stories

The Farmer, the Mongoose, and the Snake In a quiet village surrounded by green fields and tall banyan trees, there lived a humble farmer named Raghav.  He was known throughout the village as a hardworking and kind man. Raghav lived with his wife, Meera, and their infant son in a small mud house near the edge of the fields. Though their life was simple, their home was filled with love and contentment. One day, while working in his fields, Raghav found a small injured mongoose trapped near a bush. The little creature looked weak and frightened. Feeling pity, Raghav gently picked it up and brought it home. Meera looked surprised. “Why did you bring this animal home?” she asked. Raghav smiled and replied, “Don’t worry. Mongooses are known to protect homes from snakes. We live close to the fields, and snakes often come near the house. This little one may become our guardian.” Over time, the mongoose recovered and grew healthy. It became extremely loyal to the family and especially loved...

The Farmer and the Little Birds Once upon a time, in a quiet village surrounded by green fields, there lived a farmer. He was not a bad man, but he often depended on others to do his work. Near his wheat field stood a tall and old tree. On this tree lived a small bird with her three little babies. The mother bird had built a neat nest using dry grass, soft leaves, and tiny twigs. Her babies were very young. They could not fly yet and spent most of their time sleeping, eating, and listening to their mother’s stories. Every morning, the mother bird flew away to find food. She brought small grains and insects for her babies. The little birds felt safe in their nest and loved watching the green wheat field below. As weeks passed, the wheat in the farmer’s field grew tall and golden. It moved beautifully in the wind. Soon, the crop was ready to be harvested. One day, the baby birds heard the farmer talking loudly in his field. He said, “My wheat is ready. Tomorrow, I will ask my neighbors t...

The Honest Woodcutter and the Fairy Once upon a time, there was a small village near a deep green forest. In that village lived a poor but very honest woodcutter. He did not own much land or money, but he had a kind heart and always spoke the truth. The villagers respected him because he never cheated anyone. Every morning, the woodcutter woke up early, took his old iron axe, and walked into the forest. He cut trees, collected wood, and sold it in the market to earn money for his family. Near the forest flowed a clean and deep river. The sound of flowing water made the forest calm and peaceful. One day, while cutting a big tree near the riverbank, something unfortunate happened. The woodcutter’s hand slipped, and his axe fell into the river. The water was deep and fast, and the axe quickly disappeared. The woodcutter was shocked and very sad. That axe was the only tool he had. Without it, he could not work or earn money. He sat down near the river and started crying. “Oh no! I am a poo...