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My name is Sari. I want to tell you about a problem I face every day. Perhaps you have passed through it and can help me with advice. I have an unusual imagination that helps me spend fun time imagining wherever I go and see myself as a wooden cart on the ground in the garden. I see myself as a sole driver looking at a pond full of treasures while donkeys and donkeys surround me. And sometimes when I’m completely bored, I start imagining my wooden chair in the yard as if it were a carriage and I’m driving a fast car in the race with my colleagues in the yard. And when I go out to play with my paper airplanes in the home garden, I start imagining I’m a pilot riding a fast jet in a war with space enemies. ...

It is told that there was a small cat named Katakoto. He lived in a small house with his mother and his family. One day, after the family gathered around the dining table, and after they had their favorite meal, Katakoto the cat went to the water tap to wash his hands. So Katakoto the cat opened the water tap, washed his hands and face, then closed the water tap without tightening it. Katakoto the cat looked at the water tap, and a few drops of water had dripped from it, drop by drop. Katakoto the cat didn’t close the water tap well, then said to himself: What do simple water drops do? Nothing. I won’t close the tap. ...

In the middle of winter, the season of storing and hiding, the sound of thunder was frightening hearts, and rain was pouring on all paths. Our friend Nakkar the Wood was facing one of the problems. He said: Oh God, what is this cold weather. I need help from Teacher Thalou before my roof collapses. Teacher Thalou was reading his book when the master Nakkar Wood reached him. No one would come at this time except someone with a problem. Thalou said to him: What brought you in this cold weather? Then he said to him: Please enter quickly. Nakkar Wood said to him: I know the time is late and the weather is cold. My problem might disturb you. Thalou said to him: Don’t worry, and rest a little. Tell me what your problem is. Nakkar Wood said: The roof has spoiled from winter again. I tried many times repeatedly to fix it but to no avail. ...

Juanito was one of many children who lived in a very quiet town, where one could feel peace and joy in any place in its streets. However, Juanito wasn’t like his other companions. He was a gentle child and had many friends. He loved drawing and dancing. He also went to sleep early and used hot water while bathing. Juanito was a normal child except for one thing: he was a liar. Every morning he would wake up, and after bathing, he would go to have breakfast. His mother would prepare fried eggs for breakfast every day, but he didn’t like it and didn’t tell his mother that. Instead, he would give it to his dog Max whenever no one was present. When his mother asked him about the food, he would tell her that he had eaten it all and that it was good. ...

One day, while the teacher Thalou was enjoying his morning meal and reading newspapers, his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling at this early hour. He answered happily. The caller said happily: Hello, Teacher Thalou. I am King Sabaa. He said: Welcome, my lord. How are you today? He replied: I have a big problem. Teacher Thalou asked: What is that? I have a piano. I tried to fix it myself, but its voice became strange. Have you come to examine it? ...

A father had a son who was very important and loved the story, and he intended to work for many hours very much to the degree that he was working all the time of the week holiday. On Sunday, the father woke up at an early time. And when he heard the sound of his door knocking early to go to his office, he jumped the father to ask him some questions: ...

The wife had just started the trouble of the week, and she was planning to organize all the house works as she liked to rest for a long time, and the heat was severe to the point that it made the children not rest with comfort despite the repeated precautions, and on the twins were Juan and Jose, and they were the two smallest children in the house that they would gather their playthings in their place. ...

For a long time before the people owned the earth and cultivated it, until many things had a name. There was a place dark under the guard of the fairy of the bees, where this fairy was kind and sweet, and all of her dependents were ready to serve her. At one time from the times there were some evil creatures that were threatening the bees and the forests around them. During the care of the fairy full of thoughts and crossing the fields and the harvests and crops, they were flocking to her to search for the stone of the philosopher’s stone, where this stone was the most hope in obtaining it. ...

The story of Qari al-Qulub is a story from the wonders of international children’s stories, collected and formulated by Toshio Ozawa. It is a story from old Japanese stories, or more precisely, it is Japanese folklore from past times, which is taught to Japanese children until the end of the elementary stage. The story is told as follows: An Old Man in the Cave: Once upon a time in ancient days, in ages of old times, there was an old man living in a cave at the highest of the mountains. That man used to cut wood and make from it statues and paintings. One night from the nights of the true autumn, he lit the fire in the stove, saying to himself: I will make this night food from the chestnuts. ...

A student passed by one of the ladies, while she was crying. So he asked her about the reason for her crying. She said: The teacher ordered us to memorize a great speech, and whoever memorizes it and brings it to me by a great sign will obtain a great reward. But I am weak in memorizing, and I fear that the sign will go to others, with my strong desire to obtain it. ...