The Elephant’s Child

The Elephant’s Child by Rudyard Kipling From Just So Stories IN the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn’t pick up things with it. But there…

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…

April Tale

April Tale by Neil Gaiman From A Calendar of Tales You know you’ve been pushing the ducks too hard when they stop trusting you, and my father had been taking the ducks for everything he could since the previous summer. He’d walk down to the pond. “Hey ducks,” he’d say to the ducks. By January…