Fish story for children

The Story Of Three Fishes For Your Kids To Read

A story that will teach children the importance of being wise and making the right decisions.

Children love listening to stories, making them an effective medium for communicating with them. Moral stories are a wonderful way to help your growing child inculcate virtues and remember them throughout their lives. The story of three fishes is one such moral story from the Panchatantra. Even if children may not fully understand the message hidden in the moral stories when they are very young but will eventually recall and rediscover as they grow older. Read on as we present the three fishes story in this post, along with a valuable moral for your little one.

The Three Fishes Story:

The story of the three fishes is an interesting and engaging one. It is also one of the popular moral tales from the Panchatantra tales.

Once upon a time, there lived three fishes in a pond. They were close friends and were living together for years, in the same pond.
One day, a fisherman passing through the way saw that the pond was filled with fishes.
He was surprised and delighted, and immediately informed his fellows about it. Together, they decided to come the next morning and catch those fishes.
One of the three fishes, who was also the wisest, heard the conversation between the fisherman and his fellows.
It immediately rushed to the other two and explained them the entire situation, and also suggested that they leave the pond immediately and move to another place.
The second fish agreed and decided to move out from the pond quickly.
The third fish, however, mocked at them. He felt that the pond was their home, and they must not leave their home.
Since the other two fishes were unable to convince the third fish, they left the pond and decided to let him follow his own course of action.
The next day, the fisherman and his fellows cast their nets and caught plenty of fishes. They also managed to catch the third fish, who had refused to leave the pond, while the other two fishes, who left earlier, were saved.

The Moral:

One of the most prominent lessons and morals one can learn from this three fishes story is the importance of wisdom.

It is important to act wisely when you foresee a problem.
This story, among many other stories from the Panchatantra, doesn’t just inspire kids but also teaches them valuable lessons of life such as wisdom, intelligence, the importance of time and many others.

Storytelling – Why Is It Important?

Your child is now growing and learning new things every day. It is during this stage of development that he or she needs to be exposed to good values and knowledge, and storytelling is a great and interactive way to do that.

Storytelling helps inculcate the habit of reading in children.
It also helps them enhance their knowledge and learn facts about animals, plants, objects and different parts of the world.
It widens their horizons and allows them to think in a broader perspective.
Storytelling also helps improve the vocabulary and allows children to learn new words.
It also helps build better thinking skills and is an activity that helps them grow both emotionally and mentally.

Best of all, most children’s stories are short and crisp, and they won’t take a lot of time from your busy schedule. So now there’s no reason to ditch that bedtime story – is there?

Every childhood narrative includes a moral lesson to inculcate values and ethics in children, and similarly, this Panchatantra’s story of the three fishes is one such moral narrative. It revolves around three fishes that were close friends and have spent many years living in the same pond. The story emphasizes the value of wisdom and how to get out of the situation without losing. Read this story to your child before bedtime or in your free time to strengthen your relationship with them while also teaching them important life lessons.

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The Talking Fish Story ~ Folktales Stories for Kids

This is the folktale of The Talking Fish. It is brought to you by Stories to Grow by. Kid-Tested, Kid-Approved Short Stories with Positive Moral Messages

Once upon a time, a worker who was very poor found some work as a fisherman's helper.He was paid a few fish a day, and this kept him and his wife alive, though barely. One day the worker caught an especially pretty little fish. As he turned it over in his hands, he thought, "Why, what a marvelous fish this is!" Suddenly the fish spoke to him, in a human voice.

"See here, brother man! Just moments ago I was playing with my friends, and I got caught in your net. Now here I am in your hands, suffering and probably dying! My parents and my playmates must be searching for me and worrying terribly about me." Now the talking fish was gasping. "Please have pity on me. Throw me back into the water!"

The worker gazed at the marvelous talking fish. Could it be true? Was it possible that a fish lives a life filled with joys and sorrows, also? He quickly threw the fish back into the water. "All right, my pretty little fish, go along and play again -- I don't want your parents and friends to worry any more about you!"

When the worker's boss, the fisherman, saw this, he became very angry.

"You fool!" he yelled to the worker. "I hired you to catch fish, not to throw them back into the water! You're a worthless fool! Begone with you - I don't ever want to see you again!"

And the poor worker walked sadly home. "What shall I tell my wife?" he wailed, dreading what would happen to them without his job.

He was walking along the road plunged in his unhappy thoughts, when suddenly he saw a Monster in human shape coming toward him. The Monster was driving a very fine cow before him.

"Good day, brother," said the Monster. "Why do you seem so sad?"

The worker told him his story.

"See here, my friend," said the Monster. "I'm going to do you a favor. Do you see this cow? I'll let you keep her for three years. She'll give you plenty of good milk every day, and you and your wife will never go hungry. But listen carefully to this condition: When three years have passed, I will come and ask certain questions of you. If you answer them correctly, the cow will be yours. But if you don't, then I'll take both of you along with the cow, and do whatever I want with you. So -- do you accept?"

The worker thought, "I suppose it's better to take the cow now than to go hungry. At least we'll be able to sell the milk and live for three years, and then we'll see what happens. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to answer those questions. " So he accepted the terms, took the cow and went home relieved and happy.

Indeed, the cow gave plenty of good milk, enough for the worker and his wife to drink and to sell, and in this way, provide the necessities of life.

In the evenings, the worker and his wife would often sit together at their door, thinking about the Monster. They tried to imagine what the answers might be. But as they had no clue what sort of questions the Monster would ask, they would always end their sessions with a sigh and go to bed with troubled hearts. Day by day, the end of the three years grew closer and closer.

One evening, a handsome youth came up to them.

"Good evening!" he said. "I am so tired, and it is getting dark. If you please, may I spend the night under your roof?"

"Of course you may, only tonight you must know that something terrible is going to happen to us! Three years ago, we took a cow from a Monster. He told us we could keep the cow for three years, but at the end of that time he could come and ask us some questions. If we answer those questions correctly, then the cow will be ours to keep, but if we can't then we will become the Monster's prisoners forever. So if you stay with us tonight, be careful that no harm comes to you!"

"I see," said the youth. "Well, if it is all right with you, I'd just as soon stay the night." And so he did.

Exactly at midnight, a loud knock was heard at the door.

"Who's there?"

"It is I, the Monster! Three years have passed. The time has come to answer my questions!"

"We'll never be able to answer them!" wailed the poor worker and his wife, clutching at each other's shoulders.

Suddenly, the youth stepped toward the door. He said to them, "Don't worry, I'll answer for you."

"I'm here, waiting!" growled the Monster outside.

"And I'm here also," calmly answered the youth behind the door.

"Very well, then," said the monster. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from the other side of the sea."

"How did you get here?"

"Riding a lame flea!"

"Then the sea must have been very small?"

"Not at all. Even an eagle couldn't fly across it!"

"Then that eagle must have been a fledgling?"

"Not at all. The shadow of his wings would cover a whole city!"

"Then the city must have been very small?"

"Not at all. A hare couldn't run from one end of it to the other."

The Monster was speechless. It didn't know what other questions to ask. He stood there silently at the door for some time, then disappeared into the darkness.

The poor worker and his wife were overjoyed. They and the youth celebrated until dawn.

When dawn was breaking, the youth said it was time for him to take his leave.

"Oh, no, we can't allow you to go!" cried the couple. "You saved our lives. Tell us what we can do to thank you." "You don't have to thank me," replied the youth. "I must be on my way." "At least tell us who you are!" begged the worker.

"If you must know," said the youth, "A kindness is never lost, even if you throw it into the water. I am that little talking fish that you threw back into the sea!"

Having said these words, he vanished.

Discussion Questions:

Question 1: Why is a kindness never lost?

Question 2: Did someone you once treated nicely ever do something nice in return for you? What happened?

Evening fish tale: yulkar — LiveJournal

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As soon as the Master was distracted for a minute, Kotofey grabbed the largest fish by the tail, deftly pulled it out of the bucket and disappeared into the closet with prey.

- Don't eat me, Kotofey, I'll be useful to you, - the fish begged.
- Oh, what are you talking about with a shrill voice? - Kotofey was surprised, but nevertheless he did not open his teeth.
- What are you doing? - like a real fish, the fish answered a question with a question.
- Because cats... Ugh! - Kotofey released the fish and spat out a piece of algae stuck in his teeth. - Because everyone knows that cats are like people, but smarter: they don’t talk uselessly, but only if something is important. But the fish...
- And I'm a magic fish! Well, in the sense - the magical Pisces.
- Well!
- And then!
- And do you fulfill wishes?
- Nuuu... It depends on what kind... For example, what kind do you have?
- Fish would... - Kotofey dreamily rolled his eyes, but immediately felt a heavy fishy look on himself, - well, sorry. Then sour cream.
- And what is sour cream?
- Why are you a miracle of the sea! He lived to gray fins, but did not see sour cream! Okay, don't be offended! - Kotofey sat down next to him and patted Fish on the shoulder (or what do they call it?) - Well, what kind - can you do it?
- Honestly? None. Pisces sighed.
- Why are you magical then?
- Because my dad was magical, and grandfather, and great-grandfather...
- Why didn't they teach you something?
- Yes, they, too, only knew how to say "Don't eat me, I'll be useful to you!" Well, a fisherman usually cast his line right away... And yours is kind of strange. ..
- Oh, mrrrr, oh, I'm dead! - the cat with laughter fell on its back and twitched its paws, - "some strange"! Mrrrr!! Haha! He's not weird, he's deaf! On both ears! Do you know what? I'm magical too! They don't call me Fairy Cat for nothing: I'm a fairy! But I don’t know how to conjure either ... - the cat sighed. But I have a book! Wait, I'll bring it.
The cat dived somewhere deep into the closet and emerged with a thick volume.
"Fulfillment of standard desires. Basic course" - read Pisces.
- Not about sour cream, I already looked for it.
Catfey carefully placed the book on the table and stroked the dark cover with golden letters with his paw.
-So-so-so, - Pisces muttered and put on glasses that appeared out of nowhere, - genies .. cats ... oh! fish of various breeds! "The most common desire addressed to fish is a request for wealth, which in the understanding of the client is identified with the appearance of a large amount of money in a minimum time. To fulfill the request, close your eyes ..." Hey! How then to read?
- Shut up, I'll read! - readily volunteered Kotofey. - "Imagine money, a bill or a coin, with the maximum degree of detail, on both sides and with all obvious and hidden signs." Have you ever seen money?
- I saw it, don't worry! Read.
- "Raise the dorsal fin, press the pectorals and make repeated circular movements with the ventral fins as if you are throwing the banknote you have presented into an imaginary pile. Continue the action for several minutes. It is convenient to use an hourglass in training sessions." Set! Cool!
Pisces fluffed up his dorsal fin, pressed his pectorals, puffed out his cheeks and twirled his pelvic fins like a fan.
- Come on, come on! Push! The sand is running out! Five! four! three! two!...
At the count of "one", a copper nickel of the 1961 model fell on the table with a clang. Pisces opened his eyes.
- What is it? - the cat looked at the "wealth" with surprise, - Where did you see such people?
- Yes, on the beach one people threw. It was a long time ago, but I remember!
- That's just it, that for a long time ... Have you seen the others?
- Did not see others. And this one doesn't work? - Pisces, just beaming, inspired by the first victory, drooped in an instant. The glasses slid down the nose, and the fins hung sadly.
- Well, well! Don't hang your nose! Hold your tail with a gun! - Kotofey encouraged his friend, - well, or what do you keep your tail with?
- He keeps himself with us, - Pisces snorted.
- Oh! Listen! "The second most common desire is a palace or a castle." Have you seen the castle?
- I saw the castle! Pisces agreed. - But only from afar.
- Well, okay! In the distance - this is it! It’s not for me to build a castle in my closet! Close your eyes "Imagine the castle in every detail, the texture of the walls, the height of the towers, etc." Introduced? "Lower the dorsal fin. With the pectoral fins, make sharp upward movements, imagining how you are building a castle stone by stone. The exercise is also performed for several minutes." Turned over the clock. Get started!
Pisces worked silently. In the silence, you could hear the rustling of the sand in the clock.
- Everything! Time is up! Let's go look!
The cat opened the closet door. A CASTLE towered over the sea in the darkness! With real towers! But what is it? As if someone with a lantern was climbing up the spire.
- What is it that glows there? - the cat shoved the blissfully smiling Fish in the side and pointed to the light.
- I don't know, - he dismissed it indifferently, - probably a servant.
- Why outside?
- Where else? Pisces didn't understand.
- Servants must be inside!
- Inside what?
- Zamka, your fish head! Castle! You don’t want to say that you have a stone block, without halls and corridors?! - Kotofey exclaimed and immediately regretted what he had said: the answer was written in sad fish eyes. - But it still worked! You really are a magical Pisces! Look, don't be upset. .. Wait, I know a place where very small people live. They probably have very small desires - you can handle it, I'm sure!
And Kotofey dragged Fish somewhere through the bushes, through a hole in the fence, through an open window... Plum! Pisces did not believe his luck: he was back in the water. The cat waved its paw and said something, but only fragments of words could be heard through the layer of water and glass. "...tomorrow morning..." took Pisces apart "..garden...garden.." What kind of garden? OK. In the morning, so in the morning. We'll figure it out tomorrow. While we sleep. But I couldn't sleep. Fish came running to get acquainted with a new tenant:
- This is where they throw food. Not God knows what, but you can eat. Here oxygen gurgles - some people like it. In the morning the children will come until they are given food, they will poke their noses into the aquarium glass and open their mouths.
Chatted almost until morning.
Pisces woke up from a knock: a boy of four years drummed on the glass with his fist.
- Woke up! Awoke! Fish-fish, say "pa-pa-pa"
- Pa-pa-pa, - Pisces readily answered
- He speaks! He speaks! Say again "pa-pa-pa"
- Pa-pa-pa, - Pisces patted his lips.
- What else?
- Pa-pa-pa, - Pisces agreed. - This is the third desire, Pisces thought, but the boy was already distracted by something else.
Then a girl came up, then another... and another... Pa-pa-pa... Pa-pa-pa...
All day Pisces opened his mouth, blowing funny bubbles. He had already lost count of desires. He was happy!
By evening the children began to disperse. Then the light went out. Pisces went to rest after a hard day's work.
After all, he thought, if fate has endowed you with magical powers, it is very important to be in the right place.

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Fishing Sokolov-Mikitov's story

The first hunting trips taught me to see and hear well, to walk silently and secretly through the forest, to eavesdrop on forest sounds and voices. Hiding behind a tree trunk, I saw how nimble hazel grouse ran across the moss hummocks, how a heavy capercaillie broke out from under my feet with noise. In a pond overgrown with sedge and water lilies, I observed duck broods, I saw small fluffy ducklings swimming and diving.
There were a lot of all kinds of fish in the pond. In the mornings, with a fishing rod in my hand, I sat on the shore, watching a small float made of goose feather. By the movement of the float, I knew which fish were biting. It was a pleasure to pull out of the water trembling golden crucians, prickly perches, thick-backed silver chubs, red-finned roaches, fat little minnows. Together with my father, we put vents on the pike. Sometimes we came across large, almost pood pikes. The father pulled the prey to the punt boat. We carefully pulled out, put into the boat a writhing strong pike, widely opening its toothy mouth. There were fat lines in the pond. In the thick underwater grass, we put wicker tops - "norota" on the line. I myself took golden heavy fish covered with mucus from the raised top, and threw the punts to the bottom. Almost every day we returned with rich booty.
I knew well all the cherished corners of the familiar mill pond, its quiet backwaters and windmills, overgrown with blooming pinkish water slurry, over which bees buzzed, transparent dragonflies flew and hung in the air. I saw a mysterious bottom, pitted with pond shells, along which the shadows of quietly swimming fish glided. A wonderful underwater world unfolded before my eyes. On the mirror surface, reflecting white high clouds, shuttle spiders ran quickly. Swimming beetles swam under the dark green leaves of algae.
On hot summer days we caught fish in the open pools with a small log. It was pleasant to waddle in the warm water, to drag wooden wet "nags" to the shore, to pull out a log covered with algae. Large and small fish thrashed and fluttered in a wide, wet trap. We dragged a skein filled with fish ashore, selected large fish, and threw a trifle into the water. An ear was cooked on a fire. Sitting in the shade of green shore foliage, they sipped it with round wooden spoons. Surprisingly tasty, fragrant, smelling of fire smoke is a simple fish soup made from fresh fish caught with your own hands.
In the summer, when flax bloomed like blue stars in the fields, we went at night to a distant river to catch crayfish. At this time, molted hungry crayfish greedily went to the bait. The frogs fried on a fire, small fishes served as a bait. We tied frogs and fish to the ends of long sticks, lowered the bait near the shore to the bottom of the river. From time to time, sitting by the fire, we walked around the placed baits, to which hungry crayfish clung. With a lantern in hand, they carefully lifted the bait, brought a small net under it and shook off the crayfish adhering to the bait into it. Night catching of crayfish was very prey. We returned home with sacks filled with live, whispering crayfish.
There were many crayfish in both the pond and the river. They caught them with their hands under the shore in deep caves, under stones at the bottom of a shallow river, which quickly ran along a stony, slippery bottom. I vividly remember how, having rolled up my trousers, I wandered along the running water and, having carefully rolled off a flat stone at the bottom, in a cloud of light turbidity that had risen, I saw a lurking tick-borne cancer. I gently move my hand, grab the black strong back of the angrily spreading cancer with my fingers, and put it in a bag.
On dark summer nights we fished for crayfish on the sandbanks in the pond. With a bunch of blazing dry birch splinter, they cautiously walked around the shallows, took with their hands on the illuminated bottom of the crayfish creeping up to the shore. This night hunting gave us great and joyful pleasure.
In late autumn, when the water in the pond becomes clear and the autumn nights are long and dark, my father sometimes took me hunting with "illumination". With spears in hand, we rode out in a punt boat.