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The Messy Mane

Once upon a storytime,

There was a lion, bad and big.

He loved tearing to pieces

Rabbits, deer and pigs.lion.png


He had big, bad eyes,

Round and red,

And big, bad teeth,

Almost a hundred.


But one thing he hatedroar.png

Was his long mane,

That pricked his eyes,

And gave a lot of pain.


It was messy, dirty,

Sticky like clay,

It think his mom,

Didn’t wash it this Sunday.


One day he spotted,

A rabbit, white like snow,

He moved closer to him,

carefully and slow.



Growl! He pounced,

Like a toy with spring,

Ready to kill and eat,

That poor little thing.


Stop, o mighty king,

You are strong and fearless,

I might be weak,

But I am definitely not useless.


Ha Ha Ha! What do you think,

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Or any creature,

As small as you?


I can help you,

Tame your mane,

I know it gives you,

A lot of pain.


Really, can you do that?

The lion was taken aback.

If you help me,

You get your freedom back.



The rabbit washed

Combed and oiled

The lion’s mane was

No longer spoiled.


Then tied his mane

Into a cute tight bun

The lion said,

grooming is actually fun!



Wow! I am free,

Said the happy hare

And the lion was

Free from his dirty, messy hair.


Always be ready

To help and care.

Like this weak and small,

But helpful little hare.




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My Sweet Little Brother

My sweet little brother

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The Tale of a Tail

Once upon a storytime, there lived two best friends. Both of them had many things in common.

One was as cute as the other, as naughty as the other and as clever as the other.

Both had two big eyes, one big smile, and a big appetite
for cakes and bananas.

But they were different in one thing. One had a long tail. The other did not.


Because one was a monkey and the other was a human baby.

They played together, ate together and slept together. When mom called they raced to home together. But the monkey always won. Because he could so easily jump from one tree to the other. He hung by his tail from the tree and swung to and fro. The baby watched. He was fascinated by the monkey’s tail.

monkey on tree

But the monkey wished he didn’t have this ugly, rope like thing sticking out of his bum. Kids teased him. As he slept, they pulled his tail and ran away. Once they tied some fireworks on his tail. That was the worst day of his life. Oh. What a horror!
One day, the baby said to the monkey.

“I wish I had a tail like you. I could swing from trees, hang upside down without falling. It would have been so much fun.”

“Huh! You want a tail. Oh. You have no idea, what a burden it is. I wish I could get rid of it, somehow.” The monkey whined.

“Hey, what are you saying? You don’t like your tail? It’s the most amazing part of your body!”

“Yeah right. Why don’t you spend a day with a tail sticking out of your bum? And I stay free?”

The monkey was kidding at that time. But after a while, they actually decided to swap the tail!

So now the monkey is tail-less. And the baby has a long tail.

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A day passed. Both of them had real fun. The baby played on trees and monkey slept without any disturbance.

After 3 days, they both met each other. But they were not happy!

“You were right. This is a terrible thing. I can’t sleep on my back. It hurts. It is so hard to manage it. As I walk, it knocks down ten things. Mom said if I don’t behave, she would roll my tail and make a bun the way she does with her hair.  And I am tired of playing on trees.” complained the baby.


“Actually, I think you were right. My tail is the most amazing part of my body. Without my tail, I am no longer a monkey. The other day I was hopping from tree to tree. And I slipped. If I had my tail, I could have hung to the tree. I fell and broke my crown. I miss it so much.”

So the two friends swapped the tail once again. And this time, both of them were very happy being what they are and having what they have.


It’s a tale of a tail,

That could never go stale

And you could tell it to generations

Of kids male or female

Tell that kid in nappy

Who doesn’t seem happy

Thinks that eight-legged spider

Is the one he wishes to copy

Or envies the giraffe with a long-neck 

Or the elephant overturning a truck

  Or the birds on the mango tree

   With all the rights to pluck

                                              But never prides the hands

                                               Or the legs on which he stands

                                                  And never thanks the almighty 

                                                  For the brain with which he plans

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Butterflies in my Stomach


It was a Saturday morning. 4-year-old Mini woke up feeling happy. No school today! And mom will also be home all day! They can chat, go shopping and do some painting together which is the favorite pastime for both Mini and her mom.

She got down from the bed rubbing her eyes and went straight to the kitchen where mom was preparing breakfast.

“G’morning mummy”, said Mini cheerfully.

“Good Morning, my princess. You look fresh!”

“It’s a Saturday. What are we planning to do today, mummy?”

“Whatever you say, honey. We can paint, go for some shopping and bake some cupcakes together. What do you say?”

“Super! It’s going to be a great day!!” Mini was over the clouds.

“Amm.. but to start with, we have an important appointment today, Mini.”

Mini was puzzled.

“Appointment? With whom?”

“With the doctor. It’s your vaccination day, honey.”

Hearing this, all the excitement vanished from Mini’s face. She became pale instantly. She was scared of doctors and injections, like every other kid of her age.

But she was brave too. She never cried. She always wanted to be like her mom who she has never seen crying. So Mini just went to her room, got ready and sat with her mom in the car.

Suddenly, there was some strange feeling inside her stomach. As if something was moving inside!

“Ouch! My tummy hurts!” cried Mini.

“What happened, Mini? I hope you aren’t hungry. You didn’t finish your milkshake,” asked the worried mother.

Mini said nothing.

At the doctor’s clinic, the thing inside her stomach moved faster.

“Mom, there’s something in here. I can feel.. feel.. something fluttering its wings inside my stomach,” Mini fought hard not to cry.

Mom knew what it must be. She said, “I know what it is. Does it feel like..like having.. ‘butterflies in the stomach’?”

Mini was surprised! How does mom know?

“Yes mummy, they are all over my stomach!!”


Mom smiled and to Mini’s surprise, she started singing!

When you are nervous

About giving a test

Or scared to visit

A doctor you detest

They flutter their wings

Like a garden in springs

You say, O God, mummy

There are butterflies in my tummy

“I think we should go inside and end this suspense at once,” said mummy mischievously.

Mini squealed.

“Nooo mummy. I don’t want to go. I don’t want injections. They hurt!”

“But the doctor is not going to give you any injections. In fact, he’ll give you few drops of medicine to drink.”

“Really mom!!”

Whoa! The butterflies cannot be felt anymore! They are gone!

On their way back from the doctor’s clinic, Mini was very happy.

“Mummy, now I am certain, the day’s going to be great! I love Saturdays!”

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As stiff as blocks, as soft as clay (Age 4 and above)

Of all the presents he got on his 4th birthday, Eenu loved the building set his grandfather had brought for him. He could make whatever he wanted using those colourful blocks. Red, yellow, blue, green.. they were different in colours, shapes and sizes.


Now Eenu could create the toys he wanted to play with. He would no longer ask his father to buy a helicopter for him. He can make one easily!

He would not ask his mom to buy a red car. He can build one with much more colours. It was exciting!

Eenu was very happy. He would come back from school and busy himself with the blocks. Mom was happy too. She would not run after him to make him have his lunch. While playing with the blocks, Eenu would finish the bowl of cereal without much fuss.

One day, Eenu saw a teddy bear in one of the toy shops. At first, he wanted to ask his mom to buy the teddy for him. But then he thought, ‘I would make the teddy myself with my blocks’.

Eenu ran back home. Kept his bag in the shelf and pulled out his box of colourful blocks. He tried making the teddy. He could make his head, his hands and legs. But alas, the teddy wasn’t as good as it should be. Infact, it didn’t look like a teddy. It looked like a robot, instead. Then, Eenu realized what exactly was missing- the fluffy tummy of the teddy! What is a teddy without a bulky, big, soft tummy? Eenu was disappointed. ‘Mom, I can’t make a teddy with my blocks. There’s no way I can get a soft, plump tummy using these blocks. That’s bad!’

Mom kissed Eenu on his cheek and said encouragingly, ‘Eenu, the blocks you have are stiff and hard. They cannot be bent or made into soft, fluffy objects. I have something for you that will help you make a soft fluffy teddy.’

Eenu brightened up. ‘What is it mom?’

Mom brought out a box. Upon opening, Eenu saw something like a dough of atta that mom uses to make rotis.

‘What is it mom? Is it atta?’

‘No dear, that’s clay for you. Use the clay to make whatever you want. You can make teddy, helicopter, car, doll, Superman, animals and a lot of other stuff. There’s almost nothing that cannot be made using clay.’ Eenu jumped with joy.


‘How wonderful mom! Blocks were good, but clay is just wonderful!’

Mom explained, “Children should be like blocks. Stiff and strong. You should never bend under the influence of bad things of the world.

“Children should try to be like clay too. Adjust in whatever situation you are put into. You may have all the good things in life like a comfortable fluffy bed, air-conditioned rooms, delicious food, a car to make you reach school in time, expensive toys.. But you should never shrink your noses when you visit someone who doesn’t have all such comforts. God tests every brave kid. You should adjust to the place and situation like clay.”

Good Kiddies are…

as stiff as a block

or an unmovable rock

sticking to their decision

with will and precision

Good kiddies are ….

as soft as a clay mound

or water from the nearby pond

bad days or tough times

they are found all smiles

“Now let me see what can you make using this mound of clay?” Mom said and went into the kitchen.

When she came back, she saw a beautiful clay mom sitting on the table.


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The Stammering Story-teller (Age 4 and above)


This is Raghu.

Raghu is a good boy.

He is good to mamma.

He is good to daddy.

He is good to teachers.

He is good at studies.

So can a good boy like Raghu have any problems?

Yes, he does. Everybody has problems. Just the way your mamma cooks food and sprinkles a bit of salt on it to make it interesting, God sprinkles some problems on everyone’s life to make it interesting.

Happy Happy life

And no problems at all

Makes it dull and boring,

You would have no choice

But to be happy

And spend days only snoring.

Isn’t it?

So, what was Raghu’s share of problems?

Poor Raghu used to stammer a lot.


“Mummy, may I have a cccccc-ccc-aakke?”

“Gg-good morning, Ddd-ddaddy.”

Kids teased him. Even his friends laughed behind him.

So, Raghu stopped speaking unnecessarily.

He would speak only when it was necessary.

No gossips. No chitchats. No jokes. Raghu became a quite boy.

Raghu loved reading stories and he loved telling those stories to others. He would read the story of the thirsty crow, the ugly duckling, the tooth fairy and snow-white.


Soon he started making his own stories!

He came up with the stories of the boy who grew up with the kangaroos and easily won the high jump race with humans, the girl who never laughed because she feared her teeth would fall off and the bee who tried to suck nectar from a lady’s hat with a flower bow.

He narrated the stories to Taplu, his pet dog. It would wag its tail and start panting happily when the storied became exciting.

One day, Raghu was narrating the story of the man who asked God that he should never grow old, and became sad thereafter because time froze for him and he didn’t have any birthdays to celebrate after that wish was granted!

At that time his mother happened to pass by and overheard the remarkable story. She was so impressed and proud of him that she went to his teacher the next day and told her about his skill.

The teacher promised to restore Raghu’s confidence.

Next day, the teacher announced a competition in the class.

“Next week, we will have a story telling competition in the class. The winner will get a surprise gift.”

Wow! A surprise gift! We all love surprises!


But soon the excitement died because no one was able to come up with a good story.

Some students re-told the classics like Peter-the-Piper, Cinderella, or the race between the rabbit and the tortoise.

Some students started off well but could not complete the stories.

Others just cut a sorry figure before the teacher. They couldn’t even utter a word!

It was Raghu’s turn. He had a very good story in his mind. But he was scared that he would stammer and the whole class would burst into laughter.

But the teacher promised that nobody would interrupt him, giggle or pass a smirk. The one who does that will be telling a story to the class everyday!

That was scary! So no one dared to move a muscle.

So Raghu started narrating the story of the day he overheard the vegetables talking in the kitchen!


Soon the class was absorbed. He narrated with gestures

“and then the pott-tta-tto said with pp-ppride-

I am the tt-ttastiest of all

Mash me or fry deep,

Crunchy Chips and yummy cutlets

I am delightful and ch-ch-cheap

Everyone in the class couldn’t help but listen to Raghu with rapt attention. When he stammered, students would wait eagerly for him to finish the word.

When the story came to an end, students clapped cheerfully.

The teacher planted a kiss on his cheek and without any words handed over the prize. It was wrapped beautifully.


Raghu unwrapped the gift and was delighted to see a pile of story books inside!

But that was not the only prize he got for his wonderful attempt. He had also earned the respect of his classmates and became one of the most popular child in the class.


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If the world is boring….

If the world is boring,

And nothing’s worth exploring,

Create something new,

In stories you can stew.


Of fairies and dolls,                                                                                                  

Giants and trolls,

And everything in world,

That walks and crawls.


You don’t have an idea,

What fun it has,

In making up things like,

A hundred plaited lass.


I know some stories,

Infact they are many,

Come listen to me,

And stop bothering your granny!


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