Fairy tales about children

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.

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.

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.

Above a large green valley, there stood a spring kingdom. Flowers grew there all year round, a rainbow stood proudly over the castle walls, and trees blossomed in the kingdom’s gardens. People far and wide talked about this spring kingdom.

Rosie and Lisa were two inseparable girls. They were like day and night, like water and fire. So different, but such close friends. Rosie had long red hair like flames and eyes as black as coal. Lisa was a girl with short fair hair, and her eyes were as green as a cat’s.

In a black forest, deep inside by the rocky cliffs, there lived a bandit. He had a long braided beard and a torn hat on his head. His bushy black hair stuck out from beneath it. He lived next to the tallest cliffs, inside a concealed cave. He wasn’t mean; he simply didn’t know anything other than robbing people.

Near a dark forest, there stood a small cottage. A grandfather and a grandmother lived in it. Each holiday, their granddaughter Anette came to visit them. A little girl with brown hair as straight as nails and an enchanting smile. She spent every free day at her grandmother’s and grandfather’s cottage. But one holiday, something happened that Anette would never forget.