Animals
The Great Race of the Snail and the Gazelle 🐌🦌
Hello, how are you? I hope you are doing well.
Today I want to tell you a story about how the Snail and Gazelle Race happened. It is a good story to help you go to sleep peacefully, and maybe even dream about this story.
In the heart of the forest, the animals decided to organize a race. Gina, the gazelle, was known for being the fastest of all, and everyone expected her to win easily. But, to the surprise of many, Charlie the snail, the slowest of all, decided to join the competition.
When Charlie approached the starting line, some animals couldn’t help but laugh. «How are you going to compete against Gina?» they asked in disbelief. But Charlie was not intimidated and calmly replied: «The race is not always won by the fastest, but by the one who never gives up.»
The judge of the race, the wise Owl, smiled at Charlie’s bravery and gave the starting signal. Gina shot off like lightning, moving with grace and speed, while Charlie began his journey slowly, crawling on the ground with determination.
The animals continued to laugh at seeing Charlie move so slowly. Gina, confident in her speed, decided to stop and rest under the shade of a large tree. “Charlie will never catch up with me,” she thought as she relaxed, enjoying the forest breeze.
Meanwhile, Charlie did not stop. He moved forward little by little, but without stopping. His body felt tired, but his spirit was strong. As he moved forward, the animals began to notice his effort and stopped laughing. Now they watched him with admiration.
Gina, seeing that Charlie was closer than she had imagined, was startled and quickly jumped to continue. However, in her hurry to win, she tripped on some branches and got trapped. She twisted and tried to free herself, but she could not move with the same agility as before.
Charlie, for his part, continued to advance slowly, with each step firmer than the last. At last, he reached the finish line, crossing it proudly. The forest animals greeted him with cheers and applause. Gina, who was still struggling to free herself from the branches, arrived next, humiliated but also surprised by Charlies victory.
Judge Owl approached Charlie and said loudly so that all the animals could hear: “Today we have learned that the race is not always won by the fastest, but by the one who never stops trying. Perseverance and constant effort are more valuable than speed.”
Gina, still recovering from her defeat, approached Charlie. “Congratulations, Charlie,” she said humbly. “You have taught me an important lesson. I promise that next time I will not be so confident.”
Charlie, smiling, replied: “We all have something to learn, Gina. The important thing is that we never stop trying.”
And so, in the forest, everyone learned that true victory is not in being the fastest, but in being persistent and never giving up. From that day on, Charlie was admired for his courage and perseverance, and Gina for her humility and willingness to learn.
Zor the Lion Who Chose Singing Over Roaring – Educational Kids’ Story
Today I’m going to tell you about a lion who didn’t like to roar, he wanted to sing like the birds. So make yourselves comfortable and let’s go through the story.
In the vast jungle, where the sun shone brightly and the tall trees rustled in the wind, lived a young lion named Zor. His father, Makoa, was the king of the jungle, famous for his powerful roar that echoed throughout the savannah. As the king’s son, everyone expected Zor to also have an imposing roar that would make him the future leader. However, Zor had a secret: he didn’t like to roar.
One day, while walking through the jungle, Zor heard a sound that made him stop. It was the song of birds, soft and melodic, floating through the trees. Fascinated, Zor tried to imitate it. First, he let out a soft growl, but then, unintentionally, he began to sing. How wonderful it was! His voice flowed like the wind through the leaves. Zor realized that what he really liked was not roaring like a lion, but singing like the birds.
Excited by his new discovery, Zor ran to his father. «Dad, I think I’ve found what I like to do,» he said with a big smile. «I want to be a singing lion!»
Makoa frowned. «Singing? Zor, lions are known for their roar. It’s our symbol of strength. A king must roar loudly to protect the jungle. Singing is not what is expected of a Lion King.»
Zor felt discouraged, but he couldn’t deny what he had discovered. He liked singing and felt that it was his true calling. So he decided to seek advice from Mandira the wise jungle elephant.
«Mandira, I want to sing instead of roar, but my father says that a king must roar loudly,» Zor explained, as they walked through the jungle.
Mandira, with her trunk held high, responded with a smile. «Zor, being a king doesn’t mean always following the same rules. A true leader finds his own way. If singing is what makes you happy, maybe that’s your true strength.»
Motivated by Mandira’s words, Zor began to practice his singing. He joined the choir of birds, who taught him to control his voice and use it to inspire others. Day after day, his voice became stronger and more beautiful. He didn’t just sing, but he did it with his heart, spreading joy and hope to all the animals in the forest.
The most important day of his life arrived. It was time for Zor to prove that he was ready to be the next king. All the animals in the jungle gathered to hear the roar of the future leader. Zor took a deep breath and looked at his father, who expected to hear a loud roar. But Zor didn’t roar. Instead, he began to sing.
His song spoke of the jungle, of the animals that inhabited it, of the wind and the river, of peace and unity. The animals fell silent, mesmerized by the melody. His voice echoed in every corner, filling the air with harmony. Even his father, Makoa, couldn’t help but get emotional.
When Zor finished, all the animals clapped and cheered. He had accomplished something incredible: his song had united the jungle in a way that had never been seen before. Makoa approached his son, tears in his eyes. «Zor, today you have shown me that there are many ways to be a leader. Being a king doesn’t mean doing what everyone expects, but being true to yourself. I’m proud of you.»
From that day on, Zor became the king of the jungle. He didn’t roar, but with his music he filled all the animals with peace and joy. And so, Zor taught the jungle that true strength is not always found in a roar, but in following one’s own path.