Panda bedtime story
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Little Panda lived with his family in a huge forest, high in the mountains of China. His mother told him, “Little Panda, you may go as far as those three big pine trees, but no further. I don’t want you to get lost.”
Little Panda did not want to get lost, so he tried to do as his mother told him. But one day, while he was playing in the forest, it began to snow. The snow grew so heavy so quickly that Little Panda didn’t even notice when he went the wrong way and walked right by the three pine trees and out into deep, dark forest.
The snow fell faster, and soon Little Panda realized that he was indeed lost. He was also getting cold and scared. Just then, he saw the entrance to a cave through the snow. Little Panda hurried into the cave and curled up inside. He said to himself, “When the storm is over, maybe I’ll be able to find my way back home.”
Little Panda was very tired and quickly fell asleep. But soon he was awakened by a strange noise coming from deep within the cave.
“Ping! Ding ding ping!”
LIttle Panda was curious and he headed towards the back of the cave to investigate. As he went deeper into the cave, the noise grew louder.
“Ping! Ping! Ding ding PING DING!”
Soon, Little Panda noticed that it was getting lighter, not darker, the further into the cave he went. He saw a strange glow coming from a crevice in the wall. He peeked through the crevice and was amazed by what he saw.
There was an enormous cavern covered with blue, red, and white glowing crystals. Strange little people wearing pointy hats climbed over the walls and ceilings, breaking off the crystals with tiny metal hammers. “Ding! Ding! Ping ping!”
Little Panda was so surprised, he forgot to be afraid. He pushed through the crevice and into the cavern. Suddenly, all the little people stopped their work and turned to look at him.
“Who are you?” asked one.
“How did you come here?” asked another.
“I’m Little Panda,” said Little Panda. “I got lost in the snowstorm. I found this cave and came inside because I’m tired and cold and I don’t know where I am and I miss my mommy!” He began to cry.
“There, there,” said one of the little people. He set his hammer down and gave Little Panda a hug. “It’s going to be all right. You are lucky that you found us. We are the gnomes who mine the magic crystals for the monks in the monastery on top of the mountain.”
“What?” said Little Panda. “I don’t understand.”
So the gnome explained, “Many travelers climb this mountain to visit the monks. By the time they arrive, they are tired and cold. Their feet are sore and their legs weary from climbing, and they have a long journey home. So the monks use these crystals to help the travelers.”
The gnome picked up three crystals from the neat piles on the cavern floor and held them out to Little Panda.
He said,
“The red crystal will keep you warm, no matter how cold it gets.
The blue crystal will give you strength, no matter how far you walk.
And the white crystal will show you the way home, no matter how far you travel.”
The kindly gnome threaded the three crystals on to a piece of string and tied the string around Little Panda’s neck.
“Now you will be able to find your way home, Little Panda,” he said.
“Oh thank you, thank you!” said Little Panda. He hugged the kindly gnome and waved goodbye to all the others. “Farewell! Safe travels!” they said.
Little Panda walked back to the cave entrance. He no longer felt quite so tired and cold. It was still snowing outside, but the white crystal sent out a beam of light that cut through the storm. Little Panda followed the direction the light was pointing.
After he walked and walked for what seemed like forever, the crystal’s light shone on three big pine trees just ahead. Little Panda began to run. He was home!
His mommy and daddy were waiting for him, and they were so glad to see him.
His mother cuddled him close. “Oh Little Panda,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re alright!”
“Where have you been?” asked his daddy. “We were so worried!”
“I got lost in the snowstorm,” said Little Panda. “And I found a cave and there were gnomes in it and they gave me these crystals to help me get home and I was so scared and I’m so happy to be home and I don’t ever want to get lost again!”
Little Panda lived happily in the forest with his family for a long time. And when the weather was bad, he made extra sure not to go past the three big trees. But he kept the crystals hidden in the roots there, just in case.
Children's Stories - The Pandas Find a New Home
Deep in the bamboo forests of China
lived two pandas, Yong-Hu and Ho-Shing. Yong-Hu was rather plump, had
black ears, legs and arms, and two large black patches around his golden
eyes. Ho-Shing looked much the same but wasnt as chubby as Yong-Hu.
Yong-Hu
spent most of his days sitting among the bamboo eating. Ho-Shing, though
he too liked to eat, was more of a daydreamer. Hed watch the clouds for
hours as they floated lazily across the sky. He enjoyed looking at the
flowers. Nothing pleased him more than to be able to sniff them and inhale
their fragrance. Tall mountains stood proudly around the bamboo forest.
They seemed to be reaching for the sky. Ho-Shing wondered what was at the
top of them.
"Ho-Shing, are you going to eat or not?" Yong-Hu interrupted. He looked down from the top of the bamboo. "Ho-Shing, are you listening to me or are you daydreaming again?"
Ho-Shing heard Yong-Hu calling his name and looked up. "I was thinking about the mountains. I wonder what is at the top of them?"
"Youre not thinking about climbing
up there, are you? Theres probably snow falling," Yong-Hu said.
"There may be snow but there also might be some fresh, young bamboo forests up on the top. Wouldnt you like to go and see if there is?" Ho-Shing asked.
Yong-Hu thought for a while. "Youre right. Some young, tender bamboo shoots sound rather delicious. Ill come with you," he answered. Ho-Shing felt happy. He was very curious about the mountain. If there was snow, the pandas would stay warm. They were covered with thick black and white fur, and Yong-Hu had some extra padding of fat on his bulging tummy. Yong-Hu climbed down from the bamboo tree and joined Ho-Shing. They stood silently, gazing at the mountaintops. "You dont think there are any tigers or leopards up there, do you?" he asked his friend.
"I dont think so. Well be careful.
Just keep thinking bamboo, bamboo, bamboo," Ho-Shin said, smiling at Yong-Hu.
"Bamboo? Theres plenty of it here, but, I dont want you to go alone, so off we go," Yong-Hu said.
The two pandas headed along the dirt trail that winded up the mountainside. Ho-Shing noticed clouds swirling around the mountaintop. He hoped that it wouldnt rain. Because he was rather plump, Yong-Hu was soon huffing and puffing. The higher they climbed up the steep trail, the more difficult it was for him. "Ho-Shing, I dont think I can do this much longer. Its hard for me and very steep. Can we walk slower?" Yong-Hu asked.
Ho-Shing didnt mind. They would
walk slower. He was happy looking at the trees, flowers, birds,
butterflies and dragonflies. Panda bears walk on four legs, not two, like
some other bears. "Look at the beautiful bird," said Ho-Shing. "Its a
yellow-bellied tragopan.
"
"A yellow-bellied what?" asked Yong-Hu.
"Tragopan. They are very rare and found nowhere except China. We are indeed fortunate to have seen one," Ho-Shing said.
"Are we going to stop and look at every bird we see?" asked Yong-Hu impatiently.
"We live in a beautiful country, Yong-Hu. We should enjoy everything around us," Ho-Shing said.
"All I want to enjoy is the bamboo. Lets hurry," Yong-Hu suggested.
They climbed up the trail, stopping
now and then to admire a rare flower and to rest. A wide, but shallow
stream flowed through the mountains. When Ho-Shing and Yong-Hu came to it,
they stopped. "How do you think were going to get across that?" Yong-Hu
asked. Not waiting for an answer, he drank some of the cold clear water.
"Well have to walk across it," Ho-Shing said.
"But its cold water. Our paws and legs will get soaking. Look into the sky, Ho-Shing. The sun is lowering. It will be dark soon and I dont want to be wet. If those clouds bring rain or snow, we will be very uncomfortable and I will be very unhappy," Yong-Hu said.
"Then we shall stay here for the night. Look, over there," Ho-Shing pointed. "There is some bamboo. Its thin and short, but we can eat it. Well just have to sleep on the ground, under some ferns." He walked towards the bamboo. "Come, Yong-Hu."
"These bamboo shoots and leaves
arent too bad," said Yong-Hu. "In fact, they are delicious. I wonder if
the bamboo on top of the mountain will taste this good." He filled his
mouth with food.
Ho-Shing ate, trying to keep his strength up. It was still a long climb up to the top of the mountain. He could see the peak from where they stood. "What is up there?" he asked. Yong-Hu ignored him and kept eating.
After theyd filled up on bamboo, they lay down in the ferns and pulled some over them for covering. No sooner had they done this than it began to rain. "Oh no," complained Yong-Hu. "I knew it would rain. I knew it would. Now well get soaking. We might as well have crossed the stream."
Ho-Shing didnt reply. He heard something moving on the other side of the stream. "Be quiet," he urged Yong-Hu. "There is something moving around over there," he said, pointing.
"What is it?" Yong-Hu whispered. "Is it a tiger? Is it a leopard? Oh no!"
"Yong-Hu! Silence!" Ho-Shing
demanded.
Just then a shadow appeared. Yong-Hu started to shake and whimper. "Its a tiger," he softly whispered. "Its going to eat us. Oh no!"
Ho-Shing watched the striped animal as it walked up and down the banks of the stream. The pandas could hear it growling and snarling. It wanted to cross the stream but all the rain that had fallen, had made it more of a river than a stream. "It wont cross. We are safe," Ho-Shing said quietly to Yong-Hu.
Yong-Hu, who had buried his head under the fern leaves, peeked out. He saw the large tiger walking back into the trees. "Its gone," he said, relieved at those words.
"We had better sleep now. Cover yourself from the rain as much as you can," Ho-Shing said and lay down.
The night passed uneventful after that.
Yong-Hu snored all night but Ho-Shing
was too tired to care. When the sun rose over the top of the mountain, the
pandas woke up. "Lets eat," Yong-Hu said, sitting up and grabbing another
bamboo cane. He bent it over to his mouth.
As he ripped the tender leaves off, Ho-Shing stood up and looked at the top of the mountain. The sun was out, there were no clouds and he could see the trees and rocks at the peak. "Lets go," he said to Yong-Hu. They both grabbed a few leaves to eat on the way and went to the stream. The rain had stopped and it was back down to a calm level. "The tiger wont bother us during the daylight," Ho-Shing assured his friend.
They crossed through the water. It
was still cold and their legs and paws got wet, but when they reached the
other side, Yong-Hu decided that it wasnt that bad to be a little wet.
Soon the sun would feel hot to them. As they walked along the trail, going
upwards the whole way, they saw other animals. A few mountain goats
clamored over the rock piles. They saw many different birds, mice,
rabbits, and even a few large bats.
At last they reached the top. Yong-Hu could hardly breathe. He lay down and rested, huffing and puffing loudly. Ho-Shing walked to the rock that jutted out of the top. He climbed up and stood silently. Before him lay the valley. He could see for hundreds of miles. He saw the river meandering on its way to the sea. He saw orchards and farms. The city looked like a small white dot among a green sea. "Yong-Hu, you must come and see this."
"Do I have to?" Yong-Hu asked.
"Yes. It is worth the walk," Ho-Shing
assured him.
Yong-Hu slowly got up. He climbed to the top of the rock. He looked down at the valley. "It is quite pretty down there, but where is the bamboo forest you told me about?" he asked.
Ho-Shing looked about. Not far from where the trail ended was a bamboo forest. "There it is," he pointed. "There is your bamboo forest."
"Enough of the view. I want food," Yong-Hu said and climbed down from the rock. He ran over to the bamboo canes and started eating.
Ho-Shing stayed where he was. An eagle flew past him, soaring through the air with grace and beauty. "Yong-Hu?" he called.
Yong-Hu had his mouth full but answered, "Here."
"Yong-Hu, why dont we stay up here
for a while. There is a cave that we can sleep in when it snows or rains.
The cold air feels good. There is plenty of bamboo for us to eat and there
are no tigers. The best thing is that every day we can see the beautiful
valley," Ho-Shing said.
"Okay," replied Yong-Hu. He didnt care. He was happy anywhere, as long as there was food. So Yong-Hu and Ho-Shing made their home at the top of the mountain for a while and loved every minute of it, even when it snowed.
Tale of Panda | Children about animals
There once lived a bear cub Pandochka. She climbed trees, because it is common to all Pandas. But she was small and climbed badly, so she climbed a tree and sat on it for a long time. Sometimes, Panda fell and hit hard, and sometimes fell along with the tree. Then she could not climb a tree for a long time, one had too high branches, other Pandas or squirrels were already sitting on some, it doesn’t matter, the important thing is that somehow Pandochka met a big bear - Grizzly, a terrible lover of honey, and therefore excellent climbing trees.
And the bear taught Panda how to climb trees easier and more efficiently. The panda, in joy, began to climb one tree, then another. Some had delicious young leaves, others were perfect for relaxing, and thirdly, it was convenient to hide from heavy tropical downpours.
But all the trees were somehow not the same, unsuitable, Panda fell from some, tasty leaves quickly ended on others, and still others seemed so convenient and attractive only from the ground. And somehow Panda saw a tree that immediately attracted her attention with the ideal shape of the crown, tight fleshy leaves, so appetizing in appearance and a lot of forks in which it is so convenient to relax. The panda immediately climbed this tree and settled comfortably there. She decided not to leave him anywhere, and so Pandochka began to live on this tree. After some time, she felt that the tree had a very rough bark, which painfully injured the delicate pink pads on its paws. For a while, Panda still lived as before, she tried to move carefully so that her paws would not hurt.
But once, she stepped on a very sharp branch, fell off and hit the ground painfully.
On the ground it was uncomfortable and scary, there was a cold fog that enveloped in icy embrace and threatened to freeze to death. The panda jumped up and ran away from the fog. She ran up to some tree that had fallen on the road, and tightly clasping it with her wounded paws, sat down at the very top. She sat for a long time, unable to calm her pounding heart. After some time, Panda got hungry, and the tree turned out to have very tasty leaves. In addition, the branches of the tree were so comfortable around that Panda began to think that this tree was created just for her. She lived for a long time in comfort and coziness, well-fed and contented.
One day, Panda felt that the leaves of the tree no longer seem so tasty, and the branches are simply annoying with their convenience. And then she got down and went for a walk. In search of delicious food, Panda climbed different trees, but they were all somehow insipid, or bitter, or something else, but still not like that .
.. However, she knew for sure that there is a very specific tree whose leaves are fantastic delicious. When she got tired of wandering around the neighborhood (it’s good that there was no fog nearby), Panda easily found that very “own” tree, habitually climbed to the very top, and sat down there, swaying in a light wind, and chewing her favorite leaves ... And she felt very good.
And the tree was waiting for its Panda, and did not let anyone feast on the leaves from its crown. When the bear cub climbed onto the branches, played enough, had enough, and rumbling heartily, dozed off in the highest fork, the tree gently stroked it with its branch, carefully covered it from the bright sun and wind. It was also happy..
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A Koala and a Panda lived in a very warm, very bright and very beautiful Tropical Forest.
They lived so-so and lived, not even suspecting the existence of each other, they were so different.
The koala woke up on his branch when the mischievous rays of the tropical sun began to tickle his little black velvet nose too insistently. The well-groomed animal stretched coyly, rubbed its sleepy eyes with a paw with black pads, and continued to luxuriate, looking through long eyelashes at how the day began.
The industrious Panda got up long before sunrise. It's not that the black and white bear didn't like to sleep, but how!, but life in the Rainforest meant so many worries! It was necessary to drag twigs so that the floor in the palm-leaf dwelling was soft and the house smelled deliciously of tropical violets, to see if the roof was leaking, to check if the carefully built hives were in order for the big blue bees, who thanked Pandu for taking care of them tenderly. -blue honey, on the surface of which, if it was left for a long time, dark blue sugar crystals appeared.
True, honey rarely stagnated, because, having finished the morning business, Panda brewed tea from lemon mint and waited for friends to visit - an awkward Giraffe with huge burdock ears, an agile Monkey and a snow-white handsome Stork. Together they drank tea and talked about how the morning began in the Rainforest.
Waking up, Koala reached for a delicious green leaf and began to chew it slowly. The movement of the velvet paw of the beast woke up a flock of butterflies, which rose into the sky like a multi-colored canvas. Having circled such a colorful rainbow, the butterflies sank near the Koala. They were old friends with him: they told him about what was happening around, and he composed fairy tales for them about outlandish forests, where the sun is very gentle and does not leave at night, and instead of trees, huge flowers grow, on which you can sleep, hiding in them. beautiful soft petals. Butterflies really liked these fairy tales, from them their wings came to an enthusiastic thrill and a multi-colored carpet on a branch turned into a real rainbow sea.
One day, after lemon tea, when the sun had already risen very high in the Rainforest and Panda decided to take a nap, a ripe mango fell on the palm roof of his house. At another time, he would have been delighted with such a gift - he was afraid of heights and never climbed trees, and he loved mangoes very much. This bear was generally a terrible sweet tooth. But this time, the unlucky fruit touched the palm leaves of the roof, and Panda became unbearably hot in his black and white fur coat. So he crawled out of the house and looked up, to where, according to his assumptions, the delicacy had fallen.
And from surprise he sat down on his hind legs: two huge eyes framed by fluffy long eyelashes looked straight at him from a branch. The beast above was obviously no less surprised and, moreover, upset: now Panda guessed why the mango, which usually had to be knocked down with a long reed stick, fell into its paws by itself.
For some time the gray and black-and-white bears looked at each other without moving.
And then Koala smiled. With her most beautiful smile. And how beautiful she was! It seemed to the panda that the world around bloomed with bright outlandish colors and music sounded around, even more beautiful than the one you hear at dawn, when all the birds of the Rainforest sing.
Panda smiled awkwardly and a little embarrassedly in response. And he handed Koala a sprig of bamboo, his favorite delicacy. All bears know that there is nothing in the world tastier than bamboo branches. All except those that live in trees.
Koala has never seen bamboo before. But he liked the soft green twig very much. After looking at it for a while, he carefully took it, so that later he carefully put it in a crevice on the bark of a tree - and it turned out very beautiful, almost like a flower. Satisfied with the induced beauty, the gray animal once again smiled at Panda and waved its paw with black pads affably.
So they became friends. Now every morning Panda, having dragged fresh tropical violets into the house, quietly, so as not to wake the Koala, left an armful at the foot of his tree.
