Short Story written by: Jaime Eduardo Castellanos Villalba, from Colombia.
One day an ant saw a dog wearing three shoes.
“Wow! what a dog! so badly dressed and not even shaved! It’s awful to see an animal like this, please dog, get away from me!” – said the ant.
“Sorry Miss Ant, I didn’t want to bother you but I am looking for a shoe and something to eat.” – said the dog. Continue reading…
Short Story written by: Estefany Munera Gómez
Once upon a time there was a cricket playing hide and seek in the forest with his friends.
The cricket hid behind a tree where a toad lived. The toad had no friends because he was ugly and fat.
The toad was crying when the cricket arrived, “Why are you crying?” – it asked him.
“I have no friends” – said the poor toad – “Do you want to be my friend?” – said the cricket.
“But don´t you see that I am ugly and disgusting?” Continue reading…
Short Story writen by Laura, 10 years old.
Once upon a time there were three kids that were poor and lived in a town near a big river. They were called Nicole, Charly and Mike and everyday they went out to beg for food.
The kids were really good and always helped their parents. One day a young woman passed by and saw the children. Continue reading…
A long time ago in a little village called Four Houses, there lived a red bus whose job it was to take the children to school.
Normally, the bus would stop in the village square to collect them and take them to another village a few kilometres away, for there was no school in Four Houses.
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Each journey cost ninety-nine cents, but one day the red bus decided that he wasn’t going to charge the children anything at all, for many of their parents had no job and it was difficult to save money, and he thought it would be a good way of helping them.
The red bus was delighted to take the children for free, but after a few months his wheels were so worn out that he couldn’t even turn around and it was very difficult to move.
One morning, the mothers and fathers were ready as usual in the main square of Four Houses waiting for the red bus. But this was no ordinary day, for the red bus was twenty minutes’ late… Very slowly, he came chugging along but once he got to the square he collapsed from exhaustion. There was no way he could take the children to school today…
Seeing that all the red bus wanted to do was help them help their children get a good education, the villagers decided that each family would put forward some money according to how much they could afford. Then the helpful bus could go to a garage to be repaired and be as good as new. Continue reading…
There was once a very brave crocodile who had lived with Ahmed and Maya since he was very small. His name was Limpy, and we shall tell you why.
The story of our friend the crocodile begins at the river bank of the Nile, which was no ordinary river… It was a dangerous river, not just because of its wild waters, but also because there lived some fierce and very dangerous crocodiles.
For a very long time, no one had gone near the spot despite its great beauty, for the wicked crocodiles prowled its banks. That was why they put up warning signs telling people about the savage crocodiles.
One day, Ahmed and Maya were taking a walk along a path near the Nile. It was a very pleasant stroll, for the sun had come up and the birds were trilling merrily.
Suddenly they heard shouts – it sounded like shouts for help and it was coming from the riverbank of the Nile…
Ahmed didn’t hesitate for a second and ran to see what was happening, for he knew that crocodiles lay in wait at the banks of the river and it was a very perilous place.
When Ahmed reached the river bank, panting and out of breath from the speed at which he had run, he found himself face to face with two huge crocodiles trying to attack a little crocodile that had turned up at this part of the river and was completely confused at finding himself cornered by the wild beasts.
“Don’t worry, little one, come here, grab my hand! Swim, swim!” called Ahmed to the little crocodile.
“Please help me, they’ve injured my leg!” answered the little crocodile.
At last he managed to grab Ahmed’s hand, who pulled with all his might to heave the little crocodile out of the river where the two wild crocs were lurking. “Come on, my brave little croc, I’ve got you. Let’s get out of here,” said Ahmed with a wink.
The poor little crocodile was trembling in fear at what had happened, and said Continue reading…
