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In a huge fig tree, outside the town, lived a kind-hearted heron and a wicked crow.

On a very hot summer’s day, a traveller, tired from walking in the sun, stopped for rest under the cool shade of the fig tree.

He put his bow and arrows down beside him and went to sleep. After sometime, the shadow of the tree moved leaving the traveller’s face exposed to the sun.

When the kind hearted heron saw this, he spread out his wings to protect the traveller from the sun.

The wicked crow was watching all this. It annoyed him to see the traveller sleeping comfortably.

So when he saw the traveller wake up and yawn leisurely, he could no longer control his irritation. the crow relieved himself right into the man’s mouth and flew off.

Enraged, the traveller sprang to his feet. Looking up to find the culprit, his eyes fell on the heron. He picked up his bow and arrow and shot the bird dead.

Moral: Company of the wicked often brings trouble and sorrow to the good.

In a field one summer’s day a Grasshopper was hopping about,
chirping and singing to its heart’s content. An Ant passed by,
bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the
nest.

“Why not come and chat with me,” said the Grasshopper,
“instead of toiling and moiling in that way?”

“I am helping to lay up food for the winter,” said the Ant,
“and recommend you to do the same.”

“Why bother about winter?” said the Grasshopper; we have got
plenty of food at present.” But the Ant went on its way and
continued its toil. When the winter came the Grasshopper had no
food and found itself dying of hunger, while it saw the ants
distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had
collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew:

It is best to prepare for the days of necessity.

A young fox saw a lion for the very first time. He was so frightened by the appearance of the great beast that he ran away as fast as he could. The second time he saw the lion, he hid behind a large rock and peeped out to see the lion. The third time he saw the lion, he went straight up to him, and said, “Hello, Mr. Lion.”

A fox was walking through the forest when he saw a crow sitting on a tree branch with a fine piece of cheese in her beak. The fox wanted the cheese and decided he would be clever enough to outwit the bird.

“What a noble and gracious bird I see in the tree!” proclaimed the fox, “What exquisite beauty! What fair plumage! If her voice is as lovely as her beauty, she would no doubt be the jewel of all birds.”

The crow was so flattered by all this talk that she opened her beak and gave a cry to show the fox her voice.

“Caw! Caw!” she cried, as the cheese dropped to the ground for the fox to grab.

The farmer had many animals on his farm and he was a very busy man. But one animal in particular was very troublesome and the farmer had his hands full with this animal. Donkey was very stubborn, he would not keep the coyotes out of the sheep paddock and he was forever braying.
He kept on braying, all day and night, never stopping. He got hoarser as time went by but he could not stop. The farmer gave him fresh water and sweet hay to try to get him to stop braying but he kept it up.

King Matthias was wandering around his kingdom. He got tired and he asked a peasant to carry him on his wagon. The peasant carried his grain to the mill but he agreed to pick up the wanderer.

When they were on the road they spotted a big chaise in front of them. The chaise carried a rich baron. The teamster shouted:

“Get away!”

King Matthias got angry and he ordered the peasant not to go away and he even took the control of the wagon from the peasant and stopped it.

“Get away already…” demanded the teamster of the chaise.

King Matthias jumped down from the wagon and he took down his peasant disguise. Both the peasant and the teamster were astonished.

“From now on I take it in to law. If a wagon meets with a chaise it must be the chaise which gives free way to the wagon.”

Hades once set a trap for hercules he was proud of the trap, it would

One day the birds took it into their heads that they would like a master, and that one of their number must be chosen king. A meeting of all the birds was called, and on a beautiful May morning they assembled from woods and fields and meadows. The eagle, the robin, the bluebird, the owl, the lark, the sparrow were all there. The cuckoo came, and the lapwing, and so did all the other birds, too numerous to mention. There also came a very little bird that had no name at all.
There was great confusion and noise. There was piping, hissing, chattering and clacking, and finally it was decided that the bird that could fly the highest should be king.
The signal was given and all the birds flew in a great flock into the air. There was a loud rustling and whirring and beating of wings. The air was full of dust, and it seemed as if a black cloud were floating over the field.
The little birds soon grew tired and fell back quickly to earth. The larger ones held out longer, and flew higher and higher, but the eagle flew highest of any. He rose, and rose, until he seemed to be flying straight into the sun.
The other birds gave out and one by one they fell back to earth – and when the eagle saw this he thought, “What is the use of flying any higher? It is settled – I am king!”
Then the birds below called in one voice, “Come back, come back! You must be our king! No one can fly as high as you.”
“Except me!” cried a shrill, shrill voice, and the little bird without a name rose from the eagle’s back, where he had lain hidden in the feathers, and he flew into the air. Higher and higher he mounted till he was lost to sight, then, folding his wings together, he sank to earth crying shrilly, “I am king! I am king!”
“You, our king!” the birds cried in anger. “you have done this by trickery and cunning. We will not have you to reign over us.”
Then the birds gathered together again and made another condition, that he should be king who could go the deepest into the earth.
How the goose wallowed in the sand, and the duck strove to dig a hole! All the other birds, too, tried to hide themselves in the ground. The little bird without a name found a mouse’s hole, and creeping in cried –
“I am king! I am king!”
“You, our king!” all the birds cried again, more angrily than before. “Do you think that we would reward your cunning in this way? No, no! You shall stay in the earth till you die of hunger!”
So they shut up the little bird in the mouse’s hole, and bade the owl watch him carefully night and day. Then all the birds went home to bed, for they were very tired – but the owl found it lonely and wearisome sitting alone staring at the mouse’s hole.
“I can close one eye and watch with the other,” he thought. So he closed one eye and stared steadfastly with the other – but before he knew it he forgot to keep that one open, and both eyes were fast asleep.
Then the little bird without a name peeped out, and when he saw Master Owl’s two eyes tight shut, he slipped from the hole and flew away.
From this time on the owl has not dared to show himself by day lest the birds should pull him to pieces. He flies about only at night-time, hating and pursuing the mouse for having made the hole into which the little bird crept.
And the little bird also keeps out of sight, for he fears lest the other birds should punish him for his cunning. He hides in the hedges, and when he thinks himself quite safe, he sings out, “I am king! I am king!”
And the other birds in mockery call out, “Yes, yes, the hedge-king! the hedge-king!”

You know that a snowman can\’t come to life. But in this story I am going to tell about a snowman coming to life. One day I wanted to build snowman so I did!! In the middle of the night, the snowman came to life!! I was shocked!! I realised that the snowman was going somewhere. So I followed it to a place where snowmen lived. My snowman looked so happy that I left him there and went home. I felt happy for my snowman! The End

What is better than opening presents on Christmas morning? What is even better than decorating cookies or going Christmas caroling with friends and family? For me it is my cousin’s gift exchange. It’s my favorite parts of Christmas Day. It is one of the best traditions of my family and we do it every year. . This is make Christmas special for me and my family.