Category Bedtime Stories for Kids

A fox was walking through the forest when he fell into a deep hole. And there he sat and sat, till all at once he began to feel hungry.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and his wife, and one day she said to him: “Make me a straw ox and smear him over with pitch.”

There was once an old man and he had three little daughters, and one day he said to them:

One day a peasant saw a bear asleep in the forest, so he crept up to him and cut off one of his hind paws with an axe.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and his wife. She had one daughter of her own, and he had one of his own.

One summer a certain peasant's crops failed him, and so he had no food to give to his animals, which were a cock and a dog.

Once upon a time a certain peasant lost his wife, then he lost his other relations, and then he was left alone with no one to help him in his home or his fields.

There was once a wolf, and he got very hungry, and so he went to have a look to see what he could find for dinner.

Once upon a time there lived a man and his wife, and they had a goat and a ram.

A cock was scratching one day in the earth under the wall of a cottage when he found a bean.

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The abbot of the Monastery of Moville sent word to the story-tellers of Ireland that when they were in his neighbourhood they should call at the monastery, for he wished to collect and write down the stories which were in danger of being forgotten.

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There are more worlds than one, and in many ways they are unlike each other.

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Fionn mac Uail was the most prudent chief of an army in the world, but he was not always prudent on his own account.

CHAPTER I.  One day something happened to Fionn, the son of Uail; that is, he departed from the world of men, and was set wandering in great distress of mind through Faery.

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"I think," said Cairell Whiteskin, "that although judgement was given against Fionn, it was Fionn had the rights of it."

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We do not know where Becfola came from. Nor do we know for certain where she went to.

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EVENING was drawing nigh, and the Fianna-Finn had decided to hunt no more that day. The hounds were whistled to heel, and a sober, homeward march began.

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There are people who do not like dogs a bit—they are usually women—but in this story there is a man who did not like dogs.

He was a king, a seer and a poet. He was a lord with a manifold and great train. He was our magician, our knowledgable one, our soothsayer.

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Finnian, the Abbott of Moville, went southwards and eastwards in great haste.