All children should know the classic fairy tales and the characters that appear in them before they go to school. Fairy tales for preschoolers develop speech, thinking, attention and memory, and on top of that they carry a moral lesson. Whether you read them before nap time at kindergarten or at home, you’re sure to grow fond of more than one of them.
I’m sure you remember the story of Mia, the curly-haired girl who didn’t want to brush her teeth. Was Mia persuaded by a magical fairy who visited her little room one evening? We’re about to find out! After the fairy’s visit, which Mia didn’t see because the fairy didn’t show up and never called her again, she thought she’d change.
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Once upon a time there was a curly-haired little girl named Mia. Little Mia lived with her parents on a farm full of all kinds of animals. She liked to take care of piglets and cows, but most of all she loved her little dog,Goody. Mia was an obedient little girl and always helped her parents on the farm, but the only thing she didn’t like was brushing her teeth.
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It was February. Mornings were still frosty and now and then, a few snowflakes fell. A blanket of snow was still covering the hills and ice glistened on the surface of ponds and lakes. A stately willow tree stood by one of the ponds. And every day, waterman Scruff sat in that willow tree. He wore a warm green coat and a red cap, his periwinkle-green hair sticking out from under it. The waterman sat in the willow tree above the pond every day, watching over his friends the carps and catfish who lived in the pond.
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At the edge of a town, in a small house, there lived a painter. He painted pictures and various posters. And all he painted were animals. In some of his pictures, a cat with boots was proudly striding along, in others there were hedgehogs with apples, and in another, he painted a mouse with cheese. All of the painter’s pictures and posters were hanging on display in his garden.
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In a faraway African land, where animals live freely in nature, a story took place which I will now tell you about. It was a story about friendship and courage.
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When night comes, a sliver of the moon appears in the sky and stars start to flicker around it. Some of them shine more, some less. But all of them look very pretty in the sky. If you look at the moon really well, you can see someone sitting on it. That’s Dozy the Elf. He sits on the moon, swinging his feet in the air. His sky-silver coat sparkles beautifully in the black sky and his glittery hair blows in the air.
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Once upon a time there was a little duckling. His name was Yellow and he lived by a small lake full of happy little fish. From the moment Yellow first saw the sun, he was always alone. He only vaguely remembered his little brothers and sisters. His friends were just small, playful fish who always helped him and taught him everything.
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Once upon a time there was a little blond boy named William who loved to play with toy cars. His favourite one in his room was a little red car called Red. But it was not an ordinary car, it was a magical little car that had been guarding Willy since he was born. Whenever the little boy came home from school sad, it came to him to cheer him up and to play with him.
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Philip was a restless little boy. He was in the first grade and didn’t enjoy school at all. He didn’t want to learn. He didn’t enjoy the Czech language because he didn’t like to read. He didn’t like maths because he didn’t like to count. Art or work activities were a torture for him.
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Beyond a few woods and a few fields was a pond. A few water lilies were floating on it and reeds grew around it. There were regular sounds coming from the reeds. “Quack, quack, quack.” Such croaking meant that two frogs were having a row by the pond. Their names were Hop and Jump. They were two frog brothers. They had lived by the pond for a long time. During the day they hid from the sun in the reeds, and in the evening they would lie down on a water lily to croak their bedtime song. The people who lived by the pond got so used to it that they couldn’t sleep without it. But one evening something was different.
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