Tales from the Enchanted Wood

By Pálfi-Pethő Adrienn and Tibor Sziraki

‘I don’t want to go to the nursery! You’re not my friend!’ These sentences sound familiar to every family. As a mother I’ve also been looking for a panacea for anxiety, hissy, jealousy. I’ve tried to stuff their little backpacks with more and more experience about the importance of friendship, love and solidarity. Then on a sunny afternoon in May I gave them the best present, they could ever get: my TIME. And I started to tell bedtime stories to them. This has become our panacea.
The recipe: 1 book, 4 stories, huge imagination Sit down in a children’s room, stir the ingredients with nursery children and parents, cuddle, start daydreaming together, and the miracle happens to you as well! Nobody should forget their ‘goodnight kiss tickets’ at home!
‘Cross the gate of Dreamland with your goodnight kiss ticket, Fly away if you want to,  To a place, where your dreams come true.’

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Apr 17, 2017

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Tales from the

Enchanted Wood

To Marci and Berci

Adrienn Pálfi-Pethő

© Adrienn Pálfi-Pethő, Tibor Sziráki 2017

All rights reserved.

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ISBN 978-963-12-7530-8

Translated by:

Szilvia Nyeste-Tóth

The Star of Friendship

On a starlit, summer night Laura and Marty were cooling down in the woody meadow after a tiring, hard day’s work. The moon was shining down on the lake, and a display of fireworks rose to view in the distance. There was silence. Marty had been peering up at the sky for hours, but the little Magic Girl was moving around more and more impatiently on the checked blanket.

’Marty! Do you feel like playing a game of riddles with me?’ she asked quietly.

’Not now,’ Marty replied sharply.

’I’m bored!’ Laura resented.

’Then listen to the cricket chirping!’

Laura didn’t like his friend being silent, so she grew more and more exasperated.

’I’ve already listened to the cricket chirping, counted the fireflies, peered up at the stars, but now it’s time for you to play with me!’ and she stamped her foot angrily.

Marty looked at her, and caught sight of the Magic Girl’s cheeks becoming red, which was a clear sign of his little friend getting furious.

’Laura! I’m sorry, I can’t play with you now, because I’m searching for something.’

’Please, tell me what! If I can help you, we’ll find it sooner, and then we