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A king wants a splendid elephant for himself. Then, why does he let it go back to the forest as soon as he finds one. Let's read and find out!  Long, long ago,  in a forest, lived an elephant. He was big and strong and his skin was as white as milk. The white elephant loved his mother more than anything else in the world. More than himself, more than the sweet wild berries and fruits on the trees in the the forest, more than the juicy tubers hidden in the ground. The white elephants mother was blind. He would take good care of her. He found a nice, cool cave for her. In front of the cave, was a lake full of clear, shining water and lotuses. Water always makes an elephant's heart glad. The white elephant would fast feed his mother, only then would he eat. Whenever he could, he would tell her stories and tell her how the forest looked in the hot summer and during the monsoon when it poured. He would speak to her of the hills, of squirrels, birds and butterflies with b...

About the Story  This story throws light on the honest behaviour of a poor woodcutter. Let's read how he made the river Goddess happy by showing his honesty.  Ramu was a poor woodcutter in a village. He was the only man to earn money for his family. One day when he was cutting a dry branch of a tree on the bank of a river, his axe slipped from his hand and fell down into the river. At this the woodcutter began to weep loudly. At that very time, the river Goddess came out and saw the woodcutter. She offered him a golden axe. But the woodcutter refused to take it. He said, It is not mine. Then the river Goddess gave him a silver axe. He did not accept this axe also. Then she gave the woodcutter his own iron axe. Seeing his axe the woodcutters joy knew no bounds. He cried out, This is my axe! This is my axe! The river Goddess was pleased at the woodcutters honesty. She gave him the golden and the silver axe as a reward of his honesty. Ramu was very happy now. Mortal...

About the Story Friends! We should always be happy with what we have. Sometimes, in want of getting more, we even lose the things that we have. This story is the best example of it. So never be greedy. One day, a naughty dog stole a big, juicy bone from a butcher's shop. He ran away as fast as he could. He ran out of the town and across the fields. He crossed the bridge to go to the other side of the river. Ha, I am safe now! he thought happily. But, when he looked down at the river, he jumped up in surprise. There was another dog staring up at him. He had a big, juicy bone in his mouth too! Hey, his bone's bigger than mine! thought the dog. He growled at the dog in the river. The dog growled back. I want your bone! barked the naughty dog. But as he opened his mouth, the bone dropped down. It fell into the water with a great splash. When he looked down in the water, all he could see was himself. The other dog wasn't there. There was no bone too. Ah, I was ...

About the Story This story gives us a message that we should never put birds in cages. Let's read how two kids with their grandfather set the birds free to fly in the open sky. Arya and Aashu are siblings. They wanted to buy a pet dog. They told it to their grandfather. Their grandfather took them to a pet shop. There they saw dogs, cats and rabbits. They liked them. They also saw some cages. There were small parakeets in small cages. There were white and grey pigeons in a big cage. They could not fly. Arya and Aashu bacame sad to see the birds in cages. Aashu began to cry. Grandfather said to the shopkeeper, Why don't you let these birds free. I have caught them to sell, how can I let them free? said the shopkeeper. Grandfather decided to teach him a lesson. He said, Ok, I want to buy them all. The shopkeeper went inside the storeroom to bring the birds. But as soon as the shopkeeper entered the storeroom, grandfather locked the door from outside. The shopkeep...

Mohammad Arbaz Arya was a very big name for a very little boy. I remember him as Arya which was what everybody called him. He lived in a small village near the foot of a mountain. His home was a mud but with a thatched roof. He had helped his family built it. Arya wore a cotton dhoti and a simple vest. He herded and milked his father's cows and collected firewood. He was a playful boy who loved to climb trees and play in the expansive green fields. He relished the hot gruel his mother cooked for him on a simmering coal fire. One day, Arya's father sent him on an errand. He was to go to the next village to bring some medicines from the doctor for his sick granny and get back as soon as he could. Remember, Arya,'' his father said, you must return home right after the job is done, no dilly-dallying! There is a solar eclipse today and you must not be outside under any circumstances. Go fast. Arya interrupted his father with a child's curiosity, Why is it dangerous, f...