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Fable

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 The Dingo, the Rooster and the Fox

Once there was a rooster that lived on a farm. Rooster wanted to see the big wide world so one day he left the farm yard. He walked along a winding road until he came to the bush. He started along the bush track and met Dingo.

“What are you doing way out here in the bush?” said Dingo. “You are a farm bird.”

Rooster explained that he was tired of the farm and wanted to see the big wide world.

“Well,” said Dingo, “I’d better come with you. It is too dangerous here in the bush for you on your own. Don’t you know there are hungry red foxes in this bush?”

Rooster didn’t know that and he was glad to have Dingo as a friend. So Dingo and Rooster walked along the bush track together. That night they found a hollow tree to sleep in. Dingo crept inside the tree. Rooster flew up onto one of the branches.

At dawn Rooster woke up just like he did on the farm. He stood up and flapped his wings and crowed loudly just like he did on the farm. But instead of waking up the farmer, he woke up a red fox. The fox ran to the tree where the rooster was.

“Welcome to the bush, beautiful bird,” said the fox. “You have a fine voice. I would like to be your friend.”

Rooster knew that the fox really wanted to eat him but he pretended to be friendly, just like the fox.

“That is a very kind welcome Mr Fox,” said Rooster. “I would like to be your friend too. If you go to the door of my house, my servant will let you in.”

The fox licked his lips at the thought of catching the rooster and eating it. He crept around the tree.

Unfortunately for the fox, Dingo was waiting for him.

That was the end of the fox.

A retelling of the Aesop’s fable (The Dog, the Rooster and the Fox), by JB Rowley. Free for others to use except for commercial publication.

Song:

Good Morning Mr Rooster

Rhyme: Dingo, Dingo

Dingo, dingo, where have you been?
“I’ve been to Sydney to visit Aunt Jean.”
Dingo, Dingo, what did you do there?
“I gave a little fox a might big scare!”

Activity:

Make a crowing rooster

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Turtles

1: Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme 4: Activity

Little Lost Turtle

One day Mummy Turtle came out of the ocean and onto the beach. She dug a big hole in the sand and laid her eggs in it. She covered the hole with sand so that no other animals could find her nest. Then she went back into the ocean.

After many days the eggs began to hatch. Lots of little baby turtles crawled out of the sand and went to the ocean. But one little turtle got lost. Instead of going into the sea, he went into the bush. He was scared. He couldn’t find his mummy.

He called, “Mummy! Mummy!”

But his mummy was in the ocean and couldn’t hear him. All around him were big tall trees and he heard strange noises. Poor Little Baby Turtle; he was so frightened. He kept walking through the bush and looking for his mummy. He met a furry animal with short legs.

Little baby turtle cried, “Are you my mummy?”

But the furry animal with short legs shook her head. “I’m not a turtle. I’m a wombat,” she said.

Little Baby Turtle cried and cried. “I want my mummy!”

He kept walking through the bush. Soon he saw an animal with a black nose and round ears. It was half asleep in a tree.

“Are you my mummy?” called Little Baby Turtle.

The animal with the black nose and round ears shook her head. “I’m not a turtle. I’m a koala,” she said.

Little Baby Turtle cried and cried. “I want my mummy!”

He kept walking and on a riverbank he saw an animal with a beak like a duck and a tail like a paddle.

“Are you my mummy?” called Little Baby Turtle.

The animal with a beak like a duck and a tail like a paddle shook her head. “I’m not a turtle. I’m a platypus,” she said.

Little Baby Turtle cried and cried. “I want my mummy!”

He kept on walking but he was soon too tired to walk any further so he curled up under a rock and went to sleep.

Meanwhile out in the ocean, Mummy Turtle was counting the baby turtles to make sure they had all arrived. That’s when she realised one of her little babies was missing. She swam out of the ocean and walked up along the sand to the place where she had buried her eggs. She saw lots of tiny turtle footprints in the sand, all going into the ocean. But she saw one set of tiny turtle footprints going into the bush so she followed those footprints. When she got into the bush she could not see the turtle footprints any more but she saw Wombat.

“Which way did my baby go?” said Mummy Turtle.

Wombat grunted and pointed one short leg in the direction Little Baby Turtle had gone.

“Thank you,” said Mummy Turtle and hurried off.

Soon she saw Koala sleeping in the tree and called to her. “Which way did my baby go?”

Koala opened her sleepy eyes and jerked her head in the direction that Little Baby Turtle had gone.

“Thank you,” said Mummy Turtle and hurried off.

Soon she saw Platypus swimming in the river and called out to her. “Which way did my baby go?”

Platypus turned around and flipped her tail in the direction Little Baby Turtle had gone.

“Thank you,” said Mummy Turtle and hurried off.

By this time Little Baby Turtle had woken up and was walking back through the bush tired and sad. Then he saw a strange animal with a shell on its back coming towards him.

Little Baby Turtle ran to the animal and cried, “Are you my mummy?”

“Yes,” cried his mother. “I’m Mummy Turtle.”

And Mummy Turtle and Little Baby Turtle hugged each other for a long time.

An original story by JB Rowley inspired by Are You My Mother?  Free for others to use except for commercial publication.

 

Song: I Had a Little Turtle

Rhyme:

There was a little turtle   (Make fist like turtle)
That lived in the sea  (Draw waves in the air)
He swam through the waves  (Pretend to swim)
And climbed on the rocks   (Walk fingers across child’s hair)

He snapped at a jelly fish   (Make snapping motion at child’s hand)
And he snapped at the sea   (Make snapping motion at child’s tummy)
He snapped at a crayfish   (Make snapping motion at child’s foot)
And he snapped at me   (Snap at yourself)

He caught the little jelly fish   (Tickle child’s hand)
And he caught the angry sea   (Tickle child’s tummy)
He caught the crayfish   (Tickle child’s foot)
But he didn’t catch me !!!!

 

Activity: Colour in a Sea Turtle

Halloween 2

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The Ghost With One Black Eye

One morning Mother, Father, Brother and Sister were sitting at the breakfast table and Baby was sitting in her high chair when Baby cried: “I want my apple juice.”

Big sister said, “I’ll get your apple juice.”

The apple juice was in the cellar downstairs. Big Sister went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. She opened the door. The door screeched. She walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Big Sister ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

“Mum,” said Big Sister. “Can someone else please get the apple juice?”

Big Brother said, “You’re just scared cos it’s dark down there. I’ll get the apple juice. I’m not scared of anything.”

Big Brother went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. He opened the door. The door screeched. He walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as he was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Big Brother ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

“Oh Mum,” said Big Brother. “I just remembered. I gotta do my homework. I gotta do all my homework straight away. Homework is very important, Mum. Someone else will have to get the apple juice.”

Hm, thought his mother. Why are the kids so scared of going into the cellar?

Mum went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. She opened the door. The door screeched. She walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Mum ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

Mum said to Dad, “Could you get the apple juice please, dear?”

Dad went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. He opened the door. The door screeched. He walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as he was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Dad ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

Dad said, “Why don’t you have some milk?”

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

And she climbed out of her high chair, hitched up her nappy and went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. Baby pushed open the door. The door screeched. She toddled across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Baby opened the cupboard door and shouted, “IF YOU DON’T LET ME HAVE MY APPLE JUICE, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TWO BLACK EYES!”

The ghost disappeared and was never heard from again.

(I first heard this story told by fellow storyteller, Edward Faraci, who had his audience enthralled.)

Witch Poem
The witch came back from a cemetery plot
and brought me a big black pot (stir)
The witch came back from a haunted house
and brought me a wriggling mouse (hold at arm’s length)
The witch came back from a misty swamp
and brought me bugs to stomp (stamp foot)
The witch came back from a ghostly hollow
and brought me worms to swallow (hold imaginary worm over open mouth)
The witch came back from a magic shop
and said this poem has got to STOP! (clap)

(I don’t remember where I sourced this poem from originally.)

More resources for Halloween here.

This blog is brought to you by JB Rowley.

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