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  • 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 Duckling Who Discovered the Fog of Forgotten Things – A Magical Tale About Memory for Kids

    The Duckling Who Discovered the Fog of Forgotten Things – A Magical Tale About Memory for Kids

    In a quiet corner of the world, nestled between tall reeds and sleepy lilies, lived a small duckling named Penny.

    She was fluffier than a dandelion and twice as curious.

    One misty morning, Penny noticed something odd. A silver fog had settled over Maple Pond, soft and swirly like a whisper. The older ducks just blinked and said, “Oh, that’s the Fog of Forgotten Things. Best not to bother with it.”

    But Penny tilted her head. “If it’s forgotten… how do we know what’s in it?” And with a hop and a paddle, she followed the fog.

    Things That Drift Back

    Inside the mist, everything was muffled; sound, light, and even thoughts.

    But as Penny waddled through the hush, strange little memories drifted past her like feathers:
    – A turtle remembering where he buried his best berry.
    – A fox giggling about the first time he tried to howl.
    – A flower opening to the memory of sunshine.

    The fog shimmered with gentle stories, lost toys, half-finished songs, and feelings that had once been felt and then, misplaced.

    Penny’s eyes grew wide. “This isn’t just a fog. It’s where forgotten things come to wait.”

    Penny’s Own Lost Pieces

    As Penny walked deeper, a hush fell thicker. Then, something soft brushed her wing.

    A memory. Her very first waddle. She’d fallen. Then laughed. Then gotten up.

    Another one. The lullaby her mother hummed when she couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t thought of that in days.

    And one more. A shiny pebble she had tucked under her feather for safekeeping and forgotten.

    Her heart fluttered. “I didn’t know I could forget things that mattered.” The fog wasn’t sad. It was gentle. A soft place that held pieces until they were ready to return.

    Returning with the Light

    Penny paddled out of the fog, carrying more than she brought in.

    She whispered her memories to her pond friends, and soon they were sharing theirs;
    Stories of games, songs, hugs, and old dreams.

    The fog lifted slowly, not because it vanished, but because it had been heard. And from that day on, if any creature forgot something, they’d sit by Penny and ask,

    “Do you think the fog is holding it for me?”

    And Penny would smile, “Yes. And it always gives it back when you’re ready to remember.” Because memories never disappear, they just wait in the softest corners of the world.

    The End !