The perfect way to introduce your little one to the Bard. Jennifer Adams' adaptation of Shakespeare's original lines and Alison Oliver's whimsical illustrations bring the world of fairies to life and will enchant little ones for years to come.
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Venture deep into the jungle on an animal-naming safari in The Jungle Book: A BabyLit(R) Animals Primer. Spy a sneaky snake, a lazy bear, and a proud panther before roaring like a tiger into the night. Jennifer Adam's carefully curated quotations provide the best of Rudyard Kipling's descriptions of Kaa, Baloo, Bagheera, Shere Khan and more while teaching little ones the characteristics of these colorful jungle animals.
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Raicharan was twelve years old when he came as a servant to his master's house. He belonged to the same caste as his master and was given his master's little son to nurse. As time went on the boy left Raicharan's arms to go to school. From school he went on to college, and after college he entered the judicial service. Always, until he married, Raicharan was his sole attendant.
But when a mistress came into the house, Raicharan found two masters instead of one. All his former influence passed to the new mistress. This was compensated by a fresh arrival. Anukul had a son born to him and Raicharan by his unsparing attentions soon got a complete hold over the child. He used to toss him up in his arms, call to him in absurd baby language, put his face close to the baby's and draw it away again with a laugh.
After a while Raicharan was asked to show his ingenuity in other ways. He had, for instance, to play the part of a horse, holding the reins between his teeth and prancing with his feet. He had also to wrestle with his little charge; and if he could not, by a wrestler's trick, fall on his back defeated at the end a great outcry was certain.
About this time Anukul was transferred to a district on the banks of the Padma. On his way through Calcutta he bought his son a little go-cart. He bought him also a yellow satin waistcoat, a gold-laced cap, and some gold bracelets and anklets. Raicharan was wont to take these out and put them on his little charge, with ceremonial pride, whenever they went for a walk.
One afternoon the rain cleared. It was cloudy, but cool and bright. Raicharan's little despot did not want to stay in on such a fine afternoon. His lordship climbed into the go-cart. Raicharan, between the shafts, dragged him slowly along till he reached the rice-fields on the banks of the river. There was no one in the fields and no boat on the stream. Across the water, on the farther side, the clouds were rifted in the west. The silent ceremonial of the setting sun was revealed in all its glowing splendour. In the midst of that stillness the child, all of a sudden, pointed with his finger in front of him and cried: "Chan-na! Pitty fow."
The little Master's mind was made up, and Raicharan was at his wits' end. "Very well, baby," he said at last, "you sit still in the cart, and I'll go and get you the pretty flower. Only mind you don't go near the water."
In that first terrible moment his blood froze within him. Before his eyes the whole universe swam round like a dark mist. From the depth of his broken heart he gave one piercing cry: "Master, Master, little Master."
As the evening passed by Raicharan's mistress became very anxious. She sent men out on all sides to search. They went with lanterns in their hands and reached at last the banks of the Padma. There they found Raicharan rushing up and down the fields, like a stormy wind, shouting the cry of despair: "Master, Master, little Master!"
An overwhelming resentment at first grew up in Raicharan's heart at the sight of this new baby. At the back of his mind was resentful suspicion that it had come as a usurper in place of the little Master. He also thought it would be a grave offence to be happy with a son of his own after what had happened to his master's little child. Indeed, if it had not been for a widowed sister, who mothered the new baby, it would not have lived long.
Phailna (for that was the name Raicharan's sister gave to the new baby) soon began to talk. It learnt to say Ba-ba and Ma-ma with a baby accent. When Raicharan heard those familiar sounds the mystery suddenly became clear. The little Master could not cast off the spell of his Chan-na and therefore he had been reborn in his own house.
At last the time came for the boy to go to school. Raicharan sold his small piece of land and went to Calcutta. There he got employment with great difficulty as a servant and sent Phailna to school. He spared no pains to give him the best education, the best clothes, the best food. Meanwhile, he himself lived on a mere handful of rice and would say in secret: "Ah, my little Master, my dear little Master, you loved me so much that you came back to my house! You shall never suffer from any neglect of mine."
After hearing this, Raicharan did not utter another word. He looked for the last time on the face of his son. He made obeisance to his old master and mistress. Then he went out and was mingled with the numberless people of the world.
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Poor Mr. Roughbrown! His wooing was very hopeless. And all the timehe courted the imperious rose, who should be peeping at him from herhome in the hedge but as plump and as sleek a little Miss Dormouse asever you saw, and her eyes were full of envy.
The thrush saw the poet bearing the rose away, yet how could thefluttering little creature hope to prevail against the cruel invader?What could he do but twitter in anguish? So there are tragedies andheartaches in lives that are not human.
It was evening in the quiet valley now. Where was the south wind thathe came not with his wooing? He had flown to the North, for that dayhe had heard the spring-time's voice a-calling, and he went in answerto its summons. Everything was still. "Chirp-chirp, chirp-chirp,chirp-chirp," piped the three crickets, and forthwith the fairy boy andthe elf-prince danced from their habitations. Their little feettinkled over the clover and the daisies.
Great marvel had Harold to this thing; nevertheless he did the biddingof Membril the fairy, and it was full wisely done. And presently hecame to where his boat lay, half on the shore and half in the waters,and he unloosed the thong that held it, and entered into the boat; buthe put neither hand to the oars thereof, for he was intent to do thebidding of Membril the fairy. Then as if of its own accord, or as ifthe kindly waves themselves bore it along, the boat moved upon thewaters and turned toward the yonder haven whereof it was said and sung.Fair shone the moon, and the night was passing fair; the shadows fellfrom the hilltops in their sleep and lay, as they had been little wearychildren, in the valleys and upon the shore, and they were rocked inthe cradles of those valleys, and the waters along the shore sungsoftly to them. Upon the one side lay the island where grazed thegoats and the kine, and upon the other side lay the island where Haroldand other people abode; between these islands crept the sea with itsgentle murmurings, and upon this sea drifted the boat bearing Harold tothe yonder haven. Now the haven whereunto the course lay broodedalmost beneath the shadow of the Stennis stones, and the waters thereofwere dark, as if, forsooth, the sea frowned whensoever it saw thosebloody stones peering down into its tranquil bosom. And some said thatthe place was haunted, and that upon each seventh night came thereuntothe spirits of them that had been slain upon those stones, and wavedtheir ghostly arms and wailed grievously; but of latter times nonebelieveth this thing to be true.
It fortuned, upon a day whilst Harold was from home, there was knockingat the door of their house, and forthwith the door opened and therestood in the midst of them one clad all in black and of ruefulcountenance. Then, as if she foresaw evil, Persis called unto herlittle ones and stood between them and that one all in black, and shedemanded of him his name and will. "I am the Death-Angel," quoth he,"and I come for the best-beloved of thy lambs!"
Now Theodoric was that best-beloved; for he was her very little one,and had always slept upon her bosom. So when she heard those words shemade a great outcry, and wrestled with the Death-Angel, and sought tostay him in his purpose. But the Death-Angel chilled her with hisbreath, and overcame her, and prevailed against her; and he reachedinto the midst of them and took Theodoric in his arms and folded himupon his breast, and Theodoric fell asleep there, and his head droppedupon the Death-Angel's shoulder. But in her battle for the child,Persis catched at the chain about the child's neck, and the chain brakeand remained in her hand, and upon the chain was the little cross offair alabaster which an holy man had put there when Theodoric wasbaptized. So the Death-Angel went his way with that best-beloved lamb,and Persis fell upon her face and wailed. 2ff7e9595c
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