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Once upon a time, a small family lived in a small green and sunny village.
There were a cock, a hen and ten small chickens: Andy, Benny, Corny, Denny, Emma, Fancy, Gerry, Horny, Ivory and John.
Their mother Pam was very kind and calm and their father Sam was very wise and cheerful.
One day there was a storm with the wind, the rain, and the flashes. The loud noises frightened the chickens.
They came near to their mother, and she covered them by her wings. Five chickens under the left wing and five under the right.
It was so warm and calm near her that they all fell asleep soon.
The next morning was shiny and bright. The sun smiled kindly at the blue sky. There were still some drops of water on the grass.
Father cock notices that the old oak tree was broken in the middle.
- The storm broke the tree, the storm broke the tree! – cried the chickens – How strong and angry was the storm!
- It does not matter how angry was the storm, but it matters how kind you are – said the father.
- How can we be kind if the storm broke our tree? - asked John.
- It is not our tree; it is just growing near our house. And look at your mother, is she angry?
- No. Our mother is very kind and warm. I feel safe near her. – answered John.
- If it was broken than it was not flexible enough, said father. But do not worry; new sprouts will appear - the roots are long and strong enough.
- But it will never be the same, - Ivory started to cry and Emma followed her.
- Yes, - answered the father – it will never be the same as anything in the world.
- We should go and have some meal – Mother Pam said.
- Look, there are a lot of worms after the rain, - noticed Benny.
- Good to notice, Benny – said Mother – the storm is not so bad as it sounds.
- Father are you afraid of something? – asked Andy.
- There is no need to be afraid, my dear. Fear will never ever help you. I prefer not to hear its voice. I prefer to be brave and kind.
- Were you a brave kid? – asked Corny.
- When I was as small as you are I asked the same questions to my father. I think I was not brave, I just felt safe near my parents. My father used to say that life is a joke. It can be bad or good, but it is a joke. You should not take it too seriously. If you do not like something just let it go.
- Sometimes I feel that I want to let it go but it does not go. It sticks to me and makes me worried – said Denny.
- Then you can have a walk by yourself. And if you go quickly enough it will not manage to follow you.
- Then I had to run – answered Denny. If it did not help, then I had to run once more.
- Good for you, you can grow sporty – Father smiled kindly.
- We can run together, said Gerry – I also want to grow sporty.
- And I want to grow as beautiful as my mother, Fancy replied.
- Me too, me too – Horny felt fascinated about it.
- You will surely, darlings – said Father – if you keep your hearts open and reserve enough space for kindness.
- I would love to – Fancy said – I hope my heart is as beautiful as a rose that grows near the fence. It smells so good that I can’t stand not sniffing it. The bees like it too.
- The bees are not only hard-working but also wise. They always choose the best.
(c) 2022
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3 ноября 2023