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 Anansi’s Pot of Wisdom
Sean Longcroft  A Tragic Story
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Elena Aiello  Perez the Mouse
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By Hans Christian Andersen it from her – but no one had
would buy the wind was icy and the snow
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nce upon a time in Copenhagen, bought falling, the little match girl couldn’t
it was New Year’s Eve and any matches all day long. go
the snow was falling heavily. She hadn’t home without selling some
It was almost dark and it earned a penny. Shivering matches,
terribly cold outside. was with cold because her father would be
and hungry, she tiptoed along. angry.
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girl’s feet were bare and stinging other. And so the little see tables laden with food to feel
with cold. for New numb, so she took out a match
Year’s Eve parties. Even though and
she lit it to heat them up. She scratched
wouldn’t get a morsel to eat, it
it made against the wall and a glowing
her feel warm inside. flame
sputtered to life, like a little
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wrote this story
to encourage readers to think
about people
who are less fortunate than
themselves –
especially at Christmas, when
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outside. What small act of
kindness can you
do to help someone in need
this year?

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Storyland Adventures

Jack’s Magic
Harp Band
J
ack may have found fame for slaying a boy-eating giant, but
most people know him for leading Storyland’s favourite band
and his hit song, ‘Fee fi fo fum, Look out, giants, Here I come!’

There are three musicians in the

Magic Harp Band – Jack, who strums
the guitar and sings; William Gruff,
the eldest of the three billy goats,
who plays the drums; and the magic
harp, which is a lot happier making
up catchy melodies with Jack than
it was living with a grumpy old giant.

Everyone in Storyland was excited

because Jack’s Magic Harp Band
was going to perform there after
months of being away on tour.

As they drove down the Long and

Winding Road, the band felt excited,
but Jack was also nervous – he
wanted to give his friends the
greatest performance ever.

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They stopped at Jack’s house first,
where his mum was milking their new
cow. “Jack!” she cried, and gave him
a big hug. But when Jack tried to say
hello to his mum, all that came out
was a croaky rasp. His throat felt tight
– he had completely lost his voice!
William Gruff trip-trapped over. “We’ll
have to cancel tonight’s show, Jack.
We can’t perform without a singer.”
But Jack shook his head. He couldn’t
bear to let their fans down. He rushed
inside, grabbed some paper and
scribbled the word ‘Auditions’.
“If you insist,” said William. “I’ll put
a sign in the town square, saying:
12 noon. Singer auditions for the
Magic Harp Band for one night only!”
At midday, Jack and William were
surprised to find a long queue waiting
by the bandstand in the square.
First up were the Three Little Pigs,
who oinked, honked and snorted a
song in not-quite-perfect harmony.
“Thank you. That was oinky. Very
oinky,” said William.
After the pigs, a little girl called Heidi
made everyone’s hair stand on end
with her high-pitched yodelling. Then
the Big Bad Wolf howled through a
love song and ripped a curtain to
shreds when he got a bit emotional.
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There was a glimmer of hope when
Old MacDonald came on. He knew
a catchy tune about farm animals.
“Do you know any other songs?”
asked William.
“No,” said Old MacDonald. “I’ve got
a terrible memory for lyrics. That’s
why I sing the same line again and
again. ‘Old MacDonald had a farm...’”
Jack buried his face in his hands.
“I think we’re going to have to cancel
the gig,” William whispered to Jack,
and Jack nodded in despair.
After an hour of oinks, yodels, howls
and squawks, there was only one
person in the queue. It was Rapunzel,
and she was trembling with nerves.
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“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I haven’t
sung since I was trapped in the tower.
That’s how I met Prince Randolph.”
“Please, don’t be nervous. In your
own time,” said Jack.
Rapunzel took a deep breath and
began to sing. Her voice wobbled
a bit at first, but she closed her eyes
and remembered how happy singing
had made her when she was alone
in the tower. As her confidence grew,
her voice began to soar and swoop.
Jack didn’t remember jumping to his
feet but, if he could have sung along
and whooped for Rapunzel, he would
have. Meanwhile, William was trip-
trapping along with happiness.
When Rapunzel opened her eyes and
saw them dancing, she grinned.
Jack held up a sign that read ‘Brilliant!
Will you sing with us tonight?’
Rapunzel nodded and William rushed
over to give her a pile of lyrics to learn.
When Storyland’s residents arrived for
the concert, they were disappointed
to see posters saying: For One Night
Only! Special Guest Singer, Rapunzel!
They had come to see Jack.
But their disappointment soon turned
to delight when the band launched
into their hit song with a new twist.
“Fee fi fo fum, Look out, witches, Here
I come!” warbled Rapunzel as Jack
rocked out on his guitar, William billy
goat hoofed the drums, and the magic
harp plucked a melody that made
everyone want to dance.
It was a fantastic concert and Jack
didn’t even miss singing. In fact, it was
a relief to give his throat a rest. It was
so good that he asked Rapunzel to be
the band’s guest singer next time they
played in Storyland. She had so much
fun singing, she agreed.
The only person who didn’t enjoy the
performance was the Wicked Witch,
who stormed off in a huff during the
first song!
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 Anansi’s
Myths and Legends

Pot of Wisdom
L
ong ago, at the beginning of the world, humans didn’t know
anything. They didn’t know how to weave their own blankets
and clothes. They didn’t even know how to make tools or
grow food. They were quite helpless.

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When Nyame the sky god saw this,
it made him sad. “What these people
need is wisdom,” he said. “If they don’t
get it soon, they won't survive.”
So Nyame gathered all the wisdom
he could find and placed it in a large
pot. Anansi the spider had been slyly
watching him while he did this.
When Nyame had finished, Anansi
approached him. “I see you have
a very valuable pot there.”
“Yes,” said Nyame. “It is more valuable
than anything. It has all the wisdom of
the world in it and I am going to share
it with the people.”
“Why don’t you let me take it to
them for you?” said Anansi. “You
have already worked so hard.”
Nyame was pleased and thanked
Anansi for his kindness. “Okay, but
take great care of it and be sure to
share it with everyone!” he warned.
Anansi the spider scuttled away,
chuckling to himself. He could hardly
wait to see inside the precious pot.
At last, when he was alone, Anansi
peeked inside. It was incredible –
there was so much to see and learn!
The pot was full to the brim with
talents and skills. It was so wonderful,
greedy Anansi didn’t want to share it.
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“I’ll keep this wisdom for myself for now
and perhaps I’ll share some of it with the
people later,” he decided.

Every day, Anansi opened the pot and

learnt something new. The more he learnt,
the more he realised how important the
pot was. He soon began to worry that
someone might steal it from him.

“I know,” he thought. “I’ll hide it at the top

of the onyina tree where nobody will find
it and I can climb up every day to use it.”

But the pot was heavy and Anansi wasn’t

sure how to carry it. If he held on to it, he
wouldn’t be able to climb the tree. Then
Anansi had an idea. He took some vines
and looped them around the pot, tying
the ends around his waist. Now the pot
of wisdom dangled from his body.

He began to crawl up the giant trunk but,

as he climbed, the pot swung to and fro,
banging and bumping against his spindly
knees. Anansi struggled on, taking one
step forward and two steps back.

All the while, Anansi’s son, Nkituma, had

been watching his father and laughing
to himself.

“Father!” he called out. “You’re doing it

wrong. Tie the pot to your back and then
your legs will be free to climb the tree.”
Anansi followed his son’s suggestion and was able to carry the pot easily. He
reached the top of tree in no time, but when he looked down and saw his son
smiling up at him, he suddenly thought, “What a fool I am! I have all the wisdom
in the world right here, yet I couldn’t work out how to climb a tree. My own child
has more knowledge than I do!”

The thought made Anansi so angry, he threw the treasured pot to the ground and
it smashed into a million tiny pieces. The wisdom fell here, there and everywhere.
It scattered all over the world, so that each person had their own special bit of
wisdom which they could share with each other and pass on to their friends and
family – just as Nyame the sky god had intended.

That is why no one person has all the wisdom in the world, and why it’s always
good to share what you know – but it took Anansi’s young son to teach him
that important lesson!

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Poems and Rhymes

A Tragic Story By William Makepeace Thackeray

T
here lived a sage in days of yore
And he a handsome pigtail wore,
But wondered much and sorrowed more
Because it hung behind him.

He mused upon this curious case

And swore he’d change the pigtail’s place
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.

Says he, “The mystery I’ve found!”

Says he, “The mystery I’ve found.
I’ll turn me round!” He turned him round,
But still it hung behind him.

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Then round and round, and out and in
All day the puzzled sage did spin.
In vain – it mattered not a pin –
The pigtail hung behind him.

And right and left and round about,

And up and down and in and out
He turned, but still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.

And though his efforts never slack

And though he twist and twirl and tack,
Alas! Still faithful to his back –
The pigtail hangs behind him!
Storyteller’s Corner

Mrs Mumble’s
Apple Crumble
M
rs Mumble was in the mood to bake an apple crumble.
She had almost everything she needed – butter, sugar,
flour and a little spice – but she didn’t have any apples.
She had a fruit tree in her garden, which was heavy with sweet red plums, but
plums are no good when it’s apple crumble you’re craving – and today she
wanted apple crumble more than anything. So she filled up her basket with
plums and set out to find some apples. “Maybe someone will swap their apples
for my plums,” she thought.

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She hadn’t gone far when she heard
a commotion of clucks and squawks.
Her neighbour was herding geese in
her poultry yard.
“Good morning, Mrs Mumble!” she
said. “Where are you off to?”
“I’m hoping to trade this basket of
plums for some apples,” said Mrs
Mumble. “I’m in the mood for apple
crumble today.”
“Oh, my husband loves plum sauce.
It’s his favourite. I’ll happily give you
this bag of downy goose feathers for
your plums,” said the neighbour.
“Why not?” said Mrs Mumble. “At least
one person will be happy!”
She gave the plums to her neighbour
and placed the feathers in her basket.
Mrs Mumble walked down the lane
until she came to the most beautiful
garden she had ever seen. It was
filled with sweet and lovely flowers,
but the peace and quiet was ruined
by a young couple who were having
a very loud argument.
“Horse hair!” said the man.
“Too tickly. Straw!” cried the woman.
When the man spotted Mrs Mumble
at the gate, he beckoned her to come
closer. “Perfect. This lady will settle
our argument,” he said.
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 “Madam, we’re making pillows. Do
you agree that horse hair makes the
best stuffing?”
“Not at all,” said Mrs Mumble.
“I told you so!” cried the woman.
“Straw is better.”
“No, that’s no good either,” said Mrs
Mumble. “Goose feathers are the
softest. I have a bag here, which I’m
willing to trade for some apples.”
She gave the feathers to the couple,
who were delighted.
“You’re right, there’s nothing better
than downy goose feathers,” said
the man, “but we don’t have any
apples to offer you.”
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“Perhaps we could give you some
flowers from our garden instead,”
suggested the woman.
“How lovely,” said Mrs Mumble.
So the couple filled up her basket
with a beautiful bouquet of flowers
– it smelt heavenly.
As Mrs Mumble waved goodbye,
she felt thoroughly pleased with
herself. “I may not have my apples,
but at least I stopped an argument.”
Shortly after, Mrs Mumble met a
young lord, who would have been
handsome if he hadn’t been wearing
such an unhappy frown.
“You look troubled,” said Mrs Mumble.
“It’s my lady’s birthday,” explained the
lord glumly, “and the court jeweller
forgot to make the ring I promised her.
Now I must visit her empty-handed.”
Mrs Mumble smiled. “Better to have
empty hands than an empty heart, but
don’t frown – I am sure your lady will
like these flowers.”
The young lord’s face lit up as she
handed him the bouquet. He looked
more handsome than ever.
“Thank you so much, my dear lady.
You have saved the day, but I must
give you something in return.”
He unfastened a gold chain from
around his neck and gave it to Mrs
Mumble, then he hurried away,
carrying the bouquet.
Mrs Mumble was amazed. “With this
gold chain I can buy all the apples
I need for my crumble and still have
lots of money to spare.”
She hurried towards the town, but on
the outskirts, she passed a mother
and her young son sitting outside
their cottage. They looked as sad as
she felt happy.
“Are you okay?” asked Mrs Mumble.
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“No.” The woman sighed. “We ate our
last crust of bread yesterday and we
don’t have a penny spare to buy
food.” Her son’s tummy rumbled.
“Well, how can I eat apple crumble
when these people can’t even afford
bread?” thought Mrs Mumble. “Here,
have this gold chain and sell it to buy
some food for yourself,” she said.
The mother gasped as Mrs Mumble
thrusted the gold chain into her hand.
“But we have nothing to give you in
return,” she said.
“That’s fine,” said Mrs Mumble, smiling.
However, as she was leaving, the boy
ran up to her and handed over their
little dog. “She’s good company and
she’ll guard your house,” he said.
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Mrs Mumble didn’t want a pet, but
she didn’t have the heart to say no,
so she put the little dog in her basket,
where it curled up snugly.
“A basket of plums, goose feathers, a
bouquet, a gold chain and now a dog!
I wonder if I’ll ever get my apples.”
Before long, she spotted a tree that
was weighed down with red apples.
An old man was sitting in its shade.
“That’s a fine apple tree,” she said.
“True, but these apples make pretty
poor company for a lonely old fellow
like me. I’d give them all up for a little
dog to sit by my side.” The old man
looked so miserable.
No sooner had he said it than the little dog leapt out of Mrs Mumble’s basket
and ran to him. She wagged her tail happily and the old man grinned.

“You can keep her for a basket of your apples,” said Mrs Mumble and, soon, she
was on her way home with a basketful of red, juicy apples.

She got home just in time to bake her apple

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Around the World Tale

PEREZ the Mouse By Luis Coloma

I
n Spain and many Spanish-speaking countries, when
little children lose a tooth, it’s not the tooth fairy who
comes to collect it, but a courageous mouse called Perez.
Here is the tale of his adventures with a king.
Bubi the First became the King of Spain when he was just six years old.
Because he was so young, he was very kind to children and his first act
was to build a toy factory and give away free toys.

One day, when he was eating supper, one of his

teeth began to wobble. His mother summoned
the royal dentist who declared that the tooth
needed to come out. Bubi was a brave boy,
so he let the dentist tie some thread around
the tooth, then the dentist pulled and pulled
until, eventually, the tooth popped out.

“What shall we do with it?” King Bubi asked

his mother, wiggling his tongue
around in the hole where the
tooth once grew.

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“We’ll put it in an envelope with a
polite letter and place it under your
pillow. If you are lucky, Perez the
Mouse will leave a gift in its place,”
explained his mother.
So King Bubi placed a letter and his
tooth under his pillow and he soon
drifted into a pleasant dream.
However, in the middle of the night,
he was woken by something tickling
his forehead. He sat up. There was
a little mouse wearing a straw hat
and a smart blue jacket. He had a
red satchel slung over his shoulder.
It was Perez the Mouse himself!
King Bubi gawped at his visitor.
“Good evening, Your Majesty,” said
the mouse, bowing politely.
“Good evening,” stuttered King Bubi,
who was not quite awake.
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long time. He told the king about
his travels through the pipes and
cellars of the city, and he talked
proudly of his daughters Elvira and
Adelaida. King Bubi was fascinated
by his stories.
Perez revealed that he had to be
on his way to collect a tooth from
another little boy, called Gilito.
“It will be difficult,” he sighed,
“as I have to pass through the
home of a very wicked cat.”
But King Bubi’s eyes lit up at the
thought of an adventure. “Please
let me come,” he begged.
The mouse stroked his whiskers.
He didn’t want to put the king in peril.
“It’s late and you should be asleep –
and I must go home first to pick up
Gilito’s gift.”
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 “Oh, I would love to see your home,”
cried King Bubi. “And it would be an
honour to meet your family.”
Perez was so flattered by this that
he agreed to take the king with him.
He scurried up King Bubi’s shoulder
and lightly tickled the end of his nose
with his tail.
The boy let out a sneeze and, in an
instant, he turned into a mouse with
golden fur and emerald-green eyes.
Perez took hold of Bubi’s paw and
they scampered into a small hole
under the king’s bed and into a long,
dark pipe. Every now and then, Perez
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would stop, twitch his whiskers and
look around to check for danger.
At last, they reached a large cellar.
It was lovely and warm and smelt
of cheese. Perez the mouse’s family
lived in an old biscuit tin behind a
stack of their favourite Gruyère
cheese. Perez led King Bubi inside
and introduced him to everyone.
“This is my wife, Mrs Mouse,” said
Perez, pointing to a pretty mouse
who was sitting by the fire. “And my
daughters Elvira and Adelaida, and
their governess, Miss Cheddar.”
 His daughters, who were even smaller than King Bubi,
were having a maths lesson, but they stopped to have tea
with their special visitor. Perez poured it into miniature cups
made from acorn caps and served it with dainty biscuits.

When they had finished, he went off to fetch his gift for Gilito
while Adelaida sang a sweet little ditty for the king and Elvira told
a story about a naughty kitten. Bubi was having a delightful time
and would have liked to stay longer, but Perez soon returned with
his red satchel. “I’m afraid it is time to go, Your Majesty.”

King Bubi said a sad goodbye to his new friends and Mrs Mouse
gave him a kiss on both cheeks. He scurried away with
Perez but, when they rounded the large stack
of Gruyère cheese, Bubi stopped
suddenly in astonishment.

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ca r ry ing s hin ing n e edles for swords.

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picture? Tick the boxes when you find them.

“I called in the troops,” explained
Perez. “I couldn’t let you undertake
such a dangerous mission without
protection, Your Majesty.”
The mice soldiers squeezed through
a gap ahead of them with Perez and
King Bubi close behind. They ran
for a long time before coming to an
abrupt halt by a small hole. King
Bubi could sense danger beyond it.
Perez cautiously peered through the
hole, then stepped back and nodded
to the guards, who scurried through.
Then Perez grabbed the king by a
paw and they plunged through the
hole into a bright kitchen.
The guards were lined up, swords at
the ready, because lying in front of a
glowing fire was a fat cat with vicious,
curved claws.
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King Bubi gulped, but, before he had
time to feel scared, Perez tugged at
his paw and they darted across the
kitchen, escaping into a hole on the
other side of the room. King Bubi’s
heart pounded, but they were safe.
Now they were in a gloomy, shabby
building. They raced up the stairs to
the attic, where Gilito slept. Everything
here was so old and threadbare. The
windows were cracked and the roof
had holes in it from which icicles hung.
King Bubi had never seen such a sad
place. He shivered when he saw Gilito
dressed in rags, sleeping on a bed of
straw with no blanket.
“How can a child live in such poverty?”
he thought, and he began to weep.
Perez brushed away the king’s tears
and dashed over to the bed, where
he put a golden coin in place of Gilito’s
tooth. It was enough to bring the boy
some comfort for a few weeks.
On the journey home, King Bubi
couldn’t stop thinking about Gilito.
When they reached his chamber,
Perez tickled his nose and the king
transformed into a boy again. The
two friends said farewell and King
Bubi finally fell into a deep sleep.
When his mother woke him in the
morning, Bubi was certain that his
adventure must have been a dream.
However, when he looked under his
pillow, he found a splendid diamond-
studded medallion. It was the ‘Order
of the Golden Fleece’ – the highest
honour anyone could get in Spain.
“How wonderful!” said his mother, but
King Bubi’s eyes filled with tears. He
felt ashamed.
“Mama, how is it right that
I have everything I could
ever wish for, yet there
are poor children who
have nothing?”
His mother squeezed his hand. “So
that you can find a way to help those
who are in need. You must be a big
brother to them all.”
King Bubi thought about this. He liked
the idea of being a big brother. “Then
that is what I shall do,” he said, and
he began by making sure that every
child had a warm bed, including Gilito.
For the rest of his reign, King Bubi
cared for every child in the land and,
to check that they were treated fairly,
he often went on adventures with
Perez the Mouse – the Spanish
tooth fairy. And that is how Bubi
grew up to be the finest king
Spain ever had.
Famous Fables

The Woodpecker
and the Lion
O ne day, Lion was eating his dinner when a sharp bone got
stuck in his throat. Lion felt so uncomfortable, he couldn’t
carry on eating. He let out a thunderous roar of pain and hunger.
Woodpecker had been snoozing on a nearby branch. When she heard the
lion’s angry roar, and she jolted awake, flapping her wings wildly in shock.

“What’s wrong?” she

squawked. But the bone
was lodged so tightly
and felt so sharp,
Lion couldn’t reply.

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No matter how hard he tried, Lion
could only whimper, groan and roar.
He stopped pacing back and forth
and pointed a paw to his throat.
Woodpecker flew over to Lion. “Is
something stuck in your throat?”
Lion nodded and let out a moan.
“Open wide,” said Woodpecker, who
was feeling a bit braver than usual.
Lion opened his mouth very wide. His
sharp teeth looked like knives glinting
in the sunlight. Woodpecker’s tiny legs
trembled, but she leant forward and
peered inside. She soon spotted the
bone – it was wedged sideways at the
back of Lion’s throat.
She hopped backwards and looked
up at Lion again. He had such a look
of suffering on his face, she felt she
had to help him, no matter how scary
he seemed. “Okay, Lion, I will remove
the bone from your throat, but only if
you promise you will let me fly out
again and not eat me. Promise?”
Lion nodded eagerly.
“You really, truly won’t eat me?” asked
Woodpecker.
Lion shook his head, groaning in pain.
“Okay, open very wide.”
Lion stretched his jaws wide open and
Woodpecker hopped forward, taking
a big nervous gulp.
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Her heart racing, Woodpecker hopped
into Lion’s gaping mouth. When she
reached the bone, she jabbed at it
with her beak. It wouldn’t budge.
She pecked at it again and again and
again until, at last, the bone moved.
Then she quickly grabbed it in her
beak and flew out of the lion’s mouth.
As she left, Lion snapped his jaw shut,
narrowly missing her tail feathers.
Woodpecker flew up to her perch,
safe from harm, and waited for Lion
to thank her, but all he did was shake
his mane, let out a mighty yawn and
carry on eating his meal. He didn’t
give a single word of thanks to the
brave woodpecker.
“Maybe he’s too hungry,” she thought.
A few days later, Woodpecker wanted
to feast on some ants in the anthill, but
a fallen tree blocked the entrance.
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“I know, I’ll ask Lion to help me. He’s
strong enough to move the trunk –
and he owes me a favour.”
She flew over to Lion and chirped, “As
I helped you the other day, Lion, could
you do something for me, please?”
“Do something else for you?” said the
Lion, smirking. “I have already done a
great deal for you. I had you right in
my mouth and I let you fly away. I did
you an enormous favour when I didn’t
eat you. That is all you can expect
from me – nothing more.”
Woodpecker shrugged. There was
no point in getting angry with a lion,
she decided, so she flew away from
the selfish lion and decided to look
for food elsewhere.
“I suppose it’s good to be kind,” she
thought, “even if you don’t get any
thanks for it. Sometimes helping
someone is all the reward
you need.”
 COMPARE IT!
The Lion and the Mouse is another fable in which a little
creature helps a mighty lion – but the ending and moral of
the tale are quite different. Read it in Storytime Issue 2 and
compare it with this fable. You can pick up Issue 2 from
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Tales from Today

Tyler Travels
Through Time By Alex Evans

It’s a little-known fact that cupboards under the stairs aren’t just for
locking up future wizards or for storing vacuum cleaners – some
are gateways to mysterious worlds, as Tyler Lee found out one day.

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Tyler was hanging up his school blazer and hoping for beans on toast for tea
when he spotted a strange glow coming from under the cupboard door. The glow
was getting gradually brighter.

Mr and Mrs Nelson, his carers, were always nagging Tyler for leaving the lights
on, so he opened the door to switch it off, but instead he found a huge luminous
ball hovering in mid-air right in front of him. Before Tyler even had the chance to
jump or shout, two big, bright eyes flashed open. The glowing sphere smiled and
said, “I thought you’d never come, Tyler. Hold on tight. Professor’s waiting.”

“What?” gasped Tyler. “But... what are you?”

“No time. I’ll explain later. Hold on tight with both hands. We need to get going.”

The light pulsed furiously. Before Tyler knew what he was doing, he was gripping
both sides of the sphere. It felt soft, like a big fluffy marshmallow.

Immediately, Tyler felt like he was plunging downwards – just like that time he
had whizzed down the biggest slide at the water park. His tummy flipped and the
plunging feeling stopped abruptly. His legs wobbled as he hit firm ground.

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Tyler yelped when he realised that he “Yes, Professor,” said Kyvak.
was gripping the head of a girl who
The professor smiled. “Welcome,
was roughly his own age. “How did
Tyler – ancestor of Kyvak!”
you do that?” he cried. “You were a
ball and now you’ve got a body.” “Where am I?” asked Tyler. “What
ancestor? What’s going on here?”
“Oh, I was a body all along. I just sent
my holo-brain to come and get you. “You’re on planet Earth in the year
Hi! My name’s Kyvak.” 2348,” explained Kyvak, “and this is
our 21st-century history class. You’re
Tyler spun around to get a better idea
my ancestor, Tyler. My great-great-
of his surroundings. They were in a
lots-of-greats-grandfather.”
large circular room with about twenty
children sitting around the edge. They “Woah!” Tyler gasped. “You’re telling
wore crisp white uniforms and silver me that I’m in the future right now –
glasses. Everything was shiny and and I’m your grandad?”
smooth, and illuminated by a soft blue
light. It looked like a laboratory. Kyvak laughed. “Yes, but my grandad
from over 300 years ago.”
A woman’s face suddenly popped up
on a giant screen. “Kyvak, did you
locate the ancestor?”

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in 30 0 years?
Tyler’s mind boggled. “You can’t just
take me to the future without asking
me first. What will Mr and Mrs Nelson
say? How will I get home again?”
“Don’t worry, Tyler,” said the professor,
“We’ll have you back in your own time
in an instant. Nobody will even know
you left, but we could really do with
your help right now.”
A dome rose from the centre of the
room and slid open to reveal a table
covered with strange objects. The
students blinked and their glasses
began to record everything. Words
and images flashed up before them.
“Tyler, several ancient relics have
been uncovered recently in a dig and
we are perplexed by one item in
particular,” said the professor.
A bright light shone on something
metallic. Tyler stepped forward to take
a closer look. He recognised it right
away. Mr and Mrs Nelson had one
just like it in their kitchen, but they
didn’t use it often.
“Any ideas?” asked the professor.
“It’s a tin opener,” explained Tyler.
Everyone looked at him blankly. “For
opening tins. Don’t you have tins?”
Tyler noticed a rusty tin on the table
with a faded baked beans label.
“Here.” He pressed the tin opener
firmly into the top of the tin until
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it pierced the metal, then he turned
the handle so that it cut all the way
round the edge of the lid. Carefully,
he removed the metal lid and looked
inside. He couldn’t believe it – the
beans still looked perfect!
“Simple,” he said. “Now it’s open.”
The students looked at him in awe.
“A tin opener, you say? Ingenious!”
said the professor. “You certainly
knew how to make the best of things
back then. No offence, of course.”
“Come on, we’d better get you home,”
said Kyvak.
“Is that all you wanted me for?” asked
Tyler, feeling disappointed.
“Well, would you like to come again?”
asked the professor.
“Definitely!” said Tyler.
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“Excellent,” said the professor. “Next
time, you can explain what that thing
around your neck does.” She nodded
at his school tie.
Kyvak used her holo-brain to take
Tyler home again, and soon Tyler was
back in the cupboard under the stairs.
Mrs Nelson saw him step out. “What
were you doing in there?” she asked.
“I was just turning the light off,” said
Tyler, undoing his tie.
“Well, get out of your school uniform.
It’s beans on toast for tea.”
Tyler grinned and wondered whether
she’d use the tin opener. “Yes, Mrs
Nelson. That sounds... ingenious.”
 Favourite Fairy Tales

The Princess
on the Glass Hill
O nce upon a time, a farmer owned a lush green meadow. He
would cut the long grass to make hay, then keep the hay in
his barn to feed the farm animals.

One midsummer’s day, he discovered that the grass in his meadow was gone – it
had been eaten. It grew back but, after that, the grass kept disappearing again and
again. Despairing, the farmer asked his three sons for help. “One of you must hide
in the barn and chase off whatever is eating my grass!”

“No problem, Father. I can chase off anything,” boasted the eldest son. He fancied
himself the most heroic of the three brothers and couldn’t wait to set out.

However, he hadn’t been in the barn for long when the ground began to rumble
and shake. The barn creaked so loudly, the eldest son ran away! When the
farmer checked in the morning, a lot of grass had gone.

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So the farmer asked his second son
to guard the meadow instead.
“Of course, Father. I won’t be scared
away by a bit of howling wind.” The
second son had been teasing his
older brother all day for running away.
When night fell, the second brother
settled down in the barn, but soon
the earth started to quake and the
barn began to shudder. It was even
worse than the first night. The second
son was so terrified, he bolted home.
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By morning even more grass had
been eaten, so the farmer asked his
youngest son, Boots, for help.
Boots was a good soul, but he was
treated badly by his older brothers,
who made him do all the dirtiest jobs.
They laughed when their father asked
him to guard the meadow. “He’ll run
away even faster than we did!”
But Boots ignored them and set off
for the barn where, soon enough, the
ground shook and the walls wobbled.
Boots stayed calm and suddenly
everything went quiet apart from
the sound of noisy chewing.
Boots peeped around the barn door
and was amazed to see a big horse
chomping on the grass. By its side
lay a saddle, a bridle and a suit of
armour made from shiny brass.
“So that’s what has been eating our
meadow grass,” said Boots. “I’ll have
to put a stop to that.”
He tiptoed outside, lifted the saddle
and quickly placed it on the horse’s
back. All at once, the horse became
still and tame. Boots stroked its mane
and led it into the barn, where he tied
it up by the brass bridle and armour.
He curled up next to it and fell asleep.
When he got home in the morning, he
said, “I didn’t hear anything, but I can
go out again tonight if you like.” Boots
knew that if he told his brothers about
the horse, they would take it from him.
Boots went out that night to check on
his new horse, and he was greatly
surprised when the earth started to
shudder again and the barn began
to clatter more loudly than before.
As before, Boots crept over, slipped
the saddle onto the horse’s back and
it instantly became tame. He led the
horse into the barn and tied it up.
When he got home at dawn, he said,
“I didn’t hear a thing, but I can stay in
the barn again tonight if you like.”
That night, Boots went to check on his
horses, but he was soon knocked off
his feet by a huge quake. Eventually,
everything went quiet again.
Boots looked outside and gasped.
There stood a horse even bigger than
the first two. It was grazing beside a
saddle, a bridle and a suit of armour
– all made of gold!

When everything fell silent, Boots

looked outside and was astonished
to find a horse even bigger than the
first. It was grazing beside a silver
saddle, a silver bridle and
a suit of silver armour.

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Boots threw the golden saddle over
the horse’s back and led it into the
barn. He fed all three wonderful
horses and fell asleep beside them.
The next morning, Boots’ father was
thrilled that the grass was still there.
As luck would have it, that very same
day, the king declared that anyone
who could ride up the famous glass
hill next to the palace and retrieve
three golden apples from the princess
would win half his kingdom.
Brave knights and princes travelled
from afar to conquer the great glass
hill. Boots’ brothers also decided to
take part in the challenge.
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When Boots asked to join them, they
said, “No! We can’t be seen with you.
Stay here and clean our shoes.”
“Very well,” said Boots.
When the brothers arrived at the hill,
they rode as fast as they could, but
as soon as their horses stepped on
the glass, they slid down again. It
was as smooth and slippery as ice.
As the day wore on, nobody could
get more than a metre up the hill
– not even the bravest princes and
knights. They rode and slipped and
rode and slipped until their horses
were too weary to lift a hoof.
Just as the king was about to end
the challenge, a knight appeared in

shining brass armour. He Once more, princes, knights and Boots’
was riding a huge horse with brothers tried to ride up the great glass
a brass saddle and bridle, and
he mounted the glass hill easily.
The princess – who was quite bored
by now – was thrilled to see someone
at last. However, when the knight was
only a third of the way up, he stopped
riding and waved at the princess. She
was so amused, she threw a golden
apple to him. The knight caught it and
galloped away into the forest.
That evening, the brass knight was the
talk of the whole kingdom but, because
he had disappeared, the king declared
the trial open for a second day.
The next day, before the brothers set
out for the challenge, Boots begged
them to let him join them.
“No! You’re not fit to be in the company
of heroes,” they said. “Stay here and
sweep up the ashes.”
“Very well,” said Boots.
hill but, instead, they rode and slipped
and rode and slipped until their horses
could gallop no more.
The king was about to call an end to
the competition when a knight rode up
on a horse even bigger and finer than
the one from the day before. It wore a
silver saddle and bridle and the knight
was dressed in smart silver armour
that gleamed in the sunlight.
The silver knight galloped up the hill
and, when he was only two-thirds of
the way up, he stopped riding and
waved at the princess. She liked the
silver knight even better than the one
in brass armour, so she threw the
second golden apple to him.
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The knight caught the apple and then
galloped down the hill, disappearing
into the forest.
That evening, the king announced a
third and final day of the challenge.
Once more, Boots asked his brothers
if he could come along.
“No! You’re too scruffy. You’ll make a
fool of us,” they said. “Stay here and
muck out the pig sty.”
“Very well,” said Boots.
The brothers left to try their luck, but
still nobody could get up the glass hill.
They rode and slipped and rode and
slipped until their horses collapsed.
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The king was about to end the contest
when a knight rode up on the finest
horse anyone had ever seen. It had
a golden saddle and bridle, and the
knight wore golden armour that was
brighter than the sun.
He galloped at the glass hill and
rode straight to the top. Once there,
he scooped up the last golden apple
from the princess’s lap and rode down
the hill, racing away into the forest.
That night, all everyone could talk
about was the knight’s amazing feat.
The next day, the king asked for the
owners of the golden apples to come
forward. The royal court was crowded
with people curious to learn the true
identities of the three knights, but
nobody approached the throne.
“Someone must have the apples!”
cried the king, exasperated.
Just then, a young man wearing rags
entered the palace leading the three
magnificent horses. It was Boots.
“Do you know who’s got the golden
apples, young man?” asked the king.
Boots’ brothers were stunned but the
princess grinned, because she saw
Boots for who he truly was – a good
soul. To celebrate his success, she
organised a huge feast with lots of
fresh hay for his three horses.
Some say that, apart from Boots’ two
mean-spirited brothers, they’re all still
making merry today!

“Yes,” said Boots. “I have.” He pulled

off his rags to reveal a golden suit of
Think About
armour and three golden apples.

The king beamed. “Congratulations!

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 Storytime
Playb x
Make a no-sew tooth bag for Perez the Mouse, climb our slippery
glass hill, and get creative in our silly hair salon.

1 SING A. Old MacDonald had a _ _ _ _ , E-I-E-I-O.

SONG B. F e, fi, fo, fum, Look out _ _ _ _ _ _ , here I come!
Jack has lost his voice
and he can’t remember
C. If you’re _ _ _ _ _ and you know it, _ _ _ _
the words to these top your _ _ _ _ _ .
tunes. Fill in the blanks
or make up your own D. T he wheels on the _ _ _ go _ _ _ _ _
and _ _ _ _ _ .
funny lyrics!
RIP

QUICK 3 SPOT IT!

QUIZ!
In our Famous Fable,
what does the lion get

2
There are eight pieces of
stuck in his throat?
Anansi’s pot of wisdom

b. Twig scattered across our puzzle

pages. Tick this box
a. Bone when you find
them all.

c. Feather
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4 MEMORY
TEST
How good is your memory? Turn
to our story Tyler Travels Through
Time and look at the objects
under the dome for 20 seconds.
Close the page and then write
down as many as you can
remember here.

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5 MAKE A MOUSEY TOOTH POUCH
up!

No need to sew – use craft foam or felt and glue to make sweet
little pouches to pop teeth inside for Perez the Mouse!
• On craft foam or felt, use a felt-tip pen to draw an equilateral
triangle (with three equal sides). Cut it out and round off each
corner so it looks like a fat teardrop. This is your mouse’s body.
• On the same craft foam or felt, draw two half-circle ear shapes.
Make them a bit longer than you need. Cut them out.
• Using PVA or hot glue, stick the bottom edge of each ear just
behind the mouse’s body. Now it should look more like a mouse.
• Using craft foam or felt in a different colour, cut out a pocket shape and two
smaller half circles. The pocket should be big enough to pop a tooth inside.
• Glue around the bottom edge and sides of the pocket only and stick it to the
front of the mouse. Glue one half circle to the front of each ear. Let everything dry.
• Using a good felt-tip pen, give your mouse eyes, a nose, whiskers and a mouth.
• Cut a short length of thread, tie a knot in one end and stick the other end to the
back of your mouse to make a tail.
• Use scissors or a hole punch to make a hole in the top of your mouse. Thread a
ribbon through to hang it from your doorknob, if you like.
• To finish, decorate the pocket with sticky gems, sequins or cut-out shapes. Your
pouch is ready for your next wobbly tooth! Why not pop a message in for Perez?

TIP!
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1. Plums, 2. Feathers, 3. Flowers, 4. Necklace, 5. Dog, 6. Apples.

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dice. Using coins as counters, follow
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Roll a 2: move up two spaces.
Roll a 3: stay where you are.
Roll a 4: slide back one space.

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