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Canadian Fairy Tales is a collection of 26 of Native American folk tales gathered from across Canada by Professor Cyrus MacMillan, who did not indicate the origin tribe of each story. The collection was originally published in 1922, and several tales within contain themes of creation. This is MacMillans second collection of fairy tales. Like the Grimms Brothers did in Europe, MacMillan traveled the country seeking tales from the First Nations people in Canada.HOW GLOOSKAP MADE THE BIRDSRABBIT AND THE GRAIN BUYERSSAINT NICHOLAS AND THE CHILDRENTHE FALL OF THE SPIDER MANTHE BOY WHO WAS CALLED THICK-HEADRABBIT AND THE INDIAN CHIEFGREAT HEART AND THE THREE TESTSTHE BOY OF THE RED TWILIGHT SKYHOW RAVEN BROUGHT FIRE TO THE INDIANSTHE GIRL WHO ALWAYS CRIEDERMINE AND THE HUNTERHOW RABBIT DECEIVED FOXTHE BOY AND THE DRAGONOWL WITH THE GREAT HEAD AND EYESTHE TOBACCO FAIRY FROM THE BLUE HILLSRAINBOW AND THE AUTUMN LEAVESRABBIT AND THE MOON-MANTHE CHILDREN WITH ONE EYETHE GIANT WITH THE GREY FEATHERSTHE CRUEL STEPMOTHERTHE BOY WHO WAS SAVED BY THOUGHTSTHE SONG-BIRD AND THE HEALING WATERSTHE BOY WHO OVERCAME THE GIANTSTHE YOUTH AND THE DOG-DANCESPARROWS SEARCH FOR THE RAINTHE BOY IN THE LAND OF SHADOWSThe tales in this collection, like those in "Canadian Wonder Tales," were gathered in various parts of Canadaby river and lake and ocean where sailors and fishermen still watch the stars; in forest clearings where lumbermen yet retain some remnant of the old vanished voyageur life and where Indians still barter for their furs; in remote country places where women spin while they speak with reverence of their fathers days. The skeleton of each story has been left for the most part unchanged, although the language naturally differs somewhat from that of the story-tellers from whose lips the writer heard them.

Swedish fairy-tales represents a careful choice, after the best original sources, of those examples of their kind which not only appeared most colorful and entertaining, but also most racially Swedish in their flavor. For the fairy-tales of each of the three Scandinavian countries, Sweden, Denmark and Norway, have a distinct local color of their own.The wealth of material available has made it possible to give due representation to most types of fairy-tales, from the stories of older origin, the tales of giant, troll, and werewolf, to such delightful tales as "Lasse, My Thrall", and "The Princess and the Glass Mountain," colored with the rich and ornate stylistic garb of medieval chivalric poesy.There has been no attempt to "rewrite" these charming folk-and fairy-tales in the translation. They have been faithfully narrated in the simple, naive manner which their traditional rendering demands. And this is one reason, perhaps, why they should appeal to young American readersfor young America by instinct takes kindly to that which is straightforward and sincere, in the realm of fairy-tale as in life itself.

Thats awfully strange! exclaimed Coppertop.If a Book of Travels cant move about a bit, who can?Not a bit, replied the Book without turning round. I must improve my circulation somehow! And if a book of travels cant move about a bit, who can, I should like to know?Come along, cried Tibbs.While Coppertop was wondering what reply to make, the Book reached out its hand and pulled the blind, which went up with such force that it twirled round and round the roller at the top.What a day for the first of December! exclaimed the Book. Im going to look for something better, and so saying, it sat on the floor and rapidly turned over its own pages, saying as it did so:North, South, East, West,Weathers never at its best.India, Egypt, or Japan,Give us better, if you can.Coppertop blinked at the book of travels, and then at the window, unable to believe her eyes.It was daybreak, and RAINING HARD.Oh dear, oh dear, how dreadfully botherating! she exclaimed, almost in tears.I simply must get a fine December day somehow. It will never do for them to arrive on a soaking wet day like this. Its all the fault of that stupid old clerk of the weather, he does get things so mixed up! Why, this is more like a horrid July day!Thats what it is, muttered the Book of Travels.

THERE are numerous time-honored stories which have become so incorporated into the literature and thought of our race that a knowledge of them is an indispensable part of ones education. These stories are of several different classes. To one class belong the popular fairy tales which have delighted untold generations of children, and will continue to delight them to the end of time. To another class belong the limited number of fables that have come down to us through many channels frorn hoar antiquity. To a third belong the charming stories of olden times that are derived from the literatures of ancient peoples, such as the Greeks and the Hebrews. A fourth class includes the half-legendary tales of a distinctly later origin, which have for their subjects certain romantic episodes in the lives of well-known heroes and famous men, or in the history of a people.It is to this last class that most of the fifty stories contained in the present volume belong. As a matter of course, some of these stories are better known, and therefore more famous, than others. Some have a slight historical value; some are useful as giving point to certain great moral truths; others are products solely of the fancy, and are intended only to amuse. Some are derived from very ancient sources, and are current in the literature of many lands; some have come to us through the ballads and folk tales of the English people.

The continued success of the Jataka Tales," as retold and published ten years ago, has led to this second and companion volume. Who that has read or told stories to children has not been lured on by the subtle flattery of their cry for "more"?Dr. Felix Adler, in his Foreword to "Jataka Tales," says that long ago he was "captivated by the charm of the Jataka Tales." Little children have not only felt this charm, but they have discovered that they can read the stories to themselves. And so "More Jataka Tales" were found in the volume translated from the Sanskrit into English by a group of Cambridge scholars and published by the University Press.The Jataka tales, regarded as historic in the Third Century B. C., are the oldest collection of folk-lore extant. They come down to us from that dim far-off time when our forebears told tales around the same hearthfire on the roof of the world. Professor Rhys Davids speaks of them as a priceless record of the childhood of our race. The same stories are found in Greek, Latin, Arabic, Persian, and in most European languages. The Greek versions of the Jataka tales were adapted and ascribed to the famous storyteller, Aesop, and under his name handed down as a continual feast for the children in the West, tales first invented to please and instruct our far-off cousins in the East." Here East, though East, meets West!A "Guild of Jataka Translators," under Professor E. B. Cowell, professor of Sanskrit in the University of Cambridge, brought out the complete edition of the Jataka between 1895 and 1907. It is from this source that "Jataka Tales" and "More Jataka Tales" have been retold.Of these stories, spread over Europe through literary channels, Professor Cowell says, "They are the stray waifs of literature, in the course of their long wanderings coming to be recognized under widely different aspects, as when they are used by Boccaccio, or Chaucer, or La Fontaine."FELIX ADLER.

Andrew Langs Fairy Books or Andrew Langs "Coloured" Fairy Books constitute a twelve-book series of fairy tale collections. Although Andrew Lang did not collect the stories himself from the oral tradition, the extent of his sources, who had collected them originally (with the notable exception of Madame dAulnoy), made them an immensely influential collection, especially as he used foreign-language sources, giving many of these tales their first appearance in English. As acknowledged in the prefaces, although Lang himself made most of the selections, his wife and other translators did a large portion of the translating and telling of the actual stories. The Blue Fairy Book assembled a wide range of tales, with seven from the Brothers Grimm, five from Madame dAulnoy, three from the Arabian Nights, and four Norse stories, among other sources.Andrew Gabriel Lang was a prolific Scots man of letters. He was a poet, novelist, and literary critic, and a contributor to anthropology. He now is best known as a collector of folk and fairy tales.The Blue Fairy Book was published in 1889 to wide acclaim. The beautiful illustrations and magical tales captivated the minds of children and adults alike. The success of the first book allowed Lang and Leonore to carry on their research and in 1890 they published The Red Fairy Book, which drew on even more sources and had a much larger print run. Between 1889 and 1910 they published twelve collections of fairy tales, each with a different coloured binding, with a total of 437 stories collected, edited and translated.The books are credited with reviving interest in folklore, but more importantly for Lang, they revolutionised the Victorian view of fairy tales - inspiring generations of parents to begin reading them to children once more.THE TALES in this volume are intended for children, who will like, it is hoped, the old stories that have pleased so many generations.The tales of Perrault are printed from the old English version of the eighteenth century. The stories from the Cabinet des Fees and from Madame dAulnoy are translated, or rather adapted, by Miss Minnie Wright, who has also, by M. Henri Carnoys kind permission, rendered "The Bronze Ring" from his Traditions Populaires de lAsie Mineure (Maisonneuve, Paris, 1889).The stories from Grimm are translated by Miss May Sellar; another from the German by Miss Sylvia Hunt; the Norse tales are a version by Mrs. Alfred Hunt; "The Terrible Head" is adapted from Apollodorus, Simonides, and Pindar by the Editor; Miss Violet Hunt condensed "Aladdin"; Miss May Kendall did the same for Gullivers Travels; "The Fairy Paribanou" is abridged from the old English translation of Galland.Messrs. Chambers have kindly allowed us to reprint "The Red Etin" and "The Black Bull of Norroway" from Mr. Robert Chambers Popular Traditions of Scotland."Dick Whittington" is from the chap book edited by Mr. Gomme and Mr. Wheatley for the Villon Society; "Jack the Giant-Killer" is from a chap book, but a good version of this old favourite is hard to procure.

THIS BOOK is written for all little lads and lasses, but especially for the former, since it is the truequite truestory of a little lad who lived to be, perhaps, the greatest king this world has ever seen.It is a strange, wild tale this of the adventures of Prince Akbar among the snowy mountains between Kandahar and Kabul, and though the names may be a bit of a puzzle at first, as they will have to be learned by and bye in geography and history lessons, it might be as well to get familiar with them in a story-book; though, indeed, as everybody in it except Roy the Rajput, Meroo the cook boy; Tumbu, the dog; and Down, the cat (and these four may have been true, you know, though they have not been remembered) really lived, I dont know whether this book oughtnt to be considered real history, and thereforeA LESSON BOOK:"Anyhow, I hope you wont find it dull."STORIES:FAREWELLTHE FIRST VICTORYTHE ROYAL UMBRELLATUMBU-DOWNON THE ROADAT COURTWINTERDOWNS STRATAGEMSPRINGTHE NIGHT OF RECORDA WINTER MARCHSNOW AND ICEOVER THE PASSIN THE VALLEYDEAREST-LADYCRUEL BROTHER KUMRANIMPRISONMENTTHE GARDEN OF GAMESBETWIXT CUP AND LIPESCAPEDDAWN

The stories begin with those which children like bestthe old Blue Beard, Puss in Boots, Hop o my Thumb, Little Red Riding Hood, The Sleeping Beauty, and Toads and Pearls. These were first collected, written, and printed at Paris in 1697.The author was Monsieur Charles Perrault, a famous personage in a great perruque, who in his day wrote large volumes now unread. He never dreamed that he was to be remembered mainly by the shabby little volume with the tiny headpiece pictureshow unlike the fairy way of drawing by Mr. Ford, said to be known as Over-the-wall Ford among authors who play cricket, because of the force with which he swipes!Perrault picked up the rustic tales which the nurse of his little boy used to tell, and he told them again in his own courtly, witty way. They do not seem to have been translated into English until nearly thirty years later, when they were published in English, with the French on the opposite page, by a Mr. Pote, a bookseller at Eton. Probably the younger Eton boys learned as much French as they condescended to acquire from these fairy tales, which are certainly more amusing than the Telemaque of Messire François de Salignac de la Motte-Fenelon, tutor of the children of France, Archbishop Duke of Cambrai, and Prince of the Holy Roman Empire.The success of Perrault was based on the pleasure which the court of Louis XIV. took in fairy tales; we know that they were told among Court ladies, from a letter of Madame de Sevigne. Naturally, Perrault had imitators, such as Madame dAulnoy, a wandering lady of more wit than reputation. To her we owe Beauty and the Beast and The Yellow Dwarf. Anthony Hamilton tried his hand with The Ram, a story too prolix and confused, best remembered for the remark, Ram, my friend, begin at the beginning! Indeed, the narrative style of the Ram is lacking in lucidity!Then came The Arabian Nights, translated by Monsieur Galland. Nobody has translated The Arabian Nights so well as Galland. His is the reverse of a scientific rendering, but it is as pleasantly readable as the Iliad and Odyssey would be if Alexandre Dumas had kept his promise to translate Homer. Galland omitted the verses and a great number of passages which nobody would miss, though the anthropologist is supposed to find them valuable and instructive in later scientific translations which do not amuse. Later, Persian Tales, Tales of the Sea, and original inventions, more or less on the fairy model, were composed by industrious men and women.They are far too longare novels, indeed, and would please no child or mature person of taste. All these were collected in the vast Fairy Cabinet, published in 1786, just before the Revolution. Probably their attempt to be simple charmed a society which was extremely artificial, talked about the simple life and the state of nature, and was on the eve of a revolution in which human nature revealed her most primitive traits in orgies of blood.

Here we are! And now I will wind the clock. Gurr! gurr! gurr! Tick-tock! tick-tock!I PUT on my dream-cap one day and stepped into Wonderland.Along the road I jogged and never dusted my shoes, and all the time the pleasant sun shone and never burned my back, and the little white clouds floated across the blue sky and never let fall a drop of rain to wet my jacket. And by and by I came to a steep hill.I climbed the hill, though I had more than one tumble in doing it, and there, on the tip-top, I found a house as old as the world itself. That was where Father Time lived; and who should sit in the sun at the door, spinning away for dear life, but Times Grandmother herself; and if you would like to know how old she is you will have to climb to the top of the church steeple and ask the wind as he sits upon the weather-cock, humming the tune of Over-yonder song to himself."Good-morning," says Times Grandmother to me."Good-morning," says I to her."And what do you seek here?" says she to me."I come to look for odds and ends," says I to her."Very well," says she; "just climb the stairs to the garret, and there you will find more than ten men can think about."

MANY of the tales in this collection appeared either in the Indian Antiquary, the Calcutta Review, or the Legends of the Punjab. They were then in the form of literal translations, in many cases uncouth or even unpresentable to ears polite, in all scarcely intelligible to the untravelled English reader; for it must be remembered that, with the exception of the Adventures of Raja Rasalu, all these stories are strictly folk-tales passing current among a people who can neither read nor write, and whose diction is full of colloquialisms, and, if we choose to call them so, vulgarisms. It would be manifestly unfair, for instance, to compare the literary standard of such tales with that of the Arabian Nights, the Tales of a Parrot, or similar works.The manner in which these stories were collected is in itself sufficient to show how misleading it would be, if, with the intention of giving the conventional Eastern flavour to the text, it were to be manipulated into a flowery dignity; and as a description of the procedure will serve the double purpose of credential and excuse, the authors give it,premising that all the stories but three have been collected by Mrs. F. A. Steel during winter tours through the various districts of which her husband has been Chief Magistrate.- SIR BUZZ- THE RATS WEDDING- THE FAITHFUL PRINCE- THE BEARS BAD BARGAIN- PRINCE LIONHEART AND HIS THREE FRIENDS- THE LAMBIKIN- BOPOLUCHI- PRINCESS AUBERGINE- VALIANT VICKY, THE BRAVE WEAVER- THE SON OF SEVEN MOTHERS- THE SPARROW AND THE CROW- THE TIGER, THE BRAHMAN, AND THE JACKAL- THE KING OF THE CROCODILES- LITTLE ANKLEBONE- THE CLOSE ALLIANCE- THE TWO BROTHERS- THE JACKAL AND THE IGUANA- THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR HEN-SPARROW- PRINCESS PEPPERINA- PEASIE AND BEANSIE- THE JACKAL AND THE PARTRIDGE- THE SNAKE-WOMAN AND KING ALI MARDAN- THE WONDERFUL RING- THE JACKAL AND THE PEA-HEN- THE GRAIN OF CORN- THE FARMER AND THE MONEY-LENDER- THE LORD OF DEATH- THE WRESTLERS- THE LEGEND OF GWASHBRARI, THE GLACIER-HEARTED QUEEN- THE BARBERS CLEVER WIFE- THE JACKAL AND THE CROCODILE- HOW RAJA RASALU WAS BORN- HOW RAJA RASALU WENT OUT INTO THE WORLD- HOW RAJA RASALUS FRIENDS FORSOOK HIM- HOW RAJA RASALU KILLED THE GIANTS- HOW RAJA RASALU BECAME A JOGI- HOW RAJA RASALU JOURNEYED TO THE CITY OF - KING SARKAP- HOW RAJA RASALU SWUNG THE SEVENTY FAIR MAIDENS, DAUGHTERS OF THE KING- HOW RAJA RASALU PLAYED CHAUPUR WITH KING SARKAP- THE KING WHO WAS FRIED- PRINCE HALF-A-SON- THE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER WHO WORSHIPPED THE SUN- THE RUBY PRINCE

There are, roughly speaking, two distinct types of Scottish Fairy Tales. There are what may be called "Celtic Stories," which were handed down for centuries by word of mouth by professional story-tellers, who went about from clachan to clachan in the "High-lands and Islands," earning a nights shelter by giving a nights entertainment, and which have now been collected and classified for us by Campbell of Isla and others.These stories, which are also common to the North of Ireland, are wild and fantastic, and very often somewhat monotonous, and their themes are strangely alike. They almost always tell of some hero or heroine who sets out on some dangerous quest, and who is met by giants, generally three in number, who appear one after the other; with whom they hold quaint dialogues, and whom eventually they slay. Most of them are fairly long, and although they have a peculiar fascination of their own, they are quite distinct from the ordinary Fairy Tale.

"THERE was once upon a time a king who had a garden; in that garden was an apple tree, and on that apple tree grew a golden apple every year."These stories are the golden apples that grew on the tree in the kings garden; grew and grew and grew as the golden years went by; and being apples of gold they could never wither nor shrink nor change, so that they are as beautiful and precious for you to pluck today as when first they ripened long, long ago.Perhaps you do not care for the sort of golden apples that grew in the kings garden; perhaps you prefer plain russets or green pippins? Well, these are not to be despised, for they also are wholesome food for growing boys and girls; but unless you can taste the flavor and feel the magic that lies in the golden apples of the kings garden you will lose one of the joys of youth.No one can help respecting apples (or stories) that gleam as brightly today as they did hundreds and thousands of years ago, when first the tiny blossoms ripened into precious fruit."Should you ask me whence these stories,Whence these legends and traditionsWith the odors of the forest,With the dew and damp of meadows?"I can say only that the people were telling fairy tales in Egypt, in Josephs time, more than three thousand years ago; and that grand old Homer told them in the famous "Odyssey," with its witches and giants, its cap of darkness, and shoes of swiftness. Old nurses and village crones have repeated them by the fireside and in the chimney corner; shep-herds and cowherds have recounted them by the brookside, until the children of the world have all learned them by heart, bequeathing them, generation after generation, as a priceless legacy to their own children. Nor must you fancy that they have been told in your own tongue only. Long, long before the art of printing was known, men and women of all nations recited these and similar tales to one another, never thinking that the day would come when they would be regarded as the peculiar property of youth and childhood.

THE BIRD ROSE in its nest of fire, stretched its wings, and flew out into the room. It flew round and round, and round again, and where it passed the air was warm. Then it perched on the fender. The children looked at each other. Then Cyril put out a hand towards the bird. It put its head on one side and looked up at him, as you may have seen a parrot do when it is just going to speak, so that the children were hardly astonished at all when it said, Be careful; I am not nearly cool yet.They were not astonished, but they were very, very much interested.They looked at the bird, and it was certainly worth looking at. Its feathers were like gold. It was about as large as a bantam, only its beak was not at all bantam-shaped. I believe I know what it is, said Robert. Ive seen a picture.He hurried away. A hasty dash and scramble among the papers on fathers study table yielded, as the sum-books say, the desired result. But when he came back into the room holding out a paper, and crying, I say, look here, the others all said Hush! and he hushed obediently and instantly, for the bird was speaking.Which of you, it was saying, put the egg into the fire?He did, said three voices, and three fingers pointed at Robert.The bird bowed; at least it was more like that than anything else.I am your grateful debtor, it said with a highbred air.The children were all choking with wonder and curiosityall except Robert. He held the paper in his hand, and he KNEW. He said so. He said I know who you are.And he opened and displayed a printed paper, at the head of which was a little picture of a bird sitting in a nest of flames.You are the PHOENIX,said Robert; and the bird was quite pleased.My fame has lived then for two thousand years, it said. Allow me to look at my portrait. It looked at the page which Robert, kneeling down, spread out in the fender, and said Its not a flattering likeness...And what are these characters? it asked, pointing to the printed part.

WHEN the world was in its childhood, men looked upon the works of Nature with a strange kind of awe. They fancied that every thing upon the earth, in the air, or in the water, had a life like their own, and that every sight which they saw, and every sound which they heard, was caused by some intelligent being. All men were poets, so far as their ideas and their modes of expression were concerned, although it is not likely that any of them wrote poetry. This was true in regard to the Saxon in his chilly northern home, as well as to the Greek in the sunny southland.In the north a different story was told, but the meaning was the same. Sometimes men told how Odin (the All-Father) had become angry with Brunhild (the maid of spring), and had wounded her with the thorn of sleep, and how all the castle in which she slept was wrapped in deathlike slumber until Sigurd or Siegfried (the sunbeam) rode through flaming fire, and awakened her with a kiss. Sometimes men told how Loki (heat) had betrayed Balder (the sunlight), and had induced blind old Hoder (the winter months) to slay him, and how all things, living and inanimate, joined in weeping for the bright god, until Hela (death) should permit him to revisit the earth for a time.So, too, when the sun arose, and drove away the darkness and the hidden terrors of the night, our ancestors thought of the story of a noble young hero slaying a hideous dragon, or taking possession of the golden treasures of Mist Land. And when the springtime came, and the earth renewed its youth, and the fields and woods were decked in beauty, and there was music everywhere, they loved to tell of Idun (the spring) and her youth-giving apples, and of her wise husband Bragi (Natures musician). When storm clouds loomed up from the horizon and darkened the sky, and thunder rolled overhead, and lightning flashed on every hand, they talked about the mighty Thor riding over the clouds in his goat-drawn chariot, and battling with the giants of the air. When the mountain meadows were green with long grass, and the corn was yellow for the sickles of the reapers, they spoke of Sif, the golden-haired wife of Thor, the queen of the pastures and the fields. When the seasons were mild, and the harvests were plentiful, and peace and gladness prevailed, they blessed Frey, the giver of good gifts to men.To them the blue sky-dome which everywhere hung over them like an arched roof was but the protecting mantle which the All-Father had suspended above the earth. The rainbow was the shimmering bridge which stretches from earth to he-aven. The sun and the moon were the children of a giant, whom two wolves chased forever around the earth. The stars were sparks from the fire land of the south, set in the heavens by the gods. Night was a giantess, dark and swarthy, who rode in a car drawn by a steed the foam from whose bits sometimes covered the earth with dew. And Day was the son of Night; and the steed which he rode lighted all the sky and the earth with the beams which glistened from his mane ..

Jean Bodel a minstrel of the thirteenth century, wrote, "There are but three subjects which interest men,the tales of France, of Britain, and of Rome the great; and to these subjects there is nothing like. The tales of Britain are so light and pleasant, those of Rome are wise and of teachful sense; those of France, truly every day of greater appearance."In this story of Roland as I propose telling it, I shall intro-duce you to some of the most pleasing of those "tales of France" The poems and legends which embody them were written in various languages, and at widely different times; but in them two names, Charlemagne and Roland are of very frequent occurrence. Charlemagne, as you know, was a real historical personage, the greatest monarch of medieval times. His empire included France, the greater part of Germany and Italy; and his power and influence were felt all over the Christian world. The fame of his achievements in war was heralded and sung in every country of Europe; his name was in the mouth of every story-teller and wandering bard; and it finally became customary to ascribe all the heroic deeds and wonderful events of three centuries to the time of Charlemagne.The songs and stories in which these events were related were dressed up with every kind of embellishment to suit the circumstances of their recital. Wild myths of the Pagan ages, legends and traditions of the Christian Church, superstitious notions of magic and witchcraft, fantastic stories derived from the Arabs of Spain and the East,all these were blended in one strange mass, and grafted upon a slender core of historical truth. The result was a curious mixture of fact and fiction, of the real and the marvellous, of the beautiful and the impure, of Christian devotion and heathen superstition. And it was thus that "the tales of France", which we may term the legendary history of Charlemagne, came into being ..

The three mice brothers cant wait to visit the carnival. They ride toy cars, go on the Ferris wheel, and visit the balloon shop. After some time, they realize their youngest brother is missing! Where

Cuando crees en ti mismo, ¡el cielo es el límite! Una nueva historia de Cori Doerrfeld sobre la confianza y la superación de uno mismo.Álex construye un avión de papel y está emocionado por hacerlo volar. Pero antes del despegue, un aguila le dice que su avion es demasiado pequeño. Y un loro insiste en que deberia ser mas bonito. Y un halcon le aconseja que deberia ser mas rapido.Alex hace todos los ajustes. Pero cuando despega, el avion choca con el suelo y su confianza se ve mermada. Todo cambia cuando un simpatico pinguino lo insta a volver a confiar en su avion y en si mismo.Con un texto maravilloso y unas ilustraciones irresistibles, Echa a volar invita a los mas pequeños a reflexionar sobre el poder de la amistad, a creer en uno mismo y en no dejarse influenciar por las opiniones de los demas.Cori Doerrfeld es la autora, entre otros, del clasico Estoy contigo que ha enamorado a miles de lectores.

Un álbum tierno y pertido a partes iguales para mostrar que hay muchos tipos de familias. De camino a la escuela, Pío se da cuenta de que a sus compañeros los acompañan su mamá, su papá o sus hermanos. Pero el tiene dos mamas. Osito le pregunta si quiere que le preste a su hermano, y Pio le dice que no, porque a el le gusta ser pollito unico. Aunque le fascina ver que hay familias que nadan o que vuelan, otras con dientes y otras con pico, esta contento de ser un pollito y estar con la familia que le quiere. Un album para enseñar:- La persidad de las familias: grandes, pequeñas, monoparentales, LGBT+, etc.- Valores clave como la tolerancia y la empatia.- A disfrutar de aquello que nos une y aquello que nos hace unicos.

Le Grand Méchant Loup vit caché parmi nous. Veux-tu aider le Petit Chaperon Rouge ?Cette histoire vise à toucher le cœur de tant denfants blessés et réduits au silence, les encourageant à prendre la

The Big Bad Wolf lives among us, hidden.Would you like to help Little Red Hood?This fairy tale goes to the heart of so many wounded and silenced girls and boys, it encourages them to speak: it is time to tell their stories, to look for those who will listen to them.It reminds us that hope accompanies us even in the worst moments, bringing a ray of light to that dark forest; It shows us that there is a path to finish that pain and towards freedom.This illustrated album addresses, in a symbolic way, violence, mistreatment and children sexual abuse.According to the World Health Organization (WHO), one in five girls and one in thirteen boys are sexually abused before the age of 17. Sexual abuse, especially inflicted during childhood, condition the future mental, sexual and physical health of a person; in many cases, they remain secret even in adulthood.Prevention is the best protection against child sexual abuse. Silence is only good for the aggressors. If we do not make the problem visible, we will not be able to put an end to it.We will create a healthier and safer society for our children if we speak and overcome those taboos.