Bhoja lived in the terai. The terai is the region at the foot of the Himalayas where the grasses grow tall, and the forest is thick.
Bhoja loved the forest. He knew the birds and beasts that lived there. He knew the trees where the honeybees built their huge combs, and the caves where the bats hung upside down.
He liked to sit by the pond where the sarus cranes waded, and the deer came when they were thirsty....
This is a story of long, long ago.
Surya the sun god had a very beautiful daughter. She was tall, with long golden hair that almost touched her toes. And she was gentle as the soft, wispy white clouds that float by on clear blue day.
Though she loved her home in the sky, each morning, as brightness spread across the heavens, she came down earth, to the wonderful green forests that grew there.
She walked among the trees all day....
There was a time, when the elephant’s nose was no bigger than a boot that he could wriggle from side to side. But an elephant’s child changed all that.
He was a curious fellow who asked ever so many questions.
He asked the ostrich why her tail feathers grew just so.
He asked the giraffe what made his skin spotty.
He asked the hippo why his eyes were red, and the baboon
why melons tasted as they did....
When wisps of white
Sail across the sky
When the breeze blows warm
And the days grow long
From somewhere in the distance
You can hear my song
Coo-ooo, Coo-ooo Coo-oooo
When mangoes ripen
In the dark green trees
And hovering around
Are busy buzzy bees
Right over the wall
You can hear my call
Coo-o, Coo-oo, Cooo-ooo
Koel [Illustration by Kusum Chamoli] When plump wild figs
Go squish under your feet...
Long ago, there lived in China a young boy called Chi Yu.
Chi Yu lived with his mother in a tiny house at the edge of the village. There were beautiful green meadows all around and tall hills. Every year after the rains, the fields looked greener and more beautiful than ever before.
Each morning as the sun peeped into his window, Chi Yu jumped out of bed. He ran to the fields to cut the fresh grass that had grown at night....
A silly young cricket
Sat on a wicket
Singing all summer long
He strummed his guitar
And danced all the while
Other creatures were busy
Gathering their pile
Soon winter came
And he began to complain
For he hadn’t a morsel to nibble on.
So off he went
In the wind and rain
The Silly Cricket [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli] To the little black ants
For a mouthful of grain.
But ants don’t lend...
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