Innehållsförteckning för March 2018 från Storytime

“It’s not good,” reported Sobek. “I’m afraid the Easter Bunny has a bad cold. She won’t be able to deliver this year.” The younger crocodiles groaned. “But we love seeing the Easter Bunny – she’s so cute and fluffy!” “Does that mean we won’t get any chocolate eggs?” asked Rocky. Rocky loved chocolate and Easter was the only time of year he got to eat it. “I’m afraid so,” said Sobek, looking serious. “Easter is cancelled.” The little crocodiles whimpered. A few of them shed crocodile tears. “Don’t worry, children,” said one of the older crocodiles. “We’ll just have to make up for it next year.” But that didn’t cheer anyone up. The grown-ups waddled into the water, leaving the children feeling glum. “Sobek, doesn’t the Easter Bunny have any…

They were as close as close could be – always giving each other a helping hand and caring for each other’s animals. But one day, they fell out over something silly. One of the sister’s white calves had strayed onto the brother’s land and he claimed it as one of his own. “But I know that calf belongs to me. I recognise its colouring,” said the sister. “No,” insisted the brother. “It’s definitely one of mine. I know it is.” The argument dragged on for weeks and they grew so angry, they stopped speaking to each other. For many months after this, they no longer gave each other a helping hand or cared for each other’s animals. They were both too stubborn to say sorry. When heavy rain fell and…

What’s this here? This creature looks queer. A bit like a pig – it’s a Tapir! Check out its snout wiggling about, Grabbing and holding fruit in its pout. It eats so much fruit, it has super poop With hundreds of seeds in every scoop. Those seeds become trees, a whole forest grows, All thanks to the tapir’s flexible nose! Another forest friend with a big beak – the tropical Toucan – this bird’s unique. With its bill it stays cool and reaches for food, And scares off predators if they intrude. It nests in a tree hole, just like an owl, And chats to its friends in a croak or a growl. Playful and noisy, colourful and smart, The bird with a beak that’s a work of art. Now…

Soon one shell cracked and then another and, one by one, her little ducklings popped out their perfect fluffy heads and said, “Peep, peep.” “Quack, quack,” said Mother Duck, pleased to see them at last. “Are you all out?” But when she looked down, she found one large egg which hadn’t yet hatched. Mother Duck’s friend waddled over. “Have they all hatched?” “No, there’s one egg that’s much larger than the others,” sighed Mother Duck. “But aren’t these the prettiest ducklings you’ve ever seen?” “They are,” agreed her friend. “Perhaps that’s a turkey egg. I had to hatch one of those once. Useless birds – they don’t even swim! You should abandon it.” “I don’t think it is,” said Mother Duck. “Anyway, I’ve sat here for so long now, another…

As the town was small, they agreed to divide it in two. Each tinker stuck to one side in the morning and, in the afternoon, they swapped over. One morning, a little girl opened the door to one of the tinkers. She desperately wanted one of the bracelets he was selling. It was colourful and sparkly and she had never owned anything so pretty. “Oh please, Grandma,” she begged. “Please can I have this bracelet?” But her grandmother had no money and she couldn’t afford such a luxurious gift. When the tinker saw how poor they were, he was eager to get way. “Is there anything we could swap?” asked the little girl. “All I have is an old plate my father gave me before he died,” sighed the grandmother.…

One day, his mother decided to make her famous chicken and rice stew. “Juan Bobo, can you go to your grandmother’s house and ask for her big cooking pot, please?” Chicken and rice stew was Juan Bobo’s favourite meal, so he ran up the hill to his grandmother’s house. His grandmother pointed at the pot – it was big and heavy and made of iron. “Thank you, Grandma,” said Juan Bobo. He heaved it onto his shoulders and staggered out of her house. The sun was beating down and Juan Bobo soon began to struggle under the weight of the pot. He hadn’t gone far when his shoulders began to ache. He put the pot down to catch his breath and noticed that it had three legs. “Hey, pot! I…