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A bedtime story about the hippopotamus Clumsy came to us from hot Africa.
This is where animals who love the heat enjoy their lives. They don't do well in cold climates. But in Africa it’s good - they have fun there. Listen to the fairy tale (5 min 14 sec) Fairy tale “How the hippopotamus Clumsy lived in Africa” Author: Iris Review
Once upon a time there lived a hippopotamus in Africa, and his name was Clumsy. He was big, strong, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed like he could swallow a steamer! But hippos don't feed on steamships. And Clumsy knew this very well. He ate, as a rule, in the dark, and, of course, not steamers, but ordinary grass, fresh, juicy grass. He happily gobbled it up on both cheeks, and also finished eating for those who were sleeping.
The hippo loved tea with bergamot, and he also liked to roll in the mud. It was so funny! So sticky! His skin became softer from the dirt; he didn’t need any creams or ointments!
In the morning, the hippopotamus Clumsy bowed to the baby elephant Liu, the lion cub Frant wished him a good day, and the parrot Chuncha entered into heated arguments with him. You see, all this happened in hot Africa, and not only the sun is hot there, but also the spores. Liu the elephant, Frant the lion cub and Chuncha the parrot were good friends of Clumsy.
The hippopotamus often walked through the swamp. It was very green. The green frog sang green songs in it, the green water dragonfly danced its green dance. Clumsy, although he was not green, danced with pleasure along with the dragonfly. But he had his own song. Like this:
I am not a cat or a tomcat, I am a cheerful hippopotamus! People run away if I open my mouth!
Everything went as usual, but then one day Clumsy disappeared.
-Where did our friend go? - the baby elephant, lion cub and parrot were perplexed. – A hippopotamus is not a spider-bug that hid behind a snag - and it doesn’t exist.
But then clouds came into the sky, and, as the parrot Chuncha noticed, one of them looked suspiciously like the hippopotamus Clumsy.
- Hey, Clumsy! It's you? We've lost you! - Chuncha the parrot shouted.
- It's me, friends! I turned into a cloud because I’ve been wanting to try this for a long time! It’s not all the time for me to wallow in mud and walk through swamps.
- This is cool! - said Lew and Frant, - but we, your friends, are bored without you! Come back home! Yes, and your mother will lose you!
And the hippo returned. He was joyful and cheerful. But for some reason the little elephant Liu, the lion cub Frant and the parrot Chuncha thought that he would disappear again.
One ordinary day, the hippopotamus Clumsy disappeared again. He was not in the banana alley, nor in the green swamp, nor in the bamboo grove.
All day long, the little elephant Liu, the lion cub Frant and the parrot Chuncha were busy looking for Clumsy. By evening they were tired and sat down on some hill.
“Let’s rest a little,” the friends thought.
And suddenly this mountain stamps its foot!
Little elephant Liu, lion cub Frant and parrot Chuncha jumped, and the next moment they fell to the ground!
In the darkness, they did not see that they sat directly on the hippopotamus. After all, whatever you say, it looks a little like a mountain. Rising to their feet, the friends laughed merrily. And the hippo laughed loudest of all!
- Clumsy! Something always happens to you! - said the parrot Chuncha. - Either you are a cloud, or you are a mountain.
- Yes! – the hippopotamus said modestly. – But life without adventure is boring!
My friends agreed with this immediately!
They were ready for new hippo adventures!
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It’s rare that any parent can boast that their son or daughter boldly goes to the medical office to donate blood from a finger, get an injection or a vaccination. The fear of such procedures is inherent in almost all children. The fairy tale “Brave Fly,” which contains an indirect influence, and the magical story “Stargazer in Search of Whims,” which carries a direct instruction, are aimed at achieving a common goal - to help the child overcome the fear of injections and vaccinations.
The fairy tale was written by practical psychologist Yulia Voroshnina for a seven-year-old boy who categorically refused to be vaccinated. During the initial consultation, the psychologist learned that the boy is interested in computer games, where the main characters are goblins, elves and gargoyles. It was these details that made it possible to create a fairy tale and, in a metaphorical form, convey a “message” to the child about the need to get vaccinated.
Brave Fly
In ancient times, or maybe not very long ago, there was a small fairy-tale island on the sea-ocean. A beautiful, fabulously beautiful forest grew on it. And in that forest lived kind and cheerful elves. These little creatures with wings lovingly watched and looked after the forest - their home. And the most important defender of the forest was the small, but very strong and resilient elf Fly.
The inhabitants of the island had one secret: in the forest, in the thicket, the gargoyle Aya had lived for more than a hundred years. One day, fleeing from evil goblins, weak and wounded, she flew to the elves on the island. The evil goblins were jealous of the magical power of the gargoyles and decided to exterminate their entire family. In a difficult battle with the giants, Aya’s relatives died, and she was left alone. The elves knew that gargoyles were not safe creatures, but they took pity on Aya, hid her from the goblins on their island and saved her from certain death. Aya did not like daylight and therefore lived as a hermit, far from the elves.
But once a year, on a summer night, the gargoyle (in gratitude for saving and preserving the secret of her stay on the island) went out onto the porch of her home to share her magic with the inhabitants of the island. On this day, adult elves brought their children to the castle, and as soon as the last rays of the sun went out and the stars lit up in the sky, the magic began. Aya injected each baby elf with magical nectar, which appeared in a shiny droplet at the tip of her single claw on the wing. She did this to help the babies become adults, to spread their wings and give them strength.
This has been the case for a hundred years. This was the case that summer when it was Fly’s turn to become an adult. All the fabulous inhabitants of the island gathered near the gargoyle’s dwelling. The gargoyle first spread her wings, then uttered some words and touched the little elves with her claw with a drop of nectar, and at the end of the ritual she covered the injection site with a mint leaf. After some time, the little elves, who had already matured, flew high, high on strong and beautiful wings. How magnificent their flight was!
Fly watched with delight and slight envy the transformations of his comrades. He also wanted to have strong and beautiful wings, but the sharp claw frightened him so much that he could not decide to approach Aya. His heart was beating strongly with fear. No, Fly was not a coward! He was not afraid of anything in the world...except the gargoyle and its claw.
“Aya is kind, but so scary! And the claw is so big and sharp!!! What if the gargoyle pierces me right through with its claw? No, not even for the sake of strong wings, no!” - decided the little elf Fly, hid under a leaf of fern and from there continued to watch what was happening. No one noticed that Fly ran away from the ceremony and did not strengthen his wings with the magical nectar of the gargoyle Aya.
For a long time, the little elf managed to hide from everyone that he could not fly as high as the others. He deftly jumped from one tree branch to another - for this he only had the strength of his children's wings. And there was no need for wings to help the ants build an anthill or play hide and seek with the insects.
Nobody knows how, but the evil goblins learned the secret of the elves. They decided to take revenge on the inhabitants of the island and sent their most ferocious warrior to them. And then one day a large boat with an evil, dirty and foul-smelling goblin landed on the shore of the island. Having set foot on the island, the goblin immediately began to destroy and break trees, trample grass, crush cockroaches, and destroy bird nests. Horror gripped all the forest inhabitants. What will happen to them, the forest, the island?
The elves gathered for a council and began to think about how to stop the goblin and send him back. Finally they decided that they needed to get the flower of oblivion. The elves knew that in one distant clearing a wonderful flower grew and if a goblin inhaled its aroma, he would forget why he came to the island and return to his home. But not everyone can cope with such a task - you have to be very strong and brave to fly after the plant and return before the aroma wears off.
There are many strong elves, but there are brave ones... All the elves knew that the bravest one was Fly. Therefore, the important task of saving the forest and all the elves was entrusted to him. It was then that it turned out that Fly did not accept the gargoyle’s nectar and his wings were not as strong and durable as those of other adult elves. Panic set in. Some were crying, some were cursing. Some began to reproach the little elf, others tried to persuade him to go to Aya. How hard it was for Fly at that moment! "What should I do? I have to save everyone! But the gargoyle, her claw! I'm scared! Maybe we can do without this? — Fly was worried.
Someone flew to Aya for advice. The gargoyle passed a drop of nectar to moisten Fly's wings. Maybe this will help? And so they did.
Oh, miracle! Fly's wings began to glow with a soft blue light and lifted him high, high into the sky!!! The inhabitants of the island rejoiced - soon, very soon, salvation would come!
Everyone saw Fly rushing over them with a flower in his hands. All that remains is to find the goblin. But what is this? The glow of the elf’s wings began to quickly disappear, and Fly began to sharply lose height - this was the end of the nectar’s effect.
Night moths rushed to the aid of the brave elf and sprinkled him with pollen from their wings. From this, Fly (who was already as light as a feather) became even lighter, was able to get up and flew to the goblin with all his might. There were only a few centimeters left to the giant's large, potato-like nose. And then the goblin sneezed so hard that waves rose on the ocean, and all the pollen of night moths fell off the wings of the brave elf, and the flower crumbled into petals. Fly fell right under the feet of the evil giant.
The villain has already raised his hefty paw to crush the elf, and it is unknown what would have happened to Fly if not for Aya. Despite the scorching sun, Aya left her shelter and attacked the monster, began to beat it with her wings, and the goblin fell, losing his balance. In this terrible battle, the gargoyle damaged its wing and could no longer fight. Overcoming severe pain, she managed to move Fly to a safer place.
And the goblin, rising to his feet, began to destroy all life on the island with even greater anger. “If you don’t bring a magic flower now, then there will be nothing alive left on the island,” thought the exhausted Fly.
The little elf looked at his savior and was surprised to discover that she was not as terrible as he thought. And her wings are soft, and her claw is no longer so scary. From the prick of the claw, goosebumps ran through Fly’s body, then it became hot. He felt the magic spreading his wings. It hurt a little, but it wasn't scary at all. Fly rose into the air. His heart began to beat loudly and quickly, but not from fear, but from joy - now he has strong and beautiful wings. Oh, if he had known about this earlier, would he have run away from the ceremony!
With all his might, the brave elf rushed to the fairy-tale meadow for the flower of oblivion. A few seconds later, with a flower in his hands, he was already next to the goblin. And when the giant was about to crush the house of the elves, Fly flew up to his nose. The magic flower did its job - the goblin inhaled the aroma and froze with his leg raised: he thought, looked around with an uncomprehending look, scratched the back of his head and backed away to his boat.
As soon as the boat set sail, all the inhabitants of the island ran ashore, flew out, and crawled out. They surrounded the brave elf on all sides and began to thank him for his salvation. That same evening, a gala dinner was held in Fly's honor. For his courage and bravery, he was proclaimed king and protector of all elves.
Six-year-old Nastya, the calmest patient in the hospital ward, began to be capricious and cry loudly at the mere sight of a syringe, “infecting” other children with her condition. A magical story written by Lilia Tkach helped the girl overcome her fear of injections and continue her course of treatment.
Stargazer in search of whims
One late evening I was walking home through the park. The path was illuminated by lanterns, and everything around was dark. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strange old man appeared in front of me. Dark clothes, a cape made of silver brocade and a huge cap decorated with gold stars.
- Who you are? - I asked.
“Stargazer from the Capricious Planet,” the old man introduced himself.
- Stargazer from the Capricious Planet? — I was surprised and felt a chill run down my spine.
- What are you doing here?
“I’m looking for capricious people,” the Astrologer answered tiredly and asked if I knew where capricious girls and boys lived in our city.
Of course, I immediately remembered about one girl, but I didn’t tell Astrologer about it. Instead, she asked why he was looking for capricious children. The astrologer sighed loudly and began his story:
— High, high in the sky, behind the large and bright stars, a small planet rotates. It is called the Pearl, although recently it is increasingly called the Capricious Planet. From time immemorial, Zhemchuzhinka was inhabited by hardworking, disciplined and neat people. In appearance they look like people living on Earth, only very small. Humans have always taken care of their planet, monitored cleanliness, treated nature with care, were friends with the inhabitants of neighboring planets, and never violated cosmic rules of conduct.
“What good people,” I continued the conversation. “Why do you call them capricious?”
— A year ago, a big disaster happened. The Pearl was attacked by microbes from the planet Virus, and almost all the little people fell ill with disobedience and whims. It was then that the planet began to be called Capricious, and the little men capricious,” the Astrologer answered sadly.
- What happened then? Why are you looking for capricious creatures on our planet?
The astrologer understood my concern, lowered his eyes and quietly continued:
— A quarantine was declared on the planet, and the population was strictly prohibited from walking in outer space until Zhemchuzhina scientists created a medicine to cure everyone. But a few capricious people broke the cosmic rules, went for a walk, got lost and ended up on planet Earth.
— Are the earthlings in danger? - I was scared.
“Yes and no,” Astrologer tried to reassure me. “I’ve already found all the capricious ones, vaccinated them and sent them to Zhemchuzhinka.” Now, as before, they are hardworking, disciplined and neat little people.
- So there is no more danger.
I was happy and even clapped my hands. But the Astrologer frowned and said:
— Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. The fact is that on Earth the microbe of disobedience is dangerous only for children; it affects exclusively little people. Fortunately, most children on Earth have good obedience immunity, but there are children...
- Do you want to say that some children have already become ill with whims? — I interrupted the old man impatiently.
“Yes,” answered the Astrologer sadly. - What will happen to them?
“They may remain little whimsicals forever.”
- Can I help them somehow?
- Yes. To do this, they need to get a magical vaccination or several ordinary injections,” answered the Astrologer.
- Injections! — I groaned and remembered how I was sick as a child and how they gave me injections.
“Yes, a few ordinary injections,” the Astrologer calmly repeated, “this must be done as quickly as possible.” Only injections will help capricious girls and boys change, grow strong and healthy, beautiful and smart.
At this time, Astrologer's phone rang and he was told that they had found another capricious child. The astrologer bowed to me and disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. And I hurried to my friend’s girl to tell her this story.
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