Fairy tales with a picture

The story I will tell you now took place at night. A ray of moonlight appeared in the sky, the stars were glistening like dewdrops on a black canvas, and the ground was covered with a bright white blanket of snow. All the children were already sleeping nicely in their beds. Only one little boy was gazing outside through his window. His brown hair was disheveled, his pajamas wrinkled, and even though it was quite late, his eyes were wide open. His eyes were fixed upon the sky, waiting.

Far from here in an Indian land there lived a little girl. She had long raven-black hair which was always braided in two very long braids. She wore a colorful headband around her head with feathers stuck in it. Her name was Inchuchuna. Her mother and father were Indians too and they lived in tall tents.

Once in a while, incredible things happened at the magical preschool. It was an extraordinary preschool. With every new season, new magical spells arrived there. Right now, it was springtime. Everything was in bloom, and all the seeds the children had planted were starting to sprout. Paper butterflies fluttered their wings and ladybugs made of cloth crawled among the tiny flowerpots. The entire preschool was in bloom and alive.