Jamila was a young girl living in a small village with her grandmother. She had two cows and was accustomed to milking her two cows daily, carrying the milk container on her head to the city to sell it, then returning to her home in the evening. The girl took care of the two cows—she would feed them and clean them. The grandmother loved Jamila, and Jamila was always dreaming of becoming richer. ...

The lion was living in a forest and was very proud of his strength, and thus he killed many animals in the forest without reason. One day, all the animals of the forest went to the lion and requested from him, saying: Oh lion, oh king of the forest, we came here to ask you a favor. There is no doubt you are our king, you are the king of the forest, but why do you kill so many of us every day without reason? And if the matter continues this way, a day will come when no animal remains alive in the forest, and then you will starve. ...

Qatuta is a beautiful white cat, and Fatuta is a beautiful black cat. Each of Fatuta and Qatuta lives in a wide farm with the mouse Farfour. Farfour is a naughty mouse who loves wheat; he pierces the wheat bags of the farmer Qasim. Qatuta and Fatuta expelled the mouse Farfour from the farm because of his bad behavior. Farmer Qasim brought the two cats eight apples—four red apples and four yellow apples. Qatuta said: I want the red apples, and Fatuta said: I want the red apples. The two cats went to the cow to judge between them. ...

The dove was building her nest on one of the garden trees, and she laid two eggs and cared for them until they became two small chicks. During the dove’s absence, a snake came and climbed the tree and swallowed them! The dove mourns her two small chicks: When the dove arrived, she was devastated by her two small chicks. She moved her nest to another tree, then laid two eggs and cared for them until they became two chicks. The snake came again by sneaking onto the tree, raided them, and swallowed them. ...

The night passed and dawn broke, and the golden red rooster crowed to announce the beginning of a new day. There in his burrow, the cunning fox awoke early to the rooster’s crowing and shook the traces of sleep from his eyes. The cunning fox wakes early: Then he looked into the distance and said: Oh, oh, oh… how beautiful it is to wake up early to the rooster’s crowing, but even more beautiful is when the rooster is on my table for my breakfast! Oh, oh, oh, the rooster’s voice is wonderful, and even more wonderful is to tear his flesh between my fangs. ...

One day, while the rooster was walking alone on the road, he met his friend the owl at sunset. He said to her: Hello, hello, how are you, dear owl? The owl said: Fine, my beautiful friend. The rooster said: Do you see this luminous disc in the sky that sends heat to the earth? The owl answered with annoyance: No, I don’t feel warmth when I see it; rather, it makes me feel cold. ...

It is told that in ancient times, in days of old, there was a dense forest full of green grass. When the morning sun rose, the animals would come out—some would frolic and play in the sunlight and enjoy the beautiful nature, while others searched for food. On one such day, two happy mice came out to enjoy and play, and what happened to them is told as follows. The two mice play and frolic in the forest with happiness: In a small spot, at the edge of that vast, sprawling forest, under the shade of one of the dense trees, the two mice began playing on the grass and jumping on rocks, with joy, playfulness, and peace of mind. ...

Knock, knock, the door knocks. Should I answer or not answer? Alright, I’ll open the door. I’m feeling bored and don’t know what to do. Who’s at the door? It’s Amal, and with her is a worm. I don’t like worms. But this isn’t just any worm. It’s a special type of worm, an extraordinary worm. Just take care of it and feed it, and you’ll love the gift. Amal placed the worm in a box with twigs and put tree leaves everywhere. The worm would eat and devour everything I put there. One morning, there was nothing in the box but paper and dirt. The worm had disappeared! I searched everywhere. I wonder if the worm is safe? ...

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. ...

The bear sat under the mulberry tree feeling tired. Then the fox passed by him and heard him speaking complaining: Cursed be it, what does she think of herself? Let her think I’m a bear, and a bear is a bear. Yes, I’m a bear, and this is… The fox stopped near him and said: It seems that the lice have been infesting your head, oh bear. The bear woke up and stood up, saying: She told me, oh my friend, that there’s no benefit from me. ...