The Reluctant Dragon

One evening, long ago, a Shepherd ran home, terrified. “I saw something terrible,” he cried to his wife and son. “It’s as big as four horses. It has long, sharp claws, a long pointy tail, and shiny blue scales all over its body.” His son looked up from his book. “That sounds like a dragon,”…

The Stone Cutter

The Stone Cutter From Stories to Read or Tell From Fairy Tales And Folklore Edited by Laure Claire Foucher Once upon a time, there lived a stone-cutter, who went every day to a great rock in the side of a big mountain and cut out slabs for gravestones or for houses. He understood very well…

Dragon Train

Dragon Train by Philip Hawthorne From The Usborne Book of Bedtime Stories Once there was a town called Wibblington. Next to this town was a mountain, and on this mountain lived a friendly dragon called Frazzelnose, who loved steam trains. It might have been because they puffed out smoke rather like he did; or because…

Little Red Hen

Little Red Hen Author Unknown Edited by A.Reilly Little Red Hen lived in a barnyard. She spent almost all of her time walking about the barnyard in her picketty-pecketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms. She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as…

October Tale

October Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales “That feels good,” I said, and I stretched my neck to get out the last of the cramp. It didn’t just feel good, it felt great, actually. I’d been squashed up inside that lamp for so long. You start to think that nobody’s ever going…

May Tale

May Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales In May I received an anonymous Mother’s Day card. This puzzled me. I would have noticed if I had ever had children, surely? In June I found a notice saying “Normal Service will be Resumed as Soon as Possible” taped to my bathroom mirror, along…

June Tale

June Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales My parents disagree. It’s what they do. They do more than disagree. They argue. About everything. I’m still not sure that I understand how they ever stopped arguing about things long enough to get married, let alone to have me and my sister. My mum…

July Tale

July Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales The day that my wife walked out on me, saying she needed to be alone and to have some time to think things over, on the first of July, when the sun beat down on the lake in the centre of the town, when the…