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Pim
the Coolest Penguin
ot so long ago in Antarctica, two emperor penguins became
N na]jlio\jXl]hnmi^Xebnne]ZXeei^ƇoƂҫQa]s[Xee]\abgMbgҫ

A few months after Pim was born, all the

penguin mothers and fathers had to go
iƂnim]XniƄh\^ii\ҮmiMbgqXme]^n
with the other children in the penguin
crèche. Here, Aunty Penguin sat in her
rocking chair, telling old stories and
dhbnnbh`Ƅmanism^il]p]lsih]ҫ

Ap]ls\XsҮna]sioh`mn]lmXeeao\\e]\
around Aunty to keep warm. They took
it in turns to be on the outside where the
wind was iciest. Pim always huddled by
his best friends Wilma and Colby.

One day, when Pim was on the outside

of the huddle, the wind was so strong,
bndhi[d]\na]ebnne]j]h`obhlb`aniƂabm
feet. When he got up, he felt colder than
]p]lZ]^il]ҫE]miihl]Xebm]\naXnabm
downy feathers had blown away, and his
new feathers hadn’t grown through yet!

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“Please let me in!” he cried, his b
beak She put a com orting wing around
clattering uncontrollably. Pim and led hi ugh the crowd.
Warmth seeped into his tin
A penguin shouted, “It’s not your turn.”
again, but he could hear the other
“But
But my feathers have blown aw
away,” penguins whispering and sniggering.
said Pim, shaking.
When he was safely back in the
Some of the older penguin children centre, Wilma and Colby waddled
turned around. When they saw Pim’s over and snuggled up to him.
featherless body, they began to laugh.
“Don’t listen to them,” said Wilma.
Soon everyone was straining to see
“We’ll keep you warm until your
Pim, who was slowly turning blue.
proper feathers grow through.”
Poor Pim felt so embarrassed and he
But no matter how much Wilma and
was so cold that even his tears froze.
Colby pressed against Pim, without
“What’s going on? Who’s messed up his own layer of feathers, Pim could
the huddle?” Aunty pushed her way to not stop shivering.
the outer edge and gasped when she
Aunty looked concerned. “Pim, you’ll
saw Pim. “I’ve never seen anything
have to climb onto my feet and nestle
like it! Let’s get you back in the middle
under my tummy,” she said.
before you freeze to death.”

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Pim was dismayed – that’s what
newborn baby penguins did! But he
knew he had no choice. If he didn’t
stay warm, he wouldn’t survive.
As he made himself comfortable on
Aunty’s feet, he heard one of the
older children mutter, “Big baby!”
Another said, “Big bare baby!”
Humiliated, Pim tucked his head
under his wing and let the sound
of Aunty’s stories lull him to sleep.
The next day, Pim was so worried
about being bullied, he stayed put.
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“Pim, your friends are here to see
you,” said Aunty.
But Pim hunkered down. No matter
how much Aunty tried to persuade
him to come out, he wouldn’t budge.
Pim didn’t like the cold and he didn’t
like being picked on.
At last, one evening, Aunty called,
“Please pop out, Pim! We’ve got a
special surprise for you.”
Pim couldn’t resist a surprise so he
poked his head out. Wilma and Colby
were holding a big shiny parcel with
a colourful bow on it.
He stepped outside, shivering, and “Can I have one?” asked Colby.
all the penguins – large and small –
“Can you make one for me too?” cried
waddled closer to keep him warm.
some of the older penguins.
“Open it then,” urged Aunty Penguin.
“I’m afraid not,” said Aunty. “You’d all
Pim tugged open the parcel. Inside, overheat. This is a special jumper for
he found a bright woolly jumper. special penguins only. Are you ready
to join the huddle again, Pim?”
“It’s to keep you warm until your new
feathers come through.” “Yes, please,” said Pim, suddenly very
proud to be the coolest, warmest
Pim pulled it over his head. It was the
penguin in Antarctica.
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warm and cosy all over!

“You look so cool!” said Wilma.

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Poems and Rhymes

Jingle Bells
Dashing through the snow,
In a one-horse open sleigh,
Lӆ]lna]Ƅ]e\mq]`iҮ
Laughing all the way!
Bells on bobtails ring,
Making spirits bright,
TaXn^ohbnbmnilb\]Xh\mbh`
A sleighing song tonight!

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 Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh! What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Jingle all the way!
Oh! What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

PL AY IT !
d e n b locks
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Famous Fables

The Goose that Laid

the Golden Eggs
ne day, a poor man and his wife were walking along the river
when something caught their eye. It was a golden egg!

The egg was small and smooth and perfectly shiny – and it was sitting in the
nest of a large white goose.

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]``Xh\^]enaiqa]XpsbnqXmҮna]sdh]qbnqXmmieb\`ie\ҫӂI]nӆmnXd]nabm`iim]
aig]qbnaomҮӃmXb\na]gXhҫӂM]laXjmbnqbeeeXsgil]`ie\]h]``mҫӃ

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ionXh\mie\na]]``ҫQa]snl]Xn]\na]gm]ep]mniXƄh]\bhh]lXh\h]q[eina]mҫ

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Ta]hna]sqid]na]h]rn\XsҮna]sq]l]\]eb`an]\niƄh\Xhina]l`ie\]h]``
waiting for them. “How lucky!” cried the woman. “What shall we buy today?”

LƂna]sq]hnqbnana]`ie\]h]``Xh\nabmnbg]na]sZio`anXZb`Zl]Xd^XmnXh\
an even bigger lunch, then they spent the rest of the money on new furniture.

Every day after that the goose laid a golden egg for the couple – and, every
day, they went out and sold the egg, spending the money on exciting new things.
They bought lunches and dinners and threw grand parties. But the more money
they had, the more they wanted.

ӂFӆ\ebd]Xebgiombh]Xh\X[aXoƂ]olni\lbp]omXlioh\ҮӃmXb\na]gXhҫ

“What about a private jet?” said the woman. “It would be so much quicker! We
[ioe\ƇsniXnlijb[XebmeXh\Xh\aXp]Xaieb\Xsna]l]ҫӃ
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 “We could buy a tropical island!” cried
the man. “If only the goose would lay
more than one egg a day. If only it
were a bit quicker.”
They tried everything they could to
make the goose lay more eggs. They
fed it caviar from silver spoons. They
bought it a new bed made from silk.
They stroked it and fussed over it and
even gave it a crown. But the goose
carried on laying just one golden
egg a day for them.
Answer: There are 5 golden eggs.
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In the end the man and his wife were
so frustrated, they started to threaten
the goose. “We won’t feed you if you
don’t lay more eggs,” they said. They
took away its bed and its crown and
they were mean to it. But it made no
\bƂ]l]h[]ӕna]`iim][Xllb]\ih
laying one golden egg a day.
Then the man had an idea. “I know!
If the goose can lay golden eggs for
us, it must be pure gold on the inside.
Look at how big and fat it is. Imagine woman were expecting. “Will you be
how much gold is in there. We should roasting your goose?” he asked. “It
take the goose to the butcher. Then qXmXƄh]jeogjZbl\mibnqbeegXd]
we’ll have all the gold we need.” a hearty meal for you.”

So that’s what they did. But when
the butcher heard why they wanted
to kill the magic bird, he thought they
were fools. He took the goose round
the back of his shop and let it go. It
ƇXjj]\bnmqbh`mXh\Ƈ]qXqXsҫ
A few minutes later, the butcher came
out carrying a big bag of meat instead
of the handfuls of gold the man and
The man and his wife looked at the
butcher in dismay. Thanks to their
greed, they had lost their most
precious possession – and
they were never again
blessed with such
good luck.

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Around the World Tales

TheLittle Girl
and Father Frost
nce in Bulgaria, the winter witch decided to banish the sun and
make winter last forever. She put old Father Frost to sleep so
he couldn’t stop her and she covered the earth with snow.

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nohh]ena]blqXsionҫFhih]pbeeX`]ҮX`lioji^h]b`aZiolm\][b\]\niXmd
BXna]lBlimn^ila]ejҫEiq]p]lҮa]ebp]\bhXhb[sjXeX[]ihXgiohnXbhj]Xd
Xh\hiZi\s\Xl]\oh\]lnXd]mo[aX\Xh`]liomgbmmbihҫ

=neXmnҮXebnne]`ble[Xee]\Vil\XhdXpieohn]]l]\ni`iҫӂF^mig]ih]qbee[Xl]
^ilgs`lXh\^Xna]lqa]hFXg`ih]ҮFqbee\ibnұӃ

ӂVio[XhӆnұӃ[lb]\a]l`lXh\^Xna]lҫӂVioӆl]niimgXee^ilmo[aXciolh]sҫӃ

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The neighbours agreed. “And you Vil\XhdXqXp]\`ii\Zs]Xh\m]niƂ
don’t own a warm coat or a hat and for Father Frost’s ice palace.
scarf. You don’t even have mittens.
You’ll freeze!”
The brave little girl climbed up the
“I will not,” said Yordanka. “My legs
mountain, never stopping to rest. After
are as strong as a mountain goat’s.
some time she spotted a glittering ice
Besides, my heart will keep me warm.”
palace in the distance. But just as
The neighbours were so moved by she began to feel hopeful, terrible
Yordanka’s courage, they agreed to whirlwinds whipped up around her.
let her go. The children gave her their
“Who dares trespass on our path?”
warmest clothes – a thick woollen
they whispered, as they swirled and
jumper, a coat, a hat, a scarf, mittens,
whirled and nipped at her ears.
socks and a pair of sturdy boots.

When Yordanka was ready to leave,

her grandfather hugged her. “Go, little
one. I know your good heart will keep
you warm and safe.”

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Yordanka pulled her woollen hat over
her ears, snuggled into her warm coat
and ploughed on.
After a while, the whirlwinds grew
tired of trying to stop her and fell to
the ground. “What a strong girl,” they
said, gasping for breath. “No one
has ever passed us before. Let’s
ask the blizzards for help.”
So they called for the blizzards who
liXl]\Xh`lbesXh\Ze]qƄ]l[]esXn
Yordanka. “Stop right now!” they
wailed and raged at her.
But the little girl struggled on and
refused to give up on her journey.
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Eventually the blizzards also fell to
the ground. “How did she beat us?”
they said, breathing heavily. “Let’s
ask the winter witch for help.”
So they called for the winter witch.
When they told her about Yordanka
she said, “If force doesn’t work, then
we must be gentle. Watch me.”
The winter witch appeared before
the little girl and began to sing an
enchanted lullaby.
“What a sweet voice,” said Yordanka.
“I’m not far away now, so I’ll sit and
listen for a while.” But as the witch
sang, the girl’s eyes began to droop.
“Sleep, little girl, sleep,” said the witch
with a cruel grin. “Sleep forever!”
Yordanka drifted into a deep sleep
and the winter witch vanished. Snow
fell thickly around her, and her rosy
cheeks turned white, then blue.
Suddenly, something stirred in the
snow. A tiny head popped up – it
was a mouse. It saw Yordanka and
squeaked, “Help! Quick, help!”
Instantly, dozens of mice peeped out
of the snow. They ran to Yordanka
and rubbed her feet and hands. But
they were too small to warm her, so
they called for help again.
Soon a family of rabbits hopped
to the rescue, closely followed by
a scurry of squirrels. Together, they
huddled around Yordanka, warming
her with their soft fur.
After a while, the colour returned to
her cheeks and she opened her eyes.
“Thank you!” she cried. “Now I must
Ƅh\BXna]lBlimnXh\Xmd^ilabma]ejҫӃ
“We’ll come too,” said the animals.
Qa]gb[]ҮlXZZbnmXh\mkobll]emƇi[d]\
around Yordanka as she headed to
the ice palace.
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 When they arrived, Yordanka was
moljlbm]\niƄh\na]\iilij]hҫ
“What has happened to Father Frost?”
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aXeei^mabgg]lbh`[lsmnXemҮqa]l]
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\b\hӆnmnblҮmiXmkobll]ecogj]\ihabm
eXjXh\nb[de]\abmhim]qbnabnmnXbeҫ
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me]jnnalio`aqbhn]lҫFӆ\Z]nn]ljon
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Father Frost blew on a tiny silver
qabmne]Xh\na][lsmnXeaXeeƄee]\
with his helpers, who had all been
under the same curse. He said to
his guards, “Capture the winter witch
and lock her away until next year.”
Then he said to his fairies, “Please
clear away the clouds so that the
sun can melt the snow.”
By the time she had reached her
village, the snow had disappeared.
Everyone cheered. “What a brave
girl you are, Yordanka! Thank you!”
That evening, her grandfather picked
XZoh[ai^na]Ƅlmnmhiq\lijmҮXh\
everybody sang and danced to
celebrate the coming of spring –
especially Yordanka.

As Father Frost thanked Yordanka

again, she said farewell to her kind
XhbgXe^lb]h\mXh\m]niƂ^ilaig]ҫ

DID YOU K
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Favourite Fairy Tales

The Elves and

the Shoemaker
nce upon a time, there was a shoemaker who had fallen on
O hard times. Every day, he worked until the early hours, yet he
barely had enough money to buy food or fuel to heat his home.

It came to be that all he had left in the world was enough leather to make a
single pair of shoes. That day, he worked hard making a pattern and cutting
the leather. Despite all his troubles, he said to his wife, “If these are the last
shoes I make, I want them to be the best ever.”

He went to bed that night feeling

hungry but excited about the new
shoes he was going to make.

When he woke the next morning,

a] qXm XgXu]\ ni Ƅh\ naXnna]
mai]m q]l] Ƅhbma]\ҫ

“Mary!” he called to his wife.

“Did you do this?”

He picked up the shoes to inspect

them. The stitches were so tiny
he could barely see them –

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and they had been polished so well In fact, he paid so much money
they shone. They were perfect! that the shoemaker could now
XƂil\niZose]Xna]lnigXd]
Mary admired the shoes too. “No,
two more pairs of shoes.
of course I didn’t. Perhaps you were
sleepwalking last night.” He cut out the leather ready
and went to bed early. That
The shoemaker didn’t hesitate to put
night, he slept very soundly,
the shoes in his shop window. That
cheered by his good luck.
morning, a rich gentleman came by
and tried them on.

“What marvellous shoes!” he said, and

he paid far more than the usual price.

SPOT IT!
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naXnma]aX\hӆngX\]na]mai]mҫ
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ab\na]gm]ep]mZ]abh\na][olnXbhҫ
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When they had finished, the workbench

SPOT IT!
Can you spot theseƄp]
bn]gmin the picture?

Answer: There are 15 shoes and boots.

was covered with smart n e w s h o es.

How many shoes

and boots can
you count?
Write it here.
The wee elves checked their work
one last time and disappeared.
Mary turned to her husband and said,
“Those kind elves have made us rich.
We should thank them for it. Did you
see how ragged they looked? They
must be so cold. I’ll sew them some
shirts, trousers and jackets, and knit
them some socks for their tiny feet.
While I’m doing that you can make
a pair of shoes for each of them.”
The shoemaker agreed and he and
his wife worked hard all day long on
Christmas Eve to make cosy little
ionƄnm^ilna]a]ej^oe]ep]mҫ
That evening, when everything was
ready, instead of leaving out pieces
of leather, they put presents on the
workbench. Then they hid behind the
curtain to see what happened.
As soon as it turned midnight, the elves
came skipping in. When they saw the
brightly wrapped gifts, they were
jouue]\XnƄlmnҮZonXemi\]eb`an]\ҫ
They tore the parcels open,
grinning from ear to ear.

When they saw smart new clothes
inside and their very own tiny shoes,
they tried them on and sang:
“Look at us, so fine and neat!
New clothes on our backs,
Smart shoes on our feet!
There’s a big wide world for us to see,
No longer cobblers we will be!”
Then the elves danced and jigged
across the workbench, leapt onto a
[aXblҮ[Xlnqa]]e]\X[limmna]Ƈiil
and danced out of the shop.
They never came back to help, but
it didn’t matter – the shoemaker was
now so famous for his amazing shoes
that he and his wife were busy and
happy for the rest of their days.
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Storyteller’s Corner

The Tinsel Spiders

A long time ago on Christmas Eve, an old woman was busy
preparing her home for her family to visit. She couldn’t wait
to see her grandchildren.
But she still had many chores to do – there were mince pies to bake, gifts to wrap
and so much cleaning! She hadn’t even put up her decorations yet. She didn’t
have many, but those she put up made the children happy, especially as she
[ioe\hӆnXƂil\niZosna]ggXhs`b^nmҫ

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As she rushed back and forth,
she kept catching sight of her
Christmas tree and crying, “The
tree! The tree! I still have to trim
the tree!” But there was still so
much to do!
Later that evening, when the
cleaning was done and the mince
pies were baked, the old woman
looked at the Christmas tree and
sighed. “The tree! The tree! I still
have to trim the tree!”
But, oh! How she longed to rest. She
made a cup of tea, sat down in her
favourite rocking chair and watched
na]ƇXg]m\Xh[]bhna]Ƅl]jeX[]ҫ
All the time, she thought of
her dear grandchildren and how
excited she was to see them.
When she glanced at the Christmas
tree again, she spotted a spider’s
web hanging above it. “I forgot to
sweep away the cobwebs,” she
thought. “I’ll fetch the broom as
miihXmFӆp]Ƅhbma]\gsn]XҫӃ
But as she warmed herself by the
Ƅl]Ү`]hnesli[dbh`ZX[dXh\^ilnaҮ
she grew sleepier and sleepier.
“The tree! The tree! I still have to
trim the tree!” she yawned. Her
eyelids grew heavy and she
soon fell fast asleep.
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 When the spiders in the web
saw the old woman sleeping, they
scuttled out of their hiding place. This
qXmna]Ƅlmnnbg]ma]aX\^il`inn]hni
sweep them out of the window on
Christmas Eve, so they had never
seen a Christmas tree before.
“Why has she brought a tree into the
house?” asked one young spider.
“I don’t know,” said its mother. “Let’s
take a closer look.”
So the spiders dangled down and
landed on the tree. They scurried here
and there, inspecting every branch
and exploring every pinecone. As
they darted up, down and around,
they left trails of silvery silk.
Ta]hna]s\b\hӆnƄh\Xhsnabh`
interesting on the tree, they crawled
back to their web and hid, hoping the
old woman wouldn’t sweep them out.
Early the next morning, the old woman
woke with a start. “The tree! The tree!
I still have to trim the tree!” she cried.
But then she got a tremendous
surprise. Her Christmas tree was
covered from top to bottom with
sparkling spider webs. As the sun
shone through the window, it lit
them up and a miracle happened –
the silky threads turned into pure
silver and gold!

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At that moment, her grandchildren
burst through the door, calling out,
“Happy Christmas, Grandma!”
As soon as they saw the tree, they fell
silent. “Grandma, your tree! Look how
shiny it is!” they whispered in awe.
The old woman smiled and looked
at the spider web above the tree.
“I had some help from friends.”
Every Christmas from then on, thanks
to her silver and gold decorations, the
old woman had enough money to buy
gifts for her grandchildren – and she
always left any webs where they were
so the spiders could decorate her tree.
And that’s how tinsel became popular
– inspired by those glistening
gold and silver webs.
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Storyland Adventures

A Snowy Surprise
S toryland was a magical place to live, but it had just one downside
– it was almost always sunny there!

This meant that it rarely snowed in winter, so

himhiqgXhZobe\bh`ҮhimhiqZXeeƄ`anmXh\
no ice-skating on Swan Lake. In fact, Snow White’s
name was the snowiest thing about Storyland.

Over the years, some of Storyland’s magical

residents had attempted to make it snow. Sugar
Plum fairy tried, but only managed to sprinkle icing
sugar everywhere – delicious, but too powdery for
snowballs. Fairy Godmother gave it a go, but she
didn’t have enough power to control the weather.

The only person who hadn’t tried was the wicked

witch, because everyone was afraid to ask her!

One day, Prince Moritz was reminiscing with

Snow White about the snowy winters he had
enjoyed as a child when he cried, “That’s it!
I’m asking the wicked witch for help.”

“You can’t. She’ll curse you!” said Snow White.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t trust witches.

“But imagine the fun we could have if it

snowed – I’m willing to take the risk.”

“She won’t help,” said Snow White. “She’ll

never change her wicked ways.”

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But Prince Moritz was determined and
m]niƂ^ilna]qb[d]\qbn[aӆmaiom]ҫ
Qa]qbn[a\b\hӆn`]ngXhspbmbnilmҮmi
ma]mhXjj]\ҮӂTaXn\isioqXhnҶӃ
IXn]lXn\bhh]lҮMlbh[]Jilbnueiid]\
\]c][n]\ҫӂFnaio`anF[ioe\[aXlga]lҫӃ
Gomnna]hҮa]mnXln]\ni^]]eko]Xmsҫ
ӂTaXnӆmqlih`ҶӃmXb\PhiqTabn]ҫ

Mlbh[]Jilbnu[e]Xl]\abmnaliXn
h]lpiomesҫӂFӆ\ebd]niXmdX^Xpiolҫ
?Xhsioom]sioljiq]lmnigXd]
bnmhiqbhPnilseXh\Үje]Xm]ҶӃ
Qa]qbn[alXbm]\a]l]s]ZliqmҫӂTas
\isioqXhnbnnimhiqҶӃ
ӂFgomnaXp]]Xn]hmig]nabh`^ohhs
il[Xo`anXZo`ҮӃgiXh]\na]jlbh[]ҫ
ӂFdh]qbnұӃ[lb]\PhiqTabn]ҫӂQa]
qb[d]\qbn[aaXm[olm]\sioұFӆee[Xee
na]\i[nilXh\na]hFӆgn]eebh`naXn
qbn[aqaXnFnabhdi^a]lҫӃ

ӂPiq][XhaXp]mig]^ohҫӃ =mMlbh[]JilbnumnX``]l]\niZ]\Ү
PhiqTabn]mnilg]\iƂnina]
Qa]qbn[am[iqe]\ҫӂF\ihӆnebd]^ohҫӃ
qbn[aӆmaiom]ҫ
ӂFjligbm]Fӆeen]X[asioaiqnib[]
ӂEiq\Xl]sioҶӃma]s]ee]\qa]h
mdXn]ұӃje]X\]\na]jlbh[]ҫ
na]qbn[aij]h]\a]l\iilҫ
Qa]qbn[amhiln]\ҫӂF[Xhӆna]ejsioҫ
Me]Xm]`iXqXsҫӃ

Mlbh[]JilbnuZ]``]\Xh\Z]``]\Ү
Zonna]qbn[am[l]][a]\ҮӂFnie\sioӕ
F[XhӆnұKiqmnijZina]lbh`g]ҫӃ

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“You witches are all the same! First Snow White was stunned to see a
poisoned apples and now this. Why thick blanket of snow over Storyland.
did you curse the prince?” Even Swan Lake had frozen!

“I have no idea what you’re talking “It must have been the witch,” said the
about,” said the witch. prince grinning.

“All he wanted was some snow and ӂF\ioZnbnҮӃaoƂ]\PhiqTabn]ҫӂFnie\

now he’s sick because of your curse.” you – she’s too wicked to be nice.”

Qa]qbn[aeiid]\Ƈomn]l]\ҫӂF\b\hӆn “I feel much better. I guess it was a

curse him. But nobody ever believes bug. Come on, let’s go outside.”
a witch, do they?” She slammed the
Half an hour later, Snow White and
door in Snow White’s face.
Prince Moritz were sledging through
the snow towards Swan Lake. Their
friends were already making snowmen
The following day, Snow White was
and snow angels, building igloos and
woken by a shriek. She leapt out of
aXpbh`mhiqZXeeƄ`anmҫQa]sq]l]
bed and found Prince Moritz jumping
surprised to see the wicked witch too.
up and down by the window.
“What are you doing here?” snapped
“What has the witch done? Is it the
Snow White.
curse? Do you need the doctor?”
“Trying out this thing called fun,” said
“Look!” exclaimed Prince Moritz.
the witch, looking bashful.

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“I knew you could make it snow!” said “I’m so sorry!” said Snow White,
Prince Moritz, grinning. Zeomabh`ҫӂMe]Xm]^il`bp]g]ҫF\ihӆn
have a very good history with witches.
“No. I was telling you the truth when I
Can we teach you how to ice skate?”
said I couldn’t do it. But my sister can.”
Qa]qbn[amgbe]\ҫӂKih]]\ҫJsmbmn]l
=mo\\]hƇollsi^mhiqƇXd]mmqble]\
taught me everything she knows.”
Z]^il]na]gҫQa]smeiqesnlXhm^ilg]\
bhniXZ]Xonb^oeeX\sҫE]l\l]mmqXm She gestured towards Swan Lake.
gX\]i^XgbeebihnbhsmhiqƇXd]mXh\ Snow White and Prince Moritz watched
her skin sparkled like ice. in awe as the Snow Queen elegantly
leapt and spun across the lake. As
“Meet my sister – the Snow Queen,”
quickly as she had appeared, she
said the witch.
pXhbma]\bhXqablei^mhiqҫ
“Is this enough snow, dear?” asked
QaXhdmnina]qb[d]\qbn[aҮ
the Snow Queen.
it was Storyland’s snowiest
ӂV]mҮmbmn]lҫQaXhdsiomigo[aҮӃmXb\ Christmas ever!
na]qbn[aҫQa]hma]nolh]\niPhiq
White. “I didn’t curse the prince, you
dhiqҫF`]nZeXg]\^il
everything round here.”

Next t
ime: W hite Rabbit is running late!
Myths and Legends

Skadi the Ski

Goddess

I n Norse mythology, Skadi the giantess was the goddess

of skiing and snow. She lived in the snow-capped mountains
and could ski faster than an avalanche.
Skadi was furious because she had just found out that her father had been
slain by the god Odin. Her father Thiassi had kidnapped the goddess Idun to
steal her golden apples. These precious apples gave eternal life to the gods,
which was why Thiassi wanted them
so badly. Thiassi would live forever
and the gods would grow old and die.
However, Idun escaped from Thiassi.
He turned into an eagle and chased
a]lҮZonL\bh[ihcol]\XqXeei^ƇXg]m
nimnijabgҫQabXmmbƇ]qmnlXb`anbhni
na]Ƅl]Xh\bhmnXhnesj]lbma]\ҫ
Seeking revenge, Skadi grabbed her
bow and arrow and skied like the wind
to Asgard, home of the gods.
They were celebrating Idun’s return
qa]hna]\iilmƇ]qij]hҫ=Zbnn]l
chill swept through the room.
Skadi stormed in and
pointed her bow and arrow
at Odin. “How dare you kill my
father?” she roared.
Qa]`i\me]XjnojniƄ`anҮZon
Odin greeted Skadi sympathetically.
ӂMe]Xm]Үq]\ihӆnqbmaniƄ`anҫӃ
Skadi gave the gods a piercing look.
ӂL\bh\b\hӆnqXhnsiol^Xna]lniƇs
bhnina]ƇXg]mҮӃje]X\]\F\ohҫӂT]
thought he would turn around.”
“He took Idun against her will,”
[lb]\L\bhҫӂT]aX\nil]m[o]
her or we would all die.”
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 “Please, lower your
bow,” begged Odin.
“Join our feast and
we will think of a way
to repay you.”
Skadi was still angry, but she was
a giant and giants never turn down
food – especially a feast. She sat
beside Odin and helped herself to
platters piled high with roast meat
and vegetables. Endless cups of
mead thawed her mood, and soon
she was enjoying the company of the
gods and laughing at Loki’s pranks.
At the height of the festivities, Odin
turned to Skadi and said, “Will you
end your war with us?”
Skadi’s scowled. She had forgotten
why she was there. She reached for
her bow, but Odin placed his hand
on hers to calm her.
She paused and looked at Odin’s son
Baldur across the room. Skadi had
been admiring him all night. Baldur
was Asgard’s most handsome god.
Skadi said, “I will leave in peace if
I can marry a god.”
“Very well,” said Odin, delighted with
the idea. “But you must choose your
husband by looking only at his feet.”
Skadi agreed and retired to a
\bƂ]l]hn[aXgZ]lqabe]L\bhnie\
the other gods about their agreement.
When Skadi returned, she was met
with a line-up of feet. Everyone was
hidden from the knees up. There were
big feet, small feet, knobbly ankles
and hairy toes.
Skadi studied each pair carefully
and selected the legs with the
strongest calves because she was
sure they must belong to Baldur.
However, when Odin revealed the
owner of the feet, Skadi saw they
belonged to Njord. Njord was the god
of the sea. He was good and fair and
he lived in a stunning palace by the
beach, but Skadi was disappointed.
She only had eyes for Baldur.
The next day, when Skadi left Asgard
with her new husband, she instantly
headed towards her home high in the
snowy mountains.
“Where are you going?” asked Njord.
“My palace is west from here.”
“We’re not living there!” cried Skadi.
“I am the goddess of snow. I need to
be up high, where I can command the
clouds. I need to be free to ski.”
“And I need to be by the sea, where
I can command the waves and sail
my ship,” protested Njord.
The bride and groom argued for a
long time until, at last, they reached
an agreement. They decided to stay
for nine days in Skadi’s home, then
nine days by the sea. After that, they
would swap between the two.
Qa]sebp]\bhPdX\bӆmaig]ƄlmnҮZon
Njord was miserable there. It was
cold and bleak, and the sound of
howling wolves kept him awake
all night. By the ninth day, he
couldn’t wait to get back to the sea.
All the way there, he told Skadi
how much she would love it. “It’s
so much brighter and warmer
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on the beach, and the waves washing
against the shore lull you to sleep.”
But when Skadi arrived at Njord’s
palace, she disliked it as much as
he had hated her snowy home. She
couldn’t ski on sand and screeching
seagulls kept her awake all night. She
yearned for crisp, cool mountain air.
When nine days drew to a close,
Njord couldn’t bear to go back to
Skadi’s home, and Skadi refused to
stay by the sea. With no other choice,
they ended their marriage.
PdX\bl]nolh]\aig]hiZ]nn]liƂnaXh
when she had set out. To prevent her
from seeking revenge for her father’s
death again and to comfort her, Odin
turned Thiassi’s eyes into stars in
the sky, so they could twinkle
down on Skadi forever.

Skadi’s s
nowy
mountain
home
was calle
d
Thrymhe
im, which
means ‘t
hunder
home’, an
d Njord’s
home wa
s called
Noatun,
meaning
‘place of
ships’.

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 Pl
Make your o
box
Pim the Penguin, complete
our quiz and battle the elements in a frosty new game!

B A
C
D
E
1 SKI
MYSTERY
Which of these ski trails
did Skadi take to reach
her home at the top of
the mountain?

The tinsel spiders

sp are
RR M S
writing a message on their
R Is
web. Can you complete it?
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 3 JINGLE PICK
4 A PAIR
The elves’ shoes
are mixed up and

BELLS
there’s only one
pair here. Can

There are 8 bells hidden on a. you spot them?

our puzzle pages. Colour in this

b. f.
picture when you’ve found them.

c. g.
d.

e.

ASK
5 MAKE A SNOW GLOBE GROWN
-UP!
Who needs the Snow Queen when you can make your own
mini frozen world?
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• Rmbh`Xain`eo]`ohҮmnb[dX?albmngXmƄ`ol]il\][ilXnbihbhna]
[]hnl]i^na]bhmb\]i^na]eb\ҫVio[ioe\om]XmgXeeilhXg]hnil
nisҮmo[aXmX?albmngXmnl]]Үl]bh\]]lilmhiqgXhҫI]nbn\lsҫ
• BbeesiolcXlnal]]ӒkoXln]lmi^na]qXsojqbna[ie\qXn]lҫ
• =\\Xa]Xj]\mjiih^oei^qabn]Үmbep]lil`ie\`ebnn]lXh\mnblbnbhҫ
• =\\X[ioje]i^n]Xmjiihmi^`es[]lbhilZXZsibeҮqab[aqbee
a]ejgXd]na]ӄmhiqӆmbhdgil]meiqesҫ
• P[l]qna]eb\ZX[dihna]cXlXmnb`anesXmsio[Xhҫ
• Qolhna]cXlip]lXh\jeX[]bnihXqXn]ljlii^mol^X[]nin]mn ^il
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• Ta]h bnӆm \lsҮ`bp]siolmhiq`eiZ]XmaXd]Xh\jonbnih\bmjeXsұ

Paint the jar lid or decorate the edge

TI P ! with washi tape in festive designs.

Alternatively, glue a ribbon round it.
6 DRAW A PENGUIN!
Use our grid to help you
draw Pim the Penguin.

LO L !
Q. Why do peng
uin s
make the
best
pancakes
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A. Because th
ey have
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D I D YO U know?
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have
any
more feathers than
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other bird and, at 1.
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tall, they’re the tall
penguin species.

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Ho ho ho! Here are seven of our favourite Christmas book
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BEST FESTIVE READS!

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS by Adam and
Charlotte Guillain and Pippa Curnick (Egmont) is set
in a woodland winter wonderland, where there’s a
gift for a little mouse, as long as she can be patient...
THE CHRISTMAS EXTRAVAGANZA HOTEL by
Tracey Corderoy and Tony Neal (Little Tiger) sees
Frog turn up on Bear’s doorstep expecting a 5-star
hotel, so Bear sets out to please his surprise guest.
GRETA AND THE GIANTS by Zoë Tucker and
Zoe Persico (Frances Lincoln) is inspired by Greta
Thunberg. It shows simply and beautifully why we
should come together to make our voices heard.
THE CRAYONS’ CHRISTMAS by Drew Daywalt
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favourite crayons in the run-up to Christmas and
comes with loads of goodies to keep you amused.
THE SHORTEST DAY by Susan Cooper and
Carson Ellis (Walker Books) is a poetic, uplifting
celebration of the winter solstice with a wonderful
back story and atmospheric illustrations.
THE LITTLE FIR TREE by Christopher Corr
(Frances Lincoln) is a happier take on the classic
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folky illustrations you’ll want to pore over.
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by Mark Sperring and Lucy Fleming (Little Tiger) A N D S EE Y O U
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leads to a special new friendship. Adorable!

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