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The second part of our story, Envy, set on the island of Crete. In the first part best friends Emily and Heidi set out on a school trip to Crete. Heidi is studying ancient Greek at School and her friend Emily - well she's just along for the trip. But somehow it is Emily, not Heidi, who gets all the praise from their teacher for knowing all about Greek mythology and even some modern Greek words. And Heidi, well, she's feeling just a little bit envious. When we left them, they were about to take part in an archeological dig on the site where some rich people want to build a villa. Dedicated to Zoe and Cyrus ... listen to the end to hear about the stories they sent us. And to support us, see the sidebar on the front page of https://Storynory.com Also leave nice comments in all good podcast apps! And you can now subscribe to our audio via YouTube.

Emily and Heidi are best friends. We first met them in a story called Fear (about a phobia of dogs).  In this story, they are both on a school trip to sunny Greek island of Crete.  Heidi studies ancient Greek. Emily is just along for the trip - and yet Emily seems to receive all the teacher's praise for her knowledge of mythology.  Heidi starts to feel an unfamiliar emotion. She's not sure what it is, but it threatens their friendship.  Read by Jana. Written by Jana and Bertie. Dedicated to Julia in Romania who supports Storynory.  

A cat is in love with a human princess. But he takes no notice of her ... until the cat transforms into a human princess. Based on fable by Aesop. Do you think there will be a fairy tale ending? Read by Jana. Written by Bertie for Storynory.

Our cheeky monkey is bothered by an itchy flea. The flea claims he's "just like the monkey". What do you think? Read by Jana and written by Bertie for Storynory.

Happy Christmas! We celebrate with a story from the Jungle where Christmas is coming to the animals. Our tricky Monkey friend goes up the Big Mountain and meets a Christmas Elf. All the best to you from Storynory! What we want for Christmas? Leave us a nice comment somewhere please!

Of all the saints, St. Francis of Assisi stands out for his deep love for animals and nature. His day is celebrated on the 4th of October, and it's a time when people around the world remember his teachings of peace and kindness towards all creatures. St Francis was born in the Italian city of Assisi in 1181. His father was a wealthy Silk merchant. He went against his parents' wishes, gave up all his wealth, and became a travelling monk known as a friar. In this episode, I will tell you about a few of the miracles of St Francis, including ones involving birds, a fish, and a wolf. Read by Jana Written for Storynory by Bertie

Katie is an ordinary girl, but there is one thing that is rather unusual about her. She's a witch and can do magic spells. Her grandmother is a witch too, and she has a beautiful and very unusual umbrella. When Katie takes it to school, it is confiscated by Miss Vile. Then some unfortunate things start to happen. Story by Bertie. Read by Natasha More classic Katie stories at https://www.Storynory.com

Katie's birthday is on its way. Last year her mum gave her a book on Botony! This time she wants some rollerblades and a computer. But her mum thinks that rollerblades are dangerous and computers cost a lot of money. She goes for a walk in the botanical gardens with her best friend, Isis. They are surprised to see Katie's cat, Solomon, is there too. So Katie turns Isis and herself into cats, and they follow Solomon through the undergrowth. What do they discover? Katie the Witch returns to Storynory!

Katie's birthday is on its way. Last year her mum gave her a book on Botany! This time she wants some rollerblades and a computer. But her mum thinks that rollerblades are dangerous and computers cost a lot of money. She goes for a walk in the botanical gardens with her best friend, Isis. They are surprised to see Katie's cat, Solomon, is there too. So Katie turns Isis and herself into cats, and they follow Solomon through the undergrowth. What do they discover? Katie the Witch returns to Storynory!

The Monkey is back! He's found gold in the river, and he plans to exchange it with the man for bananas. Will the Monkey be rich? Or will the man get the better of him? And what does the Tiger think of these golden plans? Sponsored by Little Passports - use Storynory at checkout.

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Kids Stories Podcast: Avin Must Battle With The Witches To See Who Will Come out ahead. It's a new story, er... podcast series, called "Avin Must Battle With The Witches". It's a series of story podcasts that tells a basic story but with a twist. The twist is that the story is told through short stories of the narrator's life. This story is based on the main character, Avin, and his adventures with witches. In the story, Avin must battle the witches to see who will comes out ahead. stories, kids, bedtime, sleep, podcast, tight, media, short, story, bug, children's, geographic, girls, heymrjim, jim, lamplighter, little, meditations, national, netflix, productions, reading, rebel, storynory, thomas, time, wondery, world, abbe, abf, adventures, african, ages, ahway, american, animal, anytime, blue, blue's, calm, calming, circle, clues, cowdog, creative, eric, everywhere, fairy, family

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In our final Christmas-themed episode, Lindsay keeps it festive by offering up three urban legends tied to actual historical events. To get us started, we learn about the murder of the martyr behind the Good King Wenceslaus Christmas carol, then dive right into the legend of Hans Trapp - one of Saint Nick's twisted companions. We end our evening with a delicious slice of Mincemeat Pie, sans long pig. If you're looking to have your Christmas ruined, this is the episode for you — Happy Holidays! To stay on top of all the latest from Pineapple Pizza Podcast, be sure to check out our website at http://www.pineapplepizzapodcast.com (www.pineapplepizzapodcast.com) where you will find links to merch, Patreon and a variety of ways to support the show, as well as detailed episode descriptions and regional specials. Help our show grow by leaving us a review on Apple Podcasts at https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/pineapple-pizza-podcast/id1543640038 (https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/pineapple-pizza-podcast/id1543640038)Or on Podchaser at https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/pineapple-pizza-podcast-1568165 (https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/pineapple-pizza-podcast-1568165)You can also send mail to: Pineapple Pizza PodcastPO Box 341Wyoming, MN 55092Remember, no matter how you slice it, you're awesome and we love you.Sources:2020 Insider article titled “From hanging stockings to caroling, these 10 holiday traditions have surprisingly bizarre origins” by Sophia Mitrokostas https://www.insider.com/origins-of-christmas-traditions-2018-12#good-king-Wenceslas-was-a-real-person-who-was-stabbed-and-dismembered-1 (https://www.insider.com/origins-of-christmas-traditions-2018-12#good-king-Wenceslas-was-a-real-person-who-was-stabbed-and-dismembered-1)2018 Classic FM article titled “The real story behind the carol Good King Wenceslas” by Elizabeth Davis https://www.classicfm.com/discover-music/real-story-good-king-Wenceslas-carol/ (https://www.classicfm.com/discover-music/real-story-good-king-Wenceslas-carol/)Bartleby website https://www.bartleby.com/210/9/281.html (https://www.bartleby.com/210/9/281.html)Storynory website https://www.storynory.com/king-Wenceslas/ (https://www.storynory.com/king-Wenceslas/)Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wenceslaus_I,_Duke_of_Bohemia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wenceslaus_I,_Duke_of_Bohemia)2021 Farmers' Almanac article titled “7 Scary Christmas Characters That Will Haunt Your Dreams” by Amy Grisak https://www.farmersalmanac.com/scary-christmas-characters (https://www.farmersalmanac.com/scary-christmas-characters)2020 Fodors Travel article titled “7 Spooky Christmas Legends From Around the World” by Jesse Tabit https://www.fodors.com/news/photos/7-spooky-christmas-legends-from-around-the-world (https://www.fodors.com/news/photos/7-spooky-christmas-legends-from-around-the-world)2020 Ripley's article titled “The Terrible Tale of Hans Trapp, The Christmas Scarecrow” by Chris Littlechild https://www.ripleys.com/weird-news/hans-trapp/ (https://www.ripleys.com/weird-news/hans-trapp/)2019 CTV News article titled “Scary Christmas: A look at the world's most unusual, creepy and odd holiday traditions” by Christy Somos https://www.ctvnews.ca/lifestyle/scary-christmas-a-look-at-the-world-s-most-unusual-creepy-and-odd-holiday-traditions-1.4726583 (https://www.ctvnews.ca/lifestyle/scary-christmas-a-look-at-the-world-s-most-unusual-creepy-and-odd-holiday-traditions-1.4726583)2019 The Guardian article titled “The seven most terrifying Christmas traditions around the world” by J Oliver Conroy https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2019/dec/18/the-seven-most-terrifying-christmas-traditions-around-the-world (https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2019/dec/18/the-seven-most-terrifying-christmas-traditions-around-the-world)2018 Patheos blog post titled “The Child-Eating Scarecrow of Christmas” by Mat Auryn https://www.patheos.com/blogs/matauryn/2018/12/11/hans-trapp/...

Once upon a time, when we started Storynory back in 2005, our main character was called Bertie. He's a royal prince, who was once turned into our frog. That's why Storynory's mascot is a little green frog wearing earphones. After a long time away on holiday, Bertie is making a return in this story. He's in his human form, but he's still friends with all the pond life, including Colin the Grumpy Carp.

Writing Competition !  Send us your TRUE story about your very Special Pet by 22nd September.  Entrants must be 16 years or younger -  mum and dad can help with spelling,  typing and grammar.  Include a photo or drawing of your pet if you can.  We will choose 5 stories and read them out on Storynory !  Send to comp@storynory.com.   Competition Groove by Jana and Bertie !

The Magician's Horse Dedicated to Nathan and Amelia.   Adapted by Bertie. Read by Richard. Horse read by Jana.   Proofed & audio edited by Jana Elizabeth.   A long time ago, an old man lived in a hut in the woods with his grandson, whom he loved very dearly. Near the hut was a small clump of trees where some blackbirds lived. The lad loved to practice with his bow and arrow, and he wanted to shoot the birds as target practice, but the old man told him on no account was he to do so. One day, when the boy was sixteen, and  his grandfather had gone to look for firewood, he took his bow and arrow, aimed carefully, and shot the mother blackbird in the wing. She flew off in a kind of zig-zag, and the boy gave chase, stopping every now and then to loose off another arrow. But the bird, although injured, kept flying, and led him further and further into the woods, until he was thoroughly lost. He tried various paths but instead of leading him home, they either took him round in circles, or further into the woods.  Eventually, night fell, and he lay down on a clump of grass in a clearing, exhausted. The boy only woke up when the woods were filled with the howling of wolves. He reached for his bow and arrow while peering through the moonlit clearing. A moment later he heard somebody crashing through the undergrowth as they ran towards him. Then a man appeared out of the trees, hotly pursued by a grey wolf. Just as the shaggy, loping wolf was about to take off from its hind legs and pounce on the man, the boy let fire the arrow and shot it through the heart. It fell down dead, and the man collapsed at the boy's feet, gasping for breath. When he was recovered enough to speak, he said:    “I thank you for saving my life from that evil spirit who had taken on the form of a gray wolf. Come back to my home for I have many wonderful things, and I would like to give one of them to you as a reward.”   The boy was relieved to find another human being who could help him. He gladly followed the strange man, who led him to a large house on the other side of the woods. A servant showed him to a room with a four-poster bed with rich covers and deep pillows. He lay down and fell into a deep sleep for at least a day.  Because he was so lost, he had no choice but to follow the strange man who led him to a large house on the other side of the woods. When he awoke, he was not certain if his strange adventure had happened in a dream. He decided to get dressed and look around the place he had come to. He wandered through many wonderful rooms, all of them empty of people, but furnished with richly carved tables, wonderful embroidered curtains, and gold and silver plates and bowls. Eventually he went outside the house and looked around the stables, hoping to find some sign of  human life. He called out, “Hello! Is anyone here?”     “Of course I'm here. You're looking straight at me,” said a voice.     “Who said that?” asked the boy.    “Why, I did,” said the voice.  And only then did the boy realise that the words had been spoken by a beautiful white horse with a black star on her forehead.     “Er, forgive me,” said the boy. “I've not come across an animal who could speak before.”   “Well that,” said the mare, “was because you were not sensitive to magic. But now you have slept in a magician's house, you are able to see and hear how the world really is. So do as I say.  Saddle me up, and ride off with me. I will show you many more wonders.”   The boy did not want to steal a horse, but he also did not think it wise to disobey an animal with magical powers. He did as he was told, and rode the horse out of the grounds of the house, and onto the lane.     “Can you take me home?” he asked.    “Your grandfather will scold you if I do,” replied the  horse. “My advice is that we go to the big city and make your fortune first, and we can explain things to your grandfather afterwards.”   “That sounds like a good plan to me,” replied the boy. And off they trotted in the direction of the big city. As the boy had not ridden on a horse before, the trotting was rather bumpy for him, but he soon worked out how to rise up and down in the stirrups as they went along.    The magic horse led the boy right up to the gates of the king's palace. “What's your business here?” demanded one of the guards. “We've come to show the king something he hasn't seen before,” replied the horse, and the guards were so amazed, and fearful of the great magic they had just experienced, that they let the boy and his horse pass through.    They rode straight into the great hall where the king was holding council with his closest advisers.     “How dare you ride your horse in here!” exclaimed the king,  fearful for his precious Persian carpet on which the horse was standing.    The boy climbed down from the saddle and went down on one knee. “Your Majesty,” he said. “Behold the great wonder of a talking horse.”   For a moment, the hall fell silent, and the boy could only hear his own heart beating. Surely the horse would not let him down by not speaking at a moment like this?” He glanced up at his companion. “Well go on, say something,” he said.    “Your Majesty,”  said the horse at length. “We are powerful magicians, and we are at your service.”   The king's eyes almost popped out of his head. “I have heard the tale that Caligula, emperor of Rome, kept one of his horses as his closest advisor, and promoted him to consul,  but this is a marvel I had not expected. I shall buy you. Name your price, young lad! I shall pay anything you want for your horse up to one twentieth of my kingdom.”    “Shouldn't that be half your kingdom for a wonder such as I?” asked the horse.“But it's all by the by because I am not for sale.  Should your Majesty be pleased to show me to the stables, and provide me with fresh water, tasty bran, and clean soft hey, I shall make sure that all of your other horses are as young, strong and beautiful as I am.”   Now it happened that the king had several favourite horses which he had jousted on long ago, which had now grown old and had lost their strength. He was curious to see what would happen if they shared a stable with this remarkable animal, and so he agreed with all that she asked. He summoned the groom who looked after the royal horses and told him to show the horse, and the boy visitor to the stables, and to provide them both with fresh hay and water and oatmeal. The boy was too humble and shy to ask for better lodgings, and besides, thought it was safest to stay close by to his magical companion. They slept that night in the stables, and in the morning, the other horses had regained the strength and beauty of their youth. When the king paid a visit in the mid morning, he was delighted, and declared that the horse and the boy could stay in his stables as long as they wished.    Now the groom was jealous of the boy who owned this remarkable horse. He feared he might soon take his job! He decided to set him up for a fall, and so told the king that the boy was very boastful, and now claimed that he could find the king's most favourite horse of all, the one he had ridden into war as a young man, and which some three years ago had wandered off into the woods, never to be seen again. The king was delighted to hear this. He summoned the boy and his talking horse to the throne room, and ordered them to go and find his favourite horse.   When they were outside, the boy said, “Now we're for it. That horse obviously went off to die ages ago.”    “Don't be such a gloom-monger,” replied the magical horse. “You need to start any enterprise with a positive attitude. Saddle me up, and we'll go and look for him.”   The horse led the boy to a magical spring in the woods, and they waited by its cool, sparkling waters for half a day, until, just as he had expected, the king's missing horse turned up for a drink.      “Come on,”said the boy. “The king's promised to give you a nice stable in your old age. Let's go home.”   The king's old horse neighed, and agreed to follow them back to the palace. On their return, the king was more surprised and delighted than ever, and the groom was even  more envious and worried than before. He resolved to fix up the boy again, and this time make sure that he made a good and proper job of it.  So the next morning, he reported to the king that the boy had grown even more boastful and arrogant, and claimed that he could find the Queen, who six months ago had vanished altogether, and nobody knew where on earth she had disappeared to.      “He claims that, does he?” said the king. “Well he better not be making an empty boast, or he'll be for it.” And the groom thought to himself:   “Well now, I reckon I've got him this time for sure.”   The king summoned the boy and the magical horse once again.  The boy knelt before the throne in the great hall, and the king stood up and said:   “Well now Sonny, you've proved yourself to be a pretty smart young fellow when it comes to anything to do with horses. But my eyes and ears in the stables inform me that you're getting a high opinion of yourself. You've been saying you could find the lost queen. Don't deny it, that's what I've heard from reliable sources. You better be as good as your word, or you'll be for it.   Go now, and bring her back to me, or else.”   The boy was trembling as he left the hall, but the horse said to him: “What did I tell you before?  Do not give up before you've even tried to succeed.  You must begin any enterprise with hope in your heart.”   The boy cheered up when he heard these words, because the horse had not let him down before. He saddled up his friend, and they went in search of the river that began as the magic spring in the woods. When they reached the banks of the river, the horse said:    “Hop to the ground, and I will show you something more wonderful than anything you've ever seen yet.”    The boy did as he was told, and the horse jumped into the river with a huge splash. For a moment or two, the animal disappeared beneath the surface, and then, in her place, the head of a beautiful woman with long golden hair emerged. The woman swam to the shore, and emerged from the water, and the boy, averting his eyes, wrapped her in his cloak.  She said to him:    “If you're not completely dim witted, you will have realised by now that I am the Queen. The king wanted to be rid of me, so  that he could marry a princess from another kingdom, and win a rich dowry and make a great diplomatic treaty. He gave the task of making me disappear to the magician, who turned me into a mare. I had to escape from the magician to free myself from the spell, and you have helped me to do that.”   The boy and the beautiful queen walked back to the Big City and the Great Palace and marched straight into the Great Hall where the king was sitting on his throne with his advisors. When the king saw his queen he was astonished and declared.    “The magician has betrayed me! I ordered him to get rid of the Queen forever, and now she is standing here before me!”   And the Queen replied: “Do not blame the magician. He did not mean to let me go. I escaped from his stables with the help of this kind boy. But while I was prisoner in the magician's house, I learnt some powerful magic, and now you shall see what I can do.”   She pointed at the king and his throne started to lift up from the ground. The king tried to jump free, but he was stuck to the seat. The throne flew with the king as its unwilling passenger, first leaving the Great Hall, and then circling around the palace, and then heading for the clouds. That was the last that anyone ever saw of him.      The following day, a royal messenger appeared outside the boy's grandfathers hut in the woods. He blew on a loud trumpet and a somewhat shocked old man came out to see what the noise was about. The messenger handed him a scroll bearing a royal seal. When the old man unfolded the parchment, he stared at the words for a minute or so, before humbly asking the messenger to read the message out loud for him.    Said the messenger:   “Her Majesty the Queen requests the pleasure of your presence at her daughter's wedding to your son.”   And as you might expect, they all lived happily ever after.   And that was ‘The Magician's Horse', a horsey fairytale, read by me, Richard, for Storynory.com I'm delighted to dedicate this story to Nathan and Amelia who support us on Patreon. Their mother Tammy writes, Nathan and Amelia are two sassy, Chinese Canadian kids aged 7 and 5, living in Toronto, Ontario. Nathan and Amelia have been listening to Storynory for 8 months and have listened to every episode. Even though they argue with each other a lot, they never argue about listening to new episodes of Storynory. Amelia and Nathan's favourite stories, are Astropup and Lapis the cat, although Nathan also likes Herodotus very much. Mummy and Daddy's favourite, is The Wind in the Willows Christmas special. Thank you all for your fabulous stories. And thank you, Nathan and Amelia. And here's Bertie with a special message:

The Crow and his Friends A story from ancient India Read by Richard. Proofed & audio edited by Jana.       Adapted by Bertie. Dedicated to Austin Billing, who supports us on Patreon.   In the branches of a great tree, in a forest in India, lived a wise old crow in a very comfortable, well-built nest. He led a very easy existence, and was particularly nosey about what his neighbours were getting up to. One day, popping his head over the edge of his home, he saw a fierce-looking man stalking along, carrying a stick in one hand and a net in the other. "That fellow is up to some mischief, I'll be bound," thought the crow: "I will keep my eye on him." The man stopped under the tree, spread the net on the ground, and taking a bag of rice out of his pocket, he scattered the grains amongst the meshes of the net. Then he hid, hiding himself behind the trunk of the tree from which the crow was watching. A little while later, some doves, led by a specially fine bird who had been chosen king because of his size and the beauty of his plumage, came flying rapidly along, and noticed the white rice, but did not see the net, because it was very much the same colour as the ground. Down swooped the king, and down swept all the other doves, eager to enjoy a good meal without any trouble to themselves. Alas, their joy was short lived! They were all caught in the net and began struggling to escape, beating the air with their wings and cooing out cries of distress. The crow kept very quiet, watching to see what happened next. The man chuckled to himself, and got ready to take up his net with the poor doves imprisoned within. They would make several fine dinners for his family.   Now a very strange and wonderful thing came to pass. The king of the doves said to the imprisoned birds: "Take the net up in your beaks, all of you spread out your wings at once, and fly straight up into the air as quickly as possible. "   In a moment, each little bird seized a separate thread of the net in his beak and up, up, up, they all flew, looking very beautiful with the sunlight gleaming on their white wings. Very soon they were out of sight; and the man came out of his hiding-place, very much surprised at what had happened. He stood gazing up after his vanished dinner for a little time, and then went away muttering to himself, while the wise old crow laughed at him. “Caw!  Caw! Caw!!”    When the doves had flown some distance, the king ordered them to rest in a clearing of the forest. While they all lay on the ground panting for breath, with the cruel net still hampering them, he said: "Well done my friends. We have shown that we delicate doves can be strong when we all work together! Now we must take this horrible net to my old friend Hiranya the mouse, who will nibble through the strings for me and set us all free.” Hiranya means “gold” in ancient Sanskrit, and this golden coloured mouse lived in a maze of holes back near the tree where the crow lived.   The weary pigeons took up their burden once more, and flew back to the place where they had been caught. This greatly surprised the crow, who wondered what would happen next. He hopped out of his nest and perched upon a branch where he could see better. Presently a great clamour arose, one word being repeated again and again: "Hiranya! Hiranya! Hiranya." "Why, that's the name of the mouse who lives down below there," thought the crow. "Now, what good can he do? I know, I know," he added, as he remembered the sharp teeth of Hiranya. "That king of the doves is a sensible fellow. I must make friends with him." Very soon the mouse came out. He didn't need to be told what was wanted, but at once began to nibble the string, first setting free the king, and then all the rest of the birds. "A friend in need is a friend indeed," cried the king. “A thousand thousand thanks!" And away he flew up into the beautiful free air of heaven, followed by the happy doves, none of them ever likely to forget the adventure or to pick up food from the ground without a good look at it first. The mouse saw the rice strewn on the ground and began to eat with great relish, happy with his unasked for reward.  Presently he was joined by the old crow, who addressed him in his croaky voice: "Hiranya," he said, "for that I know is your name, I am called Laghupatin, which means ‘he who flies quickly', and I would gladly have you for a friend. I have seen all that you did for the pigeons, and have come to the conclusion that you are a mouse of great wisdom, ready to help those who are in trouble, without any thought of yourself." "You are quite wrong," squeaked Hiranya. "I am not so silly as you make out. I have no wish to be your friend. If you were hungry, you wouldn't hesitate to gobble me up. I don't care for that sort of affection." With that, Hiranya whisked away to his hole, pausing at the entrance, when he knew the crow could not get at him, to cry, "You be off to your nest and leave me alone!" The feelings of the crow were very much hurt. Instead of obeying Hiranya, and going back to his nest, he hopped to the mouse's hole, and putting his head on one side in what he thought was a very taking manner, he said: "Don't misjudge me so. Never would I harm you! I should not dream of gobbling you up, as you say, however hungry I may be. Surely you are aware that I am a strict vegetarian, and never eat the flesh of other creatures. Let us share a meal together, and talk the matter over." Hiranya, on hearing the last remark of Laghupatin, hesitated, and in the end he agreed that he would have supper with the crow that very evening. "There is plenty of rice here," he said, "which we can eat on the spot. It would be impossible for you to get into my hole, and I am certainly not about to visit you in your nest."  So the two at once began their meal, and before it was over they had become good friends. Not a day passed without them meeting, and when all the rice was eaten up, each of the two would bring something to the feast. This had gone on for some little time, when the crow said one day to the mouse: "Don't you think we might go up somewhere else for a time? I am rather tired of this bit of the forest, every inch of which we both know well. I've got another friend who lives beside a fine river a few miles away, a tortoise named Mandharaka; a thoroughly good, trustworthy fellow he is, though rather slow and cautious in his ways. I should like to introduce you to him." "How in the world should I get there?" answered Hiranya. "It's all very well for you, you can fly. I can't walk for miles and miles. However, I too am sick of this place and would like a change." "Oh, there's no difficulty about that," replied Laghupatin. "I will carry you in my beak, and you will get there without any fatigue at all." To this, Hiranya consented, and very early one morning the two friends started off together. After flying along for several hours, they arrived at the river, where they were warmly welcomed by the tortoise. The tortoise, who had lived a great deal longer than either the mouse or the crow, was very chatty; and even Laghupatin, who was very fond of talking himself, liked to listen to his stories of long ago. "I wonder," said the tortoise, "that you are not afraid to travel about as you have done, with your soft little body unprotected by any armour. Look how different it is for me. The claws, even of a tiger, a wild cat or an eagle, could not break my shell. I am very much afraid, my little friend, that you will be gobbled up some fine day.” "Of course," said the mouse, "I know the truth of what you say; but I can very easily hide from danger, much more easily than you or Laghupatin. A tuft of moss or a few dead leaves are shelter enough for me, but big fellows like you and the crow can be quite easily seen." “Well I hope you are right, my little friend,” said Mandaraka the tortoise.   The mouse and the crow lived as his guests for a long time, and one day they were suddenly joined by a new companion, a creature as unlike any one of the three friends as could possibly be imagined. This was a very beautiful deer, who came bounding out of the forest, all eager to escape from the hunters. Just as he reached the three friends, he fell to the ground, almost crushing the mouse, who darted away in the nick of time.   The tortoise, the crow and the mouse were all very sorry for the deer, who said: "I thought my last hour had come this time, for the hunters were closing in on me; and even now I do not feel safe." "I'll fly up and take a look 'round," said Laghupatin; and off he went to explore, coming back soon, to say he had seen the hunters disappearing a long distance off, going in quite another direction.  Gradually the deer was reassured, and lay still where he had fallen. "You should join us," said the tortoise. “When you have had a good meal, and a drink from the river, you will feel a different creature. My old friend Laghupatin will keep watch for us all, and warn us of any dangers approaching; I will give you the benefit of my long experience; and little Hiranya, though he is not likely to be of any use to you, will certainly never do you any harm."   The deer agreed to stop with the three friends, and for some weeks after his arrival all went well. One beautiful moonlit night the deer did not come back home as usual, and the other three became very anxious about him. The crow flew up to the highest tree nearby, and eagerly sought for some sign of their lost friend. Presently he saw him in a hunter's trap - a net that had been spread over a hole.   The poor deer was very glad indeed to see the crow, and cried to him in a piteous voice: "Be quick, be quick, and help me, before the terrible hunters find me and kill me." "I can do nothing for you myself," said the crow, "but I know who can. Remember who saved the doves!"  He flew off home, and very soon returned with the little mouse in his beak, and it did not take long for Hiranya to nibble through the cords and save the life of the animal a hundred times as big as himself. How happy the deer was when the cruel cords were loosened and he could stretch out his limbs again! He bounded up, but took great care not to crush the mouse, who had done him such a service. "Never, never, never," he said, "shall I forget what you have done for me. Ask anything in my power, and I will do it." "I want nothing," said Hiranya, "except the joyful thought of having saved you." By this time the tortoise had crept to the river-bank, and he too was glad that the deer had been saved. He praised the mouse, and declared that he would never again look down upon him. Then the four started to go back to their usual haunt in the forest; the deer, the crow, and the mouse soon arrived there quite safely, whilst the tortoise, who could only get along very slowly, lagged behind.    He had not got very far from the riverbank before the cruel hunter who had set the net to catch the deer, came to see if he had succeeded. Great was his rage when he found the net lying on the ground, but not exactly where he had left it. He began to search about for any creature who could have gnawed through the cords. There was not a sign of the mouse, but he soon saw the slow moving Mandharaka. “He's not as good a prize as a deer, but all the same I shall take him and cook him in a pot for soup,” said the hunter, who picked up the poor creature.  When the tortoise in his turn did not come home, the deer, the crow and the mouse were very much worried. They decided that, however great the risk, they must go back and see what had become of their friend. Great was the surprise and terror of all three when they saw the hunter striding along towards them, with the tortoise in the net under his arm. Once more the little mouse showed his wisdom. He said to the deer: "Throw yourself on the ground and pretend to be dead; and you," he added to the crow, "perch on his head and bend over as if you were going to peck his eyes out." Without any idea what Hiranya meant by these strange orders, the two did as they were told; the poor deer feeling anything but happy lying still where his enemy was sure to see him. The hunter did see him very soon, and thinking to himself, "After all I shall get that deer," he let the tortoise fall, and came striding along as fast as he could. Up jumped the deer without waiting to see what became of the tortoise, and sped away like the wind. The hunter rushed after him, and the two were soon out of sight. The tortoise, whose armour had saved him from being hurt by his fall, was indeed pleased when he saw little Hiranya running towards him. "Be quick, be quick, little mouse!" he cried, "and set me free." Very soon the sharp teeth of the mouse had bitten through the meshes of the net, and before the hunter came back, after failing to catch the deer, the tortoise was safely swimming across the river, leaving the net upon the ground, whilst the crow and the mouse were back in the shelter of the forest. "There's some magic at work here," said the hunter when he discovered that his prisoner had escaped. "The stupid beast could not have got out alone," he added, as he picked up the net and walked off with it. "But he wasn't worth keeping anyhow." That evening the four friends met once more, and talked over all they had gone through together. The deer and the tortoise were full of gratitude to the mouse, and could not say enough in his praise, but the crow was rather sulky, and remarked: "If it had not been for me, neither of you would ever have seen Hiranya. He was my friend before he was yours." In spite of this little dispute, the four friends were soon as happy together as before the adventure of the tortoise. They once more agreed never to part and lived happily together for many years, as they had done ever since they first met. Because although the four friends were totally different from each other, in every way possible, it was their differences that made them love and value each other all the more.    And that was ‘The Crow and his Friends', an ancient tale from India. I'm delighted to dedicate this story to Austin Billing. We received this message from him. “This is Austin speaking. Just to let you know I really like the Peer Gynt stories and I've been listening to Storynory for three years. I'm 8 years old and live in Singapore.” Ah, thanks Austin. Read by me, Richard, for Storynory.com. For now, from me, goodbye.

A Tale from KoreaDedicated to  Raphaela and Gideon, Read by Richard Scott. Proofed & audio edited by Jana Elizabeth. Adapted by Bertie. There was once a striped tiger that lived among the highlands of Kang Wen in Korea. Hunters called him ‘The Mountain Uncle', but they rarely caught sight of him. He boasted to his fellow tigers that he had never been wounded by any bullet; while as for traps, he knew all about them and laughed at the tricks used by man to try and steal his wondrous skin. In summer he kept among the high hills and lived on fat deer. In winter, when heavy snow, biting winds, and terrible cold kept human beings within doors, old Mountain Uncle would slink down to the villages. There he would prowl around the stables, the cattle enclosures, or the pig-pens, in hope of catching a tasty dinner. Too often he succeeded. One day in autumn, Mountain Uncle was rambling among the lower hills. Though far from any village, he kept a sharp lookout for traps and hunters, but none seemed to be near. He was very hungry and hoped for game. As he came around a great rock, Mountain Uncle suddenly saw a big tiger like himself - or so he thought.   He stopped, twitched his tail most ferociously, growled terribly, and got ready to spring. To his surprise the other tiger did exactly the same things. Mountain Uncle was sure that there would be a terrible struggle, but of course he expected to win. But after a tremendous leap in the air, he landed in the bottom of a deep pit, bruised and disappointed. There was no tiger to be seen, but instead a heavy lid of logs had closed over his head with a crash and he lay in darkness. Old Mountain Uncle was caught at last.. Yes, the hunter had hidden the pit with sticks and leaves, vines and brushwood, and above it had hung a broken mirror to trick Old Mountain Uncle. By and by, a Buddhist priest came along, who believed in being kind to all living creatures. When he heard an animal moaning, he opened the trap and saw old Mountain Uncle at the bottom licking his bruised paw. "Oh, please, Mr. Man, let me get out. I'm hurt badly," said the tiger. The priest lifted up one of the logs and slid it down, until it rested on the bottom of the pit. Then the tiger climbed up and out. Old Mountain Uncle expressed his thanks saying to the shaven headed priest: "I am deeply grateful to you, sir, for helping me out of my trouble. Nevertheless, as I am very hungry, I must eat you up." The priest, very much surprised, protested that this was no way to thank somebody for saving his life. To say the least, it was very bad manners and entirely against the law of the mountains. The tiger swished his tail, a sure sign that he meant to eat the priest in a moment. As a last hope, the man cried out to a big tree. “Oh great oak tree. You are very wise and old. Be the judge of our quarrel.I have just saved the life of Mountain Uncle. Is it right that he should now eat me up? The tiger says he has a right to eat me because he is hungry. I say he has no right, because I have saved him.” The spirit in the tree spoke through the rustling leaves and declared that the man should go free and that the tiger was both ungrateful and besides, had extremely bad manners. Old Mountain Uncle was not satisfied yet, especially as the priest was unusually fat and would make a very good dinner. However, he allowed the man to appeal once more, this time to a big rock. The spirit of the big rock said: "The man is certainly right, honourable Mountain Uncle, and you are wholly wrong. Your master, the Mountain Spirit, will certainly punish you if you eat up this priest. You will be no fit messenger of the Mountain Lord if you are so ungrateful as to eat the man who saved you from starvation or death in the trap. It is shockingly bad manners even to think of such a thing." The tiger felt ashamed, but his eyes glared with hunger Now he proposed to make a toad the final judge. The toad, with his gold-rimmed eyes, looked very wise, and instead of answering quickly, as the tree and rock did, thought for a long time. The priest's heart sank, while the tiger licked his lips. "I must go and see the trap before I can make up my mind," said the toad, who looked as solemn as a judge. So all three leaped, bopped, or walked to the trap. The tiger, moving fast, was there first. Now while the toad and the tiger were studying the trap,the priest ran off and saved himself by reaching the monastery gates. It was only when at last the toad decided in favour of the man, that old Mountain Uncle noticed the priest was long gone. Before he could lash out in anger, the toad hopped into a crack between the rocks, and crawling far inside, defied the tiger. “Croak! You rude and ungrateful beast. Learn some manners!” he called out. Old Mountain Uncle was so mad with rage and hunger that his craftiness turned into stupidity. He clawed at the rock to pull it open to get at the toad and to tear him to pieces. But the toad, safe inside, only laughed. Unable to do any harm, the tiger flew into a passion of rage. The hotter his temper grew, the more he lost his good sense. Poking his nose inside the crack, he rubbed it hard on the rough rock until it bled. Finally he gave up, and returned to the mountains with an empty belly and a sore nose. And from that day on, he was no longer known as the Honourable Mountain Uncle, but as the tiger who had no manners. I'm delighted to dedicate this story to Raphaela ana Gideon, who support us on Patreon! They tell us they are huge Storynory fans! Thank you, Raphaela and Gideon for all your help and support! And here's Bertie with a short message for Storynory listeners. Bertie - I just thought it'd be nice to read some of the reviews left by our listeners on iTunes. These are just some of the recent ones… “It's so so good. I love the Astropup stories. They're great. Please make more!” And here's one by Issy Sage, “I love Storynory and I love to listen to it when I go to sleep. I love horses. Will you make a story about horses? Thanks.” And this one, I think she likes the story ‘Cretan Bull'. “My name is Julia. I love Storynory. I am 7 years old and I love to go out on my patio with my dad and listen to them. I hope you make more.” Well, thank you very much for all those nice reviews. Unfortunately when you go on iTunes or the Apple podcast app, this is the first review you see.. “Not bad,” by Gabreviews. Thanks Gabreviews.”Not bad I guess. The teller is pretty good. The stories are not very good. Well Richard that's pretty nice for you. Well done. But not so nice for me, the person who writes the stories. So look, this is what you, the audience could do to help us. Please go to ITunes or the Apple podcast app for us and mark some of the nice and flattering reviews as helpful. That will mean those are the reviews that people see first. Also if you can leave us your own thoughts, we would be delighted and we might even read them out. Richard - Thanks Bertie. Read for Storynory.com by me, Richard Scott. For now, goodbye.

Dedicated to Avery Jane Gaffney in New Jersey who kindly supports Storynory on Patreon. Read by Richard. Luna, by Jana. Story by Bertie. Proofed and audio edited by Jana Elizabeth. We continue the story of how our space-travelling hound, Astropup, along with the Parrot and Marlow, took a space tourist on board their ship. Luna is sixteen and wants to celebrate her birthday on the moon. She has brought her cat, Mr Muggles with her. The only thing is - Mr Muggles has run off to join the cat people. Astropup's Space Tourist - Part Two Hello, this is Richard, and this story is dedicated to Avery Jane Gaffney in New Jersey who kindly supports Storynory on Patreon. Read by Richard. Luna, by Jana. Story by Bertie. Proofed and audio edited by Jana Elizabeth.   And in the previous episode we left you on the surface of the moon as Mr. Muggles, a pet cat belonging to Luna, a space tourist, ran off chasing a mouse. Can our friends Astropup, the parrot, and Marlow help Luna find her lost kitty? “Mr. MUGGGGLESS! COME BACK THIS INSTANT!” shouted Luna. But if he was in radio range, he did not obey his owner. He was a typical cat if you ask me. They have a tendency to go wandering off. We dogs much prefer to stay at home where we know dinner is served, and besides, our dog's duty is to guard our masters. “Marlow to Astropup,” came the voice of our friend over the radio. “And Luna too. Listen up. I'm tracking Mr. Muggles. He's travelling at speed across the surface. The best chance of catching him is in the buggy. Wait where you are and I'll join up with you ASAP.” Now the buggy is a piece of kit we have not used often. It's a sort of four wheeled car designed for travelling across moon dunes and the like. Marlow drove it down the ramp of our ship. I could see he had his laser rifle propped up beside him. He wasn't taking any chances, even though the only known life forms living on the moon are mice, which are pretty harmless. Luna and I jumped in the back and Marlow pointed to a computer screen that was tracking all our positions on the moon. The missing cat had finally come to a halt about a mile away. He pointed the buggy in the right direction, and we set out. It was a bumpy ride, because the moon is not at all flat, and once or twice we nearly tipped over. When we were about 150 meters away from the blip on the screen that represented the missing cat, Marlow pulled the buggy up to a halt and said, “Let's go the rest of the way quietly on foot.” “What's wrong? Why can't we call him?” Luna asked. “We can't,” said Marlow. “I've turned off radio contact with Mr. Muggles. To be on the safe side, it's best he doesn't know we're coming after him, just in case he's not alone.” We left the buggy behind and bounced up to the edge of a big crater. Marlow peered over the edge and said softly, “Well, well, what do you know?” “Not much,” I said, and joined him at the top, looking down into the hollow. What I then saw brought out an instinctive reaction in me. The hairs on my back stood on end. “Grrrrrr!” I muttered inside my helmet. “SHSSSSSSH!” replied Marlow. “Who are they?” asked Luna who was now looking too. “Best get back down out of sight,” I said. “Those are cat-people.” “Oh cool!” exclaimed Luna. “No, no, not cool at all,” I told her. “Cat people are our enemies. They're dangerous.” “But what about my Mr. Muggles?” she asked, plaintively. “Best forget about him,” I advised. “He seems happy where he is.” Because, we had just seen Mr. Muggles at the bottom of the crater playing with some kittens of the cat-people. One of them was holding a toy mouse on a piece of elastic, and the others were trying to pounce on it. Quite frankly, he looked like he was enjoying himself, despite the cat commando who was watching over them with his gun at the ready. “Astropup's right. Let's get back out of danger.” “Noooooo, please,” sobbed Luna. “We just can't leave my baby on the moon!” Her space helmet was getting all hot and steamed up with tears. “Oh yes we can!” the parrot squawked, butting in unexpectedly. He was still on board the spaceship following our conversation over the radio. “There's nothing in the contract about rescuing stray pets from the cat people.” He was a hard-beaked business bird, and I say that as one who has never cared for cats. Luna was having none of it. She started jumping up and down, frantically waving her arms, whistling and calling out: “Mr. Muggles, it's time to go, baby! Mr. Muggles, come now, please. You're freaking me out!” “Luna get down,” urged Marlow. “No! I want my cat!” Luna said firmly. Peow Peow (laser gun sound fx) The cat commando was shooting at her. “Ahhhhhhhh,” Luna screamed. Marlow dived over to our prized customer and pulled her behind a rock. He returned a couple of shots. (Laser sound fx ) “Did you get him?” I asked. “I missed and now there's more of them. Six or so cat commandos. Get back to the buggy double quick!” I did not waste any time. I darted towards the buggy which was our only hope of escape. Marlow grabbed Luna by the hand, still screaming, and dragged her along. “No, wait…please,” she begged. “Leave me alone.. I need to rescue my cat. He'll be frightened down there!” she wailed. We reached the buggy just as the cat commandos appeared at the top of the crater and shot at us again. “Aaaarrrrrrrrooooooooo!” I howled! “The tip of my tail stung so bad... like a bucket load of bee stings!! “Aaarrrrooooooo!” I darted back and forth to get away from whatever was biting my tail but the pain followed me...like red hot needles, it was! “OoooooWWW!” Eventually I turned around and caught sight of it - my tail was smouldering. There's no smoke without fire, as the parrot always says. That's when I realised that a filthy cat commando had shot my tail with a laser gun. “Aaaaarooooo!” The worst day of my life! And all because of that traitor Mr. Muggles running off to join the cat people! This business venture thing was not worth it. No amount of money would bring back the fluffy tip of my tail. Well actually it has grown back since then but I did not know that at the time. “Come on Astropup, keep running,” called out Marlow. I knew he was giving good advice. I bounded on, with Luna closely behind. Soon we were back on board the moon buggy. In haste, Marlow pressed the turbo charge button which fired up a small rocket. That was great because a fraction of a moment later we were long gone - hurtling forward at lightning speed. Unfortunately we could not stop when we wanted to and we overshot our spaceship by about a mile and had to turn around and drive back to it. Once Luna had calmed down a little, she found the emergency first aid kit under a seat in the buggy and kindly cleaned and bandaged my wound. “There, there, Astropup. That's better, isn't it? It's just a little nick,” she tried to soothe me. “It's barely a scrape, I promise you'll be fine in no time.” “Just a nick?” I howled. “Fine in no time? Get off!” Looking back now I feel rather bad about my grumpiness. I was rude and ungrateful for her help because I was still fuming about being shot in the tail because of a cat. Once we were safely on board our spacecraft, the parrot began the countdown for the final checks before takeoff. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1…” “Hey, Hey, Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute, Hey... Don't tell me we're leaving… are we?” asked Luna, starting to become distressed again. “Why, heck yeah!” exclaimed the parrot. “But Daddy booked three days on the moon, as a special treat for my birthday!” she pointed out. “And you can't expect me to leave without my cat?” she said indignantly. “So he did, but I don't think he paid for his little girl to be kidnapped by the cat people.” “I know, I know. But, you know, he'll want his money back,” she warned. “Unless I say you waited to see if Mr. Muggles came back.” “Naaa, he's not coming back,” I said. “He's run off to join the cat people.” I hoped never to see him again. “No, no, that's not true,” said Luna. “Every time he's gone missing for a day or two, he's always, always come back to me.” “Alright,” said the parrot. “We will wait. But if the cat people come within 300 yards of our ship, we're blasting off. It's much too close for comfort with all those laser guns going off. As for Astropup, look at him! He's almost as pale as the moon!” And that's when I realised why making your fortune in business is not as easy as it looks on paper. It's all because of the annoying law that the customer is always right. If you want to get paid you have to be a pleaser. The customer says roll over and you roll over. The customer says sit pretty, and you sit pretty. The customer says wait, and you wait. You might say that's just like a dog's life but there is an important difference. We dogs only obey our masters when we feel like it. If the fancy takes us, we just look at the boss when he issues an order and say, “Are you crazy? I'm not doing that for all the treats in China.” That's called freedom. As soon as you have a client, you give that up. And so we waited for a very long time. I thought it was at least a month. It takes about 28 days for the moon to orbit the Earth and that's what it seemed like to me. Afterwards the parrot told me that it had only been about one and a half days, but it felt much longer because it was so nerve wracking. All that time I was only half asleep, listening with one ear for the cat alarm. Eventually it went off. I woofed and the parrot flew to his computer screen. “Well, now look who it is?” he said. “The cat people?” I barked. “Fire to the rockets! Head for the stars!” “No need for that just yet,” said Marlow. “It's Mr. Muggles. He slipped through the force field we set up at 300 yards from the ship.” “Yay!” exclaimed Luna excitedly. “My little baby came back. I told you he would, didn't I? Aw Mr. Muggles, my Mugglies-wugglies.” Meeeow! Marlow and I went through the airlock and looked out for cat people while Mr. Muggles sauntered back. Luna prepared a tube of milk for him, because you can't drink from a saucer in low gravity, and when he jumped back into the control room she caught him in her arms and hugged him tight. “Ooh, my baby.. I knew you'd come back to me, my darling. You gave me such a fright! Please don't ever run off like that again!” she cooed pathetically. It beats me why some people love cats but it is a fact that they do. It took all my might ‘and a half' to refrain from ripping that exotic mog from stem to stern! He almost got me blown away, he did. “What made you come back?” asked the parrot. “Oh, I got bored with the cat people. They're too serious. All they think about is becoming masters of the universe. I'm not interested in all that politics,” he said. “Let's get on with the important stuff,” said Marlow. “One, two, three …” “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.. Happy Birthday dear Luna, Happy birthday to you!” “Ah that's so sweet, thank you everyone,” said Luna delightedly. “This is embarrassing,” I said. “We should have bought a cake but we didn't know where to find one in outer space.” “Oh don't worry about that, Astropup,” said Luna, “It's really been the best birthday ever. I got to go to the Moon! Thanks so much for looking after me and I'm so grateful that you waited for Mr. Muggles to come back. I do hope your tail gets better soon!” And then she kissed my face and scratched my belly, which is my favourite thing, but nobody's done it for ages. It made me think of my Jenny back on earth. We safely returned Luna and her Mr. Muggles to a space taxi that took them back to earth and her billionaire daddy. And I'm glad to say that all the money was paid into the ‘Interplanetary Bank of Birds'. And so we had successfully completed our first business venture. And now it was time for us all to take our annual holidays. And I'm delighted to dedicate this story to Avery Jane Gaffney who supports Storynory On Patreon. Avery thanks so much for your generosity. We know you like mysterious stories about cats - we hope this one was mysterious enough for you! Come back soon, to Storynory.com. For now, from me, Richard Scott, goodbye!