Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, the toad had a smooth skin. In those days he was a great gad about.
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How the Tiger Got His Stripes – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, so long ago that the tiger had no stripes upon his back and the rabbit still had his tail, there was a tiger who had a farm.
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Why the Lamb Is Meek – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time there was a little lamb frisking gaily about the pasture. The bright sunshine and the soft breezes made him very happy.
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Why the Tiger and the Stag Fear Each Other – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time there was a large handsome stag with great branching horns. One day he said to himself, “I am tired of having no home of my own, and of just living anywhere.
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How the Speckled Hen Got Her Speckles – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, there was a little white hen. One day she was busily engaged in scratching the soil to find worms and insects for her breakfast.
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How the Monkey Became a Trickster – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time there was a beautiful garden in which grew all sorts of fruits. Many beasts lived in the garden and they were permitted to eat of the fruits whenever they wished.
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How the Monkey and the Goat Earned Their Reputations – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time the tiger sent an invitation to the goat asking the goat to accompany him on a visit.
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How the Monkey Got a Drink When He Was Thirsty – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time the monkey made the tiger very angry. This is how it happened.
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How the Monkey Got Food When He Was Hungry – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time the monkey was hungry. He wanted to make some porridge, but he did not have any money to buy meal to make the porridge.
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Why the Bananas Belong to the Monkey – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Perhaps you do not know it, but the monkeys think that all the bananas belong to them. When Brazilian children eat bananas they say, “I am a monkey.”
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How the Monkey Escaped Being Eaten – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, people ate fruits and nuts. Then there came a time when the fruits and nuts became scarce.
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Why the Monkey Still Has a Tail – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time the monkey and the rabbit made a contract. The monkey was to kill all the butterflies and the rabbit was to kill all the snakes.
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How Black Became White – Brazilian Fairy Tales
One often hears the saying that one cannot make black white or white black. I said something about it once upon a time to my Brazilian ama and she stared at me in surprise.
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How the Pigeon Became a Tame Bird – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time there was a father with three sons who had reached the age when they must go out into the world to earn their own living.
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How Night Came – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Years and years ago at the very beginning of time, when the world had just been made, there was no night.
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Why the Sea Moans – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time there was a little princess who lived in a magnificent royal palace.
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How the Rabbit Lost His Tail – Brazilian Fairy Tales
Once upon a time, ages and ages ago, the rabbit had a long tail, but the cat had none. She looked with envious eyes at the one which the rabbit had.
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How the Brazilian Beetles Got Their Gorgeous Coats – Brazilian Fairy Tales
In Brazil the beetles have such beautifully coloured, hard-shelled coats upon their backs that they are often set in pins and necklaces like precious stones.
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THE STORY OF THE PLENTIFUL TABLECLOTH, THE AVENGING WAND, THE SASH THAT BECOMES A LAKE, AND THE TERRIBLE HELMET – Slavic Fairy Tales
NOW it once happened that one of the king’s herdsmen had three sons. Two of these lads were supposed to be very sharp-witted, while the youngest was thought to be very stupid indeed.
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KINKACH MARTINKO – Slavic Fairy Tales
ONCE upon a time there was a poor woman who had an only daughter, named Helen, a very lazy girl. One day when she had refused to do a single thing, her mother took her down to the banks of a stream and began to strike her fingers with a flat stone, just as you do in beating linen to wash it.
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