Adaption

Once upon a time, in a bright green forest, there lived a little hare named Hazel. Hazel was the most popular animal in the whole wood. She was cheerful and kind, and she had a bright smile for everyone she met. Because she was so nice, all the other animals claimed to be her very best friend. Every morning the horse neighed happily when he saw her. The bull gave a friendly nod. The goat bleated a warm hello. The ram waved, and the little calf trotted along beside her. ...

An old farmer once kept in his yard an ox, a ram, a goose, a chicken, and a pig. With guests coming for dinner over the holidays, he said to his wife, “Old woman, we shall need meat for the holidays. I’ll kill the chicken in the morning.” The chicken, who happened to be listening at the door, fled to the forest as fast as his legs could carry him. When the farmer came out before sunrise to wring his neck, there was no chicken anywhere to be found. ...

A Mid-Autumn Festival story for children. A long, long time ago, so long that the stars hadn’t yet learned to twinkle, the sky had ten suns. Yes, ten! Each sun was a bright golden child of the Sky Emperor. They took turns crossing the heavens, one each day, lighting the world, warming the earth, and letting people plant their crops. For many centuries, everything was peaceful. When one sun finished his journey, he would dive behind the mountains and the next would rise. The people sang songs of gratitude, and the earth bloomed. ...

If you look up at the night sky on a clear evening, you might see a group of seven bright stars shaped like a big spoon. That’s called the Big Dipper. In Chinese, it’s known as Bei Dou (北斗, the Northern Dipper). In Chinese stories, the Big Dipper isn’t just a group of stars. It’s believed to be a group of heavenly beings — seven shining stars who help the Jade Emperor, the great ruler of the heavens, keep balance in the world. ...

Once upon a time, in a village on the edge of a great forest, there lived a fox and a wolf. They were not exactly friends, but sometimes they travelled together. You see, the fox was clever, but not very strong. The wolf was strong, but not very clever. And so, they often used each other’s company to get what they wanted, especially food. The wolf was much bigger, and he often bullied the fox. “Go and find me something to eat,” the wolf growled. “Or else I shall make you my supper instead!” ...

The sun was blazing in the sky, and not a single cloud floated above the forest. The trees stood still, their leaves drooping from the heat. Birds hid in the shade. Streams were dry. Puddles had vanished. Flap-flap-flap! A black crow named Kuro soared over the treetops. His throat was dry, and his wings felt heavy. “Caw. I need water,” he croaked, blinking against the sunlight. “Just one drop!” He flew past sleepy owls, over dusty fields, and across a patch of thorns. But there was no sign of water anywhere. ...

Once upon a time, in a quiet green village, there lived an old farmer named Hari. He had four sons: Ravi, Devi, Kiri, and Movi. The brothers had grown up strong and smart. They helped their father in the fields every day, digging soil, planting seeds, and carrying heavy baskets of crops. But there was one big problem: they argued all the time. “You stepped on my row of carrots again!” Ravi would shout. ...

Once upon a time, in a green and leafy meadow, there lived a very busy caterpillar named Crispin. Crispin had a strict routine. Every morning, as soon as the sun peeked over the trees, he left his little house to look for the tastiest leaves in the meadow. Crunch, munch, slurp, he loved his leafy meals. But before he could go anywhere, Crispin had to put on his shoes. One shoe, two shoes, three shoes, all the way to one hundred shoes! It took him so long that sometimes the sun was already high in the sky before he finally stepped outside. ...

A long time ago, in the valley of the Brahmaputra River in India, there lived six men who loved to boast about their wit and their learning. Though they were no longer young, and though all six had been blind since birth, they would compete with one another to see who could tell the tallest story. Every evening, when the sun was setting behind the palms and the air was full of wood smoke and spices, one of the old men would begin a new tale. ...

Once upon a time, in a high stone castle overlooking the misty mountains of Switzerland, there lived an old count. The count was a proud man who cared a great deal about power and grand titles. He had only one son, a quiet boy named Swiss. But to the count’s great disappointment, Swiss was not clever with swords or with strategy. Whatever his father tried to teach him, nothing seemed to stay in the boy’s head. ...