The Legend of the Arctic Hares And why they Change Colour in Winter Time - Along time ago in the Arctic forest lived a rabbit. She was a
little brown rabbit. She was born when the sky was blue, green,
pink, purple and orange. - The little rabbit liked the colours of the sky so much she
wanted to be those colours. The rabbit tried and tried, but she
just couldn't change herself into these colours. - It was getting close to winter, the little rabbit needed food.
Mama rabbit told her daughter . " Now go get food!" - As the little rabbit left she asked her Mom " Is it safe out
there ?" - " Yes " answered Mom .
- When the little rabbit came back home it was raining. For 5
days it rained none stop. On the 6th day the rain stopped . A
beautiful shinning rainbow appeared in the sky. - The little rabbit looked at all the beautiful colours in the
sky and wished he could be all those colours. The little rabbit
was very upset that he would never be able to change colours. - Just then snowflakes fell on her back. She tried to shake them
off but just couldn't. She noticed she was now white. The little
rabbit felt very excited because she was no longer brown and was a
beautiful white . Still she was a little disappointed because she
wasn't the colours of the rainbow. Mostly she was proud of her
white coat. - Today if see an Arctic hare you'll remember that it turns
white in the winter because the snow flakes stuck to his back. Now
all Arctic hares turn white in the winter. by Alyssa M.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
After last nights visit to DIMDIMA and the young ones story's and poem, I got to wondering !!!!!
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 No music, just cooking, Indian Dessert Style ," yummy, yummy," as Samruddhi said.> |
| WELCOME TO A FEW INDIAN RECIPES, WHICH SORT OF CAME ABOUT AFTER READING SAMRUDDHI STORY. I FOUND MYSELF THINKING WHAT ON EARTH IS "LASSI, AND MALLI KULFI," SO NOW I KNOW BUT I THINK IT WILL BE ONE OF MY DAUGHTERS DONNA OR KAYLEIGH WHO WILL DO THE COOKING |
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
DIMDIMA, a few small stories from India's favourite Childrens Web site DIMDIMA, who I am proud to say is a ood friend of Dr.do-diddily and the dee-dot's
By Sharada Mahalingam
Age : 12
Class: Seventh
School: J.B Vachha High School
City: Mumbai
The Rambo Circus is in town!” I exclaimed, eagerly scanning the day’s newspaper. “Let’s go today, please, Mummy?”
Mummy looked at Daddy, who smiled. “All right, I suppose we could get tickets for the six ‘o’ clock show this evening,” she said sipping her coffee.
It was a Friday morning and my parents, my twin sister Tina and I were eating breakfast.
“Now eat quickly, or you’ll be late for school,” said Daddy.
At school we could think about nothing but the circus, and as soon as we got home, we changed, had our snacks and waited impatiently for Daddy to get home from his office.
“He’d said he’d come early today,” complained Tina to Mummy. Just then, we heard a squeal of tires and our blue family van appeared on the driveway, driven by Daddy.
We filed inside the van and where off to the circus. We were fortunate to get four seats in the front row - then the show began.
The first to take the stage was a famous Russian acrobats team, they performed on the high-wire. They were amazing.
Next a dwarf rode on a tri-cycle, he was marvellous. We clapped loudly as he rode his tri-cycle over the tall gray elephants.
Suddenly the circus ring was filled with the sound of two motor cyclists who drove their motor bikes inside a huge transparent globe. The noise they made was deafening!
After that, a pretty lady came onto the stage, followed by a lion. She fearlessly put her whole head into the lion’s open mouth! We were terrified, but how the audience applauded! We had just settled down again, when a magnificent, black horse, with a young gymnast sitting on its back came onto the stage. Slowly he stood up on the horse's back, first he cantered about on the stage, then he did push-ups and even a few flip-flops!
Then the lights came on, it was the interval.
Daddy let us buy popcorn and ice cream, and we talked about the various items that were performed.
Then it was time for the second half . The scenery had changed and there were rope ladders hanging everywhere and across the very top was a huge net. Then the clowns came in , a short clown with a big red nose and curly hair, whilst the taller one had a hat and long, toed, shoes. They made their way to the ladders and the little one started climbing, followed closely by the tall one on the same ladder just a few steps behind!
Just then, the little clowns shorts slipped off his legs and fell onto the stage. But that wasn't enough, moments later his underwear fell after his shorts, but this time they landed over the head of the tall clown! It was really very funny, watching him wobbling about on the rope ladder, Tina was crying with laughter!
Then the lights dimmed and in came a juggler, he was carrying burning torches. He began to juggle them, first one, then two, then three.
I felt scared, I mean, "what if he drops one of those torches of fire?” I jumped as Tina got up from her seat to go to the toilet
Then suddenly - before I knew what was happening - I saw that the stage was on fire!
Everyone was screaming, everywhere rushing to the fire exit .
“Hold on tight to my hand!” screamed Mummy, clutching Daddy’s arm, we were practically carried by the crowd to the exit.
Suddenly Daddy shouted, “Where is Tina?” Just then, we saw my sister come out of the rest room, a look of surprise on her face. "Tina, Tina," I shouted waving at her frantically and at last she spotted us and came running over!
There was no time to explain we just kept hold of Mummy as Daddy led us to safety.
At last, we reached home safe and sound.
The following day we read all about it in the news-paper, Luckily the juggler had escaped with minor injuries and no one else seemed to have been hurt or killed, thank goodness.
My only regret was we never saw the end of the show. But Tina didn’t mind that, "she was more angry that she was out of the room and missed all the excitement!” she grumbled.
Such an adventure, who could have known that a simple visit to the circus , would have such an extraordinary ending?!
Dear Sharada
What a wonderful story, was it a true adventure or did you make it up. I hope you wont be upset but as you are/were only 12 when you wrote it, I have took the liberty of altering it a little bit. This doesn't mean I didn't think your story was good, not at all, the ideas are fantastic and with a little tweak here, and a little tweak there, adding a few more words that created the scene on the stage into your mind, is something you learn with time.
I am 65, and even now when writing my big books, I still have to get someone to see if they can be made better.
Never be afraid to ask your teacher for help when you are writing and always read back over what you have written, mainly, to make sure you don't repeat the same words over and over again.
I hope you will not mind my help and I hope to see some more of your work.. I receive the Dimdima every month and do enjoy reading the childrens pages.
Bye, bye Seligor
I couldn't go without putting this one poem on by Grace.
And with Halloween soon coming up
I thought it was very, very good, and I will enclose it in
my special Halloween night, page both on
Diddilydeedot's Dreamland and Seligor's Castle.
And with Halloween soon coming up
I thought it was very, very good, and I will enclose it in
my special Halloween night, page both on
Diddilydeedot's Dreamland and Seligor's Castle.
Midnight Horror
A strange cold shiver
Down my spine
The long white thing
Supposing a ghost
Lurking in the shadows
Waiting to pounce
On a girl like me!
It’s Friday
Midnight on Friday the 13th
The day of ghosts,
Of ghouls and owls
Cackling witches on their broom
Laughing, screaming
Fills the air
Giving it a spooky stage.
Robbers and thieves on the prowl
Making plans to hurt people
Dacoits too join their gnag
Poachers too included there
Trouble’s brewing all around
In houses, yours or mine.
Suddenly! POOF! The shiver’s gone
A clock goes off and I wake up.
This was one of weirdest dreams
One I’m sure I’ll never forget!
Grace Verghese
VIII C
Bhavans, Chevayur , Calicut
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
| Music and song, is here specially for all the Russian Children who tune in to Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's web site at diddilydeedot.zoomshare.com |
| A FEW MINI RUSSIAN TALES IN SONG AND MUSIC  The Frog Princess As retold by Artyom K. Once upon a time a Russian King called his three sons and said, " Dear sons I want you to get married, go out in the forest and each of you must shoot an arrow. The princess that will pick it up first, you should marry." The sons did what the father told them to. The arrow of the oldest son fell in the nobleman's courtyard, and his daughter picked it up, the arrow of the middle son fell to the merchant's daughter, and the arrow of the youngest son, Prince Ivan, was picked up by the frog. So he had to marry a frog. One day the King told his sons that he wants their wives to sew a shirt by tomorrow morning. Then Ivan came home very sad. "Why are you sad my prince?", the frog asked. "My father wants you to sew him a shirt by tomorrow morning", he said. "Don't worry prince Ivan, go to bed, for night is the mother of counsel."  So he went to bed, and the frog threw off her frog skin, clapped her hands and said, "Maids and nurses, by tomorrow sew me the nicest shirt." On the next day Ivan woke up, and was very happy to see a very nice shirt. So he took it to the King. The King didn't like any of the shirts except the one Ivan's wife sewed. Then King called his sons again and said that he wants their wives to bake bread by tomorrow morning. So Ivan came home sad again. His wife asked "Why are you sad?" " My father wants you to bake some bread by tomorrow morning" he said. "Don't worry Ivan go to bed, for night is the mother of council." So the frog threw her skin off and again asked her helpers to bake her the best bread. |
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. : Blogs
NORTH WIND IN OCTOBER
In the golden glade the chestnutsare fallen all ;
From the sered boughs of the oak the acorns fall :
The beech scatters her ruddy fire ;
The lime has stripped to the cold,
And standeth naked above her yellow attire
The larch thinneth her spire
To lay the ways of the wood with cloth of gold.
Out of the golden-green and white
Of the brake the fir trees stand upright
In the forest of flame, and wave aloft
To the blue of heaven .their blue-green tuftings soft
But swiftly in shuddering gloom the splendours fail,
As the harrying North wind beareth
A cloud of skirmishing hail
The grieved woodland to smite :
In a hurricane through the trees he teareth,
Taking the boughs and the leaves rending,
And whistleth to the descending
Blow of his icy flail.
Gold and snow he mixeth in spite,
And whirleth afar : as away on his winnowing flight
He passeth, and all again for awhile is bright.
By Robert Seymour Bridges,
(23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930)
was an English poet, and poet laureate from 1913 to 1930.
NORTH WIND IN OCTOBER
In the golden glade the chestnutsare fallen all ;
From the sered boughs of the oak the acorns fall :
The beech scatters her ruddy fire ;
The lime has stripped to the cold,
And standeth naked above her yellow attire
The larch thinneth her spire
To lay the ways of the wood with cloth of gold.
Out of the golden-green and white
Of the brake the fir trees stand upright
In the forest of flame, and wave aloft
To the blue of heaven .their blue-green tuftings soft
But swiftly in shuddering gloom the splendours fail,
As the harrying North wind beareth
A cloud of skirmishing hail
The grieved woodland to smite :
In a hurricane through the trees he teareth,
Taking the boughs and the leaves rending,
And whistleth to the descending
Blow of his icy flail.
Gold and snow he mixeth in spite,
And whirleth afar : as away on his winnowing flight
He passeth, and all again for awhile is bright.
By Robert Seymour Bridges,
(23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930)
was an English poet, and poet laureate from 1913 to 1930.
Friday, October 16, 2009
A little bit of Polish in the Eurovision page of diddily and the dee dot's
A CRAYFISH COMES
A CRAYFISH COMES
A POOR FELLOW
WHEN IT STINGS YOU
THERE WILL BE A MARK !
IDZIE RAK
IDZIE RAK
NIEBORAK
BĘDZIE ZNAK !
JAK UGRYZIE
A LITTLE BALLOON
OUR LITTLE BALLOON
IS GROWING, GROWING
MORE ROUND. .
THE BALLOON IS GROWING
THAT WAS GOING
MUCH TOO FAR
AND … POP !!!
BALONIK
BALONIKU NASZ MALUTKI
ROŚNIJ, ROŚNIJ
OKRĄGLUTKI
BALON ROŚNIE
ŻE AŻ STRACH,
PRZEBRAŁ MIARĘ
NO I … TRACH !!!
OLD BROWN BEAR
OLD BROWN BEAR
IS SLEEPING SOUNDLY / x2
WE ARE AFRAID OF HIM
WE ARE WALKING TIPTOE /x2
WHEN HE WAKES UP
HE WILL HAVE US TO EAT / x2
ONE O'CLOCK
– BEARS SLEEPING
TWO O’CLOCK
– BEARS SNORING
THREE O’CLOCK
– BEAR IS CATCHING !!!
STARY NIEDŹWIEDŹ
STARY NIEDŹWIEDŹ
MOCNO ŚPI / x2
MY SIĘ GO BOIMY
TOENA PALCACH CHODZIMY
JAK SIĘ ZBUDZI
TO NAS ZJE / x2
PIERWSZA GODZINA
- NIEDŹWIEDŹ ŚPI
DRUGA GODZINA
- NIEDŹWIEDŹ CHRAPIE
TRZECIA GODZINA
- NIEDŹWIEDŹ ŁAPIE !!!A MAGPIE MEASURED HER PORRIDGE (I)
A MAGPIE MEASURED HER PORRIDGE
SHE BURNED HER TAIL.
THIS ONE SHE GAVE SOME ON THE SPOON
THIS ONE SHE GAVE SOME IN THE BOWL
THIS ONE SHE GAVE SOME IN THE CUP
THIS ONE SHE GAVE SOME ON THE PLATE
THIS ONE SHE GAVE NOTHING BUT FRRR … SHE FLEW
SHE FELL HERE - SHE SAT DOWN HERE - AND SHE HID HERE.
SROCZKA KASZKĘ WARZYŁA (I)
SROCZKA KASZKĘ WARZYŁA OGONEK SPARZYŁA.
TEMU DAŁA NA ŁYŻECZKĘ
TEMU DAŁA NA MISECZKĘ
TEMU DAŁA DO KUBECZKA
TEMU DAŁA NA TALERZYK
TEMU NIC NIE DAŁA TYLKO FRRR …… POLECIAŁA.
TU PADŁA - TU SIADŁA - A TU SIĘ SCHOWAŁA.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
As you all know I don't have audio stories, mainly because everybody else seems to have them now, and I do like to think that you can read these stories with family or friends, or even both.
So even though I have downloaded the story, I have placed it here for you to read yourselves.
Original pictures for Storynory by Sophie Green.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
THE GIRAFFE
If you want a good laugh
Just draw a Giraffe.
The height of the beast
Must be five yards at least;
A face like a goat,
A snake's neck and throat,
Four legs tall as trees
With knobbledy knees,
And a tail with a tuft at the end, if you please.
You must dress him in check
From his feet to his neck,
And two little horns
Should be perched, like a faun's,
On the very tip top
Where he comes to a stop.
And your Aunts, when they look
At this page in your book,
Will sniff and say: "How
Is it, dear that by now
You still draw so badly? Just look at this cow!"
But some, with more kindness,
Will say, in their blindness,
"This unshapely mammal
Is meant for a camel."
While another will swear
It's a new kind of bear.
And that's where you laugh
And you say: "On behalf
Of my ungainly friend
Whose picture I've penned
I ought to explain
That it isn't a crane,
A cat or a cobra, a cow or a calf,
My dear Aunt (or Uncle),
It's just a Giraffe."
This wonderful little rhyme was written by
Hugh Chesterman, and it is still as funny today,
As it was when Diddily was a little one.
Dr. Do-Diddily has a great game to play,
maybe Dee and Dot will play with you.
There is a lovely little game to play and it is easy to get ready
you will need;
A piece of paper, (A4)
A pencil and some coloured pencils or crayons
then draw a squiggily line somewhere on your paper.
Not too small because we then pass our piece of paper to your friend(s)
Now each of you have to make an animal out of the squiggle.
Then when complete and coloured in,
blu tac them onto a door and ask mum or dad etc. to chose the best one.
Not just for the strange animal, but for the name you've given it.
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's
THE GIRAFFE
If you want a good laugh
Just draw a Giraffe.
The height of the beast
Must be five yards at least;
A face like a goat,
A snake's neck and throat,
Four legs tall as trees
With knobbledy knees,
And a tail with a tuft at the end, if you please.
You must dress him in check
From his feet to his neck,
And two little horns
Should be perched, like a faun's,
On the very tip top
Where he comes to a stop.
And your Aunts, when they look
At this page in your book,
Will sniff and say: "How
Is it, dear that by now
You still draw so badly? Just look at this cow!"
But some, with more kindness,
Will say, in their blindness,
"This unshapely mammal
Is meant for a camel."
While another will swear
It's a new kind of bear.
And that's where you laugh
And you say: "On behalf
Of my ungainly friend
Whose picture I've penned
I ought to explain
That it isn't a crane,
A cat or a cobra, a cow or a calf,
My dear Aunt (or Uncle),
It's just a Giraffe."
This wonderful little rhyme was written by
Hugh Chesterman, and it is still as funny today,
As it was when Diddily was a little one.
Dr. Do-Diddily has a great game to play,
maybe Dee and Dot will play with you.
There is a lovely little game to play and it is easy to get ready
you will need;
A piece of paper, (A4)
A pencil and some coloured pencils or crayons
then draw a squiggily line somewhere on your paper.
Not too small because we then pass our piece of paper to your friend(s)
Now each of you have to make an animal out of the squiggle.
Then when complete and coloured in,
blu tac them onto a door and ask mum or dad etc. to chose the best one.
Not just for the strange animal, but for the name you've given it.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr Do-Diddily
and the Dee-Dot's
Trivia Quiz
True or False
1. During World War Two the Cadbury Factory, made Gas Masks instead of chocolate.
2. A man in the 1720s lived for 30 years on a diet of only soup, biscits and chocolate. He lived to be 100.
3. Quality Street chocolates, launched in 1936, were named after a play by J. M. Barrie,
the author of Peter Pan.
4. Writer Roald Dahl used to test the chocolates in the nearby Cadbury factory when he
was a schoolboy at Repton.
5. The world's longest banana split was 1.6 miles long.
6. Forrest Mars studied the mixing of cement to learn how to mix ingredients for chocolate .
7. Marilyn Monroe used to keep her hair healthy by using chocolate shampoo daily.
8. Too much sugar destroys the flavour of chocolate.
9. In New York you can get a bust of yourself made of chocolate, but don't forget to take Lots of Pennies.
10. Before the days of drug testing, Olympic athletes were sometimes fed a Mars bar before
a race to give them an extra kick.
The answers can be found at the bottom of THE EARTH GODDESS, An Aztec Legend, below.
Dr Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's
Trivia Quiz
True or False
1. During World War Two the Cadbury Factory, made Gas Masks instead of chocolate.
2. A man in the 1720s lived for 30 years on a diet of only soup, biscits and chocolate. He lived to be 100.
3. Quality Street chocolates, launched in 1936, were named after a play by J. M. Barrie,
the author of Peter Pan.
4. Writer Roald Dahl used to test the chocolates in the nearby Cadbury factory when he
was a schoolboy at Repton.
5. The world's longest banana split was 1.6 miles long.
6. Forrest Mars studied the mixing of cement to learn how to mix ingredients for chocolate .
7. Marilyn Monroe used to keep her hair healthy by using chocolate shampoo daily.
8. Too much sugar destroys the flavour of chocolate.
9. In New York you can get a bust of yourself made of chocolate, but don't forget to take Lots of Pennies.
10. Before the days of drug testing, Olympic athletes were sometimes fed a Mars bar before
a race to give them an extra kick.
The answers can be found at the bottom of THE EARTH GODDESS, An Aztec Legend, below.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's
Have come specially to the southern hemesphere to ask all the children to read this and remember not to do what Frances did .... Read on.
FRANCES THE FIREFLY
Frances the Firefly
wanted to grow up quickly, but there were one or two things she had to learn first...
Deep
in the middle of a forest far away was the Kingdom of the Insects. They
were a friendly bunch who worked together to build a land where
everyone had a purpose.
The spiders spun silky, silvery webs to decorate the land and fill it with splendour.
The
ants, who were immensely strong, built houses. And the bees ran the
honey factories making sure that everyone had enough delicious honey to
eat.
The fireflies had a very special
job. Because they could make their tails glow, they lit up the forest
at night time, so that the other insects could see in the dark.
Every
evening, after the sun had sunk below the trees, they flew up into the
sky with their tail torches glowing, and shone like rays of
sunlight.
Nobody needed street lamps in the Kingdom of the Insects!
There was one little firefly called Frances, who wanted to join the others in the sky at night.
She
watched them take off and begged to go with them. But they told her she
was too young. "You can't make your tail glow brightly enough yet,"
they said kindly.
"I shall practice until I can make it glow
properly," she thought. She flapped herwings furiously, trying with all
her might, buther tail hardly glowed at all.
This made her feel very
sad. The other fireflies
said, "Don't worry, Frances. One day you will
be old enough to join in with thegrown-ups." Frances felt that day was
so
far off, it would never come.
A few nights later, Frances was
sitting on a twig in the forest, feeling sorry for herself.
Suddenly,
something tapped her sharply on the shoulder.
It was Cocky
Roach. Cocky was a naughty young insect who was always getting into
trouble. He knew Frances was upset, and he thought he would play a
trick on her.
I've got something exciting to
show you, Frances," said Cocky. "Come with me." He led her to his
hiding place, and pushed a leaf to one side and pointed. It was a box
of matches!
"Oh Cocky, where did you get these?" asked Frances. "Matches are dangerous, Mummy said so."
"I
found them on the kitchen table at home," Cocky chuckled. "And nobody
has noticed that they're missing yet." Cocky leaned over and whispered
in Frances's ear.
"If you strike one, you can have a tail torch of your
own, and be like the grown-up fireflies."
Frances wanted to be grown up, so with Cocky's help she lit the match. At once a bright glow shone all around her.
"Fly up, fly up with it!" yelled Cocky with delight.
Frances
flew up and up. "Just wait till everyone sees what I can do," she
thought. But she was too pleased with her lovely bright light to notice
that the flame was growing larger and larger.
It came creeping
up the match until it reached her wings and burned them. The flame hurt
Frances so much that she dropped the match, which fell down to the
forest below.
The match landed on some dry
leaves and twigs on the forest floor, and of course they started to
burn. The flames spread quickly, and it was only a matter
of minutes
before the whole forest was alight.
All the houses were destroyed, and the honey factories burnt to cinders the good work that the
insects
had done was ruined.
Next morning, when the fire had
finally been put out, the insects held an emergency meeting. Many of
them had been badly burned, including Frances, whose blackened wings
were still very painful. King Chrysalis, a grand butterfly who ruled
the Kingdom of
the Insects, rose to speak:
"We must rebuild our land at
once, and make it beautiful again."
He looked down at Frances, who was
feeling very ashamed of herself.
"I hope you now understand how dangerous fire can be," he said to her in a stern voice.
Frances had indeed learned her
lesson. She helped the rest of her friends rebuild the houses and
factories, but she was also given a special job to do. Every now and
then she gathered together all the younger insects and told them her
story. They would sit and listen to her tale, and understand why they
should never play with matches.
Dr. Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's
Have come specially to the southern hemesphere to ask all the children to read this and remember not to do what Frances did .... Read on.
FRANCES THE FIREFLY
reproduced for the guidence for the children of the world
Frances the Firefly
wanted to grow up quickly, but there were one or two things she had to learn first...
in the middle of a forest far away was the Kingdom of the Insects. They
were a friendly bunch who worked together to build a land where
everyone had a purpose.
The spiders spun silky, silvery webs to decorate the land and fill it with splendour.
The
ants, who were immensely strong, built houses. And the bees ran the
honey factories making sure that everyone had enough delicious honey to
eat.
job. Because they could make their tails glow, they lit up the forest
at night time, so that the other insects could see in the dark.
Every
evening, after the sun had sunk below the trees, they flew up into the
sky with their tail torches glowing, and shone like rays of
sunlight. Nobody needed street lamps in the Kingdom of the Insects!
There was one little firefly called Frances, who wanted to join the others in the sky at night.
She
watched them take off and begged to go with them. But they told her she
was too young. "You can't make your tail glow brightly enough yet,"
they said kindly.
"I shall practice until I can make it glow
properly," she thought. She flapped herwings furiously, trying with all
her might, buther tail hardly glowed at all.
This made her feel very
sad. The other fireflies
said, "Don't worry, Frances. One day you will
be old enough to join in with thegrown-ups." Frances felt that day was
so
far off, it would never come.A few nights later, Frances was
sitting on a twig in the forest, feeling sorry for herself.
Suddenly,
something tapped her sharply on the shoulder.
It was Cocky
Roach. Cocky was a naughty young insect who was always getting into
trouble. He knew Frances was upset, and he thought he would play a
trick on her.
I've got something exciting to
show you, Frances," said Cocky. "Come with me." He led her to his
hiding place, and pushed a leaf to one side and pointed. It was a box
of matches!
"Oh Cocky, where did you get these?" asked Frances. "Matches are dangerous, Mummy said so."
"I
found them on the kitchen table at home," Cocky chuckled. "And nobody
has noticed that they're missing yet." Cocky leaned over and whispered
in Frances's ear.
"If you strike one, you can have a tail torch of your
own, and be like the grown-up fireflies."
Frances wanted to be grown up, so with Cocky's help she lit the match. At once a bright glow shone all around her.
"Fly up, fly up with it!" yelled Cocky with delight.
Frances
flew up and up. "Just wait till everyone sees what I can do," she
thought. But she was too pleased with her lovely bright light to notice
that the flame was growing larger and larger.
It came creeping
up the match until it reached her wings and burned them. The flame hurt
Frances so much that she dropped the match, which fell down to the
forest below.
The match landed on some dry
leaves and twigs on the forest floor, and of course they started to
burn. The flames spread quickly, and it was only a matter
of minutes
before the whole forest was alight.
All the houses were destroyed, and the honey factories burnt to cinders the good work that the
insects
had done was ruined.
Next morning, when the fire had
finally been put out, the insects held an emergency meeting. Many of
them had been badly burned, including Frances, whose blackened wings
were still very painful. King Chrysalis, a grand butterfly who ruled
the Kingdom of
the Insects, rose to speak:"We must rebuild our land at
once, and make it beautiful again."
He looked down at Frances, who was
feeling very ashamed of herself.
"I hope you now understand how dangerous fire can be," he said to her in a stern voice.Frances had indeed learned her
lesson. She helped the rest of her friends rebuild the houses and
factories, but she was also given a special job to do. Every now and
then she gathered together all the younger insects and told them her
story. They would sit and listen to her tale, and understand why they
should never play with matches.
And what about Cocky Roach? He
was sent away from the Insect Kingdom in disgrace. Even today, you can
see him scuttling amongst the litter in towns and villages, looking for
something to eat.
was sent away from the Insect Kingdom in disgrace. Even today, you can
see him scuttling amongst the litter in towns and villages, looking for
something to eat.
I
don't think this little story can be counted as a fable but it is
definitely a lesson that tells us how very, very dangerous it is to
play with fire and remember matches are one of the worse causes of fire
accidents.
Don't you forget then my little ones........
don't think this little story can be counted as a fable but it is
definitely a lesson that tells us how very, very dangerous it is to
play with fire and remember matches are one of the worse causes of fire
accidents.
Don't you forget then my little ones........
........ NEVER, NEVER PLAY WITH MATCHES, COS MATCHES MEAN FIRE AND FIRE MEANS PAIN AND SOMETIMES DEATH.
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