, but I’m the happiest donkey on the dance floor!”

    From that day on, Danny became the farm’s official dancing donkey. He danced at every party, festival, and picnic. Even Farmer Fred joined in, stomping his boots to Danny’s rhythm.

    Danny’s dream came true, not because he danced perfectly, but because he danced with joy, laughter, and a heart full of courage.

    The End !