Why the sun and the moon live in the sky ( African folktale )

 Long, long ago the" Sun "and his wife "Moon" lived on the earth.

Water was a very good friend of Sun. The Sun often paid a visit to water .They spent good time with each other . One day the Sun said to Water, "O my dear friend, I regularly come to visit you and meet you but you never visited me , please come to my place some day It would be great pleasure for me and and my wife to have you as a guest". Water said, " Look , you are my friend and I do not want to trouble you and your wife, when I will visit your place my  people will also come with me and you and your wife will have to drive out. I can visit you at only one condition if you build a very big compound ". Sun assured Water that he would build a very large house with a very big compound for Water and his people .
                                       

 Sun returned to his home and asked his beautiful wife Moon
"O beloved, will you help me to build a large place so that my friend water and his people could visit us ." Moon answered, "Why not ? I will help you my dear." They started building a large compound.

When the compound was built Sun invited Water .Next day Water went to Sun's place and before entering he asked the Sun "Can I come in, are you sure ?" "Yes ! my dear friend please come in.", Sun said to water.Water entered in the compound and with him all the water animals and fishes also entered.
"Do you still want me to keep coming will it be safe for you?" Water asked . "Yes please come .",Sun said. Water continued flowing in with all fishes and animals . Soon the water level reached up to the neck of Sun and Moon . "Now what do you think ? Should I still keep coming ?". "Yes , please!" ,Sun said . More water flowed in.
Sun and his wife went to the top of the house.Again Water asked the same question and got the same answer by the Sun.Water overflowed the top and there was no place left for sun and moon. They had to go into the sky and are still there.   
                                         African folktale retold by -Aunt Mary

MAGIC OF DAWN (POEM)

                               
                                     Feel the magic of dawn
                                     Before the sunrise, 
                                     Feel the magic of dawn
                                     When the day arrives.


                                     Feel the magic of dawn,
                                     When night disappears,                                                                      Sky becomes reddish,

                                     And soft light appears.
                                 
                                     Feel the magic of dawn,
                                     When birds sing chorus,
                                     The first song of day,
                                     Song of wee hours.                                                                             
                                     Feel the magic of dawn ,
                                     When a gush of breeze, 
                                     Slowly comes and says                                                                       "Wake up " to the trees.  
                               
                                     Feel the magic of dawn
                                     In the sound of prayer,
                                     The beautiful sound ,
                                     That blends with the air.

                                     Feel the magic of dawn,
                                     Before the sunrise,
                                     Feel the magic of dawn
                                     When the day arrives.                               
                                                                -Aunt Mary
                                                                                                                             

                                           
                                                   
                      

DOLLY IS" MY BEST FRIEND"

If you ask a little girl , "What is your favorite toy? ", most of the girls will say "I love dolls!". I think the parents of girls will  agree with me  that girls always prefer a doll over other toys. As a woman and  as a mother of two daughters , I know that a small girl is so  attached with her doll . I  want to tell you an incident of my childhood days, my brother and I had a small fight and he hid my dearest doll which was a birthday  gift from my grand father . Though my naughty bro felt sorry for what he did and gave back my doll with a big "I am sorry smile" but I still remember that how badly I cried for my doll and how happy I was after getting it back.  
                                                              

A small girl spends most of the time with her doll, she cleans her, changes her clothes makes her hair and cares for her. She likes to talk with the doll and share her feelings with her . Playing with a doll helps the little girl to grow as a person . It  improves her communicating skills and helps her to express her feelings easily. 
Doll-play makes a girl a caring and helping person she learns to take a good care of small babies, and that could be very helpful for the little girl her in future  when she will have her own family and kids to take care of . 
                                       

Now I am sharing the pictures of dolls of some countries .I hope you will enjoy watching the images. 
                                                   Indian doll , beautiful!                      

     

           
  American Doll , lovely!








                                      
    African doll , so cute! 




                                                





                                   
Arabic doll , very nice! 

  Chinese doll,  pretty!  









                                              


                                                                      Russian doll , good looking!
                                                                                                          

Japan's traditional doll, graceful!











  English Doll, wonderful !                    











   -Aunt Mary

"How does a baby bird become a bird''

Dear children, in this post I am sharing some interesting facts about the life of birds. So read that how a bird's life begins, and how a baby bird grows into an adult bird.              

                              

The mother bird lays eggs in the nest which she makes during the spring days with the help of father bird . She lays one egg every day for four to five days.In order to keep the eggs warm , mother and father bird take turns sitting on the eggs .
 After ten to fourteen days the eggs hatch and the baby birds come out .These baby birds are called  ''Hatchlings".

Both the mother bird and father bird try to keep  their babies warm and they have to feed them in every 15 minutes .The baby bird is too delicate and almost blind at this time.        

                   
The baby birds ask their parents for food by opening their beak and peeping. Different type of birds eat different kind of food.Some birds eat grains, some eat worms and some birds eat berries.
Day by day the babies start growing,now they can open their eyes and their feathers start to grow, At this stage we can call them "Nestlings". 
After two weeks their feathers become long and they have a tail too.They want to go out of the nest but unable to fly .These young birds are called "Fledglings".At this time papa and mommy bird teach them to search the right food.The young birds try to hop on the ground.  

 After four weeks The fledglings become adult bird.They have fully grown feathers and a long tail.Now they can fly in the sky and are no more dependent on their parents, though they are not mature enough  .They are called "Juvenile".This is the story of a bird's life.

Hope you liked the article.                  

                                -Aunt Mary

                            

Don't make castles in the air ( Moral Story)

                                                   

Once upon a time a man lived in a village , he was a very lazy person. He did not want to do any work  and that's why he was very poor.The lazy man lived in a small hut and used to beg for his living . One day there was a marriage in a house of the village and the man got a big pot filled with curd from that house when he went to beg there .He was very happy , he ate some curd and kept the remaining curd safely on the stool near his bed and laid down on the bed .  

He looked at the pot of curd and thought," In the morning I will make butter from the milk,from the butter I will make ghee (clarified butter ) and then I will sell the ghee  in the market at a good price , then I will buy  hens by that money ,the hens will lay eggs .... and I will sell the eggs....and....and....,'' He started daydreaming.

''I will buy a sheep , sheep will have lambs , then I can sell those lambs and will become rich.''The daydreaming continued...

               

''After being rich I will marry a beautiful girl and have children.
It will be small happy family. I shall be a very good father but very strict too, if my kids will not obey me I will slap them hard.'' 
The man in real started moving his hands as he was beating his children. His hand touched the pot and the pot of curd fell on the ground and broke . The lazy man's dream was broken too.                             Moral of the story-"Don't make castles in the air''
                                               

                                                                        (Panchtantra story)     

                                                       Retold by  - Aunt Mary

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                                                  Time and tide wait for none ( Moral Story )

                                                          Never trust a stranger ( Moral Story)

                                                         Good things come in small packages( Moral Story)