Fairy Tale/Folk Tale Friday- King Of The Forest

This is a short story intended for Chinese New Year. Tiger was prowling through the shadows when he came across Fox, sitting outside his den. Tiger smiled to himself and pounced on Fox’s tail, pinning him fast. Fox told him to get off of him because he was the King Of The Forest. Tiger was shocked and told Fox that he wasn’t the King Of The Forest. Fox insisted that he was because all of the animals were afraid of him. He said that Tiger should follow and see for himself. Tiger was incredibly curious but did so. (Anyone else getting The Gruffalo vibes?)

As they approached a herd of deer by the river, they were terrified and fled. They came to some pigs and when Fox appeared they squealed and thundered away. They came to some monkeys, who shrieked with fright and scrambled into the treetops.

Tiger was amazed and apologised to Fox for underestimating him. He agreed that Fox was the King Of The Forest and left the crafty Fox alone.

I can’t work out which one came first, but this definitely does remind me of the Julia Donaldson’s The Gruffalo! 

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Fairy Tale/Folk Tale Friday- The Magic Porridge Pot

I adore this sweet little story which always makes me feel warm inside! 🙂 I’ve shared it with my class before and they adore it too. I’m pretty sure you’ll have heard of this story before. It’s mega popular.

It centres around Hans who comes from a poor family. He is walking to school one day when he meets an old woman. She asks for some food and he shares his only crust of bread with her. On the way home, he meets her again. She hands him a cooking pot and tells him that it’s a thank you for his kindness. She tells him to tap it and say ‘Cook, little pot, cook.’ She said it will give them as much porridge as they wish. If they want it to stop they have to say ‘Stop, little pot, stop!’ Hans thanked her and took the pot home.

Hans showed his mother and his brother Fritz. From that day on, they never had to go hungry again. Sometimes they stirred in jam or berries. Sometimes they invited their neighbours in.

One morning when Hans was at school, Fritz decided he wanted more porridge. His mother was outside so he took advantage of that. The porridge kept on cooking. He didn’t notice until he had licked his bowl clean. ‘Stop cooking pot!’ he said, but the pot didn’t stop. It spilled onto the stove and onto the kitchen floor. Fritz started to cry and his mother came in to see what had happened. She said ‘Stop, porridge pot, stop!’ The pot kept cooking. It flooded the kitchen and flowed out through the back door. It kept on spreading. The villagers were alarmed as the porridge oozed into their homes. The children could make porridge snowmen but soon the porridge was too thick to play in. It flowed all the way to the school.

Hans could smell the porridge. He ran out of school and realised what had hapened. He couldn’t get home to set things right. However, a gust of wind gave him an idea. He got a kite that they’d been making at school. He threw it into the village which the wind then took into the sky. He grabbed its tail and held on until he was at his own porridge garden. He tapped the porridge pot and said ‘Stop, little pot, stop!’ It stopped cooking at one.

It took many days to eat their way through the porridge and nobody in that village, except Hans and his family, ever ate porridge again!

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Fairy Tale/Folk Tale Friday- Father Frost

This Russian fairy tale is all about a man whose wife died leaving him to care for their young daughter, Irina. The man was worried that Irina was lonely, so he married a woman who had a daughter of her own. He felt like this gave Irina a family.

However, Irina’s father had made a mistake. Her stepmother was terrible and hated Irina. She was treated very like Cinderella whereas Nonna, the stepmother’s daughter got to lye in bed all day. If Irina or her father complained, the stepmother would throw pots and pans at them.

One morning, the stepmother decided that it was time for Irina to get married. She instructed her husband to take Irina into the forest and leave her by the tall pine tree. He didn’t want to because he believed that she would freeze in the cold. Irina’s stepmother insisted that she wouldn’t be waiting for long. The only food she was allowed to take were some peelings from the pigsty. Irina and her father were too scared to argue. As they rode away into the forest, the stepmother cackled at her trick…

Irina and her father went into the forest and located the pine tree. He really didn’t want to leave his daughter. She insisted that she’d be fine and didn’t want her father to get in any trouble.

As Irina was shivering in the cold and nibbling on the peelings, she heard footsteps in the snow. A glittering figure with a white beard came towards her. It was Father Frost. He asked her if she was warm and although she was shivering, Irina said that she was. He stepped closer making ice form at her feet. He asked her again if she was still warm. Irina said that she was, even though her toes were numb. Father Frost stepped closer making snowflakes fall. As he asked again, Irina struggled to breath because each breath stabbed like needles in her chest. Irina still insisted that she was warm enough. Father Frost took pity on Irina. He wrapped her up in a scarlet cloak and warm blankets.

That night, Irina’s father couldn’t sleep and rode into the forest, fearing that his daughter was dead. To his delight, she was alive, warmly dressed with a chest full of presents at her feet. The stepmother was furious when they returned. She said Nonna must go to the forest because she deserved richer clothers and presents than Irina.

When Father Frost visited Nonna at the tree, she was completely different to Irina. She moaned about the cold and was very greedy. Father Frost recognised that greed. He raised his staff.

The stepmother went into the forest, searching for Nonna. She found her as pale as ice with nothing but a box of pine needles at her feet. She hugged Nonna, but Nonna was so cold that they both froze on the spot!

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