Story

Little Red Riding Hood
by Leanne Guenther
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest. Whenever she
went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red
Riding Hood.
One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother
as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.
"That's a good idea," her mother said. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood
to take to her grandmother.
When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.
"Remember, go straight to Grandma's house," her mother cautioned. "Don't dawdle along the
way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous."
"Don't worry, mommy," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."
But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her
promise to her mother. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened
to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more.
Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a
dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her...
Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.
"What are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could
muster.
"I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook," Little Red
Riding Hood replied.
Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her
Grandma's house.
The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...
The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the
door.
"Oh thank goodness dear! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that something had happened
to you in the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her granddaughter.
The wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf
gobbled her up!
The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a
nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of
Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears.
A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into bed and
pulled the covers over his nose. "Who is it?" he called in a cackly voice.
"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf.
When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her
Grandmother.
"Grandmother! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" she asked.
"Oh, I just have touch of a cold," squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the
point.
"But Grandmother! What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to
the bed.
"The better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf.

"But Grandmother! What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering
slightly.
"The better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to
chase the little girl.
Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her
Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.
She ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help! Wolf!" as loudly as she could.
A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast
as he could.
He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by
the whole experience, but still in one piece."Oh Grandma, I was so scared!" sobbed Little Red
Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again."
"There, there, child. You've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud
enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!"
The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn't
bother people any longer.
Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.
Beauty and the Beast
Once upon a time there lived a wealthy merchant and his three daughters.
One day, the father was to go to a far-off place and he asked his daughters what they wanted on his
return. The first and the second daughter asked for lovely dresses. But the third daughter, whose name
was Beauty, said, “Father, I only need a rose plucked by your hand.” The merchant, on his way back, had
to cross through the deep forest. It was dark and the merchant tried to find a place to sleep. He
suddenly found a huge castle and went inside to find nobody. There was a huge table with delicious
food and he ate it all. Then the merchant went into the bedroom and slept on a soft and fluffy bed. The
next day, too, the merchant did not find anyone in the castle. He saw a beautiful rose bush growing in
the lawn and remembered Beauty’s gift. He plucked a red rose from the bush.
Suddenly, a ferocious looking beast sprang out of the bush. He was wearing fine silk clothes and roared,
“I gave you food and a bed to sleep in! And now, you are stealing my roses!” The merchant was
frightened and told the Beast about Beauty’s gift. The Beast decided to let him go only if he promised to
send Beauty to this castle. The merchant agreed and ran back home. He cried and told his daughters
about the Beast. But Beauty loved her father a lot and agreed to go stay with the Beast.
The Beast treated Beauty with a lot of kindness. He was never rude to her. He let her stay in the biggest
room and let her roam in the beautiful garden. Beauty would sit near the fireplace and sew while the
Beast kept her company. At first, Beauty was afraid of the Beast but slowly, she began to like him.
One day, the Beast asked Beauty to marry him, but she refused. She was still afraid of his fearful-looking
face. The Beast still treated her kindly and with a lot of love. Beauty missed her father a lot. The Beast
gave her a magic mirror and said, “Look at the mirror and you can see your family. Now you won’t feel
lonely anymore.
One day, Beauty looked in the mirror and saw that father was very ill and dying. She went to the Beast
and pleaded and cried, “Please let me go home! I only want to see my father before he dies!” But the
Beast roared, “No! You promised you would never leave this castle!” Saying this, he stormed out of the
room. But after some time, he came to Beauty and said, “You may go to stay with your father for seven
days. But you must promise to return after that.” Beauty was very happy and agreed. Then she left and
went to stay with her father. Her father, on seeing Beauty, felt very happy and soon recovered. Beauty
stayed with her family for seven days and more. She forgot the Beast and his castle. But one night, she
had a terrible nightmare in which she saw the Beast was very ill and about to die. He was crying,
“Beauty, please come back!”
Beauty woke up and went back to the castle because she did not mean to hurt the Beast. She cried and
said, “Please don’t die, Beast! I will live with you forever!” The Beast miraculously changed into a
handsome prince. He said, “I was under a curse all these years and could only be relieved when
someone fell in love with me. I am now cured of the curse because you truly love me.” And then, Beauty
and the Beast were married and together they lived happily ever after.
Hansel and Gretel
Once upon a time a poor woodcutter and his second wife lived with the woodcutter's children,
Hansel and Gretel. The woodcutter was very poor, and there was so little food in the house that
one night his wife decided they must abandon the children in the woods or die of starvation.
The two children overheard their stepmother's plan. Gretel wept, but Hansel said, "Don't cry,
Gretel." As soon as his parents were asleep, he slipped outside, and beneath the light of the full
moon, he collected bright white pebbles.
The next morning the stepmother woke the children. "Get up, you lazy things. You're going with
your father to chop wood." The woodcutter was sad, but he had agreed with his wife's plan.
And so they set off into the woods.
When they had gone a little way, Hansel stopped and looked back at the house.
"What are you looking at?" his father asked.
"I am looking at my cat sitting on the roof," Hansel said, but in truth he was stopping to drop
pebbles from his pocket upon the path.
When they had gone some way, the father built a big fire, and when the fire was blazing, he
said, "Now children, you rest here while I go into the forest to chop wood. When I'm finished I
will come back to fetch you."
After waiting many hours, the children fell fast asleep. When they awoke it was dark, and Gretel
began to cry. "We'll never find our way home," she wailed. Hansel comforted her. "Wait until
the moon rises."
When the moon rose, Hansel took his sister's hand and the children followed the path of
pebbles that shone like silver in the moonlight. They came to their father's house, and when
their stepmother saw them, she pretended to be glad to see them, and cried, "Oh children, we
thought you would never come home!" Their father was very happy, for he had grieved at
leaving the children alone.
But soon afterward the children again heard their stepmother plotting to leave them in the
woods. Hansel went to the door to go outside to collect pebbles, but this time the door was
bolted shut. In the morning the children walked into the woods with their father, and because
he had no pebbles, Hansel left a trail of bread crumbs in his path.
The woodcutter built a fire and told the children to sleep. They awoke in the middle of the
night, and again Hansel comforted Gretel, telling her to wait until the moon rose.
The moon rose, and the children searched for the bread crumbs, but the birds had eaten every
one. "Don't worry, Gretel," Hansel said, "we'll find our way." They began to walk.
The next morning they were deep in the woods when they saw a white bird on a bough singing
so sweetly they had to stop to listen. When the bird flew off, the children followed it until they
came to a cottage. They gasped, for the cottage was made of gingerbread and candies.
"A feast!" Hansel cried, and reached up to break off a stick of candy, while Gretel licked at the
sugary window panes.
Suddenly a voice called from inside, "Tip tap, who raps at my door?"
"The wind," the children answered, but the old woman who lived inside was no fool. She
hobbled outside, and when Hansel and Gretel saw her, they were so afraid they let their
candies fall.
"Children," the woman said sweetly, "come inside and I'll make you a meal." This she did, and
afterward she took them to a pretty little room with beds covered in white satin spreads.
Hansel and Gretel were so exhausted, they fell at once into a peaceful sleep.
The old woman acted kindly, but she was really a witch who captured and ate lost children. She
had a witch's poor eyesight and strong sense of smell. "Ha ha," she cackled to herself. "They'll
make a fine feast, they will."
The next morning she took Hansel and locked him in a cage. Next she shook Gretel awake and
forced her to fix her brother a huge meal. "I'm going to fatten him up," the witch said, "and
when he's good and fat, I'll cook him."
Gretel cried, but the witch forced her to do as she said. Every morning the witch called into the
cage, "Show me your finger, Hansel, so I can see how fat you are growing."
Hansel was wise, and so he stretched out a bone instead of his finger. The witch, who could
barely see, thought the bone was his finger, and she wondered why he never grew fat. When
four weeks had passed and Hansel's finger was still as thin as a bone, the witch lost all her
patience.
"Gretel," she screeched, "boil the kettle. Fat or thin, I will cook Hansel this morning."
Gretel cried, but she filled the kettle and made a fire and heated the oven.
"Now," the witch said, "creep into the oven, dearie, and see if it is hot enough to bake our
bread. We'll have bread with our Hansel." Of course she intended to shut the door as soon as
Gretel climbed inside, but Gretel was wise, too. "How should I get in?" she asked.
"Fool," the witch said, "through this opening," and she stuck her head inside to show Gretel
how large it was. Gretel immediately pushed the witch into the oven and bolted the door
behind her.
Gretel freed Hansel, and together they gathered every jewel and precious stone and pearl they
could find in the house. They filled their pockets and apron with these and walked into the
forest again.
When they came to a large lake, Hansel said, "I see no bridge or boat, Gretel. There's no way to
cross."
But Gretel called out to a passing duck, "Little Duck, Gretel and Hansel here we stand, won't
you take us back to land?"
The duck carried the children, one at a time, across the lake, and the children walked on until at
last they came to their father's house. When their father saw them, he wept with joy, for he
had not had one moment of happiness since they left. Their stepmother had died of hunger and
unhappiness.
Now Gretel shook her apron and Hansel emptied his pockets, and all the pearls and precious
stones and jewels fell out. The family's sorrows had come to an end, and they lived together
happily ever after.
“Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs”
Once upon a time, in a great castle, a Prince’s daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite
of a jealous stepmother. She was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin was
delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White. Everyone was quite sure she was become
very beautiful. Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she was very beautiful too, and
the magic mirror told her this everyday, whenever she asked it.
“Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land?”.
“You are, your Majesty”.
Until the dreadful day, when she heard it say,
“The loveliest in the land is Snow White”.
“What? Snow White?”.
The stepmother was furious and wild with jealousy. She called one of her trusty servants and
said.
“Oh... oh my servants. Come on! Hurry up! This night, you take Snow White into the forest, far
away from the castle. I want you to bring back her heart!”.
He respons “Sure, my excellency”.
However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man’s courage failed him and leaving Snow
White sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow white was all alone in the
forest. At last, overcome by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree.
Dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Snow White awoke too. She tried to find out
where she was, she came upon a path. She walked it along, hopefully. On she walked till she
came to a clearing.
“What is the place? It’s very strange, the door, windows and a chimney pot are tiny. What tiny
plates! And spoons! There must be seven on them, the table’s laid for seven people. Ah...! I’ll
make them something to eat. When they come home, they”ll be glad to find a meal ready.”
Towards dusk, seven tiny men marched homewards singing.
“La...la...la... it’s time to rest. Who are make this? It is a bowl of soup.’’
Upstairs was Snow White, fast asllep on one of the beds. The chief dwarfs prodded her gently.
“Who are you? Why you are in here? Oh... I know, you are enchanter!”.
She respons, “Oh... I am not enchanter, my name is Snow White. I’m abduct from my castle. I
don’t know why I’m abduct and throw in this forest and this morning I see your home. I make
food to you and cleaning all.”
Then one of them said, “You can live here and tend to the house while we’re down the mine.
Don’t worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and we’ll take care
of you! But, if you see strangers you will not to open the door. So many bad people in here.”
Meanwhile, the servants had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer, and gave it to
the cruel stepmother.
She turned again to the magic mirror.
“Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the loveliest lady in the land?”.
“The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives in the seven dwarfs cottage, down in the
forest.”
“What? Snow White? She must die! She must die!” she screamed.
Disguising her self as an old peasent woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her
basket. Then taking quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp.
Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at the door.
“Who’s there?”.
“I’m an old peasent woman selling aplles”.
“I don’t need any apples, thanks.”.
“But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!”.
“I’m not supposed to open the door to anyone.”.
“You are a good girl indeed. Good girl! And as a reward for being good, I’m going to make you a
gift of one of my apples!”.
Without a further thought, Snow White opened the door, just a tiny crack, to take the apple.
“There! Now, isn’t that a nice apple?”
Snow White bit into the fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint. “It’s delicious. But,
wait! Wait!”
“Ha...ha...ha... Good bye, Snow White! Hahaha”. But as she ran back across the swamp, she
tripped and fell into the quicksand. “Help me! Help me! Auughh...”
Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky had grown dark and stormy.
Worried about Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the
cottage. There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the poisoned apple by her side.
They wept and wept for along time. “Hiiiks, Snow White... Hikkss”.
Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal
coffin. Then one evening, they discovered a Prince admiring Snow White’s lovely face trough
the glass. After listening the story, the Prince made a suggestion.
“If you allow me to take her to the Castle, I’ll call in famous doctors to waken her from this
peculiar sleep. She’s so lovely, I’d love to kiss her.”
He did, and as though by magic, the Prince’s kiss broke the spell. Snow white opened her eyes,
she had amazingly come back to life! Now in love, the Prince ask Snow White to marry him.
“Will you marry me?”.
“Yes,” she responed.
From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle.
Ok guys, thanks for your attention. See you next time, and bye.
Jack and the Beanstalk
Old English Fairy Tale - version written and illustrated by Leanne Guenther
Once upon a time, there

lived a widow woman and her son, Jack, on their small farm in the country.
Every day, Jack would help his mother with the chores - chopping the wood, weeding the garden and
milking the cow. But despite all their hard work, Jack and his mother were very poor with barely enough
money to keep themselves fed.
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the widow, one spring day. "We don't have enough money
to buy seed for the farm this year! We must sell our cow, Old Bess, and with the money buy enough
seed to plant a good crop."
"All right, mother," said Jack, "it's market-day today. I'll go into town and sell Bessy."
So Jack took the cow's halter in his hand, walked through the garden gate and headed off toward
town. He hadn't gone far when he met a funny-looking, old man who said to him, "Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning to you," said Jack, wondering how the little, old man knew his name.
"Where are you off to this fine morning?" asked the man.
"I'm going to market to sell our cow, Bessy."
"Well what a helpful son you are!" exclaimed the man, "I have a special deal for such a good boy like
you."
The little, old man looked around to make sure no one was watching and then opened his hand to show
Jack what he held.
"Beans?" asked Jack, looking a little confused.
"Three magical bean seeds to be exact, young man. One, two, three! So magical are they, that if you
plant them over-night, by morning they grow right up to the sky," promised the funny little man. "And
because you're such a good boy, they're all yours in trade for that old milking cow."
"Really?" said Jack, "and you're quite sure they're magical?"
"I am indeed! And if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have your cow back."
"Well that sounds fair," said Jack, as he handed over Bessy's halter, pocketed the beans and headed
back home to show his mother.
"Back already, Jack?" asked his mother; "I see you haven't got Old Bess -- you've sold her so
quickly. How much did you get for her?"
Jack smiled and reached into his pocket, "Just look at these beans, mother; they're magical, plant them
over-night and----"
"What!" cried Jack's mother. "Oh, silly boy! How could you give away our milking cow for three measly
beans." And with that she did the worst thing Jack had ever seen her do - she burst into tears.
Jack ran upstairs to his little room in the attic, so sorry he was, and threw the beans angrily out the
window thinking, "How could I have been so foolish - I've broken my mother's heart." After much
tossing and turning, at last Jack dropped off to sleep.
When Jack woke up the next morning, his room looked strange. The sun was shining into part of it like it
normally did, and yet all the rest was quite dark and shady. So Jack jumped up and dressed himself and
went to the window. And what do you think he saw? Why, the beans he had thrown out of the window
into the garden had sprung up into a big beanstalk which went up and up and up until it reached the sky.
Using the leaves and twisty vines like the rungs of a ladder, Jack climbed and climbed until at last, he
reached the sky. And when he got there he found a long, broad road winding its way through the clouds
to a tall, square castle off in the distance.
Jack ran up the road toward the castle and just as he reached it, the door swung open to reveal a
horrible lady giant, with one great eye in the middle of her forehead.
As soon as Jack saw her he turned to run away, but she caught him, and dragged him into the castle.
"Don't be in such a hurry, I'm sure a growing boy like you would like a nice, big breakfast," said the
great, big, tall woman, "It's been so long since I got to make breakfast for a boy."
Well, the lady giant wasn't such a bad sort, after all -- even if she was a bit odd. She took Jack into the
kitchen, and gave him a chunk of cheese and a glass of milk. But Jack had only taken a few bites when
thump! thump! thump! the whole house began to tremble with the noise of someone coming.
"Goodness gracious me! It's my husband," said the giant woman, wringing her hands, "what on earth
shall I do? There's nothing he likes better than boys broiled on toast and I haven't any bread left. Oh
dear, I never should have let you stay for breakfast. Here, come quick and jump in here." And she
hurried Jack into a large copper pot sitting beside the stove just as her husband, the giant, came in.
He ducked inside the kitchen and said, "I'm ready for my breakfast -- I'm so hungry I could eat three
cows. Ah, what's this I smell?
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll have his bones to grind my bread.
"Nonsense, dear," said his wife, "we haven't had a boy for breakfast in years. Now you go and wash up
and by the time you come back your breakfast'll be ready for you."
So the giant went off to tidy up -- Jack was about to make a run for it when the woman stopped
him. "Wait until he's asleep," she said, "he always has a little snooze after breakfast."
Jack peeked out of the copper pot just as the giant returned to the kitchen carrying a basket filled with
golden eggs and a sickly-looking, white hen. The giant poked the hen and growled, "Lay" and the hen
laid an egg made of gold which the giant added to the basket.
After his breakfast, the giant went to the closet and pulled out a golden harp with the face of a sad,
young girl. The giant poked the harp and growled, "Play" and the harp began to play a gentle tune while
her lovely face sang a lullaby. Then the giant began to nod his head and to snore until the house shook.
When he was quite sure the giant was asleep, Jack crept out of the copper pot and began to tiptoe out
of the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of the harp-girl weeping. Jack bit his
lip, sighed and returned to the kitchen. He grabbed the sickly hen and the singing harp, and began to
tiptoe back out. But this time the hen gave a cackle which woke the giant, and just as Jack got out of the
house he heard him calling, "Wife, wife, what have you done with my white hen and my golden harp?"
Jack ran as fast as he could and the giant, realizing he had been tricked, came rushing after - away from
the castle and down the broad, winding road. When he got to the beanstalk the giant was only twenty
yards away when suddenly he saw Jack disappear - confused, the giant peered through the clouds and
saw Jack underneath climbing down for dear life. The giant stomped his foot and roared angrily.
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I'll have his bones to grind my bread.
The giant swung himself down onto the beanstalk which shook with his weight. Jack slipped, slid and
climbed down the beanstalk as quickly as he could, and after him climbed the giant.
As he neared the bottom, Jack called out, "Mother! Please! Hurry, bring me an axe, bring me an
axe." And his mother came rushing out with Jack's wood chopping axe in her hand, but when she came
to the enormous beanstalk she stood stock still with fright.
Jack jumped down, got hold of the axe and began to chop away at the beanstalk. Luckily, because of all
the chores he'd done over the years, he'd become quite good at chopping and it didn't take long for him
to chop through enough of the beanstalk that it began to teeter. The giant felt the beanstalk shake and
quiver so he stopped to see what was the matter. Then Jack gave one last big chop with the axe, and
the beanstalk began to topple over. Then the giant fell down and broke his crown, and the beanstalk
came toppling after.
The singing harp thanked Jack for rescuing her from the giant - she had hated being locked up in the
closet all day and night and wanted nothing more than to sit in the farmhouse window and sing to the
birds and the butterflies in the sunshine.
With a bit of patience and his mother's help, it didn't take long for Jack to get the sickly hen back in good
health and the grateful hen continued to lay a fresh golden egg every day.
Jack used the money from selling the golden eggs to buy back Old Bess, purchase seed for the spring
crop and to fix up his mother's farm. He even had enough left over to invite every one of his neighbours
over for a nice meal, complete with music from the singing harp.
And so Jack, his mother, Old Bess, the golden harp and the white hen lived happy ever after.
Sleeping Beauty
Grimm's Fairy Tale version - translated by Margaret Hunt - language modernized a bit
by Leanne Guenther
Long ago there lived a King

and Queen who said every day, "If only we had a child!" But for a long time they had none.
One day, as the Queen was bathing in a spring and dreaming of a child, a frog crept out of the
water and said to her, "Your wish shall be fulfilled. Before a year has passed you shall bring a
daughter into the world."
And since frogs are such magical creatures, it was no surprise that before a year had passed the
Queen had a baby girl. The child was so beautiful and sweet that the King could not contain
himself for joy. He prepared a great feast and invited all his friends, family and neighbours. He
invited the fairies, too, in order that they might be kind and good to the child. There were
thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as the King only had twelve golden plates for them to eat
from, one of the fairies had to be left out. None of the guests was saddened by this as the
thirteenth fairy was known to be cruel and spiteful.
An amazing feast was held and when it came to an end, each of the fairies presented the child
with a magic gift. One fairy gave her virtue, another beauty, a third riches and so on -- with
everything in the world that anyone could wish for.
After eleven of the fairies had presented their gifts, the thirteenth suddenly appeared. She was
angry and wanted to show her spite for not having been invited to the feast. Without
hesitation she called out in a loud voice,
"When she is fifteen years old, the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down
dead!"
Then without another word, she turned and left the hall.
The guests were horrified and the Queen fell to the floor sobbing, but the twelfth fairy, whose
wish was still not spoken, quietly stepped forward. Her magic could not remove the curse, but
she could soften it so she said,
"Nay, your daughter shall not die, but instead shall fall into a deep sleep that will last one
hundred years."
Over the years, the promises of the fairies came true -- one by one. The Princess grew to be
beautiful, modest, kind and clever. Everyone who saw her could not help but love her.
The King and Queen were determined to prevent the curse placed on the Princess by the
spiteful fairy and sent out a command that all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be
destroyed. No one in the kingdom was allowed to tell the Princess of the curse that had been
placed upon her for they did not want her to worry or be sad.
On the morning of her fifteenth birthday, the Princess awoke early -- excited to be another year
older. She was up so early in the morning, that she realized everyone else still slept. The
Princess roamed through the halls trying to keep herself occupied until the rest of the castle
awoke. She wandered about the whole place, looking at rooms and halls as she pleased and at
last she came to an old tower. She climbed the narrow, winding staircase and reached a little
door. A rusty key was sticking in the lock and when she turned it, the door flew open.
In a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax. The old woman was
so deaf that she had never heard the King's command that all spindles should be destroyed.
"Good morning, Granny," said the Princess, "what are you doing?"
"I am spinning," said the old woman.
"What is the thing that whirls round so merrily?" asked the Princess and she took the spindle
and tried to spin too. But she had scarcely touched the spindle when it pricked her finger. At
that moment she fell upon the bed which was standing near and lay still in a deep sleep.
The King, Queen and servants had all started their morning routines and right in the midst of
them fell asleep too. The horses fell asleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the doves on the
roof and the flies on the wall. Even the fire in the hearth grew still and went to sleep. The
kitchen maid, who sat with a chicken before her, ready to pluck its feathers, fell asleep. The
cook was in the midst of scolding the kitchen boy for a mess he'd made but they both fell fast
asleep. The wind died down and on the trees in front of the castle not a leaf stirred.
Round the castle a hedge of brier roses began to grow up. Every year it grew higher until at last
nothing could be seen of the sleeping castle. There was a legend in the land about the lovely
Sleeping Beauty, as the King's daughter was called, and from time to time Princes came and
tried to force their way through the hedge and into the castle. But they found it impossible for
the thorns, as though they were alive, grabbed at them and would not let them through.
After many years a Prince came again to the country and heard an old man tell the tale of the
castle which stood behind the brier hedge and the beautiful Princess who had slept within for a
hundred years. He heard also that many Princes had tried to make it through the brier hedge
but none had succeeded and many had been caught in it and died.
The the young Prince said, "I am not afraid. I must go and see this Sleeping Beauty."
The good old man did all in his power to persuade him not to go, but the Prince would not
listen.
Now the hundred years were just ended. When the Prince approached the brier hedge it was
covered with beautiful large roses. The shrubs made way for him of their own accord and let
him pass unharmed. In the courtyard, the Prince saw the horses and dogs lying asleep. On the
roof sat the sleeping doves with their heads tucked under their wings. When he went into the
house, the flies were asleep on the walls and the servants asleep in the halls. Near the throne
lay the King and Queen, sleeping peacefully beside each other. In the kitchen the cook, the
kitchen boy and the kitchen maid all slept with their heads resting on the table.
The Prince went on farther. All was so still that he could hear his own breathing. At last he
reached the tower and opened the door into the little room where the Princess was
asleep. There she lay, looking so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her. He bent
down and gave her a kiss. As he touched her, Sleeping Beauty opened her eyes and smiled up
at him.
Throughout the castle, everyone and everything woke up and looked at each other with
astonished eyes. Within the month, the Prince and Sleeping Beauty were married and lived
happily all their lives.
Puss in Boots
Once upon a time . . . a miller died leaving the mill to his eldest son, his
donkey to his second son and . . . a cat to his youngest son.
"Now that's some difference!" you might say; but there you are, that's
how the miller was! The eldest son kept the mill, the second son took the
donkey and set off in search of his fortune . . . while the third sat down on
a stone and sighed, "A cat! What am I going to do with that?"
But the cat heard his words and said, "Don't worry, Master. What do you
think? That I'm worth less than a half-ruined mill or a mangy donkey? Give
me a cloak, a hat with a feather in it, a bag and a pair of boots, and you
will see what I can do."
The young man, by no means surprised, for it was quite common for cats
to talk in those days, gave the cat what he asked for, and as he strode away, confident and cheerful. the
cat said. "Don't look so glum, Master. See you soon!"
Swift of foot as he was, the cat caught a fat wild rabbit, popped it into his bag, knocked at the castle
gate, went before the King and, removing his hat, with a sweeping bow, he said: "Sire, the famous
Marquis of Carabas sends you this fine plump rabbit as a gift."
"Oh," said the King, "thanks so much."
"Till tomorrow," replied the cat as he went out. And the next day, back he came with some partridges
tucked away in his bag. "Another gift from the brave Marquis of Carabas," he announced.
The Queen remarked, "This Marquis of Carabas is indeed a very courteous gentleman."
In the days that followed, Puss in Boots regularly visited the castle, carrying rabbits, hares, partridges
and skylarks, presenting them all to the King in the name of the Marquis of Carabas. Folk at the palace
began to talk about this noble gentleman.
"He must be a great hunter," someone remarked.
"He must be very loyal to the King," said someone else.
And yet another, "But who is he? I've never heard of him."
At this someone who wanted to show people how much he knew, replied, "Oh, yes, I've heard his name
before. In fact, I knew his father."
The Queen was very interested in this generous man who sent these gifts. "Is your master young and
handsome?" she asked the cat.
"Oh yes. And very rich, too," answered Puss in Boots. "In fact, he would be very honoured if you and the
King called to see him in his castle."
When the cat returned home and told his master that the King and Queen were going to visit him, he
was horrified. "Whatever shall we do?" he cried. "As soon as they see me they will know how poor I
am."
"Leave everything to me," replied Puss in Boots. "I have a plan."
For several days, the crafty cat kept on taking gifts to the King and Queen, and one day he discovered
that they were taking the Princess on a carriage ride that very afternoon. The cat hurried home in great
excitement.
"Master, come along," he cried. "It is time to carry out my plan. You must go for a swim in the river."
"But I can't swim," replied the young man.
"That's all right," replied Puss in Boots. "Just trust me."
So they went to the river and when the King's carriage appeared the cat pushed his master into the
water.
"Help!" cried the cat. "The Marquis of Carabas is drowning."
The King heard his cries and sent his escorts to the rescue. They arrived just in time to save the poor
man, who really was drowning. The King, the Queen and the Princess fussed around and ordered new
clothes to be brought for the Marquis of Carabas.
"Wouldn't you like to marry such a handsome man?" the Queen asked her daughter.
"Oh, yes," replied the Princess.
However, the cat overheard one of the ministers remark that they must find out how rich he was.
"He is very rich indeed," said Puss in Boots. "He owns the castle and all this land. Come and see for
yourself. I will meet you at the castle."
And with these words, the cat rushed off in the direction of the castle, shouting at the peasants working
in the fields, "If anyone asks you who your master is, answer: the Marquis of Carabas. Otherwise you will
all be sorry."
And so, when the King's carriage swept past, the peasants told the King that their master was the
Marquis of Carabas. In the meantime, Puss in Boots had arrived at the castle, the home of a huge, cruel
ogre.
Before knocking at the gate, the cat said to himself, "I must be very careful, or I'll never get out of here
alive."
When the door opened, Puss in Boots removed his feather hat, exclaiming, "My Lord Ogre, my
respects!"
"What do you want, cat?" asked the ogre rudely.
"Sire, I've heard you possess great powers. That, for instance, you can change into a lion or an
elephant."
"That's perfectly true," said the ogre, "and so what?"
"Well," said the cat, "I was talking to certain friends of mine who said that you can't turn into a tiny little
creature, like a mouse."
"Oh, so that's what they say, is it?" exclaimed the ogre.
The cat nodded, "Well, Sire, that's my opinion too, because folk that can do big things never can manage
little ones."
"Oh, yes? Well, just watch this!" retorted the ogre, turning into a mouse.
In a flash, the cat leapt on the mouse and ate it whole. Then he dashed to the castle gate, just in time,
for the King's carriage was drawing up.
With a bow, Puss in Boots said, "Sire, welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carabas!"
The King and Queen, the Princess and the miller's son who, dressed in his princely clothes, really did look
like a marquis, got out of the carriage and the King spoke: "My dear Marquis, you're a fine, handsome,
young man, you have a great deal of land and a magnificent castle. Tell me, are you married?"
"No," the young man answered, "but I would like to find a wife."
He looked at the Princess as he spoke. She in turn smiled at him. To cut a long story short, the miller's
son, now Marquis of Carabas, married the Princess and lived happily with her in the castle. And from
time to time, the cat would wink and whisper, "You see, Master, I am worth a lot more than any mangy
donkey or half-ruined mill, aren't I?"
That's the Story of Puss 'N Boots!
Rapunzel
Grimm's Fairy Tale version - translated by Margaret Hunt - language modernized a bit by Leanne
Guenther
Note: Rapunzel is an old nickname for a herb with leaves like lettuce and roots like a radish -- it
is also called rampion.
There once lived a man and a woman who always wished for a child, but could not have
one. These people had a little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden
could be seen. The garden was full of the most beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however,
surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an witch, who
had great power and was feared by all the world.
One day the woman was standing by the window and looking down into the garden, when she
saw a bed which was planted with the most tasty rapunzel. It looked so fresh and green that
she longed for it and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire increased every day. The
woman knew that she could not get any of it and grew more pale and miserable each day.
Her husband was worried about her and asked "What is wrong my dear?"
"Ah," she replied, "if I can't eat some of the rapunzel from the garden behind our house I think I
shall die."
The man, who loved her, thought, "Sooner than let my lovely wife die, I will bring her some of
the rapunzel myself, no matter what the cost."
In the twilight of the evening, he climbed over the wall into the garden of the witch, hastily
grabbed a handful of rapunzel and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad and ate
it happily. She, however, liked it so much -- so very much, that the next day she longed for it
three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more
descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he set out again; but when he had
climbed over the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the witch standing before him.
"How dare you," she said with angry look, "sneak into my garden and steal my rapunzel like a
thief? You shall suffer for this!"
"Ah," the frightened husband answered, "please have mercy, I had to have the rapunzel. My
wife saw it from the window and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had
not got some to eat."
Then the witch allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him, "If this is true, I will allow you
to take as much as you like, only I make one condition. You must give me the baby daughter
your wife will bring into the world; she shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a
mother." The man in his fear consented and when the baby was born the witch appeared at
once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel and took the baby away with her.
Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child beneath the sun. When she was twelve years old,
the witch shut her into a tower, which lay in a forest. The tower had no stairs or doors, but only
a little window at the very top. When the witch wanted to go in, she stood beneath the
window and cried,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair."
Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the
witch she wound her braids round one of the hooks of the window, and then the hair fell down
the side of the tower and the witch climbed up by it.
After a year or two, it came to pass that the Prince rode through the forest and went by the
tower. He heard a song which was so lovely that he stood still and listened. This was Rapunzel
who in her loneliness passed her time singing. The Prince wanted to climb up to her, and
looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had
so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it.
Once when he was standing behind a tree listening to Rapunzel's song, he saw the witch come
and heard how she cried,
Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the witch climbed up to her.
"If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I will for once try my fortune," thought the Prince
and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried,
Immediately the hair fell down and the Prince climbed up.
At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man such as her eyes had never seen, came to
her; but the Prince began to talk to her quite like a friend and told her that his heart had been
so stirred by her singing that it had let him have no rest. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when
he asked her if she would take him for her husband -- and she saw that he was kind and
handsome, she said yes, and laid her hand in his.
She said, "I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down. Bring a bit of
silk with you every time you come and I will weave a ladder with it. When that is ready I will
climb down and we shall escape together." They agreed that until that time he should come to
her every evening, for the old woman came by day.
The witch knew nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said in her distraction, "Oh my, you are so
much heavier when you climb than the young Prince."
"Ah! you wicked child," cried the witch "What do I hear thee say! I thought I had separated you
from all the world but you have deceived me."
In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful hair, seized a pair of scissors -- and snip, snap --
cut it all off. Rapunzel's lovely braids lay on the ground but the witch was not through. She was
so angry that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and
misery.
The witch rushed back to the tower and fastened the braids of hair which she had cut off, to the
hook of the window, and when the Prince came and cried,
Let down your hair,"
she let the hair down. The Prince climbed to the window, but he did not find his dearest
Rapunzel above, but the witch, who gazed at him with a wicked and venomous look.
"Aha!" she cried mockingly, "You've come for Rapunzel but the beautiful bird sits no longer
singing in the nest; the cat has got it and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is
banished and you will never see her again!"
The Prince was beside himself and in his despair he fell down from the tower. He escaped with
his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he wandered quite blind about
the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries and did nothing but weep over the loss of his
dearest Rapunzel.
In this way, the Prince roamed in misery for some months and at length came to the desert
where the witch had banished Rapunzel. He heard a voice singing and it seemed so familiar to
him that he went towards it. When he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell into his arms
and wept.
Two of her tears fell on his eyes and the Prince could see again. He led her to his kingdom
where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contented.
The Story Telling of Cinderella
Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl. Her

mother was dead and her father had married a widow with
two daughters. Her stepmother didn't like her at all. All her
kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own
daughters.
Nothing was too good for them - dresses, shoes, delicious
food, soft beds, and every home comfort. But, for the poor
unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her
stepsisters’ hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but
scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all
day. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a
while by the fire, near the cinders. That’s why everybody
called her Cinderella.
Cinderella used to spend long hours all alone talking to the cat and birds. The cat says,
“Miaow“, which really meant, “Cheer up! You have something neither of your stepsisters has
and that is beauty.” It was quite true. Cinderella, even dressed in old rags, was a lovely girl.
While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes, were still clumsy,
lumpy and ugly and always would be.
One day, beautiful new dresses arrived at the house. A ball was to be held at the palace and the
stepsisters were getting ready to go. Cinderella didn't even dare ask if she could go too. She
knew very well what the answer would be: “You? You're staying at home to wash the dishes,
scrub the floors and turn down the beds for your stepsisters.” They will come home tired and
very sleepy. Cinderella sighed, “Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!” and the cat murmured “Miaow.”
Suddenly something amazing happened. As Cinderella was sitting all alone, there was a burst of
light and a fairy appeared. “Don't be alarmed, Cinderella,” said the fairy. “I know you would
love to go to the ball. And so you shall!” “How can I, dressed in rags?” Cinderella replied. “The
servants will turn me away!”
The fairy smiled. With a flick of her magic wand Cinderella found herself wearing the most
beautiful dress she had ever seen. “Now for your coach,” said the fairy; "A real lady would
never go to a ball on foot! Quick! Get me a pumpkin!” “Oh of course,” said Cinderella, rushing
away. Then the fairy turned to the cat. “You, bring me seven mice, and, remember they must
be alive!”
Cinderella soon returned with the pumpkin and the cat with seven mice he had caught in the
cellar. With a flick of the magic wand the pumpkin turned into a sparkling coach and the mice
became six white horses, while the seventh mouse turned into a coachman in a smart uniform
and carrying a whip. Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes.
“You shall go to the ball Cinderella. But remember! You must leave at midnight. That is when
my spell ends. Your coach will turn back into a pumpkin and the horses will become mice again.
You will be dressed in rags and wearing clogs instead of these glass slippers! Do you
understand?” Cinderella smiled and said, “Yes, I understand!”
Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball until she heard the first stroke of midnight! She
remembered what the fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she slipped from the
Prince’s arms and ran down the steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but not for a
moment did she dream of stopping to pick it up! If the last stroke of midnight were to sound...
oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and vanished into the night.
The Prince, who was now madly in love with her, picked up the slipper and said to his ministers,
“Go and search everywhere for the girl whose foot this slipper fits. I will never be content until I
find her!” So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of every girl in the land until only
Cinderella was left.
“That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at the ball,” snapped the stepmother. “Tell the
Prince he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can't you see how ugly Cinderella is?”
But, to everyone’s amazement, the shoe fitted perfectly.
Suddenly the fairy appeared and waved her magic wand. In a flash, Cinderella appeared in a
splendid dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in
amazement, and the ministers said, “Come with us Cinderella! The Prince is waiting for you.“
So Cinderella married the Prince and lived happily ever. As for the cat, he just said “Miaow!”
THE GOOSE-GIRL
The king of a great land died, and left his
queen to take care of their only child.
This child was a daughter, who was very
beautiful; and her mother loved her
dearly, and was very kind to her. And
there was a good fairy too, who was fond of
the princess, and helped her mother to
watch over her. When she grew up, she
was betrothed to a prince who lived a
great way off; and as the time drew near for
her to be married, she got ready to set off on her journey to his country. Then the queen her mother,
packed up a great many costly things; jewels, and gold, and silver; trinkets, fine dresses, and in short
everything that became a royal bride. And she gave her a waiting-maid to ride with her, and give her
into the bridegroom's hands; and each had a horse for the journey. Now the princess's horse was the
fairy's gift, and it was called Falada, and could speak.
When the time came for them to set out, the fairy went into her bed- chamber, and took a little knife,
and cut off a lock of her hair, and gave it to the princess, and said, 'Take care of it, dear child; for it is a
charm that may be of use to you on the road.' Then they all took a sorrowful leave of the princess; and
she put the lock of hair into her bosom, got upon her horse, and set off on her journey to her
bridegroom's kingdom.
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One day, as they were riding along by a brook, the princess began to feel very thirsty: and she said to
her maid, 'Pray get down, and fetch me some water in my golden cup out of yonder brook, for I want to
drink.' 'Nay,' said the maid, 'if you are thirsty, get off yourself, and stoop down by the water and drink; I
shall not be your waiting- maid any longer.' Then she was so thirsty that she got down, and knelt over
the little brook, and drank; for she was frightened, and dared not bring out her golden cup; and she
wept and said, 'Alas! what will become of me?' And the lock answered her, and said:
'Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,

Sadly, sadly, would she rue it.'
But the princess was very gentle and meek, so she said nothing to her maid's ill behaviour, but got upon
her horse again.
Then all rode farther on their journey, till the day grew so warm, and the sun so scorching, that the bride
began to feel very thirsty again; and at last, when they came to a river, she forgot her maid's rude
speech, and said, 'Pray get down, and fetch me some water to drink in my golden cup.' But the maid
answered her, and even spoke more haughtily than before: 'Drink if you will, but I shall not be your
waiting-maid.' Then the princess was so thirsty that she got off her horse, and lay down, and held her
head over the running stream, and cried and said, 'What will become of me?' And the lock of hair
answered her again:
'Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,

And as she leaned down to drink, the lock of hair fell from her bosom, and floated away with the water.
Now she was so frightened that she did not see it; but her maid saw it, and was very glad, for she knew
the charm; and she saw that the poor bride would be in her power, now that she had lost the hair. So
when the bride had done drinking, and would have got upon Falada again, the maid said, 'I shall ride
upon Falada, and you may have my horse instead'; so she was forced to give up her horse, and soon
afterwards to take off her royal clothes and put on her maid's shabby ones.
At last, as they drew near the end of their journey, this treacherous servant threatened to kill her
mistress if she ever told anyone what had happened. But Falada saw it all, and marked it well.
Then the waiting-maid got upon Falada, and the real bride rode upon the other horse, and they went on
in this way till at last they came to the royal court. There was great joy at their coming, and the prince
flew to meet them, and lifted the maid from her horse, thinking she was the one who was to be his wife;
and she was led upstairs to the royal chamber; but the true princess was told to stay in the court below.
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Now the old king happened just then to have nothing else to do; so he amused himself by sitting at his
kitchen window, looking at what was going on; and he saw her in the courtyard. As she looked very
pretty, and too delicate for a waiting-maid, he went up into the royal chamber to ask the bride who it
was she had brought with her, that was thus left standing in the court below. 'I brought her with me for
the sake of her company on the road,' said she; 'pray give the girl some work to do, that she may not be
idle.' The old king could not for some time think of any work for her to do; but at last he said, 'I have a
lad who takes care of my geese; she may go and help him.' Now the name of this lad, that the real bride
was to help in watching the king's geese, was Curdken.
But the false bride said to the prince, 'Dear husband, pray do me one piece of kindness.' 'That I will,' said
the prince. 'Then tell one of your slaughterers to cut off the head of the horse I rode upon, for it was
very unruly, and plagued me sadly on the road'; but the truth was, she was very much afraid lest Falada
should some day or other speak, and tell all she had done to the princess. She carried her point, and the
faithful Falada was killed; but when the true princess heard of it, she wept, and begged the man to nail
up Falada's head against a large dark gate of the city, through which she had to pass every morning and
evening, that there she might still see him sometimes. Then the slaughterer said he would do as she
wished; and cut off the head, and nailed it up under the dark gate.
Early the next morning, as she and Curdken went out through the gate, she said sorrowfully:
'Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!'
and the head answered:
'Bride, bride, there thou gangest!

Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,
Then they went out of the city, and drove the geese on. And when she came to the meadow, she sat
down upon a bank there, and let down her waving locks of hair, which were all of pure silver; and when
Curdken saw it glitter in the sun, he ran up, and would have pulled some of the locks out, but she cried:
'Blow, breezes, blow!

Let Curdken's hat go!
Blow, breezes, blow!
Let him after it go!
O'er hills, dales, and rocks,
Away be it whirl'd
Till the silvery locks
Are all comb'd and curl'd!
Then there came a wind, so strong that it blew off Curdken's hat; and away it flew over the hills: and he
was forced to turn and run after it; till, by the time he came back, she had done combing and curling her
hair, and had put it up again safe. Then he was very angry and sulky, and would not speak to her at all;
but they watched the geese until it grew dark in the evening, and then drove them homewards.
The next morning, as they were going through the dark gate, the poor girl looked up at Falada's head,
and cried:
and the head answered:

Alas! alas! if they mother knew it,
Then she drove on the geese, and sat down again in the meadow, and began to comb out her hair as
before; and Curdken ran up to her, and wanted to take hold of it; but she cried out quickly:

Away be it whirl'd
Then the wind came and blew away his hat; and off it flew a great way, over the hills and far away, so
that he had to run after it; and when he came back she had bound up her hair again, and all was safe. So
they watched the geese till it grew dark.
In the evening, after they came home, Curdken went to the old king, and said, 'I cannot have that
strange girl to help me to keep the geese any longer.' 'Why?' said the king. 'Because, instead of doing
any good, she does nothing but tease me all day long.' Then the king made him tell him what had
happened. And Curdken said, 'When we go in the morning through the dark gate with our flock of geese,
she cries and talks with the head of a horse that hangs upon the wall, and says:
and the head answers:

Alas! alas! if they mother knew it,
And Curdken went on telling the king what had happened upon the meadow where the geese fed; how
his hat was blown away; and how he was forced to run after it, and to leave his flock of geese to
themselves. But the old king told the boy to go out again the next day: and when morning came, he
placed himself behind the dark gate, and heard how she spoke to Falada, and how Falada answered.
Then he went into the field, and hid himself in a bush by the meadow's side; and he soon saw with his
own eyes how they drove the flock of geese; and how, after a little time, she let down her hair that
glittered in the sun. And then he heard her say:

Away be it whirl'd
And soon came a gale of wind, and carried away Curdken's hat, and away went Curdken after it, while
the girl went on combing and curling her hair. All this the old king saw: so he went home without being
seen; and when the little goose-girl came back in the evening he called her aside, and asked her why she
did so: but she burst into tears, and said, 'That I must not tell you or any man, or I shall lose my life.'
But the old king begged so hard, that she had no peace till she had told him all the tale, from beginning
to end, word for word. And it was very lucky for her that she did so, for when she had done the king
ordered royal clothes to be put upon her, and gazed on her with wonder, she was so beautiful. Then he
called his son and told him that he had only a false bride; for that she was merely a waiting-maid, while
the true bride stood by. And the young king rejoiced when he saw her beauty, and heard how meek and
patient she had been; and without saying anything to the false bride, the king ordered a great feast to
be got ready for all his court. The bridegroom sat at the top, with the false princess on one side, and the
true one on the other; but nobody knew her again, for her beauty was quite dazzling to their eyes; and
she did not seem at all like the little goose-girl, now that she had her brilliant dress on.
When they had eaten and drank, and were very merry, the old king said he would tell them a tale. So he
began, and told all the story of the princess, as if it was one that he had once heard; and he asked the
true waiting-maid what she thought ought to be done to anyone who would behave thus. 'Nothing
better,' said this false bride, 'than that she should be thrown into a cask stuck round with sharp nails,
and that two white horses should be put to it, and should drag it from street to street till she was dead.'
'Thou art she!' said the old king; 'and as thou has judged thyself, so shall it be done to thee.' And the
young king was then married to his true wife, and they reigned over the kingdom in peace and
happiness all their lives; and the good fairy came to see them, and restored the faithful Falada to life
again.
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed
them. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes.
The first little pig was very lazy. He didn't want to work at all and he built his house out of
straw. The second little pig worked a little bit harder but he was somewhat lazy too and he built
his house out of sticks. Then, they sang and danced and played together the rest of the day.
The third little pig worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house
complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest
winds.
The next day, a wolf happened to pass by the lane where the three little pigs lived; and he saw
the straw house, and he smelled the pig inside. He thought the pig would make a mighty fine
meal and his mouth began to water.
So he knocked on the door and said:
Little pig! Little pig!
Let me in! Let me in!
But the little pig saw the wolf's big paws through the keyhole, so he answered back:
No! No! No!
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!
Then the wolf showed his teeth and said:
Then I'll huff
and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down.
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf opened his jaws very wide
and bit down as hard as he could, but the first little pig escaped and ran away to hide with the
second little pig.
The wolf continued down the lane and he passed by the second house made of sticks; and he
saw the house, and he smelled the pigs inside, and his mouth began to water as he thought
about the fine dinner they would make.
So he knocked on the door and said:
Little pigs! Little pigs!
But the little pigs saw the wolf's pointy ears through the keyhole, so they answered back:
No! No! No!
Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!
So the wolf showed his teeth and said:
Then I'll huff
and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down!
So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house down! The wolf was greedy and he tried to
catch both pigs at once, but he was too greedy and got neither! His big jaws clamped down on
nothing but air and the two little pigs scrambled away as fast as their little hooves would carry
them.
The wolf chased them down the lane and he almost caught them. But they made it to the brick
house and slammed the door closed before the wolf could catch them. The three little pigs they
were very frightened, they knew the wolf wanted to eat them. And that was very, very true.
The wolf hadn't eaten all day and he had worked up a large appetite chasing the pigs around
and now he could smell all three of them inside and he knew that the three little pigs would
make a lovely feast.
So the wolf knocked on the door and said:
Little pigs! Little pigs!
But the little pigs saw the wolf's narrow eyes through the keyhole, so they answered back:
No! No! No!
Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!

So the wolf showed his teeth and said:
Then I'll huff
and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down.
Well! he huffed and he puffed. He puffed and he huffed. And he huffed, huffed, and he puffed,
puffed; but he could not blow the house down. At last, he was so out of breath that he couldn't
huff and he couldn't puff anymore. So he stopped to rest and thought a bit.
But this was too much. The wolf danced about with rage and swore he would come down the
chimney and eat up the little pig for his supper. But while he was climbing on to the roof the
little pig made up a blazing fire and put on a big pot full of water to boil. Then, just as the wolf
was coming down the chimney, the little piggy pulled off the lid, and plop! in fell the wolf into
the scalding water.
So the little piggy put on the cover again, boiled the wolf up, and the three little pigs ate him for
supper.
Thumbelina
Thumbelina is one of our Favorite Fairy Tales
A long time ago and far, far away an old woman was sitting in her rocking chair thinking how
happy she would be if she had a child. Then, she heard a knock at the door and opened it. A
lady was standing there and she said, "If you let me in, I will grant you a wish." The old woman
let the woman in firstly because she felt pity, secondly because she knew what she'd wish
for...a child. After she washed the lady up and fed her, she saw that she was really beautiful.
The lady slept soundly all night long and then right before she left, she said, "Now, about your
wish. What do you want?"
The lady thought about most people's wishes to be richest in the world, most powerful person,
the smartest, and the prettiest. But the old woman wished for
something the lady could not believe. She said, "I would like a child."
"What did you say?" she asked because she was astonished at what the old lady asked for. The
old lady repeated what she said. "I would like a child."
The lady then placed a tiny seed in the old woman's hand and gave her instructions. " Plant this
seed, water it carefully, watch over it, and give it your love. If you do all those things, then you
will have a child."
So the old woman did all of those things the lady had told her to. In a week, there was a
beautiful yellow flower in place of the seed. The next day, the flower bloomed. Inside the
flower was a beautiful little girl who was the size of the woman's thumb so she a called her
Thumbellina. She made her a little dress out of golden threads. Thumbellina slept in a walnut
shell and brought the old woman joy and happiness.
But, one day when Thumbellina went down for her nap, a frog hopped through the open
window and said, "You will be a perfect bride for my son," and she took Thumbellina to a lily
pad and hopped off to find her son.
Thumbellina cried and some little guppies heard her and chewed the roots off the lily pad to
help her escape. Thumbellina's lily pad floated away. A few hours later, she finally stopped
floating. During the summer, she ate berries and drank the dew off the leaves. But then winter
came and she needed shelter. A kindly mouse let her stay with it, but it said, "You'll have to
marry my friend, Mole, because I cannot keep you for another winter."
The next day she went to see Mole. In one of tunnels, she found a sick bird and said, "Poor
thing, I will bury it." Then she found out that it was still alive and she cared for it until was ready
to fly. It flew off. That fall she nearly had to marry Mole. But then she heard a familiar tweet
and an idea popped up in the bird's head.
"You can come down to the warm country," said the bird, so Thumbellina hopped on the bird's
back and flew to the warm country. The people there who were like her renamed her Erin. She
married a prince and she lived happily ever after.
The End
The Tale of Peter Rabbit
by Beatrix Potter
The most beloved story by British author Beatrix Potter, published in 1902.
ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their
names were— Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the

root of a very big fir tree.
"NOW, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you

may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr.
McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he
was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor."
"NOW run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out."
THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, to the
baker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
FLOPSY, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather
blackberries;
BUT Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden and squeezed
under the gate!
FIRST he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;
AND then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
BUT round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!
MR. McGREGOR was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up
and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief!"
PETER was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the
way back to the gate.
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
AFTER losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away
altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large
buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
PETER gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some
friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.
MR. McGREGOR came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but
Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.
AND rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to
hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.
MR. McGREGOR was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden
underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.
Presently Peter sneezed— "Kertyschoo!" Mr. McGregor was after him in no time,
AND tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The
window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back
to his work.
PETER sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the
least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.
After a time he began to wander about, going lippity— lippity—not very fast, and looking all
around.
HE found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to
squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her
family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her
mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.
THEN he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more
puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat
was staring at some gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail
twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he had
heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.
HE went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a
hoe—scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But
presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped
over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards
Peter, and beyond him was the gate!
PETER got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go,
along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath
the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
MR. McGREGOR hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the
blackbirds.
PETER never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole,
and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his
clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!
I AM sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!
"One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time."
BUT Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.
St. George and the Dragon
In the year 280, in a town in Cappadocia, was born that

great soldier and champion of the oppressed whom we call
St. George. His parents were Christians, and by them, and
especially by his mother, he was most carefully instructed
and trained.
When the youth came to the age of seventeen years he

took up the profession of arms, and since he was gifted
with beauty of person, intelligence, and an exquisite
courtesy, he rose rapidly to a considerable military rank.
Especially he pleased his imperial master, Diocletian.
One day while the Emperor, who was devoted to the

worship of Apollo, was consulting at a shrine of that god
upon an affair of much importance, from the dark depths
of the cavern came forth a voice saying, "The just who are
on the earth keep me from telling the truth. By them the inspiration of the Sacred Tripod is made a lie."
At once the Emperor was stricken with consternation and asked who these just people were. "Master,"
answered one of the priests of Apollo, "they are the Christians." This answer so enraged Diocletian that
he rekindled his persecutions.
Now from the first the young soldier George had burned with indignation because of the unspeakable
cruelties put upon Christians, and he had spoken out boldly in defence of his brethren. His friends had
counselled silence and prudence. But George would have none. He knew, however, that he might be
called upon to suffer at any time, and he hoped to do better work for the world and to die after braver
effort. He therefore distributed his money and his fine apparel among the poor and needy, set free all
the slaves he possessed, and went forth upon knightly travel.
While pricking one day through the plains of Libya he came to a certain city called Silene, the people of
which were bewailing a dire misfortune that had come upon them. An enormous dragon had issued
from a marsh neighbouring the town and had devoured all their flocks and herds. Already the monster
had taken dwelling near the city walls, and at such distance the people had been able to keep him only
by granting him two sheep every day for his food and drink. If they had failed in this he would have
come within their walls and poisoned every man, woman, and child with his plague-like breath.
But now already all the flocks and herds had been eaten. Nothing remained to fill the insatiable maw of
the dragon but the little people of the homes and hearths of all the town. Every day two children were
now given him. Each child taken was under the age of fifteen, and was chosen by lot. Thus it happened
that every house and every street and all the public squares echoed with the wailing of unhappy parents
and the cries of the innocents who were soon to be offered.
Now it chanced that the King of the city had one daughter, an exceeding fair girl both in mind and body,
and after many days of the choosing of lots for the sacrifice, and after many a blooming girl and boy had
met an unhappy death, the lot fell to this maiden, Cleodolinda. When her father, the King, heard his
misfortune, in his despair he offered all the gold in the state treasury and even half his kingdom, to
redeem the maiden. But at this many fathers and mothers who had lost their children murmured greatly
and said, "O King, art thou just? By thy edict thou hast made us desolate. And now behold thou wouldst
withhold thine own child!"
Thus the people spake, and speaking they waxed wroth greatly, and so joining together they marched
threatening to burn the King in his palace unless he delivered the maiden to fulfil her lot. To such
demands the King perforce submitted, and at last he asked only a delay of eight days which he might
spend with the lovely girl and bewail her fate. This the people granted.
At the end of the time agreed to the fair victim was led forth. She fell at her father's feet asking his
blessing and protesting she was ready to die for her people. Then amid tears and lamentations she was
led to the walls and put without. The gates were shut and barred against her.
She walked towards the dwelling of the dragon, slowly and painfully, for the road was strewn with the
bones of her playmates, and she wept as she went on her way.
It was this very morning that George, courageously seeking to help the weak, and strong to serve the
truth, was passing by in his knightly journeying. He saw stretched before him the noisome path, and,
moved to see so beautiful a maiden in tears, he checked his charger and asked her why she wept. The
whole pitiful story she recounted, to which the valiant one answered, "Fear not; I will deliver you."
"Oh noble youth," cried the fair victim, "tarry not here lest you perish with me. Fly, I beseech you."
"God forbid that I should fly," said George in answer; "I will lift my hand against this loathly thing, and I
will deliver you through the power that lives in all true followers of Christ."
At that moment the dragon was seen coming forth from his lair half flying and half crawling towards
them. "Fly, I beseech you, brave knight," cried the fair girl trembling, "Leave me here to die."
But George answered not. Rather he put spurs to his horse and, calling upon his Lord, rushed towards
the monster, and, after a terrible and prolonged combat, pinned the mighty hulk to the earth with his
lance. Then he called to the maiden to bring him her girdle. With this he bound the dragon fast, and
gave the end of the girdle into her hand, and the subdued monster crawled after them like a dog.
Walking in this way they approached the city. All the onlooking people were stricken with terror, but
George called out to them saying, "Fear nothing. Only believe in Christ, through whose help I have
conquered this adversary, and live in accord with His teachings, and I will destroy him before your eyes."
So the King and the people believed and such a life they endeavoured to live.
Then St. George slew the dragon and cut off his head, and the King gave great treasure to the knight. But
all the rewards George distributed among the sick and necessitous and kept nothing for himself, and
then he went further on his way of helpfulness.
About this time the Emperor Diocletian issued an edict which was published the length and breadth of
his empire. This edict was nailed to the doors of temples, upon the walls of public markets, in all places
people frequented, and those who read it read it with terror and hid their faces in despair. For it
condemned all Christians. But St. George when he saw the writing was filled with indignation. That spirit
and courage which comes to all of us from communion with the eternal powers heartened and
strengthened him, and he tore down the unhappy utterance and trampled it under foot.
Thus prepared for death George approached the Emperor. "What wouldst thou?" cried Diocletian
angrily, having heard from his proconsul Dacian that this young man deserved torture. "Liberty, sir, for
the innocent Christians," answered the martyr. "At the least liberty, since their liberty can hurt no one."
"Young man," returned Diocletian with threatening looks, "think of thine own liberty and thy future."
Before George could make answer the ill-will of the tyrant waxed to ardent hatred and he summoned
guards to take the martyr to prison. Once within the dungeon the keepers threw him to the ground, put
his feet in stocks and placed a stone of great weight upon his chest. But even so, in the midst of torture,
the blessed one ceased not to give thanks to God for this opportunity to bear witness to Christ's
teachings.
The next day they stretched the martyr on a wheel full of sharp spokes. But a voice from heaven came
to comfort him and said, "George, fear not; so it is with those who witness to the truth." And there
appeared to him an angel brighter than the sun, clothed in a white robe, who stretched out a hand to
embrace and encourage him in his pain. Two of the officers of the prison who saw this beautiful vision
became Christians and from that day endeavoured to live after the teachings of Christ.
There is still another tale that after George had been comforted by the angel who descended from
heaven, his tormentors flung him into a cauldron of boiling lead, and when they believed they had
subdued him by the force of his agonies, they brought him to a temple to assist in their worship, and the
people ran in crowds to behold his humiliation, and the priests mocked him.
The Emperor, seeing the constancy of George, once more sought to move him by entreaties. But the
great soldier refused to be judged by words, only by deeds. He even demanded to go to see the gods
Diocletian himself worshipped.
The Emperor, believing that at length George was coming to his right mind, and was about to yield,
ordered the Roman Senate and people to assemble in order that all might be witnesses of George's
acknowledgement of his own, Diocletian's, gods.
When they were thus gathered together in the Emperor's temple, and the eyes of all the people were
fixed upon the weak and tortured saint to see what he would do, he drew near a statue of the sun-god
Apollo, and stretching out his hand toward the image he said slowly, "Wouldst thou that I should offer
thee sacrifices as to a god?" The demon who was in the statue made answer, "I am not God. There is but
one God and Christ is his greatest prophet." At that very hour were heard horrible wailing sounds
coming from the mouths of idols the world over, and the statues of the old gods either all fell over or
crumbled to dust. One account says that St. George knelt down and prayed, and thunder and lightning
from heaven fell upon the idols and destroyed them.
Angry at the breaking of their power, the priests of the gods cried to the Emperor that he must rid
himself of so potent a magician and cut off his head. The priests also incited the people to lay hands on
the martyr.
So it was commanded that George, the Christian knight, should be beheaded. He was dragged to the
place of execution, and there, bending his neck to the sword of the executioner and absorbed in prayer,
he received bravely and thankfully the stroke of death in April, 303.
So stands St. George ever before the youth of the world, one of the champions of Christendom, a model
of courage, a brave interceder for the oppressed, an example of pure, firm and enduring doing for
others, a true soldier of Christ.
The Little Old Woman Who Lived in a
Shoe
by Joseph Martin Kronheim
Once on a time there was a Little Old Woman who lived in a Shoe.
This shoe stood near a great forest, and was so large that it served
as a house for the Old Lady and all her children, of which she had
so many that she did not know what to do with them.
But the Little Old Woman was very fond of her children, and they
only thought of the best way to please her. Strong-arm, the eldest,
cut down trees for firewood. Peter made baskets of wicker-work. Mark was chief gardener.
Lizzie milked the cow, and Jenny taught the younger children to read.
Now this Little Old Woman had not always lived in a Shoe. She and her family had once dwelt in
a nice house covered with ivy, and her husband was a wood-cutter, like Strong-arm. But there
lived in a huge castle beyond the forest, a fierce giant, who one day came and laid their house
in ruins with his club; after which he carried off the poor wood-cutter to his castle beyond the
forest. When the Little Old Woman came home, her house was in ruins and her husband was
no where to be seen.
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Night came on, and as the father did not return, the Old Lady and her family went to search for
him. When they came to that part of the wood where the Giant had met their father, they saw
an immense shoe. They spent a long time weeping and calling out for their father, but met with
no reply. Then the Old Lady thought that they had better take shelter in the shoe until they
could build a new house. So Peter and Strong-arm put a roof to it, and cut a door, and turned it
into a dwelling. Here they all lived happily for many years, but the Little Old Lady never forgot
her husband and his sad fate. Strong-arm, who saw how wretched his mother often was about
it, proposed to the next eleven brothers that they should go with him and set their father free
from the Giant. Their mother knew the Giant's strength, and would not hear of the attempt, as
she feared they would be killed. But Strong-arm was not afraid. He bought a dozen sharp
swords, and Peter made as many strong shields and helmets, as well as cross-bows and iron-
headed arrows. They were now quite ready; Strong-arm gave the order to march, and they
started for the forest. The next day they came in sight of the Giant's Castle. Strong-arm, leaving
his brothers in a wood close by, strode boldly up to the entrance, and seized the knocker. The
door was opened by a funny little boy with a large head, who kept grinning and laughing.
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Strong-arm then walked boldly across the court-yard, and presently met a page, who took off
his hat and asked him what he wanted. Strong-arm said he had come to liberate his father, who
was kept a prisoner by the Giant; on this the little man said he was sorry for him, because the
part of the castle in which his father was kept was guarded by a large dragon. Strong-arm,
nothing daunted, soon found the monster, who was fast asleep, so he made short work of him
by sending his sword right through his heart; at which he jumped up, uttering a loud scream,
and made as if he would spring forward and seize Strong-arm; but the good sword had done its
work, and the monster fell heavily on the ground, dead.
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Now the Giant, who had been drinking much wine, was fast asleep in a remote part of the
castle. Strong-arm had no sooner finished the Dragon, than up started the funny little boy who
had opened the door. He led Strong-arm round to another part of the court-yard, where he saw
his poor father, who at once sprung to his feet, and embraced him. Then Strong-arm called up
his brothers, and when they had embraced their father, they soon broke his chain and set him
free.
We must now return to the Little Old Woman. After her sons had started she gave way to the
most bitter grief. While she was in this state, an old witch came up to her, and said she would
help her, as she hated the Giant, and wished to kill him. The Old Witch then took the little Old
Lady on her broom, and they sailed off through the air, straight to the Giant's castle.
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Now this old Witch had great power, and at once afflicted the Giant with corns and tender feet.
When he awoke from his sleep he was in such pain that he could bear it no longer, so he
thought he would go in search of his missing shoe, which, like the other one he had in his castle,
was easy and large for his foot. When he came to the spot where the Old Lady and her children
lived, he saw his old shoe, and with a laugh that shook the trees, he thrust his foot into it,
breaking through the roof that Strong-arm and Peter had put to it. The children, in great alarm,
rushed about inside the shoe, and frightened and trembling, scrambled through the door and
the slits which the Giant had formerly made for his corns. By this time the witch and the Little
Old Lady, as also Strong-arm, his eleven brother and his father, were come up to the spot.
Strong-arm and his brothers shot their arrows at him till at last he fell wounded, when Strong-
arm went up to him and cut off his head. Then the father and the Little Old Woman and all their
children built a new house, and lived happily ever afterwards.
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Little Red Riding Hood

The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...

"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."

"Oh how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf.

"The better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf.

"The better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf.

"What are you looking at?" his father asked.

“Will you marry me?”.

“Yes,” she responed.

Once upon a time, there

"Beans?" asked Jack, looking a little confused.

"Really?" said Jack, "and you're quite sure they're magical?"

Long ago there lived a King

"I am spinning," said the old woman.

"Oh," said the King, "thanks so much."

"He must be a great hunter," someone remarked.

"He must be very loyal to the King," said someone else.

"Leave everything to me," replied Puss in Boots. "I have a plan."

"But I can't swim," replied the young man.

"That's all right," replied Puss in Boots. "Just trust me."

"Help!" cried the cat. "The Marquis of Carabas is drowning."

"Oh, yes," replied the Princess.

"What do you want, cat?" asked the ogre rudely.

"That's perfectly true," said the ogre, "and so what?"

"Oh, so that's what they say, is it?" exclaimed the ogre.

Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl. Her

'Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,

'Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,

'Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!'

and the head answered:

'Bride, bride, there thou gangest!

'Blow, breezes, blow!

'Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!'

and the head answered:

'Bride, bride, there thou gangest!

'Blow, breezes, blow!

'Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!'

and the head answers:

'Bride, bride, there thou gangest!

'Blow, breezes, blow!

So he knocked on the door and said:

Little pig! Little pig!

Let me in! Let me in!

No! No! No!

Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin!

Then the wolf showed his teeth and said:

Then I'll huff

and I'll puff

and I'll blow your house down.

Little pigs! Little pigs!

Let me in! Let me in!

No! No! No!

Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!

So the wolf showed his teeth and said:

Then I'll huff

and I'll puff

and I'll blow your house down!

So the wolf knocked on the door and said:

Little pigs! Little pigs!

Let me in! Let me in!

No! No! No!

Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin!

Then I'll huff