100 Bedtime Stories For Kid’s Entertainment and Pleasure

 

Best Bedtime Stories For Kid’s Entertainment Which They Will Never Forget

 

Best Bedtime Stories for Kid’s Entertainment: A bedtime story is a traditional form of storytelling, where a story is told to a child at bedtime to prepare the child for sleep. The bedtime story has long been considered “a definite institution in many families”. Reading bedtime stories yields multiple benefits for parents and children alike. The fixed routine of a bedtime story before sleeping can improve the child’s brain development, language mastery, and logical thinking skills.

Bedtime Stories For Kid's Entertainment

The storyteller-listener relationship creates an emotional bond between the parent and the child. Due to “the strength of the imitative instinct” of a child, the parent and the stories that they tell act as a model for the child to follow. Bedtime stories are also useful for teaching children abstract virtues such as sympathy, selflessness, and self-control.

We are sure that you will like all the stories as they are not only filled with humor but also have a lesson to teach. Make a bedtime story-telling routine with your children and narrate these wonderful stories to them every night. They don’t just help family bonding but also help the children gain a different perspective.

Young children especially love this because it is a treat for them and makes them feel truly important at that moment. Remember, There’s something about sitting together under blankets or cozied up in the bed around an old story that sews your family’s heartstrings together. Enjoy Your Time with Little Ones!

 

1. Bedtime Story of The Caliph and The Gardener

There was once a caliph of Cordova whose name was Al Mansour. One day a strange merchant came to him with some diamonds and pearls which he had brought from beyond the sea. The caliph was so well pleased with these jewels that he bought them and paid the merchant a large sum of money. The merchant put the gold in a bag of purple silk which he tied to his belt underneath his long cloak.

Then he set out on foot to walk to another city. It was midsummer, and the day was very hot. As the merchant was walking along, he came to a river that flowed gently between green and shady banks. He was hot and covered with dust. No one was near. Very few people ever came that way. Why should he not cool himself in the refreshing water?

He took off his clothes and laid them on the bank. He put the bag of money on top of them and then leaped into the water. How cool and delicious it was! Suddenly he heard a rustling noise behind him. He turned quickly and saw an eagle rising into the air with his moneybag in its claws. No doubt the bird had mistaken the purple silk for something good to eat.

The merchant shouted. He jumped out of the water and shouted again. But it was no use. The great bird was high in the air and flying towards the far-off mountains with all his money. The poor man could do nothing but dress himself and go sorrowing on his way.

A year passed by and then the merchant appeared once more before Al Mansour. “O Caliph,” he said, “here are a few jewels which I had reserved as a present for my wife. But I have met with such bad luck that I am forced to sell them. I pray that you will look at them and take them at your own price.”

Al Mansour noticed that the merchant was very sad and downcast. “Why, what has happened to you?” he asked. “Have you been sick?”

Then the merchant told him how the eagle had flown away with his money.

“Why didn’t you come to us before?” he asked. “We might have done something to help you. Toward what place was the eagle flying when you last saw it?”

“It was flying toward the Black Mountains,” answered the merchant.

The next morning the caliph called ten of his officers before him. “Ride at once to the Black Mountains,” he said. “Find all the old men that live in the mountains or in the flat country around, and command them to appear before me one week from today.”

The officers did as they were bidden. On the day appointed, forty gray-bearded, honest old men stood before the caliph. All were asked the same question. “Do you know of any person who was once poor but who has lately and suddenly become well-to-do?”

How Did The Officers Find The Real Thief

Most of the old men answered that they did not know of any such person. A few said that there was one man in their neighborhood who seemed to have had some sort of good luck. This man was a gardener. A year ago he was so poor that he had scarcely clothes for his back. His children were crying for food. But lately, everything had changed for him.

Both he and his family dressed well; they had plenty to eat; he had even bought a horse to help him carry his produce to market. The caliph at once gave orders for the gardener to be brought before him the next day. He also ordered that the merchant should come at the same time.

Before noon the next day, the gardener was admitted to the palace. As soon as he entered the hall the caliph went to meet him. “Good friend,” he said, “If you should find something that we have lost, what would you do with it?”

The gardener put his hand under his cloak and drew out the very bag that the merchant had lost.

“Here it is, my lord,” he said.

At the sight of his lost treasure, the merchant began to dance and shout for joy.

“Tell us,” said Al Mansour to the gardener, “tell us how you came to find that bag.”

The gardener answered: “A year ago, as I was spading in my garden, I saw something fall at the foot of a palm tree. I ran to pick it up and was surprised to find that it was a bag full of bright gold pieces. I said to myself, ‘This money must belong to our master, Al Mansour. Some large bird has stolen it from his palace.’

“Well, then,” said the caliph, “why did you not return it to us at once?”

Bedtime Story of A Poor But Honest Man

“It was this way,” said the gardener: “I looked at the gold pieces, and then thought of my own great necessities. My wife and children were suffering from the want of food and clothing. I had no shoes for my feet, no coat for my back. So I said to myself, ‘My lord Al Mansour is famous for his kindness to the poor. He will not care.’

So I took ten gold pieces from the many that were in the bag. “I meant only to borrow them. And I put the bag in a safe place, saying that as soon as I could replace the ten pieces, I would return all to my lord Al Mansour. With much hard labor and careful management, I have saved only five little silver pieces.

But, as I came to your palace this morning, I kept saying to myself, ‘When our lord Al Mansour learns just how it was that I borrowed the gold, I have no doubt that in his kindness of heart he will forgive me the debt.'”

Great was the caliph’s surprise when he heard the poor man’s story. He took the bag of money and handed it to the merchant. “Take the bag and count the money that is in it,” he said. “If anything is lacking, I will pay it to you.”

The merchant did as he was told. “There is nothing lacking,” he said, “but the ten pieces he has told you about; and I will give him these as a reward.”

“No,” said Al Mansour, “it is for me to reward the man as he deserves.” Saying this, he ordered that ten gold pieces be given to the merchant in place of those that were lacking. Then he rewarded the gardener with ten more pieces for his honesty.

“Your debt is paid. Think no more about it,” he said.

Moral of The Story: Honesty is The Best Policy.

 

2. Inspiring Bedtime Story of The Old Roman Empire

There was a great famine in Rome. The summer had been very dry and the corn crop had failed. There was no bread in the city. The people were starving One day, to the great joy of all, some ships arrived from another country. These ships were loaded with corn. Here was food enough for all. The rulers of the city met to decide what should be done with the corn.

“Divide it among the poor people who need it so badly,” said some. “Let it be a free gift to them from the city.”

But one of the rulers was not willing to do this. His name was Coriolanus, and he was very rich.

“These people are poor because they have been too lazy to work,” he said. “They do not deserve any gifts from the city. Let those who wish any corn bring money and buy it.”

When the people heard about this speech of the rich man, Coriolanus, they were very angry.

“He is no true Roman,” said some. “He is selfish and unjust,” said others.

“He is an enemy to the poor. Kill him! kill him!” cried the mob. They did not kill him, but they drove him out of the city and bade him never return.

Coriolanus made his way to the city of Antium, which was not far from Rome. The people of Antium were enemies of the Romans and had often been at war with them. So they welcomed Coriolanus very kindly and made him the general of their army. Coriolanus began at once to make ready for war against Rome.

Never Hurt The Ego of A Determined Person

He persuaded other towns near Antium to send their soldiers to help him. Soon, at the head of a very great army, he marched toward the city which had once been his home. The rude soldiers of Antium overran all the country around Rome. They burned the villages and farmhouses. They filled the land with terror.

Coriolanus pitched his camp quite near to the city. His army was the greatest that the Romans had ever seen. They knew that they were helpless before so strong an enemy.

“Surrender your city to me,” said Coriolanus. “Agree to obey the laws that I shall make for you. Do this, or I will burn Rome and destroy all its people.”

The Romans answered, “We must have time to think of this matter. Give us a few days to learn what sort of laws you will make for us, and then we will say whether we can submit to them or not.”

“I will give you thirty days to consider the matter,” said Coriolanus. Then he told them what laws he would require them to obey. These laws were so severe that all said, “It will be better to die at once.”

At the end of the thirty days, four of the city’s rulers went out to beg him to show mercy to the people of Rome. These rulers were old men, with wise faces and long white beards. They went out bareheaded and very humble. Coriolanus would not listen to them.

He drove them back with threats and told them that they should expect no mercy from him, but he agreed to give them three more days to consider the matter. The next day, all the priests and learned men went out to beg for mercy. These were dressed in their long flowing robes, and all knelt humbly before him.

But he drove them back with scornful words. On the last day, the great army which Coriolanus had led from Antium was drawn up in battle array. It was ready to march upon the city and destroy it. All Rome was in terror. There seemed to be no way to escape the anger of this furious man.

How Two Women Saved The Roman Empire

Then the rulers, in their despair, said, “Let us go up to the house where Coriolanus used to live when he was one of us. His mother and his wife are still there. They are noblewomen, and they love Rome. Let us ask them to go out and beg our enemy to have mercy upon us. His heart will be hard indeed if he can refuse his mother and his wife.”

The two noblewomen were willing to do all that they could to save their city. So, leading his little children by the hand, they went out to meet Coriolanus. Behind them followed a long procession of the women of Rome. Coriolanus was in his tent. When he saw his mother and his wife and his children, he was filled with joy.

But when they made known their errand, his face darkened, and he shook his head. For a long time, his mother pleaded with him. For a long time, his wife begged him to be merciful. His little children clung to his knees and spoke loving words to him.

At last, he could hold out no longer. “O mother,” he said, “you have saved your country, but have lost your son!” Then he commanded his army to march back to the city of Antium. Rome was saved; but Coriolanus could never return to his home, his mother, his wife, and children. He was lost to them.

Moral of The Story: Love and the feeling of Revenge have never been on friendly terms.

 

3. A Wonderful Bedtime Story: The Lover of Men

In the Far East, there was once a prince whose name was Gautama. He lived in a splendid palace where there was everything that could give delight. It was the wish of his father and mother that every day of his life should be a day of perfect happiness. So this prince grew up to be a young man, tall and fair and graceful.

He had never gone beyond the beautiful gardens that surrounded his father’s palace. He had never seen nor heard of sorrow or sickness or poverty. Everything that was evil or disagreeable had been carefully kept out of his sight. He knew only of those things that give joy and health and peace.

But one day after he had become a man, he said: “Tell me about the great world which, you say, lies outside of these palace walls. It must be a beautiful and happy place, and I wish to know all about it.”

“Yes, it is a beautiful place,” was the answer. “In it, there are numberless trees and flowers and rivers and waterfalls, and other things to make the heart glad.”

“Then to-morrow I will go out and see some of those things,” he said.

His parents and friends begged him not to go. They told him that there were beautiful things at home-why go away to see other things less beautiful? But when they saw that his mind was set on going, they said no more.

An Inspiring Story About The Early Life of Buddha

The next morning, Gautama sat in his carriage and rode out from the palace into one of the streets of the city. He looked with wonder at the houses on either side and at the faces of the children who stood in the doorways as he passed. At first, he did not see anything that disturbed him; for the word had gone before him to remove from sight everything that might be displeasing or painful.

Soon the carriage turned into another street-a street less carefully guarded. Here there were no children at the doors. But suddenly, at a narrow place, they met a very old man, hobbling slowly along over the stony way.

“Who is that man?” asked Gautama, “and why is his face so pinched and his hair so white? Why do his legs tremble under him as he walks, leaning upon a stick? He seems weak, and his eyes are dull. Is he some new kind of man?”

“Sir,” answered the coachman, “that is an old man. He has lived for more than eighty years. All who reach old age must lose their strength and become like him, feeble and gray.”

“Alas!” said the prince. “Is this the condition to which I must come?”

“If you live long enough,” was the answer.

“What do you mean by that? Do not all persons live eighty years-yes, many times eighty years?”

The coachman made no answer but drove onward. They passed out into the open country and saw the cottages of the poor people. By the door of one of these, a sick man was lying upon a couch, helpless and pale.

“Why is that man lying there at this time of day?” asked the prince.

“His face is white, and he seems very weak. Is he also an old man?”

“Oh, no! He is sick,” answered the coachman.

“Poor people are often sick.” “What does that mean?” asked the prince. “Why are they sick?”

How A Prince Became The Lover of Humanity

The coachman explained as well as he was able, and they rode onward. Soon they saw a company of men toiling by the roadside. Their faces were browned by the sun; their hands were hard and gnarly; their backs were bent by much heavy lifting; their clothing was in tatters.

“Who are those men, and why do their faces look so joyless?” asked the prince. “What are they doing by the roadside?”

“They are poor men, and they are working to improve the king’s highway,” was the answer.

“Poor men? What does that mean?”

“Most of the people in the world are poor,” said the coachman. “Their lives are spent in toiling for the rich. Their joys are few; their sorrows are many.”

“And is this the great, beautiful, happy world that I have been told about?” cried the prince. “How weak and foolish I have been to live in idleness and ease while there are so much sadness and trouble around me. Turn the carriage quickly, coachman, and drive home. Henceforth, I will never again seek my own pleasure.

I will spend all my life, and give all that I have, to lessen the distress and sorrow with which this world seems filled.” This the prince did. One night he left the beautiful palace which his father had given to him and went out into the world to do good and to help his fellow men. And to this day, millions of people remember and honor the name of Gautama Buddha, like that of the great lover of men.

Moral of The Story: To Love and be loved is the greatest happiness in life.

 

4. Bedtime Story of The Boy and The Robbers

In Persia, when Cyrus the Great was king, boys were taught to tell the truth. This was one of their first lessons at home and at school. “None but a coward will tell a falsehood,” said the father of young Otanes.

“Truth is beautiful. Always love it,” said his mother.

When Otanes was twelve years old, his parents wished to send him to a distant city to study in a famous school that was there. It would be a long journey and a dangerous one. So it was arranged that the boy should travel with a small company of merchants who were going to the same place.

“Good-by, Otanes! Be always brave and truthful,” said his father.

“Farewell, my child! Love that which is beautiful. Despise that which is base,” said his mother.

How A Little Boy Changed The Life of Bandits

The little company began its long journey. Some of the men rode on camels, some on horses. They went but slowly, for the sun was hot and the way was rough. Suddenly, towards evening, a band of robbers swooped down upon them. The merchants were not fighting men. They could do nothing but give up all their goods and money.

“Well, boy, what have you got?” asked one of the robbers, as he pulled Otanes from his horse.

“Forty pieces of gold” answered the lad.

The robber laughed. He had never heard of a boy with so much money as that.

“That is a good story,” he said. “Where do you carry your gold?”

“It is in my hat, underneath the lining,” answered Otanes.

“Oh, well! You can’t make me believe that,” said the robber; and he hurried away to rob one of the rich merchants.

Soon another came up and said, “My boy, do you happen to have any gold about you?”

“Yes! Forty pieces, in my hat, said Otanes.

How His Honesty Made Him A Great Man

“You are a brave lad to be joking with robbers,” said the man; and he also hurried on to a more promising field. At length, the chief of the band called to Otanes and said, “Young fellow, have you anything worth taking?”

Otanes answered, “I have already told two of your men that I have forty pieces of gold in my hat. But they wouldn’t believe me.”

“Take off your hat,” said the chief.

The boy obeyed. The chief tore out the lining and found the gold hidden beneath it. “Why did you tell us where to find it?” he asked. “No one would have thought that a child like you had gold about him.”

“If I had answered your questions differently, I should have told a lie,” said Otanes; “and none but cowards tell lies”

The robber chief was struck by this answer. He thought of the number of times that he himself had been a coward. Then he said, “You are a brave boy, and you may keep your gold. Here it is. Mount your horse, and my own men will ride with you and see that you reach the end of your journey in safety.”

Otanes, in time, became one of the famous men of his country. He was the advisor and friend of two of the kings who succeeded Cyrus.

Moral of The Story: Always tell the Truth in spite of all the odds.

 

5. A Captivating Bedtime Story: Saved By A Dolphin

In the city of Corinth, there once lived a wonderful musician whose name was Arion. No other person could play on the lyre or sing so sweetly as he; and the songs which he composed were famous in many lands. The king of Corinth was his friend. The people of Corinth never grew tired of praising his sweet music.

One summer he went over the sea to Italy; for his name was well known there, and many people wished to hear him sing. He visited several cities, and in each place, he was well paid for his music. At last, having become quite rich, he decided to go home. There was a ship just ready to sail for Corinth, and the captain agreed to take him as a passenger.

The sea was rough. The ship was driven far out of her course. Many days passed before they came in sight of land. The sailors were rude and unruly. The captain himself had been a robber. When they heard that Arion had a large sum of money with him they began to make plans to get it.

“The easiest way,” said the captain, “is to throw him overboard. Then there will be no one to tell tales.”

Arion overheard them plotting. “You may take everything that I have,” he said, “if you will only spare my life.”

But they had made up their minds to get rid of him. They feared to spare him lest he should report the matter to the king.

“Your life we will not spare,” they said; “but we will give you the choice of two things. You must either jump overboard into the sea or be slain with your own sword. Which shall it be?”

“I shall jump overboard,” said Arion, “but I pray that you will first grant me a favor.”

“What is it?” asked the captain.

“Allow me to sing to you my latest and best song. I promise that as soon as it is finished I will leap into the sea.”

The sailors agreed; for they were anxious to hear the musician whose songs were famous all over the world.

Arion dressed himself in his finest clothing. He took his stand on the forward deck, while the robber sailors stood in a half-circle before him, anxious to listen to his song.

He touched his lyre and began to play the accompaniment. Then he sang a wonderful song, so sweet, so lively, so touching, that many of the sailors were moved to tears.

Wisdom IS The Most Potent Weapon In The World

And now they would have spared him; but he was true to his promise, as soon as the song was finished, he threw himself headlong into the sea. The sailors divided his money among themselves and the ship sailed on. In a short time, they reached Corinth in safety, and the king sent an officer to bring the captain and his men to the palace.

“Are you lately from Italy?” he asked.

“We are,” they answered.

“What news can you give me concerning my friend Arion, the sweetest of all musicians?”

“He was well and happy when we left Italy,” they answered. “He has a mind to spend the rest of his life in that country.”

Hardly had they spoken these words when the door opened and Arion himself stood before them. He was dressed just as they had seen him when he jumped into the sea. They were so astonished that they fell upon their knees before the king and confessed their crime.

Now, how was Arion saved from drowning when he leaped overboard? Old story-tellers say that he alighted on the back of a large fish, called a dolphin, which had been charmed by his music and was swimming near the ship. The dolphin carried him with great speed to the nearest shore. Then, full of joy, the musician hastened to Corinth, not stopping even to change his dress.

He told his wonderful story to the king, but the king would not believe him. “Wait,” said he, “till the ship arrives, and then we shall know the truth.” Three hours later, the ship came into port, as you have already learned. Other people think that the dolphin which saved Arion was not a fish, but a ship named the Dolphin.

They say that Arion, being a good swimmer, kept himself afloat until this ship happened to pass by and rescued him from the waves. You may believe the story that you like best. The name of Arion is still remembered as that of a most wonderful musician.

Moral of The Story: Luck favors only the brave and the intelligent.

 

6. Bedtime Story For Kids: Who Killed The Otter’s Babies

Once the Otter came to the Mouse-deer and said, “Friend Mouse-deer, will you please take care of my babies while I go to the river, to catch fish?”

“Certainly,” said the Mouse-deer, “go along.”

But when the Otter came back from the river, with a string of fish, he found his babies crushed flat.

“What does this mean, Friend Mouse-deer?” he said. “Who killed my children while you were taking care of them?”

“I am very sorry,” said the Mouse-deer, “but you know I am Chief Dancer of the Wardance, and the Woodpecker came and sounded the war-gong, so I danced. I forgot your children, and trod on them.”

“I shall go to King Solomon,” said the Otter, “and you shall be punished.”

Soon the Mouse-deer was called before King Solomon.

“Did you kill the Otter’s babies?” said the king.

“Yes, your Majesty,” said the Mouse-deer, “but I did not mean to.”

“How did it happen?” said the king.

“Your Majesty knows,” said the Mouse-deer, “that I am Chief Dancer of the Wardance. The Woodpecker came and sounded the war-gong, and I had to dance and as I danced I trod on the Otter’s children.”

“Send for the Woodpecker,” said King Solomon. And when the Woodpecker came, he said to him, “Was it you who sounded the war-gong?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” said the Woodpecker, “but I had to.”

“Why?” said the king.

Bad Intentions Are The Only Reason For Our Grief

“Your Majesty knows,” said the Woodpecker, “that I am Chief Beater of the Wargong, and I sounded the gong because I saw the Great Lizard wearing his sword.”

“Send for the Great Lizard,” said King Solomon. When the Great Lizard came, he asked him, “Was it you who was wearing your sword?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” said the Great Lizard; “but I had to.”

“Why?” said the king.

“Your Majesty knows,” said the Great Lizard, “that I am Chief Protector of the Sword.

I wore my sword because the Tortoise came wearing his coat of mail.”

So the Tortoise was sent for.

“Why did you wear your coat of mail?” said the king.

“I put it on, your Majesty,” said the Tortoise, “because I saw the King-crab trailing his three-edged pike.”

Then the King-crab was sent for.

“Why were you trailing your three-edged pike?” said King Solomon.

“Because, your Majesty,” said the Kingerab, “I saw that the Crayfish had shouldered his lance.”

Immediately the Crayfish was sent for.

“Why did you shoulder your lance?” said the king.

“Because, your Majesty,” said the Crayfish, “I saw the Otter coming down to the river to kill my children.”

“Oh,” said King Solomon, “if that is the case, the Otter killed the Otter’s children. And the Mouse-deer cannot be held, by the law of the land!”

Moral of The Story: Do not unto others, what you don’t want unto you.

 

7. Amazing Bedtime Story of The Frog King

Did you ever hear the old story about the foolish Frogs? The Frogs were living as happy as could be in a marshy swamp that just suited them; they went splashing about caring for nobody and nobody troubling with them. But some of them thought that this was not right, that they should have a king and a proper constitution, so they determined to send up a petition to Jove to give them what they wanted.

They sent a messenger to Jove and begged him. “Mighty Jove,” they cried, please send a king that will rule over us and keep us in order.” Jove saw how stupid they were, and sent a king who could not harm them. He threw down a huge log into the middle of the pond, which came down splashing into the swamp.

The Frogs were frightened out of their lives by the commotion made in their midst, and all rushed to the bank to look at the horrible monster; but after a while, seeing that the king did not move, they got over their fright and one or two of the boldest of them ventured out towards the Log, and even dared to touch it; still it did not move.

Then the greatest hero of the Frogs jumped upon the Log and commenced dancing up and down upon it, thereupon all the Frogs came and did the same, and for some time the Frogs went about their business every day without taking the slightest notice of their new King Log lying in their midst.

But as soon as they found he really could not hurt them they began to despise him; and finally, they sent another messenger to Jove to ask for a new king. Jove sent an eel. The Frogs were much pleased and a good deal frightened when King Eel came wriggling and swimming among them.

But as the days went on, and the eel was perfectly harmless, they stopped being afraid, and as soon as they stopped fearing King Eel they stopped respecting him. Soon they sent a third messenger to Jove, and said to him, “We want a real king; a king who is worthwhile; one that will really rule over us.” It was too much; Jove was angry at their stupidity at last.

“I will give you a king such as you deserve!” he said. So he sent among them a big Stork. As soon as the Frogs came to the surface to greet the new king, King Stork caught them in his long bill and gobbled them up. One after another they came bobbing up, and one after another the stork ate them. Frogs repented over their mistake, but it was too late. He was indeed a king worthy of them!

Moral of The Story: Better no rule than cruel rule.

 

8. Bedtime Story For Kids: The Larks In The Cornfield

There was once a family of little Larks who lived with their mother in a nest in a cornfield. When the corn was ripe the mother Lark watched very carefully to see if there were any sign of the reapers’ coming, for she knew that when they came their sharp knives would cut down the nest and hurt the baby Larks.

So every day, when she went out for food, she told the little Larks to look and listen very closely to everything that went on, and to tell her all they saw and heard when she came home. One day when she came home the little Larks were much frightened. “Oh, Mother, dear Mother,” they said, “you must move us away to-night!

The farmer was in the field today, and he said, “The corn is ready to cut; we must call in the neighbors to help.” And then he told his son to go out to-night and ask all the neighbors to come and reap the corn to-morrow.” The mother Lark laughed. “Don’t be frightened,” she said.

“If he waits for his neighbors to reap the corn we shall have plenty of time to move; tell me what he says tomorrow.” The next night the little Larks were quite trembling with fear; the moment their mother got home they cried out, “Mother, you must surely move us to-night!

The farmer came to-day and said, “The corn is getting too ripe; we cannot wait for our neighbors; we must ask our relatives to help us.” And then he called his son and told him to ask all the uncles and cousins to come to-morrow and cut the corn. Shall we not move to-night?”

“Don’t worry,” said the mother Lark; “the uncles and cousins have plenty of reaping to do for themselves; we’ll not move yet.” The third night, when the mother Lark came home, the baby Larks said, “Mother, dear, the farmer came to the field today, and when he looked at the corn he was quite angry.

He said, “This will never do! The corn is getting too ripe; it’s no use to wait for our relatives, we shall have to cut this corn ourselves.” And then he called his son and said, “Go out to-night and hire reapers, and to-morrow we will begin to cut.”

“Well,” said the mother, “that is another story; when a man begins to do his own business, instead of asking somebody else to do it, things get done. I will move you out to-night.”

Moral of The Story: Take responsibility for your work on your own shoulders.

 

9. Bedtime Story For Kids: The Sons of The Caliph

There was a caliph of Persia whose name was Al Mamoun. He had two sons whom he wished to become honest and noblemen. So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher. One day after lesson hours, Al Farra rose to go out of the house. The two boys saw him and ran to fetch his shoes. For in that country, people never wear shoes in the house but take them off at the door.

The two boys ran for the teacher’s shoes, and each claimed the honor of carrying them to him. But they dared not quarrel and at last, agreed that each should carry one shoe. Thus the honor would be divided. When the caliph heard of this he sent for Al Farra and asked him, “Who is the most honored of men?”

The teacher answered, “I know of no man who is more honored than yourself.”

“No, no,” said the caliph. “It is the man who rose to go out, and two young princes contended for the honor of giving him his shoes but at last agreed that each should offer him one.”

Al Farra answered, “Sir, I should have forbidden them to do this, but I feared to discourage them. I hope that I shall never do anything to make them careless of their duties.”

“Well,” said the caliph, “If you had forbidden them thus to honor you, I should have declared you in the wrong. They did nothing that was beneath the dignity of princes. Indeed, they honored themselves by honoring you.”

Al Farra bowed low but said nothing, and the caliph went on. “No young man nor boy,” said he, “can be so high in rank as to neglect three great duties: he must respect his ruler, he must love and obey his father, and he must honor his teacher.”

Then he called the two young princes to him, and as a reward for their noble conduct, filled their pockets with gold.

Moral of The Story: Respect your Elders without considering their rank.

 

10. Bedtime Story For Kids: The Hare With Many Friends

A Hare was very popular with the other beasts who all claimed to be her friends. But one day she heard the hounds approaching and hoped to escape them with the aid of her many Friends. So, she went to the horse and asked him to carry her away from the hounds on his back. But he declined, stating that he had important work to do for his master.

‘He felt sure,’ he said, ‘that all her other friends would come to her assistance.’ She then applied to the bull and hoped that he would repel the hounds with his horns. The bull replied: ‘I am very sorry, but I have an appointment with a lady, but I feel sure that our friend the goat will do what you want.’

The goat, however, feared that his back might do her some harm if he took her upon it. The ram, he felt sure, was the proper friend to apply to. So she went to the ram and told him the case. The ram replied: ‘Another time, my dear friend. I do not like to interfere on the present occasion, as hounds have been known to eat sheep as well as hares.’

The Hare then applied, as the last hope, to the calf, who regretted that he was unable to help her, as he did not like to take the responsibility upon himself, as so many older persons than himself had declined the task. By this time the hounds were quite near, and the Hare took to her heels and luckily escaped.

Moral of The Story: True friends are rare in this selfish world.

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