Tinkerbell the Teacher

The Queen of all the fairies sent for Peter Pan’s little friend Tinker Bell, one day.
“In my palace there are two baby fairies who are ready to learn to fly,” said the Fairy Queen.  “Please teach them for me, Tinker Bell.”
Of course, every fairy has to do what the Fairy Queen tells them to do.
Tinker Bell though her job would be an easy one.  She held one baby fairy in each arm and flew with them to a tree.  She put the on a branch, and stood beside them.
“Flap your wings, and off you go!” said Tinker Bell, and they would not move.!
“Oh dear !” Though Tinker BELL.  “They’re frightened.  What shall I do?”
Now, the leaves were beginning to fall from the tree and as two leaves floated down past Tinker Bell, the fairy had an idea.
She picked two of the nearest leaves and she set a baby fairy on each leaf.  She gave the leaves a gentle push, and the leaves floated down towards the ground.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!’ chuckled the babies. “What a lovely ride.  Floating down though the air is very nice.”
When the babies reached the ground, Tinker Bell flew down to them.
“Yes,” she smiled, “it is nice to float through the air.  Now let’s see if you can do it without the leaves.”
Tinker Bell took the babies to a high branch once more.  Then she said :
“Off you go !”
This time, they did jump !
“Flap your wings!” called Tinker Bell.
 The baby fairies did flap their wings, and how they enjoyed themselves!
“We’re flying!” We’re flying!” they clled.  “Thank you, Tinker Bell ! Thank You !”

An Arrow in the Sky

Bambi, the baby dear, had wondered off into the forest. He loved looking at birds, insects, flowers and plants, and he had been watching them all so busily that morning that he had not noticed where he was going.  Now he knew that he had not noticed where he was going.  Now he knew that he ought to be going back to his mother, but he wasn’t sure which way to go! All the paths looked alike.
“I want my mother!” sighed poor Bambi.
Then he saw some swallows sitting on the branches of a tree.
“If they fly high up into the sky, they will be able to see which path I should take,” thought Bambi.
As nicely as he could, Bambi asked the swallows to fly up and see if they could see his home n the distance.  The swallows were eager to help, and up they flew, into the sky.  As Bambi watched, he saw some of them fly one behind the other, to from a line.  Then some of them made two little lines near the beginning of the first.
“Why, it’s an arrow!” said Bambi.  “The swallows have made an arrow to show me which way to go !”
Bambi followed the direction in which the arrow pointed until, at last, he reached his home, where his mother was waiting.  They were thrilled to see each other, and the swallows were glad to have helped.
Now, if you should look up, one day, and see swallows flying in the sky, and making an arrow shape, some folks may tell you that is the way to go to a warmer country, but it may just be that they are showing some little lost animal the way home.

Toad’s Hot Air Balloon

Mr.Toad had something new to show to his friends, Ratty and Mole.
“It’s very special indeed,” he told the puzzled pair, as he led them to Toad Hall.  “I bought it yesterday.”
As they arrived at Toad’s huge garden, Toad’s pointed to an enormous hot air balloon which lay collapsed on the grass.  It was attached to a basket.
“Toad obviously means to go traveling in a hot air balloon!” gasped Ratty, in alarm.
He  and Mole watched as several balloon enthusiasts (hired by Toad)  inflated the huge balloon.  Then Toad climbed into the basket, and told Ratty and Mole to follow him.
“Come on, you two,” insisted Toad.  “We three are going on a balloon trip.”
Ratty and Mole were rather nervous, but Toad would not let them refuse.  The balloon enthusiasts told Toad just what he had to do, and they waved good-bye.  As soon as the balloon was full of enough hot air it began rising- higher it went.  Toad switched off is special heater every now and then, so that the balloon remained where it was, hovering.  The basket below it was just level with the tops of the trees in Toad’s garden.
Ratty and Mole was very puzzled, and they were even more puzzled when Toad leaned out of the basket and began picking buckeyes from the top of very tall buckeye tree! Toad were gloves, so that he would not prick his hand.
“The best buckeyes are always at the tops of the highest trees,” said Toad.  “Now I shall have the finest collection of buckeyes for mile around.  As soon as I have enough buckeyes we’ll go down to the ground again.”
“Do you mean to say,” gasped Ratty, “that you went to all the trouble of buying an expensive hot air ballon simply so that you could pick some high-up buckeyes?”
“What a way to set about buckeye-picking!” sighed Mole and Ratty
It certainly was a surprising thing to do even for Toad!.

Wonderland Dancing

Walrus and the Carpenter wanted to  dance on the shore.
“Will you join the dance ?” the Walrus asked Alice, in a friendly way.
“No, thank you,” said Alice.  “I don’t like dancing without music.  It’s not easy to dance without music, you know.’”
“Tut! What a difficult child you are!” sighed the Walrus.
“If I sing,” the Carpenter asked Alice. “would that help?”
“No, it wouldn’t! said Alice, at once.  “You make a dreadful noise when sing. I’ve heard you. I said I wanted to dance to music-not to a dreadful noise.”
Just then the Walrus noticed Tweedledee and Tweedledee, who were coming along the beach together.
“We’ve been collecting driftwood, to use as firewood,” said Tweedledum.
He was very carrying two large logs, and Tweedledee had found two thin branches.
Now Alice knew what to do ! She told Tweedledum and Tweedledee how they could help.
“Put the hallow logs on the sand,  Tweedledum,’ said Alice. “Now,  Tweedledee-you give one of your sticks to Tweedledum.  Both of you bang hallow log with stick, and if you really think about what you are doing-you should be able to make some sort of tune for us to dance to.”
Tweedledum and Tweedledee did as Alice had told them.  It was a funny bonkity-bonk, plinkity-plonk sort of tune that they made, but it sounded better than the Carpenter’s singing Anyway, thought  Alice.
“Now we can do a bonkity-bonk, plinkity-plonk sort dance ,” said the Walrus happily.  “Come along, Carpenter and Alice.
The Carpenter and Alice joined the Walrus in his funny dance along the shore.
Well, it wasn’t the sort of dancing Alice usually did, but then everything is slightly different and strange in Wonderland, isn’t?

Mowgli’s Coconut

Mowgli had found a coconut, and he wanted to crack open the shell so that he could et the crunchy coconut inside.  He decided that the best way to do it was to hurl it through the air and hope that it would crack open as I landed on the ground.  Mowgli did hurl it, as hard as he could – WHEEEEEEEEE, it whizzed through the air!  Then- BONK, it landed somewhere.  Mowgli ran through the jungle, wondering just where his coconut had fallen.  Then he heard a gruff, cross voice :
“Are you, by any chance, looking for this?”
It was Baloo, the big bear, who is Mowgli’s friend.
“Yes, that’s my coconut,” said Mowgli.
“Then you might watch where you are throwing it next time,” sniffed Baloo, and he walked away, limping slightly.
“Poor Baloo!” sighed Mowgli  “The coconut must have landed on his foot, and now he’s upset with me.”
Suddenly there was very loud thundering noise.  It sounded to Mowgli as if all the trees in the forest were falling down ! It was really  Colonel Hathi, who was patrolling his elephants.  They came marching past Mowgli, and thundered on through the jungle..
When they had gone, Mowgli looked around for his coconut.  At last, he found it! The shell had been well and truly cracked open!
“One of the elephants must have trodden on it!”
Mowgli cheered.  “It’s been broken into pieces which are just the right size for me to eat!”
“And me!” called Baloo, who had heard Mowgli’s cheer, and come hurrying back.
Mowgli shared the pieces of coconut with the big bear, and soon they were the best of friends again.

Roquefort’s Cousin

Roquefort’s mousehole is in grand house in Paris.  The house is beautifully furnished, and every where there colourful, bright, cheerful, interesting and exciting thing for Roquefort to see.
“I’m glad my mousehole is in such a splendid place,” thought Roquefort, one morning.  “I shall go out of my hole look around the house as soon as I have finished breakfast.  There’s bound to be something new for me to look at.  How glad I am that I am not like my cousin.”
Roquefort’s cousin lives in England.  He is a church mouse, because he lives in church.
“I shouldn’t care to live in a church,” though Roquefort.  “Churches are often big, dark and draughty.  I don’t suppose he has exciting things to see.”
It was then that Roquefort decided to visit his mouse cousin.
“Perhaps I can persuade him to come to Paris,” thought Roquefort. “I must brighten up his poor dull life.”
Roquefort set off for England that very day.  He managed to get himself rides on a backs of several trucks, and he stowed away on ship.  It was several weeks after Roquefort had first left Paris that he arrived at the big church, where he knew he would find his cousin.  The mouse was thrilled to see Roquefort.
“I’m glad you’ve come today,” he said. “Today is a special day, because lots of people are going to come and decorate the church for Harvest Festival.”
The mouse explained that this was a special services in which everyone said ‘thank-you’ for the harvest.  Folk soon began arriving bringing apples, loaves of homemade bread, wheat, barley, pears, plums, nuts, berries and pots of homemade jam.  These where arranged around the altar, and the rest of the church was decorated with flowers, grasses, leaves and plants. That evening the people came back in their best clothes, and the church was filled with the sounds of organ music and hymn singing.
“I see that church mouse has in interesting life after all,” said Roquefort.
“Oh yes,” squeaked his cousins.  “At Christmas time, too, the church look beautiful, and at Easter and Mother’s Day, and there are always fresh flowers to see every week.”
Roquefort didn’t have to feel sorry for his church mouse cousin any longer!

A Very Grand Parade

Along the road come some jolly Disney folk.  Where do you think they are going?
Look- there’s Mickey Mouse, looking very smart, and Minnie too.  Pluto is beside them, and Goofy behind them.  Where do you think they can be going?
Now, here come King Lion, followed by Winnie-the- Pooh and Tiger.  There Thumper, and Chip ‘n’ Dale, the chipmunks.  Where are they all off to?
Next comes bad Captain Hook, followed by Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox.  There’s big Baloo, the bear, and funny Donald Duck.  Where are they off to, wo wonder.
After them come King Louie, Little John, Robin Hood and Prince John.  And-oh, look-horrid Cruella de Vil, and some of the little Dalmatian puppies she is always unable to capture.  Where do you think they are all going?
Why, they are going to the LORD MAYOR’S SHOW!. They are going to parade through the City of London, for all the girls and boys to see. The brand new Lord Mayor of Londan, himself, will be there, of his helpers will be there too, and grand coach.  One of his helpers will be there too, and lots of smart soldiers and sailors.  Several bands will be playing exciting music, and there will be colourful floats to see. Our Disney friends will feel very proud and happy as hundreds of children smile at them an wave.  In fact. If you listen very carefully, you are sure to hear them saying that the day of this very special parade is their most exciting day ever.