Our Dreams (Poem)

 
Dreams are happy and dreams are sad 
dreams are good and dreams are bad. 

Dreams are funny and dreams are naughty,
sometimes dreams are queer and funky. 

Our dreams take us to another world,
our dreams make us happy or scared.                 
                                                      -Aunt Mary
                                                                     


    

WITCHES, WITCHES JUST BE THERE, PLEASE DO NOT COME HERE!!

Witches are scary , but we enjoy watching them in movies, television serials and plays don't we ?We love to read a book which has a character of  a witch because it makes a book more interesting . Though we never, ever want to face a witch in real life . Oh God ! Nobody wants you witches, in reality  , but please ,  just remain in movies and books , because you are one of the most loved characters of scary movies and children's stories, we love to see you on big and small screens and also in books.
                                       

Your wicked smile says all about your intentions , your claw-like finger nails are too scary to look at.  We know about your deal with devil and are also aware of your dirty black magic with the help of which you can ruin the beautiful lives of others.

You want to scare us with your weird looking pointy hat, your ugly black dress , your long nose with wart. No, we don't want to feel your presence in whispering of falling  leaves. So stay away from our world and entertain us in virtual world. Because there is no fun to watch a horror film without feeling scared and you are the best creature for scaring and entertaining the people. 
                                   

         
Witch , Witch (a poem by - Rose Fyleman )

  “Witch, witch, where do you fly?”...                                                       “ Under the clouds and over the sky.

   Witch,witch what do you eat? 
  “Little black apples from Hurricane Street.”            

   “Witch, witch, what do you drink?”... 
  “Vinegar, blacking and good red ink.”


 Witch, witch, where do you sleep?”... 
“Up in the clouds where pillows are cheap.”

                                                                 -Aunt Mary 

                                             
                                                     

Bad Company Corrupts Good Morals ( Moral Story)

                                
Once upon a time a tribal king who was a very big dealer of birds too, went to jungle in search of birds.There he caught two parrots and some other birds. When he was returning  home, he stopped for taking some rest and lied down under a tree. While the king was resting , one of the two parrots escaped from the net.

The king  got up  and found that one parrot was missing but what he could do now .He took the other birds with him and went home. Tribal king kept the second parrot as a pet in his house . The Tribal king was a kind of person who talked  rudely  and always used harsh words whenever he spoke to others . He also used the bad language and he taught the same way of talking to his parrot. The parrot learnt the language of  king.

The first parrot who escaped , reached to a hermit's place and the hermit kept it with him .The hermit taught him to speak politely and to use good language while speaking.The parrot learnt to speak like that.

   One day a  king of neighboring state passed by near the tribal king's house. The pet parrot of that tribal king  looked him coming and shouted in such a harsh voice " How dare you to come here.... 

come on soldiers , beat him like a donkey." 

The king was shocked to hear that and he immediately left that place.

Now that king reached near the hermit's place and the hermit's parrot greeted him," Oh , It's so nice to have you here sir,please come inside."  

   The king was so happy at his welcome, he praised the hermit and the parrot and became their friend. 

 Moral of the story -'' Bad Company Corrupts Good Moral'' 

                                       

                                                 Panchtantra story Re-told by -Aunt Mary 



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'' VENUS FLYTRAP''

Oh ! no ,no my dear children, don't get confused by the above illustration. That lady does not trap insects, I am talking about a beautiful plant that traps insects. That plant is called "VENUS FLYTRAP ".  It looks so attractive that's why it is named after Goddess of love, Venus. The flower-shaped leaves attract 
the insects and spiders towards the plant.
                                          

                                                         
The open red and green leaves smell sweet and have stiff hair on edges ,when an insect touches a hair and  after touching it , if it touches a different hair within 20 seconds ,the plant shuts it's leaf and the insect is trapped.
                                          

                                  


Venus flytrap catches the insects like moths, flies, grasshoppers, ants,worms and beetles. When it traps the insect with the help of it's leaves, it produces a liquid to digest the food.It takes the nitrogen from the body of  the insect and consumes it .  

                                                                                                   

  Venus flytrap was first found in  "North America " . Now the plant is grown in all parts of the world in pots and is kept as ornamental   plant .   Hope you will like the information about this unusual plant.                                                                                         - Aunt Mary
                                                                     


                                                                                                         
   

                                              

Nothing is Immortal (Short Story)

                                            

                      
The beautiful garden was full of flowers .Flowers in full blossom were a pleasure for eye and soul. The sweet smell of those lovely flowers was a treat for the sense of smell. It was a beautiful day of mid of November . The sun was in a good mood ,he allowed the golden sun rays to spread everywhere. The charming season of winter with such pleasant weather was a delight for all.
A rose in full bloom opened it's eyes and looked around , " Ah! What a lovely morning!"  She again looked around," No one is as beautiful as me ", she thought proudly. "Look at those flowers, there is no comparison. I am the prettiest of all!"  
                         
                         

 Suddenly her eyes caught a glance of a withered flower which was bending down towards the earth and was breathing it's last breath. " Ha ha! Look at you", the young rose said to the dying flower. " How old and ugly you are. You are worthless! Good for nothing! And look at me I'm full of life, beauty and freshness. You are ruining the beauty of this garden. This place is not for you. You should be thrown in a waste bin!"  A weak smile appeared on the wrinkled face of that old dying flower. It was smiling at the innocence of that young rose.

                                                                                         

The owners of the garden came to collect the old flowers and leaves and they took away the withered rose with them. They threw the garden garbage in the waste bin. " I was right!", The young rose thought proudly.

Time doesn't stop for anyone. Two days passed, the young proud rose was in the same condition , it was bending down towards the earth and was breathing it's last breath.  A rose in full bloom looked at it and said, " Look at you....................". 

                                                              -Aunt Mary