Channel: Story of the Day
🤴🏻🫅🏻The Princes and The Pea
Once upon a time, in a kingdom graced with spiraling towers and tapestries of stars, there was a prince who sought a true princess to share his realm. Many claimed the title, yet none proved genuine. The prince longed for someone with a heart as royal as the blood that coursed through his veins.
One stormy night, as rain lashed the castle walls and thunder clapped its mighty hands, a knock echoed through the halls. The king, with a lantern in his hand, opened the gate to find a young lady drenched from head to toe, her eyes gleaming with hope.
“I am a princess,” she declared, “seeking shelter from the storm.”
The queen, wise and discerning, pondered a test to prove if the maiden’s claim was true. “We shall see,” she whispered, placing a single pea beneath twenty mattresses and twenty featherbeds—a test only the sensitivity of true royalty could detect.
The princess and the pea in the grand bed. Image
The princess was offered the grand bed, and she climbed the lofty pile and lay down to sleep. Yet, when dawn peered through the curtains, she looked weary and worn.
“How did you sleep, dear guest?” inquired the queen at the breakfast table, her eyes searching for truth.
“Oh, I scarcely closed my eyes all night!” the princess exclaimed. “I lay upon something hard so that I am black and blue all over. It was quite dreadful!”
At her words, the prince’s heart soared like a lark at daybreak. Only a real princess could possess such delicate sensitivity. The pea was their proof, the small orb that spoke of her authenticity.
They were married amidst the jubilation of the kingdom, the pea was placed in the royal museum. And thus, the tale of “The Princess and the Pea” became a story passed through generations, a reminder of the subtleties that define the true and the good, and the idea that sometimes, it’s the smallest things that hold the greatest truths.
Moral of the Story
The Princess and the Pea” teaches that true qualities, such as sensitivity and nobility, often lie beneath the surface, challenging the notion that appearances are the sole indicator of one’s true nature.
The story emphasizes the significance of small things, suggesting that even minor details can have a profound impact. Additionally, it subtly critiques arbitrary standards and norms, highlighting the absurdity of how society sometimes judges worth and authenticity.
🤫Follow Up Questions
Feeling the Pea: Why do you think the princess could feel the pea under all those mattresses? Have you ever felt something small that bothered you while trying to sleep?
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Once upon a time, in a kingdom graced with spiraling towers and tapestries of stars, there was a prince who sought a true princess to share his realm. Many claimed the title, yet none proved genuine. The prince longed for someone with a heart as royal as the blood that coursed through his veins.
One stormy night, as rain lashed the castle walls and thunder clapped its mighty hands, a knock echoed through the halls. The king, with a lantern in his hand, opened the gate to find a young lady drenched from head to toe, her eyes gleaming with hope.
“I am a princess,” she declared, “seeking shelter from the storm.”
The queen, wise and discerning, pondered a test to prove if the maiden’s claim was true. “We shall see,” she whispered, placing a single pea beneath twenty mattresses and twenty featherbeds—a test only the sensitivity of true royalty could detect.
The princess and the pea in the grand bed. Image
The princess was offered the grand bed, and she climbed the lofty pile and lay down to sleep. Yet, when dawn peered through the curtains, she looked weary and worn.
“How did you sleep, dear guest?” inquired the queen at the breakfast table, her eyes searching for truth.
“Oh, I scarcely closed my eyes all night!” the princess exclaimed. “I lay upon something hard so that I am black and blue all over. It was quite dreadful!”
At her words, the prince’s heart soared like a lark at daybreak. Only a real princess could possess such delicate sensitivity. The pea was their proof, the small orb that spoke of her authenticity.
They were married amidst the jubilation of the kingdom, the pea was placed in the royal museum. And thus, the tale of “The Princess and the Pea” became a story passed through generations, a reminder of the subtleties that define the true and the good, and the idea that sometimes, it’s the smallest things that hold the greatest truths.
Moral of the Story
The Princess and the Pea” teaches that true qualities, such as sensitivity and nobility, often lie beneath the surface, challenging the notion that appearances are the sole indicator of one’s true nature.
The story emphasizes the significance of small things, suggesting that even minor details can have a profound impact. Additionally, it subtly critiques arbitrary standards and norms, highlighting the absurdity of how society sometimes judges worth and authenticity.
🤫Follow Up Questions
Feeling the Pea: Why do you think the princess could feel the pea under all those mattresses? Have you ever felt something small that bothered you while trying to sleep?
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💃 Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village surrounded by lush forests and singing birds, there lived a cheerful girl named Little Red Riding Hood. She was named so because of the beautiful red cloak with a hood that she always wore, a gift from her loving grandmother.
One sunny morning, Little Red Riding Hood’s mother said, “Dear, please take this basket of goodies to your grandmother. She is not feeling well, and these treats will surely cheer her up.”
Little Red Riding Hood, always eager to help, replied with a smile, “Of course, Mother! I’ll go through the forest and straight to Grandma’s house.”
Her mother cautioned her, “Remember, stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers!”
With a nod, Little Red Riding Hood skipped into the forest, humming a merry tune. The woods were alive with the sounds of nature, and the path was dappled with sunlight.
Along the way, she met a sly wolf. “Where are you going, little girl?” the wolf asked with a cunning smile.
“To my grandmother’s house, Mr. Wolf. She lives just past the mill, by the stream,” replied Little Red Riding Hood innocently.
The wolf, with a plan forming in his mind, said, “Why don’t you pick some flowers for her? I’m sure she would love them.”
“That’s a wonderful idea!” exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood, wandering off the path to pick flowers.
Meanwhile, the wolf hurried to Grandma’s house and, finding her alone, swallowed her whole! He then dressed in her clothes and lay in her bed, waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.
When she finally arrived, Little Red Riding Hood was surprised. “Grandma, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” replied the wolf, trying to imitate Grandma’s voice.
“And what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear you with, my dear.”
“And what big teeth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with!” roared the wolf, jumping out of bed.
Just then, a brave woodsman, hearing the commotion, burst into the house. He quickly dealt with the wolf, saving both Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, who was miraculously unharmed.
Little Red Riding Hood hugged her grandmother tightly, saying, “I’m so sorry, Grandma. I should have stayed on the path and not talked to strangers.”
Her grandmother replied with a loving smile, “It’s alright, my dear. You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters.”
From that day on, Little Red Riding Hood always remembered her mother’s advice. She never strayed from the path again, carrying the lesson of her adventure in the woods with her always.
And so, the tale of Little Red Riding Hood became a story passed down through generations, a reminder of the importance of being cautious and listening to the wisdom of those who care for us.
🌿 Moral Of the Story 🌿
The moral of “Little Red Riding Hood” emphasizes the importance of staying on the safe path and not getting distracted by dangers.
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Once upon a time, in a quaint little village surrounded by lush forests and singing birds, there lived a cheerful girl named Little Red Riding Hood. She was named so because of the beautiful red cloak with a hood that she always wore, a gift from her loving grandmother.
One sunny morning, Little Red Riding Hood’s mother said, “Dear, please take this basket of goodies to your grandmother. She is not feeling well, and these treats will surely cheer her up.”
Little Red Riding Hood, always eager to help, replied with a smile, “Of course, Mother! I’ll go through the forest and straight to Grandma’s house.”
Her mother cautioned her, “Remember, stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers!”
With a nod, Little Red Riding Hood skipped into the forest, humming a merry tune. The woods were alive with the sounds of nature, and the path was dappled with sunlight.
Along the way, she met a sly wolf. “Where are you going, little girl?” the wolf asked with a cunning smile.
“To my grandmother’s house, Mr. Wolf. She lives just past the mill, by the stream,” replied Little Red Riding Hood innocently.
The wolf, with a plan forming in his mind, said, “Why don’t you pick some flowers for her? I’m sure she would love them.”
“That’s a wonderful idea!” exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood, wandering off the path to pick flowers.
Meanwhile, the wolf hurried to Grandma’s house and, finding her alone, swallowed her whole! He then dressed in her clothes and lay in her bed, waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.
When she finally arrived, Little Red Riding Hood was surprised. “Grandma, what big eyes you have!”
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” replied the wolf, trying to imitate Grandma’s voice.
“And what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear you with, my dear.”
“And what big teeth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with!” roared the wolf, jumping out of bed.
Just then, a brave woodsman, hearing the commotion, burst into the house. He quickly dealt with the wolf, saving both Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, who was miraculously unharmed.
Little Red Riding Hood hugged her grandmother tightly, saying, “I’m so sorry, Grandma. I should have stayed on the path and not talked to strangers.”
Her grandmother replied with a loving smile, “It’s alright, my dear. You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters.”
From that day on, Little Red Riding Hood always remembered her mother’s advice. She never strayed from the path again, carrying the lesson of her adventure in the woods with her always.
And so, the tale of Little Red Riding Hood became a story passed down through generations, a reminder of the importance of being cautious and listening to the wisdom of those who care for us.
🌿 Moral Of the Story 🌿
The moral of “Little Red Riding Hood” emphasizes the importance of staying on the safe path and not getting distracted by dangers.
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🥮The Gingerbread Man Bedtime Story
Once upon a time, in a cozy little kitchen, an old woman decided to bake a gingerbread man. She mixed the dough, rolled it out, and shaped it into a perfect little man with raisin eyes and a cherry mouth.
As she placed him in the oven, she said, “You’ll be the yummiest gingerbread man ever!”
But no sooner had the oven door closed, a tiny voice surprised her. “Thank you! But I think I’d rather run than be eaten!”
Out jumped the Gingerbread Man, dashing out the door as the old woman and her husband chased after him. “Stop! Stop!” they cried.
Running down the lane, the Gingerbread Man sang cheekily, “Run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
Soon, a hungry pig joined the chase. “Stop, little man! You look tasty!” it snorted.
But the Gingerbread Man just ran faster, calling out, “I’ve outrun an old woman and an old man. I can outrun you too, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
Next, a hungry cow spotted him. “You’d make a delicious snack!” the cow mooed.
Laughing, the Gingerbread Man sprinted ahead. “I’ve outrun a pig and even an old couple. Catching me is no simple muddle. I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
The chase continued until a clever fox appeared. “Why run, little morsel? Hop on my tail, and I’ll help you across the river,” the fox offered slyly.
The Gingerbread Man, thinking he was too fast for the fox, agreed. As they crossed the river, the fox said, “You’ll get wet there. Jump onto my back.”
On the fox’s back, they continued until the fox insisted, “You’re too heavy. Hop onto my nose to stay dry.”
As soon as the Gingerbread Man stood on the fox’s nose, the fox tossed him up and caught him in his mouth!
And so, the Gingerbread Man learned that sometimes, being too confident can lead to a sticky end. But his adventure lived on, reminding everyone that sometimes it’s smarter to stay put rather than run away.
And that’s the story of the Gingerbread Man, a little cookie with big dreams and an even bigger sense of adventure!
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Once upon a time, in a cozy little kitchen, an old woman decided to bake a gingerbread man. She mixed the dough, rolled it out, and shaped it into a perfect little man with raisin eyes and a cherry mouth.
As she placed him in the oven, she said, “You’ll be the yummiest gingerbread man ever!”
But no sooner had the oven door closed, a tiny voice surprised her. “Thank you! But I think I’d rather run than be eaten!”
Out jumped the Gingerbread Man, dashing out the door as the old woman and her husband chased after him. “Stop! Stop!” they cried.
Running down the lane, the Gingerbread Man sang cheekily, “Run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
Soon, a hungry pig joined the chase. “Stop, little man! You look tasty!” it snorted.
But the Gingerbread Man just ran faster, calling out, “I’ve outrun an old woman and an old man. I can outrun you too, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
Next, a hungry cow spotted him. “You’d make a delicious snack!” the cow mooed.
Laughing, the Gingerbread Man sprinted ahead. “I’ve outrun a pig and even an old couple. Catching me is no simple muddle. I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
The chase continued until a clever fox appeared. “Why run, little morsel? Hop on my tail, and I’ll help you across the river,” the fox offered slyly.
The Gingerbread Man, thinking he was too fast for the fox, agreed. As they crossed the river, the fox said, “You’ll get wet there. Jump onto my back.”
On the fox’s back, they continued until the fox insisted, “You’re too heavy. Hop onto my nose to stay dry.”
As soon as the Gingerbread Man stood on the fox’s nose, the fox tossed him up and caught him in his mouth!
And so, the Gingerbread Man learned that sometimes, being too confident can lead to a sticky end. But his adventure lived on, reminding everyone that sometimes it’s smarter to stay put rather than run away.
And that’s the story of the Gingerbread Man, a little cookie with big dreams and an even bigger sense of adventure!
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🤴🏻Prince Desire and the Enchanted Oranges
In the land of King Cambrinus, there lived a lord known as Tubby, famed not for his deeds but for his size. He spent his days in leisure, indulging in feasts and naps, his only pastime being the aimless shooting of small birds with his bow, at which he was notably unskilled.
His son, Prince Desire, was as slender as his father was stout. Despite being sought after by many, Desire had no interest in the local ladies. He spent his evenings wandering the woods, speaking to the moon, earning the affectionate nickname ‘d’Amour Desire’ from the hopeful ladies.
One evening, as Desire expressed his weariness of the usual rosy-cheeked maidens, fate intervened. A basket of exotic, sun-kissed oranges arrived, a gift from afar, igniting a dream within Desire. That night, he dreamt of a princess with golden skin, hidden within one of these golden fruits.
Come morning, Desire, filled with resolve, announced his quest to his father, who was amidst his morning smoke. “Father,” he said, “I must seek the maiden of my dreams, the one with golden skin.” With a tender farewell, he embarked on his journey, leaving Tubby in ponderous thought.
The quest led Desire through many lands, following the sun to a warmer clime. Eventually, he reached a quaint hut where an old man offered him hospitality and guidance. He spoke of a wood where orange trees bore the fruit of Desire’s dream, guarded by a formidable witch.
Armed with the old man’s wisdom and gifts – oil for a gate, an oatcake for a ferocious dog, and a brush for a weary baker – Desire navigated through the treacherous grounds of the witch’s domain. He skillfully appeased each guardian, finally reaching the coveted grove of oranges.
But his journey was far from over. Anxious to see the princesses within, Desire rode in search of a river or fountain. Overcome by thirst in the scorching sun, he opened two oranges in desperation, only to find and lose two canary princesses, as he could not quench their thirst.
At the brink of despair, under a star-filled sky, Desire finally found water. With trembling hands, he opened the last orange by the riverside. Out flew a canary who transformed into Princess Zizi, a beauty with a golden complexion, upon drinking the water.
Together, they set off towards Tubby’s castle, but not without a twist of fate. While Desire fetched a fitting escort, Zizi, alone and afraid, encountered Titty, a cunning girl raised among bricklayers. Through trickery, Titty turned Zizi back into a canary and took her place to marry Desire.
Upon their return, Desire, though shocked at the sight of Titty, accepted her as his enchanted bride, attributing her appearance to a witch’s curse. However, during the wedding feast, the true Zizi, still a canary, intervened. Tubby, discovering the bird’s enchantment, released Zizi from her feathery form.
The revelation led to a joyous reunion between Desire and Zizi. Titty, exposed and thwarted, faced judgment but was ultimately pardoned at Zizi’s behest.
The kingdom celebrated the union of Desire and Zizi, and from that day forward, the land flourished, and among the fair-haired, blue-eyed citizens, one could spot the descendants of Zizi, marked by their black eyes and golden skin.
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In the land of King Cambrinus, there lived a lord known as Tubby, famed not for his deeds but for his size. He spent his days in leisure, indulging in feasts and naps, his only pastime being the aimless shooting of small birds with his bow, at which he was notably unskilled.
His son, Prince Desire, was as slender as his father was stout. Despite being sought after by many, Desire had no interest in the local ladies. He spent his evenings wandering the woods, speaking to the moon, earning the affectionate nickname ‘d’Amour Desire’ from the hopeful ladies.
One evening, as Desire expressed his weariness of the usual rosy-cheeked maidens, fate intervened. A basket of exotic, sun-kissed oranges arrived, a gift from afar, igniting a dream within Desire. That night, he dreamt of a princess with golden skin, hidden within one of these golden fruits.
Come morning, Desire, filled with resolve, announced his quest to his father, who was amidst his morning smoke. “Father,” he said, “I must seek the maiden of my dreams, the one with golden skin.” With a tender farewell, he embarked on his journey, leaving Tubby in ponderous thought.
The quest led Desire through many lands, following the sun to a warmer clime. Eventually, he reached a quaint hut where an old man offered him hospitality and guidance. He spoke of a wood where orange trees bore the fruit of Desire’s dream, guarded by a formidable witch.
Armed with the old man’s wisdom and gifts – oil for a gate, an oatcake for a ferocious dog, and a brush for a weary baker – Desire navigated through the treacherous grounds of the witch’s domain. He skillfully appeased each guardian, finally reaching the coveted grove of oranges.
But his journey was far from over. Anxious to see the princesses within, Desire rode in search of a river or fountain. Overcome by thirst in the scorching sun, he opened two oranges in desperation, only to find and lose two canary princesses, as he could not quench their thirst.
At the brink of despair, under a star-filled sky, Desire finally found water. With trembling hands, he opened the last orange by the riverside. Out flew a canary who transformed into Princess Zizi, a beauty with a golden complexion, upon drinking the water.
Together, they set off towards Tubby’s castle, but not without a twist of fate. While Desire fetched a fitting escort, Zizi, alone and afraid, encountered Titty, a cunning girl raised among bricklayers. Through trickery, Titty turned Zizi back into a canary and took her place to marry Desire.
Upon their return, Desire, though shocked at the sight of Titty, accepted her as his enchanted bride, attributing her appearance to a witch’s curse. However, during the wedding feast, the true Zizi, still a canary, intervened. Tubby, discovering the bird’s enchantment, released Zizi from her feathery form.
The revelation led to a joyous reunion between Desire and Zizi. Titty, exposed and thwarted, faced judgment but was ultimately pardoned at Zizi’s behest.
The kingdom celebrated the union of Desire and Zizi, and from that day forward, the land flourished, and among the fair-haired, blue-eyed citizens, one could spot the descendants of Zizi, marked by their black eyes and golden skin.
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🫏 The Ass and His Purchaser:
A Man who wanted to buy an Ass went to market, and, coming across a likely-looking beast, arranged with the owner that he should be allowed to take him home on trial to see what he was like. When he reached home, he put him into his stable along with the other asses. The newcomer took a look round, and immediately went and chose a place next to the laziest and greediest beast in the stable. When the master saw this he put a halter on him at once, and led him off and handed him over to his owner again. The latter was a good deal surprised to see him back so soon, and said, "Why, do you mean to say you have tested him already?" "I don't want to put him through any more tests," replied the other: "I could see what sort of beast he is from the companion he chose for himself."
A man is known by the company he keeps.
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A Man who wanted to buy an Ass went to market, and, coming across a likely-looking beast, arranged with the owner that he should be allowed to take him home on trial to see what he was like. When he reached home, he put him into his stable along with the other asses. The newcomer took a look round, and immediately went and chose a place next to the laziest and greediest beast in the stable. When the master saw this he put a halter on him at once, and led him off and handed him over to his owner again. The latter was a good deal surprised to see him back so soon, and said, "Why, do you mean to say you have tested him already?" "I don't want to put him through any more tests," replied the other: "I could see what sort of beast he is from the companion he chose for himself."
A man is known by the company he keeps.
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🥋🥊 Story On Bravery And Courage:
One cowardly person came to a master of martial arts and asked to teach him bravery. The master looked at him and said:
I will teach you only with one condition: one month you will have to live in a big city and tell every person that you meet on your way that you are a coward. You will have to say it loudly, openly and looking straight into the person’s eyes.
The person got really sad, because this task seemed very scary to him. For a couple of days he was very sad and thoughtful, but to live with his cowardice was so unbearable that he travelled to the city to accomplish his mission.
At first, when meeting the passers, he quailed, lost his speech and couldn’t contact anyone. But he needed to finish the master’s task, so he began to overcome himself. When he came up to his first passer to tell about his cowardice, it seemed to him that he would die from fear. But his voice sounded louder and more confident with every passing day. Suddenly came a moment, when the man caught himself thinking that he’s not scared anymore, and the further he continued doing the master’s task, the more convinced he was that the fear was abandoning him. That way a month had passed. The person came back to the master, bowed to him and said:
Thank you, teacher. I finished your task. Now I’m not afraid anymore. But how did you know that this strange task will help me?
The thing is that cowardice is only a habit. And by doing the things that scare us, we can destroy the stereotypes and come to a conclusion that you came to. And now you know that bravery – is also a habit. And if you want to make bravery a part of yourself- you need to move forward into the fear. Then the fear will go away, and bravery will take its place.
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One cowardly person came to a master of martial arts and asked to teach him bravery. The master looked at him and said:
I will teach you only with one condition: one month you will have to live in a big city and tell every person that you meet on your way that you are a coward. You will have to say it loudly, openly and looking straight into the person’s eyes.
The person got really sad, because this task seemed very scary to him. For a couple of days he was very sad and thoughtful, but to live with his cowardice was so unbearable that he travelled to the city to accomplish his mission.
At first, when meeting the passers, he quailed, lost his speech and couldn’t contact anyone. But he needed to finish the master’s task, so he began to overcome himself. When he came up to his first passer to tell about his cowardice, it seemed to him that he would die from fear. But his voice sounded louder and more confident with every passing day. Suddenly came a moment, when the man caught himself thinking that he’s not scared anymore, and the further he continued doing the master’s task, the more convinced he was that the fear was abandoning him. That way a month had passed. The person came back to the master, bowed to him and said:
Thank you, teacher. I finished your task. Now I’m not afraid anymore. But how did you know that this strange task will help me?
The thing is that cowardice is only a habit. And by doing the things that scare us, we can destroy the stereotypes and come to a conclusion that you came to. And now you know that bravery – is also a habit. And if you want to make bravery a part of yourself- you need to move forward into the fear. Then the fear will go away, and bravery will take its place.
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