fairy tales about children

When autumn comes, the sun starts setting earlier, more clouds frequently gather in the sky, and often there is a rainy period. Sometimes it rains for a little while, but sometimes it rains for entire weeks. One time, such bad weather came to our village as well. It was very windy and the clouds gathered up together. It was a proper storm. But when the storm passed, it kept on raining.

The entire city had already gone to sleep, except for a small light shimmering in one window. It was in an attic room. There, beneath the covers, a small boy named Carlton was hiding. He was shining a flashlight at the book he was reading. He was supposed to have been asleep for a long time now. He liked books and reading so much that he couldn’t tear himself away from them. Right now, he was reading about two friends saving a koala bear from poachers. Both boys were in danger and their koala too. It was very suspenseful. Carlton was literally devouring each word. When he turned the page, something strange appeared instead of the next part of the story. A sort of a magical incantation – words written in a different font.

In one faraway foreign land, there stood a small house, completely by itself. It was an older house. It had a rotten red roof, big old creaking windows, and it was made entirely out of wood. A grandmother, a grandfather, and their grandson lived in it.

Two children lay on a large meadow full of flowers. A girl called Claire and a boy called Oliver. Claire was an adorable girl with green eyes like a cat’s and fair hair. Oliver was her best friend, with tousled hair and big eyes. They did everything together. They couldn’t even remember ever being without one another. Oliver protected Claire and helped her, and she liked him very much. They both liked the stars. And so every night, as darkness fell and little lights began appearing in the sky, they would lay down next to each other in the meadow and look at them.

When autumn comes, it’s often windy outside. The wind is trying to help trees shed as many leaves as possible. And so it blows and blows, in all directions. This wind is the best kind for flying kites. That’s why children in one small town decided to organize a kite parade. All the children were supposed to come to a big meadow after school and fly their kites there. But they had no idea who would join them in the meadow.

Once upon a time, in the heart of Chicago, there was a neighborhood called Little Italy. It was home to many Italian-Americans who were proud of their heritage and loved sharing it with others. Among the residents of Little Italy was a little boy named Marco. Marco was seven years old and went to kindergarten at St. Joseph’s School. He loved going to school and learning new things every day.