The birds of the jungle had no king. It was a real embarrassment for them since everyone else in the jungle had kings.
A king is someone who heads the flock and decides every thing for them. All the birds decided they too needed a king. The called a meeting to resolve the problem.
But who will be the king?
The Mynah had an idea. “Let the bird who can fly the highest be made king of the air,” she said....
An empty goods train was speeding through a jungle. Up front, in the engine, was the driver and at the back, in the last compartment, was the guard. Apart from them, the entire train was empty.
A goods train carries goods. Like logs of wood, or boxes of chocolate – ummm, even cars and jeeps. But this train had been carrying coal. It had brought coal from a mine in Dhanbad in Bihar for a thermal power station in Delhi called “Badarpur”....
This happened a long long time ago. In a small village in southern Orissa, there lived an old woodcutter.
One day, when he was going to the forest to cut wood, he met the tiger. The woodcutter stopped in his tracks on seeing the king of the jungle. But, strangely enough, the tiger did not roar on seeing the woodcutter. He remained silent. The woodcutter was baffled. How was he to know that the tiger was blind?...
Chakram was a happy-go-lucky donkey who lived in the Rumpum Jungle. In the brains department he was sadly lacking, even as donkeys go.
But on the scale of contentment he rated very high. He was a happy, carefree sort of fellow who wanted nothing but tender grass to chew on and the shade of a leafy tree under which to laze. And since Rumpum had plenty of both, Chakram was as close to nirvana or salvation as any donkey can get....
Far away in the jungles
where the green grass grows,
lived families of mynas
their nest in rows.
They were friends and foes
who played and fought for fun.
But when it came to the enemy
they stood together as one.
One morning they were surprised
a strange creature there to find.
Loud, noisy with strange scary ways
a being like that…seemed a ferocious kind.
The Jungle [Illustration by Anup Singh] Eager to befriend the new...
The king of the jungle, the lion, lived in a big dark cave at the foot of the hill. He was a good king, and used to hunt only when he was hungry. Every night, he would go out to hunt and bring back one animal to his cave. After eating to his heart’s content, he would go to sleep.
In his cave, a little mouse had made her house too. She would wait for the king to fall asleep, and then come out to eat, the leftovers....
The red-and-silver Dragonfly happily flitted across the pool:
“Zim, Zim, Zim,
Over the water I skim.
Now dart in,
Now dart out,
And turn about.”
The Last of the Big Ones [By Uma Anand] “Oh, bother,” croaked a hoarse voice as with a plop, a large Bullfrog settled himself on a lily pad. “A little less darting and dashing might be better all round. It’s hot and dusty enough without your hovering above my head....
“ROAR!” growled the lion. “Everyone is scared of me!”
“HRMPHH!” trumpeted the elephant. “Everyone is scared of me!”
“What about me?” purred the panther. “I, too, frighten everyone!”
The Jungle Contest [Illustrations by Shiju George] “No one can run faster than me!” snarled the cheetah. “Everyone is scared of
“GROWL!” growled the tiger, baring his teeth. “I dare any one to cross my
path! I’ll gobble them up!”
“HA! HA! HA!...
Why are you looking so sad?” Ullu, the wise old owl, asked Kabbu, the white pigeon.
“You too would look sad if you were going to lose your job,” snapped Kabbu.
Kabbu was the head of the Postal Department of their jungle Olango, which was the biggest and most prosperous jungle around. Kabbu and his fleet of 21 pigeons carried letters, parcels, money orders, postal orders, etc., from Olango to the other jungles and back. Their fleet was considered the smartest, fastest and easily the most efficient in all of Jungledom....
A boy was standing on the roof of his house, looking down at the valley below. His house was the last of a row of houses. Beyond it stretched a dark and menacing jungle. Although he had been living in the valley all his life, the boy had never stepped inside the jungle. He had heard that it was full of wild animals that ate up any human they came across.
He could see the forest from his window....
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