Children's stories

Fantasize cautiously

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Once Jane decided to write a detective story. She pulled out her favorite typewriter and set it on the table. Of course, Jane had a computer, but she loved to write stories behind an old typewriter. And here her fingers pounded on the keys ...

“Mr. Brown was in his office. He was no longer young and recently felt unwell. Brown took a blank sheet and wrote: "Testament." At that time there was a knock on the door, and a maid entered the office ... "

"Dzzzz!" - the bell rang. Jane jumped up in her chair from surprise. She went to the door, opened and blurred in a smile. On the threshold stood a neighbor with the cutest kitten in her hands. She had to urgently leave for a few days, but not leave the baby alone ?! Of course, Jane happily agreed to shelter the kitten, and he went to study the writer's apartment. Jane poured milk in his saucer and sat down again at the typewriter.

“... A maid entered the office and asked Mr. Brown if he needed anything. He nodded and asked for tea. The maid came out, and Brown returned to the will: “To my children, Austin and Olivia, I will bequeath this house. I leave all my fortune to the children's hospital. "My children received a good education, they can earn as much as they want. Children's hospital will need my money."

Brown put an point, and at that time a maid entered the office. She wanted to put the cup on the table, but she suddenly noticed a will. Her hand trembled and tea spilled onto the papers.

- Oh, sorry! She began to make excuses. “You know how I feel about you, and this will, it scared me!” Are you okay?

“It's okay, Polly, don't worry,” Brown reassured her.

The will can be rewritten. But perhaps I will do it tomorrow.

He crumpled a testament filled with tea, threw it in the trash and left the office. "

Jane reached out and got up from the table: “I should have some tea too,” she said to herself and went to the kitchen. But when she returned and began to re-read what was written, she saw this:

"... threw into the trash lonopvdsdyasr nnvlashch oyarapt 1188aos".

Jane flinched! The cup tipped and tea spilled directly onto the text With trembling hands, she pulled out the damaged sheet from the typewriter and thought. She heard many times from other story writers about how their writing came true. But just like that, right away? Can not be! “Probably the machine chudit,” Jane decided. “She is already old, you never know.” And then she gathered her thoughts and continued to write.

“The next morning, Polly found Mr. Brown in her room unconscious. She called an ambulance, and he was taken to the hospital.

But a few hours later the police arrived at the house - it turned out that poison was found in Mr. Brown’s blood! Upon learning of the will, the detective immediately went to his office. He checked every piece of paper in the trash, but there was no will.

“That's right,” said the detective thoughtfully. “So someone took the will from the basket and was unsatisfied with how Brown wanted to dispose of his condition ... He did not wait for him to write a new will, and decided to poison Mr. Brown!”

Jane stopped. “It's time to eat. I’ll order pizza! ” She thought and left the room to call the nearest pizzeria. And when she returned ... she saw that the sheets that she doused with tea had disappeared.

Jane turned pale and sat down heavily on a chair. How can this be ?! She looked under the table, picked up the typewriter, went around the room — there were no sheets anywhere. Jane became ill. For several minutes she sat motionless and came to herself only when the doorbell rang: "Dzzzz!" It was a pizza delivery man.

With trembling hands, Jane brought the box to the kitchen. For a while she watched but cooling pizza, and then resolutely closed the box and carried it to the garbage chute. You never know what else can come true ... Better not to take risks.

What do you think really happened at Jane’s house?

Henbane

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Once, a merchant stopped at a tavern overnight. Mistress of the tavern was greedy and envious. She saw a big bale behind the merchant's back - and thinks: “It would be nice if he forgot it from us, we would profit.”

She consulted with her husband. And he in greed did not concede to his wife:

- Feed him henbane. From her, people immediately become forgetful. The mistress ran in the field, narwhal henbane. She mixed this potion in all dishes and fed the guest. The merchant immediately became stupefied and went to bed, and in the morning he hastily got up and left.

The hostess immediately rushed into his room and, anticipating the find, began to examine her. But there was nothing in the room.

“I fed so many henbane, but no use!” - the hostess was indignant.

- Can not be! - objected her husband. He also entered the bedroom, but found nothing.

For some time the owner of the tavern stood thinking about something. Then he slapped his forehead and screamed:

- Well, of course! Forgot!.. Pay for overnight!

Brave mouse

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Winter in Myshkino is the quietest time of the year. Not at all like autumn. In autumn, the mice have not a minute's rest: stock up on grain - one time, insulate minks - two, mask the entrances to minks - three. Without good camouflage, what is wintering? Sheer anxiety from every rustle. Predators then prowl in the winter. As hungry and angry as ever! And even meaner. Because it is cold.

But when the minks are warm and satisfying and the entrances to them are so littered with snow that even the sharp-eyed hawk cannot even see them, all the inhabitants of Myshkino fall into hibernation.

- Fyu-fyuit, the little brothers of the mouse sleep in a dream.

- Hrrrr ... Hrrrrr ... - snaps mouse dad.

- Squeak! Creak! - a little mouse tossing and turning in the crib.

Everyone is sleeping, but he cannot sleep at all. Mice - people are not particularly brave, but this one is generally Trus Trusovich Trusokhvostikov. So his brothers nicknamed. And his darkness frightens, and snoring, and sniffling. All the fox’s steps seem to him and the owl’s hoot. Three times my mother woke up. She already gave him a warm seed with honey, and told a sleepy fairy tale, and poked him on the pens. She fell asleep, but the mouse in no way! Trembling and trembling.

He got down from his mother’s arms, walked along the mink, pulled his dad by the mustache so that he would not snore so badly, nibbled his brothers on thick barrels, and then what should I do? Is it really like this and wander until spring?

- We need to find a place more secluded! - the mouse decided.

He sat, thought and remembered about a small pantry in the farthest mink. This is where you can safely hide!

- Pee-pee! - joyfully jumped up the mouse.

“Crunch, crunch,” came the answer from somewhere from the ceiling.

But the mouse did not hear a suspicious crunch. He stomped so loudly, puffed quite enough, and in general became so bold that he completely forgot about caution. He even slammed the door when he reached his hideout.

- Clap clap! - said the door.

- Peep — peep! - mimicked her little mouse.

- Crunch-crunch - was heard from him right above his head.

- Ouch! - the mouse trembled,

Late to catch up! Someone's red paws tore the ground, someone's evil eyes sparkled, someone's sharp teeth snapped with impatience. Do you know whose? Of course, foxes. Now the black nose appeared in the hole.

- Mother! Dad! - swept through the pantry of the mouse.

But who will hear him from so far away? Frightened, the mouse got tangled up in its own tail, slammed a mop onto the floor, and knocked the iron bucket from the shelf directly onto its head!

- Oh ... - the mouse squeaked thinly.

- Oh! The bass echoed in the bucket.

The fox nose flinched and froze.

- Oh-oh ... repeated the mouse.

- Oh-oh !!! The thunder echoed.

"Is the fox really scared of me?" - the mouse was surprised and squeaked more terribly.

- Rrr!

- Rrr! echoed menacingly.

The fox nose leaned back.

- Pr-r-roch! - growled the bold mouse, grabbed a mop and poked the fox in the nose with stiff bristles. - This is not a mouse of Norrrka! This is the house of the r-r-rd Mouse-saur!

A couple more roars and sweeps of a mop, and the foxes and the trace caught a cold. An amazing thing - our little mouse himself drove a big fox. And then he himself repaired the ceiling, he returned to his room and went to bed himself. And he will sleep until spring. Why? Because he is now the Brave Brave Tail.

Well, also because the bucket and mop has always been with him since then.