WHISPERS OF THE ENCHANTED FOREST Magical Journeys for Little Ones: Bedtime stories that are distinct, enjoyable, and calming, delivering numerous moral lessons and igniting enthusiasm for reading

By Deborah Nunez

Embark on a captivating journey through "Whispers of the Enchanted Forest: Magical Journeys for Little Ones," where every page is a portal to a realm of wonder and whimsy. In this enchanting collection, young readers will be transported to a magical world filled with talking animals, mischievous fairies, and daring adventures.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deborah Nunez
• Release date: Dec 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798869088949

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WHISPERS OF THE ENCHANTED FOREST

Magical Journeys for Little Ones

Bedtime stories that are distinct, enjoyable, and calming, delivering numerous moral lessons and igniting enthusiasm for reading

Deborah Nunez

Copyright © by Deborah Nunez 2023.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DONKEY AND THE MEAN FARMER      5

THE MAN FROM THE MOUNTAIN      7

FAMER AND RANCHER      23

THE SNAILS AND THE STUDENT      34

ONCE UPON A TIME, A BEAR VISITED THE CIRCUS.      38

THE BAD TOADS OF BANGKONG      44

GENIE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED      49

THE SON OF A BOOK KEEPER      51

THE PEA DANCE       71

THE THREE LITTLE DOLPHINS      75

SMILKY AND LITTLE SUN      79

THE DREAMING WING      83

THE INDIAN KID      89

THE GOAT WHO LACKED MILK TO FEED HER CHILD      106

THE SNOWMAN      110

ULO WISHES TO FLY      113

LITTLE SPIDER      117

MOUNTAIN OF SNOW      121

ANT WARRIOR STICK      136

NOSY BEE AND BUTTERFLY      142

THE DONKEY AND THE MEAN FARMER

Once upon a time, there was a donkey that had worked for his farmer owner for many years.

He'd gone above and above for his owner. He'd brought stones to aid in the construction of his home. During the summer, he carried straw, and during the wine harvest, he carried grapes. In the fall and winter, the farmer would collect wood to fuel his fire. Large cans of water were used to irrigate the fields when it was dry. In other words, the donkey had toiled his whole life.

When the donkey became fatigued, he was becoming old. He couldn't lift hefty weights as he used to. At first, the farmer just thrashed him and called him sluggish. What ungratefulness! When he discovered the donkey couldn't pull the weights he used to, he decided to let him go. I can't afford to feed worthless mouths, he thought, so what am I expected to do with this lethargic animal? He took the donkey at dark and left him on the mountain for the wolves to consume.

It didn't take long for the donkey to hear them wailing. Five of them approached him, their eyes gleaming like flaming embers. They were only a few yards away. The donkey waited attentively, his eyes closed. He simply prayed it would all be over soon. He then heard more wailing coming from the other way. He blinked his eyes open. Another wolf group was coming. A massive brawl erupted. The donkey, unable to believe his good fortune, carefully slid away and down the mountain before the wolves knew he was gone. He eventually arrived at the

village. With nowhere else to go, the donkey returned to his former owner's home. He was starting to grow hungry!

Outside the farmer's home, all was silent. Then he saw two shadows emerging from the window. Thieves, he reasoned. He sneaked up behind them and kicked them with his rear legs. They had both been knocked unconscious. The farmer was startled awake by the noise. He walked out, astonished. Despite the fact that I abandoned you to be devoured alive by wolves, you protected me from the robbers! What a scumbag I am! But, starting now, I'm going to change and make amends.

And, fact, the farmer improved himself. He placed the donkey in his manger and fed him the nicest straw he could find. He just had him perform little tasks and drive his grandkids around. So the donkey lived happily ever after till he died.

THE MAN FROM THE MOUNTAIN

Bill, a mountain guy who had been living in northern Alberta, Canada, for the previous 30 years or so, had to travel into town to do his monthly selling and buying. He would sometimes wait two or three months before making the journey.

He wasn't especially good with people, and as a result, he lived a two-hour drive from the nearest town, in the middle of nowhere. However, the mountain guy was incredibly skilled with his hands. He could create very beautiful artwork with a piece of wood and a knife or a little axe.

Land that distant from the next town was dirt cheap when Bill acquired his property many decades ago, and he fell in love with it the instant he saw it.

Anyway, his 600+ acres were directly on a major lake, and because no one else lived there, he claimed ownership of the lake.

Bill had erected his log cabin about 30 feet from the water's edge.

neighboring workshop. The mountain guy took pleasure in constructing his house, and that was exactly what it was for him, a home and a roof over his head. In today's society, however, it would be a vacation property worth a lot.

He disliked weapons, but the guy needed to hunt in order to eat meat. As a result, he fashioned himself a bow and arrows, which served as his hunting equipment. Not only that, but Bill become very excellent at it, never taking more than he needed and always thanking the animal he killed for giving him its life.

That was where and how he lived, and now he was on his way to town to sell some of the furniture he had constructed. He went to one of the few individuals he trusted for that, received the price he wanted, then proceeded to the food shop to get some products he couldn't manufacture himself. Bill then returned home after filling up his tank and a couple of barrels with gas.

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The whole trek took him just five hours, but that was more than enough for him, and he was relieved to be back in the mountains. After unloading the barrels and supplies, he deposited the proceeds from the sale of his furniture in a location where Bill already had a little sum stashed away.

When he returned to his vehicle to carry the final grocery bag inside his home, he noticed a crunching noise coming from the rear.

Darn animals, he thought, how did they get inside the truck and consume his food?

Bill grabbed an axe that was still stuck in his splitting block in case the animal in the vehicle attacked him. He opened the rear of his canopy and was surprised that he didn't have to protect himself.

In surprise, he peered at a seven or eight-year-old youngster sitting nearby, his wide brown eyes fixed on him. Of course, he was eating some of Big Bill's goods as well.

What are you doing here? questioned the mountain guy.

The youngster simply stared at him and chewed.

What is wrong with you? You don't speak English? He went on to say.

The youngster got a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket. He scribbled 'I cannot talk' on it and gave it to