Cuentos En Inglés Para Niños

The gingerbread man

An old woman was baking one day, and she made some gingerbread. She had some dough left over,so she made the shape of a little man. She made eyes for him, a nose and a smiling mouth all of currants, and placed more currants down his front to look like buttons.

Then she laid him on a baking tray and put him into the oven to bake.

After a little while, she heard something rattling at the oven door. She opened it and to her surprise out jumped the little gingerbread man she had made. She tried to catch him as he ran across the kitchen, but he slipped past her, calling as he ran:

-"Run, run, as fast as you can, You can´t catch me, I´m the gingerbread man!"

She chased after him into the garden where her husband was digging. He put down his spade and tried to catch him too, but as the gingerbread man sped past him he called over his shoulder:

- "Run, run, as fast as you can, You can´t catch me, I´m the gingerbread man!"

As he ran down the road he passed a cow. The cow called out,

-"Stop, gingerbread man! You look good to eat!"

But the gingerbread man laughed and shouted over his shoulder:

- "I´ve run from an old woman And an old man. Run, run, as fast as you can, You can´t catch me, I´m the gingerbread man!"

The cow ran after the old woman and the old man, and soon they all passed a horse.

-"Stop!" called out the horse, "I´d like to eat you."

But the gingerbread man called out:

"I´ve run from an old woman And an old man, And a cow! Run, run, as fast as you can, You can´t catch me, I´m the gingerbread man!"

He ran on, with the old woman and the old man and the cow and the horse following, and he went past a party of people haymaking. They all looked up as they saw the gingerbread man, and as he passed them he called out:

- "I´ve run from an old woman, And from an old man, And a cow and a horse. Run, run, as fast as you can, You can´t catch me, I´m the gingerbread man!"

The haymakers joined in the chase behind the old woman and the old man, the cow and the horse, and they all followed,him as he ran through the fields.

There he met a fox, so he called out to the fox:

"Run, run, as fast as you can, You can´t catch me, I´m the gingerbread man!"

But the sly fox said,

-"Why should I bother to catch you?" although he thought to himself, "That gingerbread man would be good to eat."

Just after he had run past the fox the gingerbread man had to stop because he came to a wide, deep, swift-flowing river. The fox saw the old woman and the old man, the cow, the horse and the haymakers all chasing the gingerbread man so he said,

-"Jump on my back, and I´ll take you across the river!"

The gingerbread man jumped on the fox´s back and the fox began to swim. As they reached the middle of the river, where the water was deep, the fox said,

- "Can you stand on my head, Gingerbread Man, or you will get wet."

So the gingerbread man pulled himself up and stood on the fox´s head. As the current flowed more swiftly, the fox said, "

- Can you move on to my nose, Gingerbread Man, so that I can carry you more safely? I would not like you to drown."

The gingerbread man slid on to the fox´s nose. But when they reached the bank of the river, the fox suddenly went snap! The gingerbread man disappeared into the fox´s mouth, and was never seen again.

FIN

The ghostly village

The night was rainy; a big storm was falling on the sea. The waves were enormous and the fog was thick. The ships rocked one side to the other as marionettes.

Suddenly, an awful creaking was heard in the darkness. A big cloud of smoke was seen in the distance and an intense odour could be noticed in the air. Everybody was wondering what had happened.

A ship had ran aground near the shore and had split part of the petrol it carried. A big black stain spreaded on the water, as a big black cloack which had the sea gone into mourning. The smell of petrol was each time stronger and mixed with the freshness of the breeze each sunset near the beach. Charles and Anne used to go watching the stars. When they felt that freedom that only those who have not betrayed their ideals feel. They were the children of a fisher and lived in a humble white house very near from the cliff.

The fishers had recently had problems to fish, fishing was not very good. Now, it would be worse, there would not be anything in many time. Fishers will not be seen carrying fish to the harbour. They could not be said goodbye as it was usual. Now they will have to go far, to be able to live.

The village became a village without people. A ghostly village. Just a few women and children remained there. Men and young people went to look for a job and came back once in a while to see their families. At nightfall, a few lights, brought the village back to existence.

But from the cliff the view was not the same, it seemed that even the breeze had changed of place. The air smell of petrol and the sea’s calm had turned to a terrible anguished seeing how all the sea life was being destroyed. Dead fishes floated and all was devastating. The few people who remained, started to rebuild and clean all that had been damaged.

Some years passed until the village returned to normal. Some of who had left returned and the boats returned to the harbour. Hope was born again with the fear that the story would repeat.

The End

The Crystal Ball

Long time ago, a witch lived. She had three sons who loved themselves as good brothers, but the old woman didn’t trust them fearing they wanted to take her power away.

That is why she transformed the old one in an eagle who nested in the summit of a rocky mountain and who was seen few times drawing circles in the immensity of the sky.

She turned the second into a whale condemning him to live in under the see and only from time to time he stuck out of the surface throwing a large water stream. Both recovered their human shape during two hours each day.

The third son, fearing to be turn into an animal such as a bird or a wolf, fled secretly.

He had known that in the castle of the Golden Sun, an enchanted princess lived waiting the time of her liberation, but whoever tried it risked his life and twenty three young men had sadly died. Just one more could try his luck and

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