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Whether you want cute, funny, or fantastical, these bedtime stories for kids deliver.
Callista And The Puma
Once there was a girl named Callista. Her father was a soldier, and after the country in which she was born, Spain, invaded South America, she moved to Argentina with her family.
The people who lived in Argentina were angry the Spanish had taken over their land, so they surrounded the camp in which the Spanish families were living, hoping to make them leave.
Callista was told not to leave the camp, but she was hungry. So, one day, she snuck out to find food.
As she explored the jungle, she came across a cave where a mother puma had just given birth. Callista helped the mother puma clean the cubs and found food for her to eat.
One day the native people found Callista, and she was scared. However, they did not harm her and instead took her back to their village, gave her food, and looked after her. Callista felt loved and at home and lived there a long while.
Then, the Spanish soldiers attacked the village, found Callista, and took her back to the camp. Her father was very angry with her and sent soldiers to tie her to a tree in the jungle as punishment. She was there for days.
The village people were scared she might die, but they were also scared of the Spanish soldiers. After three days, they went to try to rescue Callista but feared she would be dead. However, when they got to the trees, Callista was fine.
The puma Callista cared for had come back to look after her.
The villagers untied Callista and took her home with them, where she lived a long and happy life.
The Unexpected Rock
One day two children were playing in a stream. When they got out, they were chilly, but the girl saw a soft, mossy area in the sun.
“Let’s go and sit there,” she said, “It will be warm in the sun.”
The children laid on the moss and soon fell asleep. As the day went on, the rock inched upwards to keep them close to the sun and warm. The children were so comfortable they stayed asleep.
At dinner time, the children’s family searched everywhere but could not find them.
Then coyote sniffed the ground, followed the children’s trail, and said, “They must be on top of this new rock.”
Antelope was the best jumper, and the family asked him to get the children, but he could only reach a short way up the rock.
Grizzly bear was the best climber, so they asked her to get the children, but she could only reach a little higher than antelope.
All of the animals tried — jackrabbit, raccoon, even mountain lion, but none could reach the children.
“Let me try,” said the inchworm, and all of the animals laughed.
“You are too small,” they said. “How could you possibly do what we couldn’t?”
But the children’s family asked him to try.
Slowly, slowly, the inchworm passed the points the other animals had reached. Finally, he got to the top and woke the children by crawling on their faces and led them down the mountain.
That day, the Miwok named the rock Tutokanula in honor of the inchworm, the tiny creature who achieved great things.
There once was an emperor named Akbar. He went hunting in the woods, but when it started to get dark, he became lost. A young boy, Mahesh, heard the emperor calling for help, went into the jungle, and led him back to the palace.
As a reward, the emperor took a ring from his finger and gave it to Mahesh.
“Bring this ring back to the palace in the morning, show it to the guards, and tell them to let you in,” said the emperor, “Then I can reward you for your kindness.”
The next day Mahesh came back to the palace, showed the ring to the guard, and asked to see the emperor. However, the guard was a greedy man and told Mahesh, “I will only let you in if you give me half of your reward.”
Mahesh agreed and went to see the emperor.
“I would like 50 lashes as my reward,” said Mahesh.
The emperor tried to talk him out of it, but Maresh insisted. After the 25th lash, Mahesh stopped the emperor and explained about the guard.
The emperor was very angry with the guard. He went out and gave the guard the remaining 25 lashes and fired him on the spot.
Then the emperor asked Maresh again what he would like as a reward.
“I promised the guard half of everything,” Maresh said, “So I do not want any further reward.”
So, instead, the emperor gave Mahesh’s family a new home and all they needed to enjoy a happy life.
The Mermaid’s Ring
One day a young fisherman accidentally caught a mermaid in his net. Legends say if you catch a mermaid, she must grant a wish if you let her go.
“I wish the girl I like would love me forever,” he said.
“Why do you like her?” asked the mermaid.
“Because she is the prettiest girl in the land.”
The mermaid thought for a while and handed the boy a magical ring.
“Give this ring to the girl you want to spend the rest of your life with,” she said, “but you must wait one full year from today before it will work.”
The boy took the ring, and on his way home, he passed a homeless girl.
“Please, sir,” she said, “Can you spare something to eat? I will work for you in return.”
The boy didn’t have much, but he agreed to share his food with the girl if she helped him put away his nets. They shared his food, and the girl left while the boy crawled into bed and dreamed of his love.
Every day for a month, the girl would help him with the nets, and he would share his food. Then one day, she was not there. The boy was worried, went to look for her, and found her asleep in his fishing shed.
The boy was ashamed that he never thought about where the girl would sleep. He woke her up, let her sleep by his fire, and then added a room to his home for her.
“You can sleep here for the next 11 months,” he told her. “But then my wife will move in, and you will have to leave.”
The next day, the girl was not waiting to help with his nets, and he was angry.
“I gave her food and a room,” he said, “and this is how she repays me?”
He dropped the nets and burst angrily through his front door.
The boy couldn’t believe his eyes. His little home had never been so clean. His bed was washed and made, there was a pile of chopped wood by the fire, and a pot of stew waited for him on the fire.
Again, the boy felt ashamed. The girl had worked hard all day and made his home more lovely than he ever had.
They ate together, and the girl left for her room while the boy crawled into his clean bed and dreamed of his love.
As the months passed, the boy would ask the girl to stay and talk before they both went to sleep in their rooms. They shared stories of their families, and the boy spoke every night of his love.
And then one morning, the boy awoke to find the girl waiting by the door with her things under her arm.
“What are you doing?” asked the boy.
“It is time for you to marry your love,” she said, “So I must go.”
The boy hadn’t realized a full year had passed. He grabbed the ring and ran to the village to find his love. When he found her, the boy saw that she looked exactly the same, but he no longer felt the same way.
So he ran back to his home and chased after the girl.
“Did you find your love?” she asked.
“Yes and no,” said the boy, “I found an ordinary girl in the village, but now that I am with you, I know I have found my love.”
And so the boy gave the girl his ring, and they spent the rest of their lives together.
A Tale Of Māui
Māui was a curious being and wanted to know where fire came from. He thought that if he put out all of the fires in the village, he would be able to see how they were relit.
Māui’s mother was the rangatira, leader of the village.
“Someone will have to go and ask Mahuika, the goddess of fire, for more,” she said.
So Māui, who was also Mahuika’s grandson, went to ask for more fire. Her cave was inside the burning mountain, and when he arrived and asked for more fire, Mahuika gave him one of her burning fingernails.
But Māui put the fire out and asked for another. Again and again, he did this until Mahuika had no fingernails and only one toenail left. Mahuika was very angry and sent fire to chase him, but Māui called on the weather god who came and put the fire out.
Mahuika threw her last toenail at Māui but missed. The toenail landed in the Mahoe, Tōtara, Patete, Pukatea, and the Kaikōmako trees. The trees held the fire deep in their branches, for it was a gift from the gods.
Māui took dry branches from the trees, took them to the village, and showed the villagers how to rub the branches together and release the fire.
This is how people discovered how to make fire.
The Emperor’s New Clothes
There was once an emperor who didn’t care about ruling his land. Instead, all he cared about was living in his palace, having the finest food and drink, owning the most expensive things, and most of all, wearing the most beautiful clothes.
One day some crooks came to the land. They told the emperor they had the finest cloth in the world, but it was magical. Only the smartest, most brilliant, most influential people could see it, and anyone who was not brilliant, intelligent, or important could see nothing.
When the emperor was shown the cloth, he could see nothing at all, and he was scared.
“If people find out I am not clever, or smart, or important, they will choose another emperor,” he thought. “Then, I will not be the most important person in the land, and the finest things will not surround me.”
So the emperor told the crooks that yes, it was the finest cloth he had ever seen and asked them to make an outfit for his grand parade.
On the day of the parade, everyone in the kingdom came to see the emperor. They had all heard about the magical cloth and wanted to see it for themselves.
The giant parade began, and the emperor walked down the great National Mall. Nobody could see the magical clothes, but everyone was too afraid to speak up.
A child then pointed at the emperor and asked, “Why isn’t he wearing any clothes?”
This made other people brave enough to speak up, and soon, almost the entire kingdom was talking about the silly emperor. He was so worried about beautiful clothes, expensive things, and what people thought, he walked down the street naked rather than telling the truth.
You Need A Lion’s Whisker
Leeya married a man who already had a son. She tried to be friends with the boy, but nothing she did worked. So Leeya went to see the medicine man in the mountains.
“Please help me,” Leeya said. “I want the boy to be happy and to be friends with him. I’ve tried for an entire week, but nothing works.”
“I can help, but first, I need you to pluck a whisker from a living lion and bring it to me,” he said.
Leeya was afraid, but she wanted to be friends, so she went to where the lions lived.
Every day for a month, Leeya would put out a bowl of meat and watch from behind a rock when the lion came to feed.
The next month she did the same thing but knelt up, so her head was showing. The next month she stood taller so the lion could see her from the waist up, and the following month she stood beside the rock.
For the next six months, she inched closer to the lion. In the tenth month, she stood next to him while he ate. In the eleventh, she held the bowl, and in the twelfth month, she would place her hand on the lion’s face.
Finally, she was brave enough to pluck a whisker from the lion, and she took it to the medicine man. The medicine man accepted the whisker from her and threw it into the fire.
“Why did you do that?” asked Leeya. “I worked hard for a full year to get that whisker.”
“You worked hard,” said the medicine man. “You were patient, gave the lion what it needed, and gained its trust. Is it any harder to do the same for a young boy who misses his mother?”
Then Leeya understood. There were no shortcuts, but patience, love, understanding, and perseverance would get her where she wanted to be.
Long ago, there was a family. The man went out every day to work on the farm, and the woman stayed in the house, working to look after the children and the home.
One day the farmer came home and complained the house was a mess, the baby was crying, there was no butter, no bread, and his dinner wasn’t ready.
“What do you do all day?” he asked his wife angrily. “I could do a better job in one day than you do all week.”
“Okay, then,” said his wife, “Tomorrow I will work on the farm, and you will look after the home.”
And that is what they did.
The woman went out early to work in the field, and the man began his day by feeding the chickens and putting milk in the churn to make butter.
But the baby started crying, so he went to pick him up. While the man was shushing the baby, their toddler ran into the kitchen, knocked over the churn, and milk spilled everywhere.
The man started to clean up the mess but realized he hadn’t given the children their breakfast. He began to make breakfast, but he’d forgotten to close the door when he fed the chickens, and now they were in the house, leaving feathers and poop everywhere.
And so it went on, all day. Every time he tried to do something, the farmer found other things went wrong.
When the woman returned from the fields, she found the house covered in feathers and chicken poop. The children were hungry and dirty and had run through the milk leaving a sticky, smelly trail. She found her husband sitting on the bed with a crying baby.
“I am sorry, dear wife,” he said, “I cannot believe all of the things you have to juggle while you work hard at home every day. I will never complain again.”
And he didn’t. Not only that, on the days he came home to no food, he would cook supper for the family, help with the children, and churn the butter for the next day.
Growing For A King
An old king had no children, so he held a competition to find the next leader.
He decreed that every child who wanted to try would be given a seed. They had to go home and nurture the seed for one year. At the end of the year, the grower of the best plant would be the new leader.
Heng entered the contest and took a seed home. She put the seed in the best soil, watered it carefully, and gave it just the right amount of sun.
By the end of the first month, other children in the town had tiny sprouts, but Heng did not. By the end of the third month, all of the other children had little, bushy plants, but still, Heng had nothing.
The other children made fun of Heng, telling her she could never be the leader because she couldn’t even grow a tiny plant.
Heng swapped the soil and the pot. She tried everything she could think of, but at the end of the year, she still had nothing.
The last day of the contest arrived, and all of the children took their plants to the palace, except Heng. She sat at home and cried, but her parents said she should be proud of her hard work and took her along to the judging.
The king walked up and down, judging the beautiful, luscious plants; some of them even had fruit. Then he arrived at Heng.
“Where is your plant?” asked the king.
Through her tears, Heng said, “I worked very hard. I gave the seed my best soil, watered it every day, put it in just the right amount of sun, and brought it in from the cold. But nothing I did could make the seed grow.”
“That’s right,” said the king. “I gave everyone seeds that had been boiled and dried. None of them could grow into plants”.
“You are the only honest child who was strong enough to admit your seed wouldn’t grow, the king continued. “That makes you our new leader.”
The Stonemason’s Wish
There was once a stonemason who was unhappy with his life.
“I wish I were the king,” he said, and suddenly he was.
The stonemason soon discovered that the king always had people asking him questions and that he had to work when he wanted to rest.
“I wish I were the sun,” said the stonemason. “The sun is powerful and doesn’t get told what to do.”
And suddenly, he was the sun. But the stonemason soon discovered the clouds could block the sun’s power.
“I wish I were a rain cloud,” said the stonemason. “They are powerful enough to block out the sun.”
And suddenly, he was a raincloud. As he rained down on the earth, the stonemason tried to change the shapes of the rocks.
“I wish I were powerful enough to change the shape of rocks,” said the stonemason, and suddenly he was a mason again, holding a chisel, ready to carve the stone.
“I am glad to be a stonemason again,” he said. “I can change stone into beautiful things, and that is all I need.”
In the city, there was a wealthy merchant. He would lend people money for their business, and in return, he took some profits.
Mousey was a poor boy who asked the merchant for a loan.
“How will you make money?” asked the merchant. “You have no business and nothing worth taking if you do not pay me back.”
“You’re called Mousey, so have this dead mouse,” said the merchant, and he and his friends laughed.
Mousey took the dead mouse, gave it to someone with a pet cat, and in return received two handfuls of chickpeas.
He ground the chickpeas, filled his only jar with water, and waited by the road, under a tree.
A group of woodcutters came by, and Mousey gave them the food and drink in return for two pieces of their wood. He sold the wood and bought four handfuls of peas and another jar.
The next day the woodcutters swapped four pieces of wood for his food and drink. Mousey kept two pieces and traded two for more supplies. This went on for months until the rains came and the woodcutters could not work, and wood was in short supply.
Mousey sold his spare wood for a lot of money and bought a store. Over the years, slowly, he built up a business and made sure to help others who nobody else was willing to support.
One day he was invited to the merchant’s house. He declined the invitation and instead paid the merchant back his “loan” by sending him a dead mouse and a second one as “interest.”
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