How Little Owl Found Friends
Lived - was in the Big Forest Little Owl. She was wonderful in everything: pretty, and smart, and cheerful, and a master of all paws. But that's just very uneducated. During the day, she quietly slept in her bed in the hollow of the Old Forest Oak, and at night, waking up, stretching, eating, flew out into the forest and shouted loudly: “Uh-huh!”.
She didn’t let anyone sleep: neither Chanterelle-sister, nor sister Titmouse, nor Papa Owl, nor even Grandpa Bear! She loudly rustled her wings, pounded her beak on the windows and woke everyone up. At dawn, the Little Owl went home to sleep, and the forest animals woke up gloomy and gloomy. They were angry with each other, and everything fell out of their paws.
One day, the inhabitants of the forest lost their patience at once. Magpie's girlfriend suggested going to the Little Owl's house, and just as impolitely preventing her from sleeping. But no matter how much they knocked on the door, no matter how hard they tried to shake the Old Forest Oak, Little Owl did not wake up.
They sat in a circle on the shore of the quiet Forest Lake and began to think what they should do. Finally, the wise Grandmother Turtle said: “I understand why Little Owl does not sleep at night! From my great-grandmother, I heard that owls are nocturnal birds, their eyes hurt from daylight and their mood deteriorates. Therefore, they walk and play while everyone else is sleeping and the moon is shining! We just have to find friends for the Little Owl who also do not sleep at night, and then everyone can live in peace!
Everyone began to remember in unison who else in the Big Forest walks all night. The Hedgehog came out into the clearing, yawning. "Hey, who's keeping you awake here?" he snorted angrily. “This is us,” the Girlfriend Magpie crackled. - We are looking for friends for the Little Owl so that she has someone to play with at night. Then she would stop bothering us and let us sleep!”. “So they would have said right away! - the Hedgehog calmed down. - Do not worry, today my friend Mouse and I will go to visit the Little Owl, and we will walk and play together! The two of us in the night forest are also not very fun!
Since then, forest animals began to sleep peacefully at night, and Little Owl found new friends.
How Little Owl welcomed guests
One day, the Little Owl decided to invite her friends, the Hedgehog and the Mouse, to visit her. She baked a pie with wild berries, brewed tea with herbs that she had collected in a clearing. And so she wanted to please her guests, she wanted so much to be the most beautiful that she took her lipstick and all the beads and rings from Mother Owl without asking. The Little Owl dressed up and sat down on a stool at the entrance to wait.
A huge full moon shone and all the decorations shone brightly. Little Owl looked furtively into her mirror and rejoiced at how beautiful she was after all.
The Hedgehog and the Mouse were in a hurry with all their might, with them they had a jar of raspberry jam for tea. They ran to the foot of the Big Oak, in the hollow of which the Little Owl was waiting for them. The little mouse quickly climbed up and almost went blind from the bright shine of beads and rings. “Oh, Hedgehog, we seem to have made a mistake with the house! In my opinion, Girlfriend Magpie lives here! And they ran on.
Waiting for them, waiting for the Little Owl, and then quietly crying. "Don't cry, Little Owl," Mother Owl stroked her head. “Remember, I told you that you should not put on all the jewelry at once, and even more so, paint your little beak so brightly with lipstick?” This will not make you more beautiful, but only make your friends laugh or scare! Look at your beautiful feathers on your chest, how brightly your yellow eyes shine! And your beak is so strong and strong that there is no need to decorate it somehow! Little Owl wiped her eyes with a soft wing, took off all her mother's beads, and flew to catch up with her friends.
How Little Owl went for a walk
Once Little Owl decided to take a walk in the forest alone. At all. Without Mama Owl and Papa Owl. And even without their friends - the Hedgehog and the Mouse. She quietly slipped out of the house, without saying anything to anyone, and went into the night forest. There was no one around, and the Little Owl remembered that she was not allowed to wake the forest dwellers. Suddenly something crackled and crunched in the bushes, and a huge Gray Wolf appeared on the path. He was very angry and hungry. However, the Little Owl so wanted to play with someone that she flew up to the Gray Wolf and joyfully shouted: “Hello!”. She was a very polite Owl.
"Hey!" growled the Gray Wolf. In life, he did not have good manners, but the Little Owl seemed to him so plump, so similar to an appetizing pie with feathers, that he was ready for any courtesy, just to get her in his paws with huge sharp claws. Little Owl sat on a stump next to the Gray Wolf and asked: “How are you? Have you also decided to walk alone? Is there no one waiting for you at home? “No,” the cunning Wolf seemed to cry. “I live all alone on the very edge of the forest. And no one needs me, unfortunate…”
“Poor thing… Do you want me to play with you?” – the Gray Wolf happily nodded his shaggy head. "Come visit me! Wolf suggested. “I will show you beautiful picture books and give you delicious wild berry juice!” “You know, Mama Owl told me that in no case should you go anywhere with strangers. But you are so good, and so lonely! I feel so sorry for you! Let's go and get to know each other on the way!
They were already approaching the house of the Gray Wolf when he suddenly turned to the Little Owl and grabbed her in his strong clawed paws. Little Owl screamed loudly and cried, but no one could hear her on the very outskirts of the forest. Fortunately, at that time, the Mole dug his underground tunnels right under the Wolf's house. It was he who realized that trouble had happened to the Little Owl. He quickly reached the place where Papa Owl hunted and told him everything. Papa Owl immediately left all his affairs and rushed to the outskirts of the forest. He attacked the Gray Wolf (and Papa Owl's claws are also very strong and sharp) and took the Little Owl from him. Then he flapped his huge wings, and together they flew home.
And in the hollow of the Old Oak, Mother Owl could no longer find a place for herself from excitement. She was delighted when the disheveled Little Owl was at home again, hugged her, and then nevertheless said in a very stern voice: “Never again, Little Owl, do not go for a walk far from home alone! And never talk to strangers! Even if they promise juice, gingerbread and picture books!” Little Owl just sobbed and nodded her head. She understood what the danger was, and what could happen if the Mole did not hear her.
Papa Owl didn't say anything. He angrily looked at the naughty Owl, and flew away on business.
How Little Owl got sick
Winter has come to the Big Forest. She covered all the clearings with soft fluffy snow, wrapped all the Christmas trees and birches like a blanket. Even the Old Oak, in the hollow of which the Little Owl lived, received a luxurious white hat as a gift from Winter. And she hung transparent ice icicles on the branches of forest raspberries and currants. Sister Fox and Sister Titmouse played snowballs and rolled down the hill. They laughed and made such a loud noise that they woke the Little Owl, who preferred to sleep soundly during the day, and walked only at night. "Come to us, since you've woken up!" - Titmouse-sister called her. Little Owl jumped out of a warm bed and flew into the street. "And the boots? What about mittens? What about a hat?” Mama Owl called after her, but Little Owl didn’t hear her anymore.
At first she closed her eyes tightly against the bright sunlight, and then rushed off to play. Together with Sister Chanterelle and Titmouse Sister, she merrily somersaulted in the snow, and then decided to try icicles - they seemed to her tasty and unusual sweets. Having played enough, the Little Owl returned home, all wet and cold, asking her friends to wait for her again tomorrow. At home, the Little Owl had a headache, his throat wheezed and it became very, very hot.
Mama Owl got upset and invited Grandmother Turtle, who was a forest doctor, to examine Little Owl. Grandmother Turtle measured the temperature - it was very high, asked to open the beak - the neck was red. “Ai-yay-yay, Little Owl! Don't you know that in winter, before a walk, you must definitely put on felt boots, mittens and a hat? And in no case should you taste icicles! Grandma Turtle said sternly. Little Owl began to cry, she felt so bad that she was ready to drink any medicine, just to get well soon. Grandma Turtle wrote out a long prescription, and Papa Owl went to the Forest Pharmacy. The medicines were very bitter and nasty, and the ointment burned her throat so badly that Little Owl slowly shed tears. Soon she fell asleep, wrapped in a warm blanket of moss.
The next morning, Little Sister Fox and Little Titmouse came to visit her, brought her a jar of raspberry jam and a gift from Grandfather Bear - a barrel of fragrant medicinal honey. They drank tea together, and Little Owl slowly recovered. A few days later, when Granny Turtle confirmed that Little Owl was completely healthy, Mama Owl again allowed her to take a little walk. Little Owl was very happy. "I'll come to you now!" she shouted through the window to Little Sister Fox and Little Tit Sister.
This time she put on a warm hat, felt boots and mittens. “And give me a scarf, please!”, Little Owl asked Mom Owl, and flew off to play snowballs and treat her friends with real sweets, and not icicles-candy.
How the Little Owl got a Toothache
Little Owl did not like to wash her face in the evenings. She didn't like brushing her teeth at all. Well, it's true, what kind of stupid exercise is this - to drive back and forth in the beak with a spruce branch for three whole minutes. It is much more interesting to bathe a rubber duck or make a fountain by pouring water from a straw. Near the washbasin, she pretended to brush her teeth and quickly ran to eat delicious mama owl pancakes.
Once Little Owl woke up in broad daylight from a very strong pain. Everything hurt: the beak, and the ear, and even the right eye! At first, Little Owl endured this terrible pain. She tossed and turned from side to side, put a pillow to her cheek, stroked her swollen eye with her wing. Then, when it became completely unbearable pain, Little Owl got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to Mama Owl.
"Good day, Little Owl! Run quickly, wash your face, brush your teeth - I baked your favorite pancakes! Mama Owl smiled at her.
“And I already washed my face and brushed my teeth,” Little Owl lied, trying her best not to burst into tears from the pain. She sat down on her chair. Mom Owl poured her a mug of warm milk, and put a plate of hot pancakes. Little Owl hurried to bite off and screamed loudly in pain: the piece hit right on the very tooth! "What's the matter? Mother Owl fluttered her wings. “The pancakes are so tasteless that you’re crying?” “No, mom, they are very tasty!” – somehow, through tears whispered the Little Owl. “Then why are you crying and not eating? Come on, while they are hot, and I will put you additives and jams! The little Owl dipped a ruddy pancake into fragrant strawberry jam and took another bite. Sweet jam got into the tooth itself and it became so unbearably painful that the Little Owl could not restrain herself and screamed loudly. “We should call Grandmother Turtle soon! Let her examine you and tell you what happened!” - and Mother Owl rushed to the Forest Hospital.
Soon she returned with Grandma Turtle. In her beak, Mother Owl had her big suitcase with various medical instruments. Grandmother Turtle looked at the Little Owl and immediately understood the reason for her tears - she was a very old, wise and experienced doctor. "Open your beak, dear!" Grandma Turtle said sternly. Little Owl was very frightened, but she was in so much pain that she immediately obeyed. “Well, well,” Grandma Turtle carefully examined her mouth with a small round mirror. - All clear. Tell me, ma'am, how long have you been brushing your teeth?" "This morning! Little Owl lied. “Ay-yay, how not ashamed to deceive! You have a toothache, and all because you are too lazy to clean with spruce branches twice a day, and rinse your mouth with clean water every time after eating! I don't want to feel sorry for you!" “Are you going to pull it out for me now?” Little Owl got scared. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the huge iron tongs in Grandma Turtle's suitcase. “No, fortunately, it can still be saved! Now you urgently need to go to the Forest Hospital! Your poor teeth, how unlucky they were with the mistress! Mother Owl helped Little Owl get dressed and together they went to treat the tooth.
Soon the treatment was over, and Grandmother Turtle released the Little Owl to Mother Owl. Toothache gone!
The next night, when the Little Owl woke up, Papa Owl handed her a spruce branch: “Hurry up, brush your teeth well, and let's go to the kitchen, mom made pancakes for us! But just don’t try to deceive me!” And the Little Owl was not even going to deceive anyone. She remembered too well how her teeth could hurt if she stopped brushing them twice a day for three minutes.
How Little Owl was left at home alone
Once Little Owl was left at home all alone. Mom Owl and Dad Owl gave her a picture book and flew away on business, strictly forbidding to turn on the kettle, touch large matches, and even more so open the door to someone. Little Owl sighed and sat down on a chair to look at the pictures.
Soon she became very bored, and she decided to thoroughly explore the house while no adults were there. Little Owl so wanted, finally, to take a closer look at the boat, which Papa Owl glued together himself. She set up a large stool and climbed onto the highest shelf. Little Owl was so carried away that she didn't notice the big kettle, which was still very hot from their family tea party. She accidentally touched him, burned the wing and, out of surprise, rolled down head over heels. It was very painful, and even a box of matches flew right to the top of my head.
Little Owl, forgetting that she had just fallen and burned herself, opened a beautiful box and took out a long thick match, which Papa Owl used to kindle firewood in the fireplace. She remembered how he had struck it against the black side of the box, and then, in the most magical way, a bright light appeared. It became warm and cozy at home, everyone sat side by side and read interesting books. Little Owl was very interested in how a magic light appears and she decided to be a little Papa Owl. Well, at least pretend, at least once!
Little Owl ran the black head of a match along the side of the box, and was delighted: she got such a light! But Mother Owl strictly forbade her to do so! Little Owl began to blow on a big match to put out the flame, but this made it flare up more and more brightly. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. “It’s probably mom and dad back! Oh, and it will hit me now! - Little Owl rushed to the door and quickly opened it. On the threshold stood a huge Gray Wolf. He didn't expect to be able to get Little Owl in his clawed paws for his lunch so quickly. The Gray Wolf quickly ran into the house and began to catch the Little Owl. He did not notice that the rug near the fireplace began to burn slowly and the smoke flew out of the house directly into the small window in the hollow door.
Papa Owl was the first to see the smoke from their own house. "Looks like we've got a problem at home! We must quickly save the Little Owl!” - and they flew back with Mama Owl. Papa Owl quickly opened the door and saw through the clouds of smoke how the entire floor next to the fireplace was burning, and the Gray Wolf was chasing Little Owl, trying to catch her. "Oh, you shameless!" - Papa Owl got angry. He snapped his huge beak menacingly and showed the Gray Wolf claws sharp as knives. The Gray Wolf got scared and jumped out the door. His tail caught fire, and in general the situation was very unpleasant.
Meanwhile, Mother Owl had already put out the rug and calmed the Little Owl, who, in addition to everything else, had a very sore burnt wing. I had to urgently call Grandmother Turtle to cure the stupid Little Owl. "How can you be so naughty!" - Papa Owl was indignant, and Mama Owl shook her head in frustration. Little Owl was very ashamed, and she decided that from now on she would always obey mom and dad, and think carefully before doing what they usually do not allow.
How Little Owl Helped Mom
Spring has come to the Great Forest. The bright sun illuminated all the clearings and trees, climbing with its hot rays into the most secluded corners. In the hollow of the Old Oak, Mother Owl started a general cleaning - a lot of dust and unnecessary things accumulated over the winter.
Little Owl didn't like it very much. Whether it's reading a book or drawing. But Little Owl didn’t know how to read yet, so she walked around Owl’s mother, pulled her by the edge of a multi-colored apron and asked: “Well, m-a-a-a-ma, well, at least a page!” But Mom Owl had absolutely no time, and therefore she suggested to Little Owl: “Come on, you will help me with cleaning now: wipe, for example, dust on a shelf with books or put your toys in a drawer, and then I will have free time, and I I would love to read to you!" But Little Owl was too bored to mess around with a bucket and a rag, so she slowly put on her hat and slipped out the door. On the street, the Hedgehog and the Mouse were waiting for her. Together, friends ran to play in a forest clearing, away from these vacuum cleaners and brooms.
Having played enough, the Little Owl returned home, took off her shoes, stained with street mud (it was so fun to run through the puddles with friends!), Threw a jacket into the corner and ran up to her mother: “Have you finished cleaning yet? Can you read to me now?" But Mother Owl shook her head and wandered into the hallway: she had to hang her jacket in the closet and wash her little shoes.
Little Owl was very upset and even tried to cry, but Papa Owl looked at her sternly and said: “Our mother put the house in order all day long. I helped her, and for this she will treat me to delicious tea with a pie, which, by the way, we baked together. But you are still very small, you can’t even collect your toys, so you don’t have a sweet pie.”
Little Owl sighed and wandered off to sleep. She fell asleep so soundly that she didn’t even hear how Mom Owl and Dad Owl flew into the forest on their own business. When she woke up, no one was home. Little Owl looked around: her pants and slippers were lying on the floor, which she took off before going to bed. Pencils and paints were scattered on the table, and the books of that one looked like they would fall out of their shelves. Little Owl stretched and ran to the bathroom: “T-ah-ah, where is mom’s rags? Now let's see who our little one is! In her room, Little Owl picked up all the clothes from the floor and carefully folded them into the closet. Then she collected pencils in a glass and washed all the brushes. The books on the shelf also stood in a friendly row. It turned out that dusting and sweeping the floor is not such a difficult science!
Then Mom Owl and Dad Owl returned.
"Mum! - Little Owl called her from the threshold. “Let’s go to my room, I’ll show you something!” Mama Owl sighed in confusion and reluctantly followed Little Owl, she remembered how much cleaning was still to come.
"Blimey! - Mother Owl was surprised, seeing what order and cleanliness suddenly appeared in the place of yesterday's mess. - Did Uncle Raccoon visit us? He likes to put everything in its place!”
“No, mom, what are you! Little Owl laughed. “It was I who arranged my books and toys! I so wanted to help you so that you would have free time and you could read me a new book!” “Of course, Little Owl! Mom smiled. “Now I’ll be happy to draw with you!”
“It seems that someone will even get a piece of the sweet pie! - Papa Owl whispered in Little Owl's ear. “After all, you are already quite big!”
Little Owl ran to the kitchen to get her plate and mug. Then I must remember to wash them, she thought. “Then they’ll think again that I’m quite small, and my mother will have even more free time, then, probably, she will agree to teach me how to bake sweet pies!”
How Little Owl went to the theater
Once Papa Filin returned home in a very good mood. He was always cheerful and joyful, but this evening everything was somehow special. He whispered something in Mama Owl's ear, and she laughed happily. “Little Owl,” Mother Owl smiled. “Today we are going to the theater with the whole family!” Little Owl did not know what a theater was and why she needed to go there, but when she saw that Mother Owl was taking her most beautiful dress out of the closet, she was very happy.
Soon the whole family was in the huge Forest Theatre, bright lights were shining around, and loud beautiful music was playing. Little Owl saw a lot of acquaintances: there were Grandma Turtle, Grandpa Bear, and Uncle Raccoon. And even the huge Gray Wolf came, dressed up in a bow tie and black tailcoat. Everyone smiled and greeted each other. But the Little Owl did not want to greet anyone, because she saw small bright tables on which multi-colored leaves were laid out. Little Owl ran up to them and shouted loudly: “Mom! Dad! See what pictures! I'll take them all home!" “No, Little Owl,” Papa Owl said sternly. – These are special theatrical programs intended for all theater goers! Take only one!"
The bell rang, and they went into the hall to quickly take their seats. “But I don’t want to sit in that chair! - the Little Owl was indignant. “I like where Granny Turtle is over there!” And she began to dangle her legs and flap her wings.
Suddenly, the lights went out in the hall, and the performance began on the stage. Little Owl remembered that she had a chocolate bar somewhere in her purse, and she really wanted to eat it as soon as possible. But it was very dark and cramped. Little Owl jumped up from her seat and began to unfold the shiny paper. The paper rustled, and everyone around began to look around and in a loud whisper ask the Little Owl to stop disturbing them from watching the performance.
Papa Owl was completely angry, took the Little Owl in his arms and left the hall.
“I am very ashamed of you,” Papa Filin said. “I didn’t think I had such an ill-bred daughter!” “But, dad, I just wanted a chocolate bar!” – justified Little Owl.
“We are in the theatre! First of all, it was necessary to say hello to everyone, and then calmly wait for the start of the performance! When we are invited to the hall, we need to go only to those places that are indicated on my tickets! And when it all starts, you need to behave quietly, so as not to interfere with either the artists or the audience! Papa Filin sighed. “Of course, I should have told you about all this at home, but I’m so busy, I don’t have much time. Therefore, if you don’t know how to behave correctly, just look at me or at Mom Owl - she is very well-mannered with us, and you need to take an example from her. Little Owl happily nodded her head and hugged Papa Owl: “And now can we return to our seats? I want to know what's going on there now!" “Of course, Little Owl,” Papa Owl smiled. Together they went into the hall - the most interesting began on the stage. Little Owl sat quietly and carefully watched everything that was happening.
When the performance ended, all the audience clapped their hands, shouted "Bravo!" and stood in their places. Little Owl furtively looked at Papa Owl and Mother Owl, also stood up and began to loudly flap her wings. This time no one scolded her, but on the contrary, one of the artists winked at her cheerfully: “Thank you, you are a very good spectator!”
Finally, the whole family returned home. On the way, mother Owl and father Filin discussed the performance and admired the actors' play. And Little Owl thought: “Now I know what theater is, and I know how to behave there. And if I don’t know something, then I’ll definitely ask my dad or mom and I’ll learn everything, everything! ”
How Little Owl went to the store
One day Mother Owl was going shopping and decided to take Little Owl with her. They put on their hats and set off. The forest shop was very large: huge windows, endless shelves with different goods and many, many customers. The forest dwellers moved along the stalls with baskets on wheels and piled loaves of bread, boxes of biscuits, large bags of apples and bottles of sweet soda. Suddenly, the attention of the Little Owl was attracted by a shelf with toys. More precisely, a huge, enormous ball. She so wanted this ball to go home with her that she immediately ran up to Mother Owl and insistently demanded: “Mom! Buy me that ball!" “But, Little Owl, I can't buy it for you! Firstly, I don’t have enough money, and secondly, we won’t take it away - you see how many purchases we already have!” Mother Owl retorted.
The Little Owl was so upset by this injustice that tears immediately gushed out of her eyes. She really wanted this ball to be only hers! And also that doll and the designer from the top shelf. She covered her beak with her wings and wept loudly. "Little Owl! You're being very indecent!" - Grandma Turtle remarked to her as she passed by. "None of your business!" - shouted the Little Owl and cried even louder.
Mother Owl felt very ashamed, she quickly collected all the purchases in a basket, firmly took the Little Owl by the wing, and they left the store. On the way, Mother Owl was silent, and Little Owl continued to cry loudly and stomp her feet. Everyone around looked at them and whispered in surprise: “What happened in the owl family?” At home, Mother Owl took Little Owl to her room and silently went to the kitchen. She angrily rattled pots and thought about something else.
Little Owl still continued to cry loudly when Papa Owl returned home. He talked about something for a long time in the kitchen with his mother Owl, then they called the Little Owl to drink tea with gingerbread. Little Owl sat down on her chair and began to blow on hot tea resentfully. Suddenly, Mom Owl began to cry: “Dad Owl, I want candy!” “But I didn’t bring you candy today!” Papa Filin replied. However, Mother Owl did not seem to hear him and continued to cry loudly: “I want sweets! I don't want those gingerbread!" Little Owl looked at her mother in surprise: she had never behaved like this before, but, on the contrary, she was always very polite and well-mannered. "Mum! But daddy said that he would bring sweets another time!” said Little Owl. "It's none of your business! I want them now, period!” - Mother Owl stamped her feet and scattered sugar on the table.
“I understood everything,” said Little Owl quietly. She slid off her chair, put on her cap, and slipped out the door. "Where are you going?" - Papa Filin only had time to shout. “I’m going to apologize to Grandma Turtle!” whispered Little Owl. She was very ashamed and wanted to run away far into the forest, so that she would suddenly meet one of the store visitors along the way. But she firmly decided that she would apologize to everyone for her behavior and would never, ever again demand from her mother that which is now not included in her plans. Especially in the toy store.
How the Little Owl traveled through the Noisy City
One day Mama Owl and Papa Owl decided to visit their old friend Uncle Parrot. He lived in the Noisy City far from the Big Forest, and it took a very long time to get to him. Mama Owl packed two large suitcases and the family hit the road. The journey took them all day, and when they reached the Noisy City, it was already late evening. Little Owl was so tired that she fell asleep right on Papa Owl's wings. When she woke up, Aunt Parrot treated Little Owl with sweet bananas and suggested that she take a walk and see the Noisy City.
“Great idea,” Mom Owl and Dad Owl were delighted. - But only Little Owl has never been further than the Big Forest! Wouldn't she be scared?" “Nothing,” Aunt Parrot reassured everyone. “I will teach everything that will help the Little Owl not be afraid of the Noisy City!”
Aunt Parrot and Little Owl took their bags and went for a walk.
They left the house and found themselves on a huge street, which hummed, whistled, growled and very frightened the Little Owl. First they walked along the path that Aunt Parrot called "the sidewalk." Little Owl almost got lost when she accidentally released Aunt Parrot's wing. She was pushed by Bears and Elks, Penguins and Hippos. And even the Cat on a bicycle almost ran over the Little Owl. Fortunately, Aunt Parrot quickly found her and took her aside.
“When you walk on the sidewalk, stick to the right side, then you will not disturb anyone. Take me by the wing and don't let go, - Aunt Parrot reassured her. "Let's go over to the other side!" Little Owl obediently nodded her head and boldly stepped onto the wide road.
“When you cross the street, Little Owl, be very careful! See the stripes on the road? They are called "zebra". The road must be crossed only on them!
“And this is a traffic light,” Aunt Parrot pointed with her wing at the multi-colored blinking column. “He will tell you when to stand and when to cross the road!” Look: a red light is on in front of you, which means that you need to stand on the sidewalk and not move anywhere. ” Little Owl looked attentively and memorized everything that Aunt Parrot told her.
But then the red flashlight on the column went out, then the yellow blinked and a bright green lit up. "Let's go, Little Owl! This is a traffic light signal for us. But still, before crossing, take a good look around: first to the left, then to the right!
Little Owl turned her head first to the left - the bright cars and buses of the Noisy City stood right under their red traffic light signal and did not move anywhere. “Come on, Little Owl! Do not be afraid!" Light winked at her. Now she turned her head to the right - the road was clear. Little Owl followed Aunt Parrot to the end of the road and sighed - now it was not so scary. There was another wide road ahead, but Aunt Parrot suggested going down to the underpass - it was even safer and quieter there.
Aunt Parrot suggested that Little Owl go to the park, but for this she had to go by bus. They stood in a special clearing, which was called "Stop" and began to wait. At this time, the Jumping Bunny played with his bright striped ball and missed it right on the road. The brakes creaked, the drivers honked, the traffic light quickly changed the green color of the flashlight to red for both cars and pedestrians. The ball was lying right under the wheels of Grandfather Bear's truck, and the frightened Bunny-Bouncer was crying, sitting right in the dust of the road. “Look, Little Owl, and remember: never play near the road. And if you need to move the ball, put it in your purse!” said Aunt Parrot.
Little Owl nodded her head and took her wing even tighter.
At this time, the bus came up and they went to the park of the Noisy City. Everyone sat in their place, and while the bus was moving, no one got up and walked up and down the cabin.
When the bus stopped in front of the park gate, Aunt Parrot got out first, then helped Little Owl. They walked around the back of the bus and crossed the "zebra" to the green signal of the traffic light to the other side.
It was very interesting in the park of the Noisy City: bright carousels, large swings, slides and fountains - Little Owl only had time to look around. They ate sweet corn and drank delicious juice from berries that did not grow in the Great Forest. Finally, it's time to head back. Along the way, Aunt Parrot again told Little Owl how to behave on the street, on the bus, on the road. She said that everything should always be according to the Rules of the Road, then trouble will not happen.
"Weren't you scared, Little Owl?" asked Papa Filin when they returned home.
“No, dad, I learned all the Rules, and now the Noisy City is not scary for me at all!” Little Owl laughed. She really wanted to get home as soon as possible. big forest to tell your friends about the importance of following the rules of the road.
The owl fell out of the nest. He was still small, and did not know how to fly at all. With sadness, the baby looked up, looked around at the night forest surrounding him. And the owl became scared and lonely. The forest frightened with black shadows of trees, the cold wind howled mournfully.
From somewhere above, from the darkness of the night, a bat dived towards the owlet. Sat down next to
looked at the baby, and asked: "Why are you sitting here, all alone?"
The owlet replied: "I fell out of the nest, and I can't fly back." The bat chuckled.
The kid looked at her with hope: "And you, can you teach me to fly?"
"Not." the winged one replied coldly. "But why??" - asked the owlet.
The bat just laughed slyly and soared into the night sky. For some time, the owlet looked after her longingly - naive .. he still did not know that, by nature, the bats- sworn enemies of owls. Time later, the kid remembered that somewhere, in the thicket of the forest, there lives an old wise owl who knows the answers to all questions.
And the kid decided at all costs to find the old man, and learn how to learn to fly.
He went forward, and the forest no longer frightened him as before. But only the trouble is - the owlet did not know where to look for the owl.
On the way he came across a gray mouse - her small eyes shone in the moonlight.
"Mouse, mouse, tell me, do you know where the wise owl lives?" - asked her owlet.
She squeaked something and disappeared into the darkness. "Mice are afraid of me" - thought the kid. He kept walking, not knowing the way.
Minutes turned into hours, days into weeks. Forces gradually left the little wanderer,
his paws wobbled with fatigue. And one day he fell, and did not feel the ability to get up again and continue on his way.
Suddenly, a hooting sounded over the head of the owlet. The kid looked up - and did not believe what he sees. Above him, on a branch of an old oak, sat an owl.
"Wise owl ..." - began the owlet, - "Tell me, can you teach me to fly?"
"Can the wind teach stones to speak?" he answered.
The owlet was silent - he did not understand this wisdom. Owl continued: "Understand, baby, there is something in this world that everyone must learn for themselves. You have wings - believe in their strength. Practice - and one day you will definitely succeed. And most importantly - never despair"
And the owlet believed the words of the owl, not knowing why. Maybe because somewhere, in the depths of his little soul, he wanted to believe.
And he began to learn to fly. He often fell, but did not leave hope for success, and the day came when he felt the strength of his wings. The joy of the baby knew no bounds - he flew, competing with the winds, then soaring up to the clouds, then as if creeping over the forest and fields.
But one day, flying over his native nest, the owlet felt that something was irrevocably
has changed. Childhood is gone.
He made a farewell circle over an old pine tree and flew north into the approaching winter.
And the cold light of autumn stars illuminated the path of the winged wanderer.
A few days ago we received a gift from Israel, from Lisa Arye, within the framework of . In addition to the postcard, in the envelope we found a cute owlet for the Christmas tree. See how he comfortably perched on the branches of our tree? In her wishes to Sonya, Liza wrote that perhaps we would write a fairy tale about this owlet. And of course we did! On the same day. And the owlet was named Tom, after Liza's little son.
Liza, Tomik, thank you for the wonderful card and gift! This fairy tale is for you. Hope you enjoy it.
Fairy tale about a good owlet
In one dense forest, where there are many oaks, aspens and firs, there lived one small owlet. His name was Tom. Tom was a very kind owlet, during the day he slept on a branch of an old thick oak, and at night, like all owls, he was awake. Everyone knows that owls catch mice, but Tom didn't want to catch them at all. He liked mice and wanted to be friends with them.
“Mom, I can eat berries and nuts like other forest animals,” he said to his mother, “I don’t want to catch mice.”
“But you are an owl, and owls are supposed to catch mice,” his mother answered.
“I don’t want to catch them, I want to be friends with them,” Tom persisted, because he was not only a kind, but also a very stubborn owlet.
And then winter came to the forest. She covered everything, trees, bushes, the ground with white fluffy snow, like a duvet. And along with winter, cold came to the forest. True, the owls were not afraid of the cold, because they had a warm feather coat.
One winter evening, when the other owls had not yet woken up, the owlet Tom was sitting on a branch and suddenly heard someone's quiet squeak and cry. Tom looked around with his big round eyes. Like all owls, he saw very well in the dark, so he, of course, noticed a small gray mouse lying in the snow. Tom flew off his branch and landed next to the mouse. The baby was shivering from the cold.
- What are you doing here? Tom asked, “Other owls will wake up now and you won’t do well, run away to your hole.”
- I can't, I lost my way in the dark, - said the mouse, - And I'm so cold that I just can't move.
- Oh, you poor thing, - said Tom, he pushed one of his wings under the mouse so that he would not lie on the snow, and covered the baby from above with the other.
So Tom sat up all night, warming the little mouse and hiding it from the other owls. And when the sun rose, the mouse was able to see all the paths in the forest and remembered how to get to the house. Peak, and that was the name of the mouse, thanked Tom the owlet very much. They decided that now they are friends and will always help each other.
The owlet's mother just shook her head when Tom told her about his new friend. She could not understand how it is possible to be friends with mice.
Several days have passed. Around noon, when the owlet Tom and his mother were sleeping sweetly on an oak branch, a loud squeak was suddenly heard. Tom opened his eyes and saw a whole family of mice under the tree. They squeaked loudly, obviously trying to wake them up. Peak was among them. Owl Tom flew down from the tree, went down to make out what the mice want to tell him.
“Fly away, fly away quickly, a whole squad of owl hunters is coming here!” Fly away, save yourself! the mice squeaked.
Tom quickly thanked them and flew off to wake up his mother and the other owls. In just a few minutes, all the owls in the forest took to the air and flew off in a direction known only to them. They returned home only when the danger had passed.
Since then, in this forest, owls have ceased to hunt mice. After all, the mice saved their lives. And the owlet Tom was able to be friends with the little mouse Peak for his own pleasure. Indeed, for friendship it does not matter at all who you are, an owlet or a mouse. The main thing is to want to be friends.
Maria Shkurina
P.S. By a happy coincidence, Lizin's handicraft blog "The World of My Dreams" is this week's birthday in the "Friendly Blog Marathon" in our favorite collective blog "Yanochka's Butterfly Friends". Liza's blog is just a miracle, just a fairy tale! Full of colors, life and good mood. Delicious blog, I'm not afraid of this buzzword. Even a non-handmade mom like me will find something for herself in this blog. And first of all, the warmth of Liza's heart.
In one town, of course, magical, in the very town that is far, far beyond the forest and the river, there lived, there were ... who just didn’t live! In a house with a red roof lived a hare mother with her bunny. In a house with a green roof lived an aunt goat with a kid. In the smallest
A house with a bright yellow roof lived grandfather hedgehog with hedgehogs. There were also many different houses with different tenants.
And in one house there lived an owl. It was a very serious bird. And beautiful. Her soft gray feathers shone with a brown sheen. And big, big yellow, very yellow round eyes were kind and very attentive.
Beautiful red flowers grew around the owl pyramid house. The owl carefully looked after her little garden. Early in the morning, while the rays of the sun were not hot, the owl took a watering can and watered each flower. The owl loved her flowers, but willingly gave them to her neighbors and acquaintances. If she needed to see someone, to say something to someone, she would definitely pick the most beautiful flower, first present it, and only then tell the news.
This is how the owl lived. And beautiful, and smart, and not greedy.
Imagine if they didn't love her. And mom is a hare, and aunt goat, and grandfather is a hedgehog, and the rest of the inhabitants of a magical town.
And it’s not that they didn’t like the owl: she didn’t do anything bad to anyone. But no one was ever happy about it. Even vice versa. Someone sees. an owl flies, holds a beautiful flower in its beak, someone sees and thinks:
“If only not to me! Just not to me!!”
Why so? Why were they afraid of the owl? And because the owl was the first to know about the bad, the first to report the bad news.
And how did she know everything? The fact is that the kind bright yellow eyes of the owl were very attentive. “Good?! - you will say. - How kind are they, if they notice everything bad ?!” And you listen to the tale further and decide whether the owl has kind eyes or not. And is the owl itself good? Isn't it?
Early in the morning the owl will water its beautiful red flowers, and she has no more to do. She takes off on soft strong wings to the uppermost, by the way purple, floor of her multi-colored pyramid house and sa-iggs at the window. Now dozing, then looking around. And the eyes are big. vigilant. How can you not see it! What?
For example, here's what. They run out of their little hedgehog house. Grandfather hedgehog accompanies prickly grandchildren for a walk and makes sure that each hedgehog is shod in boots. After all, it had just rained, and there were apparently puddles on the street. But as soon as grandfather hedgehog disappeared into the house, the naughty hedgehogs threw off their tiny boots from all legs and splashed barefoot through small puddles. The hedgehogs had a lot of fun because the puddles splashed so funny. It's fun, it's fun, but what happens if you run barefoot through the puddles? Cold! Or even angina! All adults, of course, knew about it. The owl also knew. Only everyone was busy with business - some around the house, some in the garden - no one saw anything. And the owl sat at her window and saw everything. So she found out before anyone else when the naughty hedgehogs would probably catch a cold. Well, tell me, could an owl, a serious bird, not warn the hedgehog's grandfather? Warn grandfather to buy medicine for his hedgehogs in advance. Owl right?
And so it happened. The mother hare and aunt goat will go away on business, and the hare and goat will climb into the garden. The hare and the goat have a common garden: both grow carrots, turnips, and cabbage. If the hare and the goat, without permission, ate only cabbage and carrots, it would still be fine. But then the owl sees - the little robbers ate half a turnip. Is it possible to! After all, the turnip is not yet ripe, still green! The goat and the hare will have a stomach ache. The owl was very excited. She decided that it was urgent to tell mother hare and aunt goat about everything so that they would quickly write down their babies to the doctor. Owl right?
Rights are not rights, as soon as he sees something disturbing, he is in a hurry to warn. And in order to somehow soften the unpleasant news, the owl first gives the neighbor one of her beautiful red flowers, and only then politely, politely upsets. And what is left for her?
And now the owl picked three flowers and flew off to warn the grandfather of the hedgehog, the mother of the hare and the aunt of the goat.
Uh, uh, uh! Dear grandfather hedgehog! I respectfully ask you to kindly accept my flower, and also a warning: your hedgehogs should get a sore throat, because they ran barefoot through the puddles. Uh, uh, uh! I'm sorry, but you need to run faster for the cure. Uh, uh, uh!
The grandfather hedgehog was upset, very upset, but he already knew, knew for sure that the hedgehogs needed to take pills for a sore throat.
Uh, uh, uh! Dear mother hare and aunt goat! Please, accept my humble flowers and an alarming warning! Wow! Wow! Wow!
The mother hare and aunt goat were alarmed. Very alarmed, but immediately took their kids to the doctor. He immediately gave them pills for the stomach, and the hare and the goat did not even have time to get sick.
Here is a story about an owl that a magician told me. About an owl that lived in a magical town. I saw everything, I knew everything. Is she so kind? Or not? You say: “No. After all, she upset everyone.”
Or say, “Yes. After all, she warned about troubles, which means she helped to cope with them. Think, then you'll understand. Maybe the inhabitants of the magical town do not like the owl in vain?
There is a huge forest in the world. And in this forest there is a big, big tree. There is a small hollow in the tree. And in the hollow lives a little owlet Plush.
Plush was born quite recently and everything is interesting to him. Why are the leaves noisy? Where do delicious butterflies come from? And what happens in the world while he sleeps?
Now Mom is cleaning his feathers, and Plush is looking at a piece of the sky between the branches of a spruce and counting the stars: One .... Two…. Three four….
Mom, are there many stars?
Lots of?
A lot... like leaves?
And more than butterflies?
Great! - thought Plush - Mom, are the stars delicious?
Stars are inedible - Mom laughed.
Not-sie-dob-ny-e - Plush whispered - It's a pity.
The hollow is warm and quiet. Plush closes his eyes and listens to the forest. Here a branch on a neighboring tree crunched, and wide strong wings rustled in the air. It was grandfather Owl who returned to hunt. And a little further the Hedgehog rustled in the grass. “He wants to find big leaves for a blanket, otherwise it’s cold for him to sleep,” Plush remembered. He looked up at the sky again. There was a fifth star.
Mom, are all the stars small?
No, the stars are big, they're just very far away.
And which is the biggest?
Is it over there? - Pointed Plush to the fifth brightest star.
No. The sun is not visible now.
And now? - Plush stuck his head out of the hollow.
You'll fall! - Mother was frightened and dragged him back - The sun is visible only during the day, while we sleep.
Then can I not sleep at all tonight?
Try - Mom smiled.
I will never fall asleep and meet the Sun! - Plush thought ... and yawned.
In a dark hollow under the warm Mother's wing, Plush sweetly sniffs and sees a dream. Plush is dreaming of the biggest star. She burns with gold in the black sky. Leaves and butterflies swirl around the star. And Plush is sitting on a branch next to his grandfather and is preparing to take off. For the first time! Myself! The wind moves his feathers on his abdomen, small wings straighten and take in air. The sun is calling him to the sky. Plush raised his head, jumped from a branch and .... woke up.
Mom is not around, around the night. Plush is unhappy. He swayed, chuckled and squeaked:
Maaaaam! Twee-twee…. Maaaaaaaa! Tew-eeee…..Tew-eeee!!!
What are you screaming about? someone downstairs grumbled.
Plush closed his beak in fear.
Get out! Let's chat!
Well, I do not! - thought Plush and huddled deeper into the hollow. But then he heard with horror how this “SOMEONE” was climbing up the tree! Plush drew his head in, folded his wings, and closed his eyes tightly.
I am a tree, I am a tree, I am just a tree, he repeated, trying not to tremble.
You are not a tree, you are an owl! - laughed someone - Do not be afraid. I do not bite.
Plush imagined the Beast with huge fangs. He slowly opened one eye and lifted his head slightly. There were no fangs, but the Beast had a black mask. But the eyes were not evil, cheerful. The monster climbed into the hollow, moved its small ears, sniffed the air with its black-and-white muzzle, and sat down, joyfully fluffing its striped tail. Plush was so surprised that he forgot to be afraid.
Now Mom will come back and give you! he squeaked ominously.
For what? The monster smiled.
Strangers are not allowed to visit us?!
Well, let's get acquainted. I think your name is Plush, right? Hedgehog told me. And I'm a racoon raccoon. Come on paw!
Wow, you have five fingers! And I have only four ... - Plush remarked with resentment.
It's nothing! But what claws! Rakoon was delighted.
Plush proudly spread his wings and squinted his eyes - They will soon be like the Pope! And I will fly! Hunting there... to the river... above the trees! To the very stars!
You already lied about the stars! - Raccoon waved his tail - You know how far they are! Here is my brother thought that the stars are lollipops. He climbed the saaaaamuyu high pine and still did not get it.
Stars are inedible! - Plush chuckled - have you seen the Sun?
Rakoon scratched his nose - I saw it. Only a long time ago.
And what is it? Very big?
No, like an apple.
Plush didn't know what apples were, but didn't want to seem stupid - So not very big? And what color? White?
Red!!!
What a strange star - thought Plush - Why don't you sleep during the day?
I sleep. But once did not sleep. This is when my brother climbed a pine tree, my mother and I were looking for him until the morning. So I saw the sun.
Tweeeeeeeeeeeee….. I spit…. Plyuyuyuyush .... - it was heard in the distance.
Rakoon raised his ears in fear - Oh! It must be your Mom!
Yes! And dad! Whoooooooooo!! Plush squealed happily.
Then I'd better go - said Rakoon and began to crawl out of the hollow.
Wait! But what about the Sun? I want to watch too, but I fall asleep.
Rakoon disappeared, but after a moment his sly muzzle appeared again - If you want, I'll wake you up in the morning!
Want! Plush rejoiced.
Well, I'm off! See you! - Rakoon quickly going down the trunk with his paws.
Plush stuck his head out of the hollow - Rakoon, and you .... won't you sleep?
Not! Honestly!
Mom and Dad brought Plush a lot of butterflies and one lizard. Plush ate and talked about Rakoon. He tried so hard he almost choked.
Mom, he is a raccoon .... he has a brother ... on a tall pine .... and mother …. and he is the Sun ... and he will show me .... and five fingers.... Raccoon is called!
Don't rattle! I don't understand anything! - Mom said - You first eat, and then tell.
And I know this Rakoon! - Dad laughed - He lives in a hollow three trees from us. Funny guy.
He will come to wake me up - Plush boasted - We will meet the Sun!
Just meet quietly so that Mom and I get enough sleep.
Good - Plush squeaked and swallowed the lizard.
And in the morning it started to rain. Plush sat in the hollow and watched small drops hit the broad maple leaves. Rakoon collapsed nearby. He thoughtfully scratched his stomach and purred some song under his breath.
And that there will be no sun at all today? Plush whispered sadly.
No, you see how the clouds covered the sky.
High above the trees and, however, thickened, as if offended by someone gray clouds. They pouted and cried. And the two darkest even decided to fight. Thunder boomed. Plush shuddered, but did not rush to Mama.
Oooh, great! - screamed Rakoon - Let it bang again!
It’s better not to, thought Plush, and said out loud, Maybe the rain will end soon and the Sun will still come out.
I don't know... Look Plush! There! Lightning!
Where?
Yes, here it is - Rakoon turned his head to him - Wow, how it spins with you!
Ticklish! - Plush squeaked, but he saw LIGHTNING!
A broken beam of light pierced the sky for a second, and thunder rang out again.
MOOOOLNIA! - Plush squeaked with delight and bulging his eyes, sat on the very edge of the hollow - More! More! he waved his wings.
Shh! Rakoon hissed, but too late.
Mom woke up.
So talkers lively sleep!
But Mom, what about the Sun? - whimpered Plush.
Look tomorrow.
What if it rains again?
Plush, we will definitely see him one day anyway! Rakoon promised.
What sad words "tomorrow" and "one day" - thought Plush, climbing under the wing of Mom - I like "today" and "now" more. Wish it stopped raining today! If only the sun would come out NOW!
Maybe the clouds have reconciled. Or the arriving wind dried the leaves. Or the big distant Sun finally heard the little owlet. While the frustrated Plush slept, it slowly emerged from behind the clouds. Already a thin warm ray ran along the branches, jumped over the leaves and crept into a small hollow of a large, very large tree in a huge forest. Ray warmed Plush's paw, moved onto the wing and jumped right onto the small beak. Plush shook his head, sneezed, and opened his eyes.
This, what is this? he squinted.
A ray quickly ran out of the hollow. The owl rushed after him. And so he got out of the nest for the first time and sat uncertainly on a branch. Plush clenched his fingers tighter, folded his wings, and stared at the sky with all his eyes. The sky was clear and washed. It spread over the forest in all the blue. And the sun shone brightly in the sky. It was warm and affectionate like Mom, strong like Dad, wise like Grandfather Owl and cheerful like a Raccoon raccoon.
Hello Sun! Plush shouted.
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