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📹 Too Much Glue(Read Aloud) | Storytime by Jason Lifebvre
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📌step 1: print the sheet
📌step 2: write the sport under each picture using the list behind.
📌step 3: check your answers by translating each word into your mother tongue.
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📌step 1: print the sheet
📌step 2: write the sport under each picture using the list behind.
📌step 3: check your answers by translating each word into your mother tongue.
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THE WIND AND THE SUN
Once the Wind and the Sun had an argument. “I am stronger than you,” said the Wind. “No,
you are not,” said the Sun. Just at that moment they saw a traveler walking across the road.
He was wrapped in a shawl. The Sun and the Wind agreed that whoever could separate the
traveller from his shawl was stronger.
The Wind took the first turn. He blew with all his might to tear the traveller’s shawl from his
shoulders. But the harder he blew, the tighter the traveller gripped the shawl to his body.
The struggle went on till the Wind’s turn was over.
Now it was the Sun’s turn. The Sun smiled warmly. The traveller felt the warmth of the
smiling Sun. Soon he let the shawl fall open. The Sun’s smile grew warmer and warmer...
hotter and hotter. Now the traveller no longer needed his shawl. He took it off and dropped
it on the ground. The Sun was declared stronger than the Wind.
Moral: Brute force can’t achieve what a gentle smile can.
Once the Wind and the Sun had an argument. “I am stronger than you,” said the Wind. “No,
you are not,” said the Sun. Just at that moment they saw a traveler walking across the road.
He was wrapped in a shawl. The Sun and the Wind agreed that whoever could separate the
traveller from his shawl was stronger.
The Wind took the first turn. He blew with all his might to tear the traveller’s shawl from his
shoulders. But the harder he blew, the tighter the traveller gripped the shawl to his body.
The struggle went on till the Wind’s turn was over.
Now it was the Sun’s turn. The Sun smiled warmly. The traveller felt the warmth of the
smiling Sun. Soon he let the shawl fall open. The Sun’s smile grew warmer and warmer...
hotter and hotter. Now the traveller no longer needed his shawl. He took it off and dropped
it on the ground. The Sun was declared stronger than the Wind.
Moral: Brute force can’t achieve what a gentle smile can.
THE WHITE ROSE
In a garden filled with bushes, out from between a load of grass and weeds, there appeared,
as if from nowhere, a white rose. It was as white as driven snow, its petals looked like
velvet, and the morning dew shone from its leaves like resplendent crystals. The flower
couldn’t see herself, so she had no idea how pretty she was. And so it was that she spent
the few days of her life, until wilting set on, without knowing that all around her were
amazed by her and her perfection: her perfume, the softness of her petals, her elegance.
She didn’t realise that everyone who saw her spoke well of her. The weeds that surrounded
her were fascinated by her beauty, and lived in a state of enchantment at her aroma and
appearance.
One hot, sunny day, a girl was strolling through the garden, thinking about how many lovely
things Mother Nature has given us, when she suddenly saw a white rose in a forgotten part
of the garden. The rose was beginning to fade and wilt.
-“It’s days since it rained,”
she thought,
-“if the rose stays here till tomorrow it'll be totally withered. I’ll take it home and put it in
the lovely vase I got as a present.”
And so she did. With all her love she put the wilting white rose in water, inside a lovely
colourful glass vase, and placed it by the window.
-"I'll put it here,"
she thought,
-"so the flower can get some sun."
What the young girl didn’t realise was that the reflection from the window meant that, for
the first time, the rose got to see herself and what she looked like.
-“Is that me?”
thought the rose. Little by little her drooping leaves began to rise, once again stretching up
towards the sun, and, gradually, the rose recovered her former appearance. When she was totally back to her best she looked at her reflection and saw that she was indeed a beautiful
flower. She thought
-"Wow! Till now I hadn’t realised who I was, how could I have been so blind?”
The rose came to realise she had spent her days without appreciating her beauty, unable to
see herself, unable to know who she really was.
If you really want to know who you are, forget everything that’s around you, and just look
into your heart.
In a garden filled with bushes, out from between a load of grass and weeds, there appeared,
as if from nowhere, a white rose. It was as white as driven snow, its petals looked like
velvet, and the morning dew shone from its leaves like resplendent crystals. The flower
couldn’t see herself, so she had no idea how pretty she was. And so it was that she spent
the few days of her life, until wilting set on, without knowing that all around her were
amazed by her and her perfection: her perfume, the softness of her petals, her elegance.
She didn’t realise that everyone who saw her spoke well of her. The weeds that surrounded
her were fascinated by her beauty, and lived in a state of enchantment at her aroma and
appearance.
One hot, sunny day, a girl was strolling through the garden, thinking about how many lovely
things Mother Nature has given us, when she suddenly saw a white rose in a forgotten part
of the garden. The rose was beginning to fade and wilt.
-“It’s days since it rained,”
she thought,
-“if the rose stays here till tomorrow it'll be totally withered. I’ll take it home and put it in
the lovely vase I got as a present.”
And so she did. With all her love she put the wilting white rose in water, inside a lovely
colourful glass vase, and placed it by the window.
-"I'll put it here,"
she thought,
-"so the flower can get some sun."
What the young girl didn’t realise was that the reflection from the window meant that, for
the first time, the rose got to see herself and what she looked like.
-“Is that me?”
thought the rose. Little by little her drooping leaves began to rise, once again stretching up
towards the sun, and, gradually, the rose recovered her former appearance. When she was totally back to her best she looked at her reflection and saw that she was indeed a beautiful
flower. She thought
-"Wow! Till now I hadn’t realised who I was, how could I have been so blind?”
The rose came to realise she had spent her days without appreciating her beauty, unable to
see herself, unable to know who she really was.
If you really want to know who you are, forget everything that’s around you, and just look
into your heart.
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📹 Six Little Ghosts | Halloween Song for Kids | Super Simple Learning
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Six Little Ghosts | Halloween Song for Kids | Super Simple Learning
Lyrics: Six little ghosts that I once knew.
Friendly ones, spooky ones, silly ones, too.
But the one little ghost was the leader of the crew.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Out in the dark sky they would fly.
Dancing and playing all through the night.
But the one little ghost was the leader of the crew.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Back at the haunted house they would giggle.
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
But the one little ghost was the leader of the crew.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
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Lyrics: Six little ghosts that I once knew.
Friendly ones, spooky ones, silly ones, too.
But the one little ghost was the leader of the crew.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Out in the dark sky they would fly.
Dancing and playing all through the night.
But the one little ghost was the leader of the crew.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Back at the haunted house they would giggle.
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
But the one little ghost was the leader of the crew.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Boo, boo, boo.
She led the others with a boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Woo-oo.
Boo, boo, boo.
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