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The Millipedes And The Frogs |
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Zane, 10, Nashville,
Tennessee |
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moral of my fable is: Don't do what you
know you can't do. |
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fable is: Once upon a time
there were Millipedes and Frogs living at the
same place. Then, one time,
while Mrs. Millipede and Mr.
Millipede were shopping, their kids
were playing with the Frog kids.
The Frogs told the Millipedes to go
swimming.
Then
the Millipedes said, ''Yes,
we will go swimming''. The
Millipedes tried to swim but when they went
deep in the water they drowned. |
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Joy And Her Friends |
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Toby, Christopher, Jared,
& Jordan, with their wise
leader, Coach Griffin, 15-18 year old students, Texas,
USA |
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moral of my fable is: Take care of your
personal hygiene. |
| My
fable is: There once was a
pig named Joy. Joy was going to play with her friends, Dog and Cat, that
day.
Early in the day, Joy played in the
mud and ate a bunch of onions. She should have bathed in the pond, but
she really didn’t want to. She should have brushed her teeth, but she
just didn’t want to do that either.
She rushed to play with Dog and Cat.
But when she got there, they didn’t want to play with her. Dog said,
“You stink like dirt!”. Cat said, “Your breath
smells like onions!”. Dog and Cat said, “We
don’t want to play with you, because you smell bad!”. |
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Pirate's Treasure |
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Alisha, 11
Riyadh, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia |
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moral of my fable is: Don't believe
dreams. |
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fable is: Ten steps from the
porch and twenty steps from the rose bushes, growled Bluebeard in
Jimmy's dream one night. "There be treasure there! Aawrgh."
So the next day Jimmy began to dig. He
dug until the hole was deep and the dirt pile was high. He kept digging.
The hole got deeper and the dirt pile got higher. He dug until the hole
was deepest and the dirt pile was at its highest.
He sighed. "I'm too tired. I can't dig
anymore." Then he spied something... ...but it was only one of Woofy's
bones. Instead of treasure, all Jimmy had was a dog bone, a hole, and a
big pile of dirt to fill it in with.
He thought,
"That pirate lied to me!"
But when Jimmy's mother saw what he
had done, she clasped her hands and smiled a smile from here to Sunday.
"Oh, thank you, Jimmy. I always wanted a rhododendron bush planted just
there. Here's $5.00 for digging that hole." |
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Try To Be Nice To Everybody |
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Mackenzie, 9,
Connecticut |
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moral of my fable is: If someone is
being mean to you don't be mean back. |
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fable is: One fine day there
was a tiger sitting on a rock that kept moving. The tiger didn't know
what to do. A few minutes later the tiger
heard a voice. "What was that",
the tiger said with a deep voice. It was a turtle saying,
"GET OFF OF ME".
Oooops, "I'm
sorry", the tiger said in a high voice.
"I didn't know I was
sitting on you." "WELL YOU BETTER WATCH WERE
YOU SIT", the turtle said screaming at the
little tiger.
The tiger started to cry. Then he
started to scream at the turtle saying that he should watch his mouth.
But when he said that his mom was standing behind him. He got in big
trouble for yelling at the turtle. His mom
told him that if someone is being mean to you, you
shouldn't be mean back.
Well, the
tiger learned a lesson. He
wasn't going to be mean to anybody who
was mean to him unless that he had to protect himself. |
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We Stopped Dingo Channel
Copying |
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Cody, 6, South Africa |
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moral of my fable is: Lose something and get it
back. |
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fable is: The Dingo channel
writers had been copying
ideas from Carly. So
Cary, Sam, Freddie,
and Spencer went to Hollywood
stop this copying.
Carly and
Sam went into the Dingo studio to stop this
crime while Spencer and Freddie
went to find the head of
the Dingo channel.
A security guard was
standing at the door.
Spencer tricked the security and he
gave him the key to the
head person's office. They saw the head of the
channel run away.
They
realized that they
had the key to the office
so they went in to take
pictures of the records
showing the copying of Carly's work. Then they went back to the
studio.
They brought
the head of the channel over to
have him see and talk to the Dingo
channel writers.
The Dingo writers promised to never steal
another idea from Carly. |
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The Shade Tree |
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Nathalia, 12, Texas,
USA |
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moral of my fable is: Never trust shady
characters. |
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It was a slow summer day. The sun was blazing
and all the animals of the forest did everything they could to survive
and stay cool in the heat.
There was a snake named Scale that was very hungry but couldn't slither
out from under the shade of his tree because his skin would get burned.
"How would I get food?", snake thought.
Suddenly a bunny named Fluff hopped by. A light bulb lit up over Scale’s
head. “Hey you!”, he called, “Come here!”
“Who me?”,
asked the bunny, not knowing what was going
on. “Do you want to relax under the cool shade with me?”,
asked Scale as he made a welcoming gesture.
“Oh! Sure!!”, cheerfully said the bunny, not
know he’s walking right into a trap.
As Fluff bounced towards the tree he
tripped over something. It was Scale’s tail. “Why don’t you invite your
friends to hang out as well? It would be selfish if you keep the
coolness all to yourself.” Fluff thought it was a wonderful idea so he
hopped off to inform his friends. Ten minutes later Fluff returned with
a squirrel, a sparrow, a raccoon, and a badger. Scale licked his lips
thinking of the feast that was about to take place.
“Hey guys! If you close your eyes and
imagine you’re in your happy place, the cooling experience will feel
fantastic!”, Scale shouted.
All of the animals followed his
advice. A sinister grin crept across Scale’s face as he lunged towards
the defenseless creatures. Each one was eaten up in a flash. A couple
of birds that witnessed the mass murder from
the top of the tree were horrified. To make sure this doesn’t happen
again they flew off to inform every animal in the forest not to trust
shady characters. |
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The Dreamer |
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Barakat, 10, Qatar |
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moral of my fable is: Dreams are just
imagined. Real life is better. |
| My
fable is: There was once a
poor man who was fortunate one day, after all
his years of begging, to get a full pail of
milk.
He went back
to his small house and heated the milk so
that by the next day it would have
changed to curd. He then hung a piece of
string near his bed. When the milk had curdled, he
tied the string to the pail.
As he lay down in bed at night looking
at the pail of milk hanging from his bed, he started dreaming about what
he would do with the curd. He thought that "he
would change it into butter and then sell it at the market, then buy a
chicken, and the chicken
would lay eggs.
He would sell
some of the eggs and eat some of them and then buy some elephants, kill
some and sell some.
By the end
of his dream he ended up becoming a very rich person who had a naughty
son and always got beaten by him.
While
dreaming he took the stick next to him and started swishing it around
pretending it was his own son. Accidentally he
hit the pail of milk and OH NOOOOO!!!!!!!!! All his dreams were
shattered and he was very sad as he realized
he had been very silly.
He
hoped to be fortunate enough to get another
pail of milk the next day when he
planned to go begging again. |
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