<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Daily Routine on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/daily-routine/</link><description>Recent content in Daily Routine on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 21:46:31 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/tags/daily-routine/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>What's for Dinner!</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/whats-for-dinner/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jul 2002 07:13:10 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/folktales/whats-for-dinner/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A little hen lived at the edge of a forest colony. She lived all by herself and did all her work on her own. Early in the morning she hunted around for worms in the forest; in the day she cleaned up the house; then she cooked, ate and spent the rest of her time in peace. In short, hers was a happy life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Close by lived a middle-aged fox with his old mother. And, as you can imagine, if the fox was a little elderly, mother fox was quite definitely ancient.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Day in the Life of a Magician</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/excerpts-from-a-day-in-the-life-of-a-magician/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2001 13:31:25 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/excerpts-from-a-day-in-the-life-of-a-magician/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpts from  &amp;lsquo;A Day in the Life of a Magician&amp;rsquo;. First published by Vigyan Prasar, India&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Years ago I gave up hanging up a stocking on Christmas Eve. One reason is that I have no stockings to hang, because I almost always wear trousers, and even when I wear shorts I wear socks with them so as to make my calves brown. And I don&amp;rsquo;t think Father Christmas would find room in a sock for all the things I want. So when I woke up on Christmas morning I was rather surprised to see one of my socks hanging on the bottom of the bed, and much more so when it got up and walked along the counterpane towards me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>