The Mouse's Tale

A little brown mouse lived happily under a hedge in the

countryside.One day his cousin from town came to visit.

"I thought I'd try out life in the country,"he said.

"You'll love it here!,"he said.

The country mouse did everything he could to look

after his city cousin.He gave him the best piece of moss

to sleep on and fed him his tastiest nuts and vegetables.

The town mouse wasn't impressed.He found the food

horrible and life boring."Why don't we both go back to

the town?"he suggested.

So off they went.On the way,the town mouse told his

cousin they would dine like kings."We can have some real

fun!"Said the town mouse.

As night fell,they arrived at a large town house.

"This way,"Whispered the town mouse,scrambling under the

back door.Up a flight of stairs and down a long hall

they found the dining room...and the dining room table.

The ountry mouse couldn't believe his eyes.

"I've never seen this much food!"he squeaked.They were

nibbling away when the door opened and in came a man.

The two cousins hide and held their breath.The

man came closer,peered in the bowl,took an apple and left.

"All clear,"said the town mouse.But his little cousin

was too scared to eat any more.

In the corner,a large cat was woken up by all the noise.

He padded across to the tablend spotted the two mouse.

The country mouse squealed as the cat sprang onto the

table."Follow me!"cried his cousin and they dived into a

mouse hole.

The country mouse was very frightened."This isn't my idea

of fun,"he sniffed."I'm sorry cousin,but I'm going back

to the peaceful countryside."

He waved the town mouse goodbye and set off for his

comfy little home under a hedge."Come back and visit soon,"

said the city mouse."You must be joking!"said his cousin back.

Moral:A simple,quiet life beats a rich,dangerous one.

Moral stories - Safety is the first importance

A town mouse paid a visit to his freind who lived in the
country -mouse was happy to see his freind. So he prepared a
fine feast for him.The town-mouse looked at the fruit and
the car of corn with harted

"Is this how you live? He asked, "Life in the country does not offer much"

He persuaded the country-mouse to accompany him to the town and see all the good
things there.

So , the country-mouse packed all his belongings and off they went to the city.
The country-mouse was really surprised to see the things there.But as soon as 
they settled down to enjoy a fine meal of cheese and fruit, a big cat leapt in through the window.
seeing the cat,both the mice ran into thier hole to save themselves,so cat ate up all the cheese and fruit.

When the cat had gone away, the mice came out of their hole.

" I am going," cried the country-mouse, " I like my simple fare in safety than this going grand feast in such a danger

Moral:- Safety is the first importance
 Hindi:- Sir salamat to pagadi pachas

Little Boy’s Love for his Family- Kidd's story

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to me and asked, “Uncle, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

I counted his cash and replied, “You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her Birthday. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this.

“My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him, where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me, I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.”

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” He said, “OK, I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said, “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.”

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state.

The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself. I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever…

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him…

Moral: Respect life, Follow and Obey Rules. Don’t make anyone else to pay and bear for your mistakes. Do not make the mistakes which cost others something that can never be replaced. Always have a giving hand and extend your help to those in need and sorrow.

moral stories for kids in Hindi

कैसे आया जूता

एक बार की बात है एक राजा था। उसका एक बड़ा-सा राज्य था। एक दिन उसे देश घूमने का विचार आया और उसने देश भ्रमण की योजना बनाई और घूमने निकल पड़ा। जब वह यात्रा से लौट कर अपने महल आया। उसने अपने मंत्रियों से पैरों में दर्द होने की शिकायत की। राजा का कहना था कि मार्ग में जो कंकड़ पत्थर थे वे मेरे पैरों में चुभ गए और इसके लिए कुछ इंतजाम करना चाहिए।

कुछ देर विचार करने के बाद उसने अपने सैनिकों व मंत्रियों को आदेश दिया कि देश की संपूर्ण सड़कें चमड़े से ढंक दी जाएं। राजा का ऐसा आदेश सुनकर सब सकते में आ गए। लेकिन किसी ने भी मना करने की हिम्मत नहीं दिखाई। यह तो निश्चित ही था कि इस काम के लिए बहुत सारे रुपए की जरूरत थी। लेकिन फिर भी किसी ने कुछ नहीं कहा। कुछ देर बाद राजा के एक बुद्घिमान मंत्री ने एक युक्ति निकाली। उसने राजा के पास जाकर डरते हुए कहा कि मैं आपको एक सुझाव देना चाहता हूँ।

अगर आप इतने रुपयों को अनावश्यक रूप से बर्बाद न करना चाहें तो एक अच्छी तरकीब मेरे पास है। जिससे आपका काम भी हो जाएगा और अनावश्यक रुपयों की बर्बादी भी बच जाएगी। राजा आश्चर्यचकित था क्योंकि पहली बार किसी ने उसकी आज्ञा न मानने की बात कही थी। उसने कहा बताओ क्या सुझाव है। मंत्री ने कहा कि पूरे देश की सड़कों को चमड़े से ढंकने के बजाय आप चमड़े के एक टुकड़े का उपयोग कर अपने पैरों को ही क्यों नहीं ढंक लेते। राजा ने अचरज की दृष्टि से मंत्री को देखा और उसके सुझाव को मानते हुए अपने लिए जूता बनवाने का आदेश दे दिया।

यह कहानी हमें एक महत्वपूर्ण पाठ सिखाती है कि हमेशा ऐसे हल के बारे में सोचना चाहिए जो ज्यादा उपयोगी हो। जल्दबाजी में अप्रायोगिक हल सोचना बुद्धिमानी नहीं है। दूसरों के साथ बातचीत से भी अच्छे हल निकाले जा सकते हैं।

Moral Stories for kids on honesty

Honesty

Everyone knew that Stuti was the best speller in the whole class. She could spell difficult words like "encyclopedia" and "amendment" very easily. She used to get perfect scores during each weekly spelling test.
Ms. Daisy, her English teacher made a rule for the spelling tests that any child who doesn't get at least 60% correct spellings would have to copy each word fifty times for next week's spelling test.Seema, who sat next to Stuti always struggled in spellings. Last Thursday, she received 56 percent which meant copying each word fifty times.

Stuti was so confident in her spelling abilities that she had felt and decided not to study for her next spelling test. The test began. Ms. Daisy pronounced each word and then repeated it. Everything was OK until she spoke "Handkerchief". Stuti scribbled h-a-n-d-k-e-r-c-h.....now what?? i??...or…e?? Her mind was blank.
Ms. Daisy started to move on to the next word. It occurred to Stuti that Seema knew how to spell it!! Seema had written this word fifty times. There was wide open space between Stuti and Seema. Stuti's eyes rolled to the right. There it was, spelled out in Seema's handwriting. Her eyes went quickly back to her own paper and finished the word with the letters "i-e-f".
Stuti remained tense and nervous as Ms. Daisy read the last spelling word. She had cheated just for the first time in her life. She thought, "Is this the way I want to keep my perfect record - by being a cheater?"
Frantically, she erased what she had written earlier and replaced it with what she knew was the wrong answer. She wrote "e-i-f". As her sweaty hands released pencil and passed the test up to the front, she sighed with relief. She thought, "So, what if my perfect scores are no longer intact? At least my honesty is."
Moral: There is a saying, "Honesty is the best policy." Every time that you are dishonest, do pratikraman. Know dishonesty as dishonesty & repent for it. Without doubt, one who repents is an honest person. Dadashri says that honesty is the highest religion of all & dishonesty is the best foolishness.

Tenali Raman

Tenali is a small town in Andhra Pradesh.  Raman was originally a simple Brahmin boy from this town. With his wit and intelligence, he went on to become the Court Jester of Krishna Deva Raya of Vijaynagar (Hampi) Empire.  Krishna Deva Raya was one of the most famous and successful ruler of Vijaynagar and he ruled between 1509 and 1529, much before even Babar established the Mughal Dynasty.  There are many incidents in the realms of wit of Tenali Raman which corresponds to the wit of Birbal and hence my caveat in every post of jokes "JOKES BEING UNIVERSAL SOME OF THEM MAY BE REPOSTS."

Raman of Tenali was well aware that if he had to progress in life, he had to move out of Tenali and move to the commercial capital of that time Vijaynagar.  Once the Rajguru of Vijaynagar visited the temple of Kali at Tenali and Raman was told to come to Vijaynagar where the Rajguru would introduce him to the Emperor.
Now legend has it that in a dream he was told by Godess Kali to worship her at the temple on a particular new moon night.  On that night Raman was in the Temple and the Godess appeared before him with her 108 heads and 8 arms.  Seeing Her, Raman burst out laughing.  The angry Goddess demanded why he was laughing at her.  Raman replied, "I was thinking, when we get a cold and our nose runs, we find it difficult to manage one nose with two hands: and when I thought of how you could manage 108 noses with eight hands I found it very funny.  Happy at his witty answer, the Goddess showed two bowls and said, "In the golden bowl is sweet milk of wealth and in the silver bowl the sour curds of knowledge and learning. You can have any one of them." Pretending to smell both, Raman took the two bowls simultaneously and swallowed the contents of both, and hence he was blessed with the wisdom of knowledge tempered with humorous wit and also plenty of wealth which he acquired in due course.

Raman left Tenali and came to Vijaynagar.  The Rajguru obviously did not recognise him.  Raman reminded him of his promise and was given a royal brush-off.  Not to be deprived of his chance of meeting the Emperor Krishna Deva Raya, one morning he waited near the river Tungabadhra.  The Rajguru came for his morning bath to the river.  Once the Rajguru finished his bath, Raman jumped on his back and told him to carry him.  The Rajguru had no option as he didn't want to create a scene.  Some people who espied this, went and reported to the Emperor.  the emperor flew into a royal rage and climed into his chariot and came to see and punish the culprit.  However, Raman espied the royal entourage from afar, and he nimbly jumped down from the Rajguru's shoulder and hoisted the Royal Priest on his shoulders.  When the Emperor saw this, he was impressed.  He patted Raman and asked him to meet him in the palace for receiving the Emperor's appreciation and a gift.  And from here starts the tale of Raman's Wit and the saga of Tenali Raman.

True devotee of God

 

नारद जी ने देखा कि मंदिरों में लोगों कि भीड़ हमेशा लगी रहती है और हर कोई यह
सोचता है कि उस से बड़ा भगवान का भक्त कोई भी नहीं. नारद जी बहुत ही उत्सुक
हुए यह जानने के लिए कि सब से बड़ा भगवान का भक्त कौन है.
उन्होंने भगवान विष्णु का दरवाजा खटखटाया यह जानने के लिए कि उनकी नज़र में
उनका सबसे बड़ा भक्त कौन है. भगवान् विष्णु ने कहा कि मेरा सबसे बड़ा भक्त वो
अमुक किसान है.
प्रशन का उत्तर जानने के बाद नारद जी हैरान हुए कि एक किसान जो पूजा कि विधि
भी नहीं जानता वो इतने बड़े-बड़े उपासकों के होते हुए भी भगवान का सब से बड़ा
भक्त कैसे हुआ. यही प्रशन नारद जी ने भगवान से किया तो भगवान विष्णु ने कहा कि
वह किसान प्रतिदिन अपना हल जोतने का कार्य शुरू करने से पहले पूरी निष्ठा से
मेरा स्मरण करता है और फिर कठिन परिश्रम करता है और अपने कार्य कि समाप्ति पर
फिर से मेरा स्मरण करता है.

"कर्म ही पूजा है"
Moral:-  work is worship

The story of a blind girl   

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:




“Just take care of my eyes dear.”

Butterfly and Cocoon

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.

Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What this man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly...

The Cock And The Jewel

A cock was scratching the ground with his claws looking for a tasty morsel to eat. While doing so, he chanced to turn over a stone and find a shining gem under it.

"Cock-a doodle-do !" cried the cock and said, "It looks very fine and it may be valuable to some people. But I would rather have found a nice grain of corn."

MORAL: Gems can't pacify hunger.

 The Miser

There was once a miser. He melted all his money into a block of gold and buried it in a pit. Every day he would dig it up and smile to see it.

One night the gold-block was stolen. So, the miser was in tears. A friend of his saw him weeping and said, " You should bury a stone in the pit and look at it every day. You never spent money when you had it Was it better then a stone anyway?"





MORAL : It is a cause to be a miser.

The Bird with Two Heads

Once upon a time, there lived a strange bird named Bharunda. He lived on a banyan tree near the banks of a river. The strangeness of the bird lies in the fact, that he had two necks, but shared a common stomach. One day, the bird was wandering on the banks of the lake and found a red-golden fruit, which appeared delicious at the first sight. One of the two heads mumbled, “Oh what a fruit. I am sure the heavens have sent it for me. I am so lucky.” He started eating the fruit with immense pleasure and claimed that it was the most delicious fruit he had ever eaten.

Hearing this, the other head said,” O dear, let me also taste the fruit you are praising so much”. The first head laughed and replied "You know that we've only one stomach, whichever head eats, the fruit will go to the same stomach. So, it makes no difference whether I eat it or you eat it. Moreover, I'm the one who found this fruit. So I've the first right to eat it". The other head became silent and disappointed after hearing the first head. This kind of selfishness, on the part of the first head pinched him very much.

Later one day, the other head found a tree bearing poisonous fruits. He took the poisonous fruit and told the first head, “You deceitful fellow. I will eat this poisonous fruit and avenge your insult which you have done to me”.

The first head yelled, "Please don't eat this poisonous fruit. If you eat it, both of us will die, because we've a common stomach to digest it." The other head replied, “Shut up! As I have found this fruit, I have the every right to eat it.” The first head started crying, but the other head didn’t bother and ate the poisonous fruit. In the consequence of this action, both of them lost their lives.

Moral: Sharing of a good thing with others is always good.

Parrot died

Parrot died

A person was very fond of parrots. He used to catch parrots, train them and sell them to interested people. One time he got a good parrot, so he trained him in talking, and when he was trained he presented him to king. King liked the parrot because he used to reply his questions too.

The king made special arrangements for his safety, security and care and if somebody will tell me about hi death, he will be hung. Hearing this the parrot was kept under special care.

But one day suddenly the parrot died. Now who should go and inform this to king?

The servant went to Birbal and told him his plight. He said – “If I inform him about parrot’s death, then he will kill me, but if I do not tell him, then also he will kill me, so please save me.”

Birbal thought a while and sent him back to his work, and he himself went to the king and said – “Sir, Your parrot…” King asked -”What about parrot?” Birbal again stammered – “Your parrot, Sir.” King asked – “Birbal, What happened to my parrot?” Birbal again said – “Your parrot…” King asked – “I am asking you, what happened to my parrot? Say something in the name Allaah.”

Then Birbal said – “Jahaanpanaah, Your parrot neither eats anything, nor drinks water, nor speaks, nor moves his feathers, nor opens his eyes…”

The king said – “What? Has the parrot died?”

Birbal said – “I did not say it. You said it.”

King understood why Birbal had to say this in this way. He got very happy with Birbal’s way of telling him about his parrot.

 A Wise Counting.

Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions.

Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question.

Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer".

Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?"

Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord".

"How can you be so sure?” asked Akbar.

Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere".

Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit.

MORAL : A witty answer will serve its purpose.

The Wolf and the Lamb

A lamb was grazing with a flock of sheep one day. She soon found some sweet grass at the edge of the field. Farther and farther she went, away from the others.

She was enjoying herself so much that she did not notice a wolf coming nearer to her. However, when it pounced on her, she was quick to start pleading, “Please, please don’t eat me yet. My stomach is full of grass. If you wait a while, I will taste much better.”

The wolf thought that was a good idea, so he sat down and waited. After a while, the lamb said, “If you allow me to dance, the grass in my stomach will be digested faster.” Again the wolf agreed.

While the lamb was dancing, she had a new idea. She said, “Please take the bell from around my neck. If you ring it as hard as you can, I will be able to dance even faster.”

The wolf took the bell and rang it as hard as he could. The shepherd heard the bell ringing nd quickly sent his dogs to find the missing lamb. The barking dogs frightened the wolf away and saved the lamb’s life.






The gentle and weak can sometimes be cleverer than fierce and strong.

The Most Beautiful Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people starred ... how could he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed.

“You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine ... mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking ... but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love..... I tear out a piece of my heart and
give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart ... but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ... and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance. Although these
gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too ... and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit.... but not perfectly, as there were
some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

Physical perfection is not always beautiful.

 The Goose with the Golden Eggs

Once when a Lion was asleep, a little

Once upon a time, a man and his wife had the good fortune to have a goose which laid a golden egg every day.Lucky thought they were , they soon began to think they were not getting rich fast enough .

They imagined that if the bird must be able to lay golden eggs, its inside must be made of gold .And they thought that if they could get all that precious metal at pnce , they would get mighty rich very soon so the man and his wife decide to kill the bird.

However , upon cutting the goose open , they were shocked to find that its innards were like that of any

other goose


MORAL :- THINK BEFORE YOU ACT

The Hare and the Tortoise

There once was a speedy hare who bragged about how fast he could run.Tired of hearing him boast, the
Tortoise challenged him to a race.All the animals in the forest gathered to watch

The Hare ran down the road for a while and then and paused to rest.He looked back at the tortoise ans cried out," How do you expect to win this race when you are walking alone at your slow,slow pace?'

The Hare stretched himself out alongside the road and fell asleep,thinking,"There is plenty of time to relax"
The tortoise walked and walked, never ever stopping until he came to the finish line.

The animals who were watching cheered so loudly for tortoise , that they woke up Hare, The Hare streached
and yawned and began to run again , but it was too late.Tortoise was already over the line.



MORAL:- SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE