Moral-Lesson

Aggie and the Alligator Gar One sunny afternoon, Aggie the alligator was flying her aeroplane high above the familiar swamp she used to call home. As she looked down at the winding rivers and clusters of trees, something unusual caught her eye. In the waters below was a creature she had never seen before. Its long, scaly body glistened in the sunlight, and its snout looked strikingly like hers, but this creature had no legs. It was swimming gracefully through the water, like a snake but much larger. ...

Aggie the Alligator and the Golden T-Rex Long ago, in the swamps of Florida, there lived an alligator named Aggie. Unlike other alligators, Aggie dreamt of flying in the skies. She tried many ways of learning to fly, but she just wasn’t able to soar into the skies like the birds do. So she did what humans do. She learned to fly an aeroplane! One day, after many flights over the swamps and nearby towns, Aggie decided to embark on her greatest adventure yet. She packed her plane with supplies and took off, soaring higher and farther than she ever had before. For days she flew over oceans, islands, and mountains, until she came upon a mysterious island surrounded by sparkling blue waters. ...

Once upon a time, deep in the swamps of Florida, there lived an alligator named Aggie. Aggie wasn’t like the other alligators. While they were happy swimming in the murky water or basking in the sun, Aggie spent her days gazing at the sky. “I want to fly,” she would say to anyone who’d listen. The other animals chuckled. “Alligators don’t fly, Aggie,” they said. But Aggie refused to give up. ...

Long, long ago, the ocean was full of magic, and the creatures of the sea were very different from the way they are today. In those ancient days, dolphins were the great helpers of the ocean. They were wonderfully friendly towards people, and whenever a ship got into trouble, the dolphins would rush to the rescue. One stormy afternoon, a grand Greek sailing ship bound for the famous city of Athens was caught in a tempest. The wind howled — WHOOSH! — and the great waves smashed against the wooden hull. Then, with a loud CRACK, the ship struck a hidden rock and began to sink, just off the coast near Piraeus, the busy port town where all the ships docked. ...

Long ago, the colours of the world were not part of anything big or beautiful. They lived alone: each a single bold line stretched across their own corner of the world. Red glowed over deserts. Green shimmered in jungles. Blue waved over oceans. And the others, Orange, Yellow, Indigo, and Violet, each had their own faraway place to shine. Sometimes, the colours would swap places, zipping across the skies like streaks of paint. And sometimes, they would all find themselves drawn to the same place, right at the top of the world, the Arctic, where the ice sparkled like glass and the sky was wide and clear. ...

Once upon a time, on a busy little farm at the edge of a green valley, there lived a dog named Buster. Buster was small and furry and had a very big attitude. He loved chasing mice, barking at the post van, and finding the cosiest spots on the farm for long, lazy naps. One chilly afternoon, Buster went looking for somewhere warm to rest. He trotted into the big wooden barn and smelled something wonderful: fresh, sweet-smelling hay. ...

In the heart of the sunny, green Valley of Everbrook lived a very special object: a big, copper cooking pot that sat right on the village square. It wasn’t shiny or fancy; in fact, it looked quite ordinary, but everyone in Everbrook knew it was the most important thing they owned. They called it the Magic Pot. The pot had one simple, amazing rule. When you put an ingredient inside and started cooking, the amount you put in didn’t just cook, it instantly multiplied by ten! ...

Long ago in ancient Greece, music floated through the hills and valleys like a soft golden mist. And none played music more beautifully than Apollo, the god of music himself. His fingers danced across his lyre, sending out notes that shimmered in the air and made even the birds stop singing to listen. Everyone agreed: no one could match Apollo’s music. But one day, while resting under an olive tree on his island of Delphos, Apollo overheard a rumour from passing travellers. ...

Long ago, in a little mountain town, there stood a school at the edge of a steep hillside. The children loved to play there, and every morning their laughter rang out like bells. But deep inside the mountain, the earth was restless. Heavy rains had soaked the ground, and a landslide was waiting to happen. One afternoon, a gentle traveller came through the town. Nobody knew his name, but he had kind eyes and a voice that calmed even the most restless child. When he saw the school on the slope, he felt a shiver in his heart. He could sense danger beneath the soil. ...

Once upon a time, during a long, hot summer, a cheerful grasshopper spent his days hopping through the fields, singing his favourite songs. He loved the warm sunshine, the sweet smell of the flowers, and the delicious taste of the juicy green leaves. All around him, he saw ants busily working. They were carrying heavy grains of wheat, tiny seeds, and other bits of food back to their anthill. “Why do you work so hard?” the grasshopper asked them, laughing. “The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and there’s plenty of food everywhere! Come and sing with me!” ...