The North Wind and the Sun

Once upon a time, North Wind and Sun were having an argument about which one was the stronger.
The North Wind boasted of great strength. The Sun argued that there was great power in gentleness.
"We shall have a contest," said the Sun.

Just at that time, a person wearing a long coat came by.
The two agreed that whichever one was able to make the person take off his coat first was the strongest.
The North Wind first tried his power and blew with all his might, but the keener his blasts, the closer the Traveler wrapped his cloak around him, until at last, resigning all hope of victory, the Wind called upon the Sun to see what he could do.

Then, the Sun came out from behind a cloud. Sun warmed the air and the frosty ground. The man on the road unbuttoned his coat.

The sun grew slowly brighter and brighter.
The Traveler no sooner felt his genial rays than he took off one garment after another, and at last, fairly overcome with heat, undressed and bathed in a stream that lay in his path.


Moral: Persuasion is better than Force.

Why the Evergreen Trees Keep Their Leaves in Winter

When winter coming one day all the birds flew away to the warm south, to wait for the spring. But one poorly little bird had a broken wing and he could not fly.
“Oh~! How can I do, I must have seek some place to rest”

He looked all round and found the trees of the great forest where he could keep warm.
"Perhaps the trees will keep me warm through the winter," he said.

So he hopping and fluttering with his broken wing to the tree. The first tree he came to was a slim silver birch.
"Beautiful birch-tree," he said, "will you let me live in your warm branches until the springtime comes?"
"Dear me!" said the birch-tree, "what a thing to ask! I have to take care of my own leaves through the winter; that is enough for me. Go away."

The little bird hopped and fluttered with his broken wing until he came to the next tree. It was a great, big oak-tree.
"O big oak-tree," said the little bird, "will you let me live in your warm branches until the springtime comes?"
"Dear me," said the oak-tree, "what a thing to ask! If you stay in my branches all winter you will be eating my acorns. Go away."

So the little bird hopped and fluttered with his broken wing till he came to the willow-tree by the edge of the brook.
"O beautiful willow-tree," said the little bird, "will you let me live in your warm branches until the springtime comes?"
"No, indeed," said the willow-tree; "I never speak to strangers. Go away."

The poor little bird did not know where to go; but he hopped and fluttered along with his broken wing. Presently the spruce-tree saw him, and said, "Where are you going, little bird?"

"I do not know," said the bird; "the trees will not let me live with them, and my wing is broken so that I cannot fly."
"You may live on one of my branches," said the spruce; "here is the warmest one of all."
"But may I stay all winter?"
"Yes," said the spruce; "I shall like to have you."

The pine-tree stood beside the spruce, and when he saw the little bird hopping and fluttering with his broken wing, he said, "My branches are not very warm, but I can keep the wind off because I am big and strong."
So the little bird fluttered up into the warm branch of the spruce, and the pine-tree kept the wind off his house; then the juniper-tree saw what was going on, and said that she would give the little bird his dinner all the winter, from her branches. Juniper berries are very good for little birds.

The little bird was very comfortable in his warm nest sheltered from the wind, with juniper berries to eat.
The trees at the edge of the forest remarked upon it to each other:
"I wouldn't take care of a strange bird," said the birch.
"I wouldn't risk my acorns," said the oak.
"I would not speak to strangers," said the willow. And the three trees stood up very tall and proud.

That night the North Wind came to the woods to play. He puffed at the leaves with his icy breath, and every leaf he touched fell to the ground. He wanted to touch every leaf in the forest, for he loved to see the trees bare.
"May I touch every leaf?" he said to his father, the Frost King.

"No," said the Frost King, "the trees which were kind to the bird with the broken wing may keep their leaves."
So North Wind had to leave them alone, and the spruce, the pine, and the juniper-tree kept their leaves through all the winter. And they have done so ever since.

(Adapted from Florence Holbrook's A Book of Nature Myths.)

King Midas and Golden Touch

Once upon a time there was a king name Midas who was a foolish and greedy man. He wanted to be the richest man in the world. All he care about was gold and gold and gold…

He sent his tax collector into the kingdom to do his gold gathering for him. As he grew richer and richer his people grew poorer and poorer.

One day an old satyr came to King Midas' palace. Midas recognised him as Silenus, a friend of the god Dionysus.

Instead of sending Silenus away King Midas invited him to stay and enjoy his hospitality.

The god Dionysus was pleased Midas had helped his friend and offered to grant Midas a wish.

King Midas wished that everything he touched would turn to gold. Then he would be the richest man in the world.

Although Dionysus tried to dissuade him, Midas insisted that the wish was an excellent one, and it was granted!

The god kept his promise and sure enough, everything Midas touched turned to gold. Excitedly, Midas went about touching all sorts of things, turning them into gold. He went round his palace using his new power.

Soon Midas became hungry. He picked up a piece of food, but he couldn't eat it. "I'll starve. All food and wine turned to gold when I touched it!, I couldn't eat or drink." moaned Midas.

And when Midas' beloved daughter, seeing his dismay, threw her arms about him to comfort him, and, she too turned to gold! "The golden touch is no blessing, perhaps this was not such a good wish after all!"

Midas begged Dionysus to remove the spell. Dionysus told Midas how he could get rid of the gift.

Midas went to the river Pactolus and washed washed his 'golden touch' away The sand of that river turned as yellow as "fool's gold" for it is there, they say, that King Midas washed away the curse of the golden touch with his own tears

Wilma Rudolph : a miracle life's tale.

Someone life are not different like a miracle tale

Wilma Glodean Rudolph was born prematurely at 4.5 lbs. She was the 20th child of 22 children. Her father was a railroad porter and her mother was a maid.

When was four years old, she had a disease called polio which causes people to be crippled and unable to walk.

Wilma Rudolph and her caring family didn't let polio prevent her from reaching her full potential. But to make matters worse, her family was poor and could not afford good medical care. She was from a large family.

Several times a week Wilma went with her mother, Blanche Rudolph, to the nearest hospital that serviced African Americans. Unfortunately this was nearly 50 miles from her home; but Wilma persisted,

The doctors had said she would not be able to walk. but the doctors said she needed to give Wilma a massage every day by rubbing her legs. She taught the brothers and sisters how to do it, and they also rubbed her legs four times a day.

and by the age of 12, she was able to walk correctly.

Once her legs started to work, it was impossible to hold Wilma back; she kept reaching higher and higher. She started out slow, seeing as how she hadn't grown up as an athlete, and lost often at the beginning but she was determined to succeed as an athlete and worked hard to achieve it. While she was attending Burt High School, however, she picked up fast and began setting record after record. She found a love for basketball and she continued to play throughout her life. But what got Wilma the most attention was her profoundly excellent track and field abilities.

By the time she was 16, she earned a berth on the U.S. Olympic track and field team and came home from the 1956 Melbourne Game with an Olympic bronze medal in the 4 × 100-meter relay.

But this wasn't enough for the aspiring, strong willed athlete. Wilma wanted to show everyone that she had brains to match her brawn; she attended Tennessee State University. There, she earned a Bachelor's degree in education. Wilma also competed at the 1960 Summer Olympics and won an amazing three Gold metals.

Wilma Rudolph showed the world that nothing, not even being poor, born prematurely, nor having polio could prevent her from reaching her goals. Today people everywhere look up to and respect her for overcoming those amazing hardships.

Wilma Rudolph

born in 1940 - died 1994

The Crow and the Pitcher

A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it.

He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher.

Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher.

....

At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench his thirst and save his life.

Little by little does the trick.

based on Aesop's fable story

Kids and Tales

Anyone who has grown up today, all have been through the ages of the children. And what is a partner with children and contribute to strengthening the development of learning in children is TALE.

Hear tales of father or mother before bedtime in the warm embrace is happy moment for the little kids.

"Tale" is a good friend for kids. Ready to bring the children to create a fantasy world. With enjoy, fun, entertainment, beauty and a dream to build understanding. Children have been absorbing knowledge and experience has infinitely.

"Tale" is a "bridge" that will fry form adults to children to share the love, mercy and good sense of experience. That is important for children should be from childhood years. It is the age with a sensitive soul. And are sensitive to absorption into a way of life in the next days.

"Tale" and "children" are all matched and will always remain together forever. kidstale.blogspot.com have seen the importance of the tale story. We has collected a ton of tale to offer to you and the children all have tales to be an important tool to strengthen development of them to have become part of the world's best in the future.

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