When autumn comes, the sun starts setting earlier, more clouds frequently gather in the sky, and often there is a rainy period. Sometimes it rains for a little while, but sometimes it rains for entire weeks. One time, such bad weather came to our village as well. It was very windy and the clouds gathered up together. It was a proper storm. But when the storm passed, it kept on raining.
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The elf named Hoppity was a tiny man with disheveled hair and a big, adorable smile. He wore a green coat, red pants, and a green hat. He walked around the world, skipping and singing as he went. Or at least humming something all the time. He was simply a very cheerful small chap. Because he was smiling all the time, he didn’t like when someone around him was in a bad mood. As soon as he met someone sad or weighed down by worries, he tried to cheer them up with all he had.
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The entire city had already gone to sleep, except for a small light shimmering in one window. It was in an attic room. There, beneath the covers, a small boy named Carlton was hiding. He was shining a flashlight at the book he was reading. He was supposed to have been asleep for a long time now. He liked books and reading so much that he couldn’t tear himself away from them. Right now, he was reading about two friends saving a koala bear from poachers. Both boys were in danger and their koala too. It was very suspenseful. Carlton was literally devouring each word. When he turned the page, something strange appeared instead of the next part of the story. A sort of a magical incantation – words written in a different font.
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In the middle of one deep forest, there stood an mighty old oak tree. It had a beautiful crown, and its leaves were talked about far and wide. Its trunk was so huge that not even ten adults could circle it together with their arms. It had stood there for many years. And because it was so old, it was the wisest tree in the forest. Animals from all around came to it. Squirrels would come ask where the best nuts were, bears would come to complain about disobedient children, and birds would beg for permission to build their nests in it. None of the animals could imagine the forest without it.
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As we all know, swallows are migrating birds. This means, children, that when it starts to get cold outside, swallows spread their wings and fly to warmer countries to keep warm. But when we get warmer weather and warm sunshine again, they will happily return to us. And this story is about a little swallow going to warm countries with her family before winter.
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In one faraway foreign land, there stood a small house, completely by itself. It was an older house. It had a rotten red roof, big old creaking windows, and it was made entirely out of wood. A grandmother, a grandfather, and their grandson lived in it.
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Two children lay on a large meadow full of flowers. A girl called Claire and a boy called Oliver. Claire was an adorable girl with green eyes like a cat’s and fair hair. Oliver was her best friend, with tousled hair and big eyes. They did everything together. They couldn’t even remember ever being without one another. Oliver protected Claire and helped her, and she liked him very much. They both liked the stars. And so every night, as darkness fell and little lights began appearing in the sky, they would lay down next to each other in the meadow and look at them.
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In the middle of one deep forest, there was a small pond. A rock jutted out next to it, covered in thick ferns. Behind the ferns, a huge secret was hiding.
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Little Tony lived near the forest. He had curly brown hair. It always twisted in all directions. His hands were always dirty, his clothes torn, and a smile rarely appeared on his face. He was, in short, a frowny little grump. Almost nothing made him happy, and he destroyed or dirtied whatever he could.
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Far away from here, there is a small, pretty village. Several small houses with colorful roofs stand there, a few trees grow there, and many flowers too. A small river runs past this village. It looks like any other river, but very few know that this river is a home to the river sprites. Their tiny houses are hiding all along the river. They are these small chambers and tunnels dug under the banks.
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