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The Cheetah and the Lazy Hunter - A Traditional Zulu Story

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The Cheetah and the Lazy Hunter - A Traditional Zulu Story The Cheetah and the Lazy Hunter - A Traditional Zulu Story Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a wide and sunny land filled with tall grass, green trees, and many wild animals. In this beautiful land lived a hunter. But this hunter was not like the brave and hardworking hunters in old stories. He was very lazy. Every day, the hunter sat under the shade of a big tree. The tree was old and strong, and its leaves were wide and cool. The hunter liked to sleep there all day. He did not like to walk, run, or hunt. He did not like to use his bow and arrow. Most of all, he did not like to work hard. The hunter was always hungry. His stomach growled all the time. But instead of getting up to find food, he just sat and dreamed. “Oh, I wish food would come to me by itself,” he said again and again. “I do not want to chase animals. I do not want to work. I want an easy life.” One hot afternoon, as the hunter sat under his tr...

Max the Woodcutter and the River Goddess – A Kids Story About Saving Nature

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The Woodcutter Journey The Woodcutter's Journey Once upon a time, in a peaceful land far away, there lived a hardworking and kind woodcutter named   Max . This kids story begins in a small village that sat beside a big, green forest. Tall trees touched the sky, birds sang sweet songs, and animals lived happily among the bushes and streams. The villagers loved the forest because it gave them wood, fruits, shade, and clean air. Max lived in a small wooden hut near the edge of the village. Every morning, he woke up early, ate simple food, picked up his axe, and walked into the forest. Cutting wood was his job, and he sold the wood in the nearby town to earn money. Max was not rich, but he was honest, friendly, and always ready to help others. That is why everyone in the village trusted and loved him. One sunny morning, Max was deep inside the forest, cutting a large tree. As his axe hit the wood, he suddenly heard a soft crying sound. “Who is crying?” Max asked himself. He stopped...