Good Wolf

I am Small Good Wolf, the grandson of Big Bad Wolf. It was Christmas and I wanted to organise a costume party. I dressed up as a lion ...
 
... to scare my friends ... Small Cute Pig, Small Gentle Pig and Small Kind Pig ... because their grandfathers boiled my granddad! I set off for the three little pigs' house, roaring all the way.

The pigs heard my roar and thought I was a real lion. They took out their blowpipes, loaded them with darts and stormed out of their house. When I saw their blowpipes I hid among some bushes.

Though I wanted to take revenge on them, I also wanted to live up to my name. I was supposed to be a good wolf. So I decided to forget the ugly past and continue to be the pigs' friend. I took off the lion skin then I invited them to my costume party. We had a wonderful time playing together. 

                                                      Story Copyright by Huang YiZhong 

Hunt of Fish

  One bright and sunny day, I felt like fishing. So I packed what I needed ... fishing rod, hooks, weights and of course, worms for bait.

When I reached the jetty, I put a worm on the hook and threw the line in and waited for the fish to bite. I was disappointed when I did not catch anything after waiting for three hours.

I pulled in the line and to my surprise, there was a small fish at the end of the line. The fish was so small that I did not feel any tug on the line.

I was even more surprised when the fish started to talk, "Let me go or I will turn you into a frog!" I was so startled that I just stared at it. The next moment, I was already a frog ... ribit, ribit!



Copyright by Huang YiZhong

BIG & small Sheep (1)

                                 This is Chapter 1 of 3 

Sharing with one another

Once upon a time, there were two sheep. One was a small sheep ... so small (separate hands to show size). It has a soft voice ... baa! The other was a big sheep ... so big (stretch arms to show size). It has a loud voice ... BAA! The two sheep are brothers.

Every day, Big Sheep and Small Sheep would go out to the fields to play together and to look for grass to eat. One morning, as always, the two sheep went out. Big Sheep and Small Sheep gambolled out to the fields to look for grass to eat ... (Get the children to gambol together "to the fields.") Now it has not been raining for many days and most of the grass had dried up.

Big Sheep and Small Sheep gambolled for a long time but they could not find any green grass to eat. They were getting tired. Their feet were tired and they could no longer gambol. So they walked ... (Get the children to drag their feet on the ground.) Big Sheep and Small Sheep walked and walked from morning until afternoon but there were no green grass. As far as they could see all the green grass had become brown.

The sun was getting hotter. Big Sheep and Small Sheep were tired, hungry and thirsty ... (Get the children to stick out their tongues and pant.) But Big Sheep and Small Sheep continued walking and soon they came to a river. They lowered their heads and lapped up some water with their tongue ... (demonstrate how this is done).

When Big Sheep lifted his head, he saw a small green patch under a tree. He gambolled over to the tree. It was a patch of green grass. "BAA, BAA!" he shouted to Small Sheep to come over. Both Big Sheep and Small Sheep were very excited. But the small patch of grass was a very small patch ... it was just enough for one sheep. What should they do? (Pause) Who should eat the small batch of green grass? (Pause) "BAA, BAA! Go ahead and eat it. I am not very hungry" said Big Sheep and he began to move away. "Baa! Let us share the green grass" said Small Sheep. So Big Sheep and Small Sheep shared the small patch of small grass. They were very happy and they gambolled all the way home ... (Get the children to hold hands and gambol "all the way home.")

Big Sheep found the green grass and he could have eaten the grass all by himself. But Big Sheep was generous to let Small Sheep eat the small patch of green grass. Small Sheep was also sharing ... he shared the green grass with Big Sheep. Small Sheep loves Big Sheep and Big Sheep loves Small Sheep.



Note: Like a favourite book, a good story can be repeated over and over. If your children like the story then repeat the first part and continue the story with Chapter Two.

Story Copyright by Alan S.L. Wong

BIG & small Sheep (2)

                                           This is Chapter 2 of 3

United we stand

As they were gambolling home, a big bad wolf was following them. The big bad wolf had not eaten for many days and he was very hungry. He wants to eat both Big Sheep and Small Sheep.

Suddenly, he pounced on both Big Sheep and Small Sheep and started to attack them with his sharp claws. "Run!" shouted Big Sheep to Small Sheep. Small Sheep ran as fast as he could while Big Sheep tried to knock the big bad wolf with his head. But the big bad wolf was too strong for Big Sheep.

Small Sheep ran back to Big Sheep and now both Big Sheep and Small Sheep tried to knock the big bad wolf with their heads. Two sheep were attacking the big bad wolf at the same time and from different directions. Small Sheep attacked on the left and Big Sheep attacked on the right. (Hold up a big pillow against your chest and have the children take turns to butt their heads against the pillow.)

Together Big Sheep and Small Sheep were stronger than the big bad wolf. So the big bad wolf .... all the way home.

Big Sheep and Small Sheep took care of each other. Big Sheep tried to protect Small Sheep from the big bad wolf. But when the big bad wolf proved too strong for Big Sheep, Small Sheep returned to help. United Big Sheep and Small Sheep were strong.

Note: Repeat Chapters One and Two then continue the story with Chapter Three.
 

Story Copyright by Alan S.L. Wong

BIG & small Sheep (3)

                                           This is Chapter 3 of 3

Our Protector

The big bad wolf went and called his other wolf friends to help. So a whole pack of three wolves came and pounced upon Big Sheep and Small Sheep. Big Sheep and Small Sheep tried to fight with the wolves but there were too many of them. "Run and get help" shouted Big Sheep to Small Sheep. Small Sheep ran toward home as fast as he could.

Meanwhile, the Shepherd heard the noises. When he saw Small Sheep running back alone without Big Sheep, he knew something was wrong. He picked up his rod and ran towards Small Sheep. He saw the three wolves attacking Big Sheep. He used his rod to hit the wolves and chased them away.

Both Big Sheep and Small Sheep were hurt. The Shepherd picked up Big Sheep and lifted him up to his shoulders then he carried Small Sheep in his arms. He brought them home and put medicine on their wounds. The Shepherd took good care of Big Sheep and Small Sheep.

Whenever Big Sheep and Small Sheep have troubles, the Shepherd is always there to help them. Jesus is our Shepherd and He will always take care of us.

Story Copyright by Alan S.L. Wong

A Scary Night

It was a dark and stormy night. I was about to go to bed when I heard a tapping sound on my window.

"Who's there?" I shouted. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning; I saw a face at the window. It looked like an alien ... an alien that I had seen on the television show, "the X files."

I felt very scared. I ran to my bed and pulled my blanket over my head. I started to shout for my parents but there was no reply. Then I remembered that they were at a fancy dress party.

I peeped out of my blanket but it was too dark to see anything. Then I heard footsteps. They were getting louder and louder. It was dark but I knew the way to my drawer where I kept my camera. I ran there and took out my camera and started to take pictures in the direction of the window. Soon the footsteps died off.

The grandfather clock struck ... ... It was 12 midnight. I went back to my bed and tried to sleep. But I could not sleep. I felt too frightened. I sat up, my mind was full of thoughts. Time passed ... one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock. Finally, I fell asleep.

I woke up only after eight and decided to investigate. I found some footprints outside my bedroom window. I measured them with a tape and found them to be exactly the same size as my father's shoes. The footprints ended at the door of my house. I then went to town to get the film developed. But when I saw the photos I was shocked. They were black and I could hardly see anything. Then I remembered that I did not use the flash.

When I reached home I told my father the whole incident and he started to laugh. I started laughing too when he told me that he had dressed up as an alien for the party. Today, I am still amused to think I was so afraid of my own father.

Home Alone

My brother and I were alone in our apartment. My parents had gone for a function and had left me in charge. I was doing my homework while my younger brother was watching television. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! My younger brother rushed to the door thinking that our parents had come home; he unlocked the door and opened it.

Outside, stood a tall man wearing a black raincoat and black rubber boots. He said that he was a salesman and asked politely if our mother or father was at home.

Without thinking, my brother said, "No." He asked if we would like to buy some comic books, which he was selling. I quickly explained that we were not supposed to buy anything without our parents' permission.

Then, as I was about to close the door, he forced his way into our house. He took out a knife and forced me to tie up my brother's hands with some rope which he took out from his pocket. I tied up his hands but I tied it in a special way so my brother could untie himself. The man then tied my hands up and locked both of us in the kitchen.

Soon, he went upstairs to search the bedroom for valuables. I managed to teach my brother to untie the rope on his hands. He then untied me. I rushed to the telephone to call the police, but the line was dead. The doors were all locked from the outside and I did not have the keys to unlock them. Luckily, the robber forgot to lock the kitchen window. My brother managed to get out of the house through the window and I told him to go to the neighbourhood police post and call for help.

My brother brought the police to our house and the robber was caught. We had to go to the police station to make a report. At the police station, we found out that the robber was a wanted criminal whom the police have been trying to catch for a long time. The police thanked us for our good work.

By that time, our parents had come home. We told them the whole story about the robbery. My parents were thankful that we were not hurt but they lectured me for not stopping my brother from opening the door to strangers. I learnt a lesson on safety and responsibility.

Copyright by Huang YiPeng

The Time Machine

I am Professor Huang and I have just invented a time machine that allows people to travel into the past or the future for five hours.

I thought that it would be fun to see what my father was like when he was 10 years old.

I packed a small bag and got into my time machine. I keyed in the words, "1964, 11 Niven Road, Singapore" then pressed the button. There was a "whoosh" and a "bang" ... the time machine was shaking and spinning and in a moment, I was in front of the pre-war house, 11 Niven Road.

I saw four children looking for a lost dog. I recognised them ... they were my father, my uncle Kelvin, my auntie Peek and auntie Janet. I introduced myself as an old friend and agreed to help them look for their lost dog, Blackie.

The children wanted to climb a hill and looked into the houses below. By the time we reached the top, we were tired and decided to sit down and rest. Suddenly I heard a dog barking. "Blackie!" my father shouted. We traced the source of the barking to one of the houses. We looked down and saw a dog chained to a pole. It was Blackie and he looked frightened.

The children boldly knocked on the door of the house and demanded that the man (who came to the door) return Blackie to them. The man asked the children to prove the black dog was Blackie. My father called out Blackie's name and the dog responded with an enthusiastic woa woa. The man reluctantly gave Blackie back to the children.

We went back to 11 Niven Road and I bid them goodbye. My five hours were almost up. I ran to a dark alley and in a flash I was gone. I found myself back in my time. What an adventure!

                                                 Copyright by Huang YiPeng