Fairy tale caring mother. Stories about animals for schoolchildren

04.07.2020

Once the shepherds caught a fox cub and brought it to us. We put the animal in an empty barn.

The cub was still small, all gray, the muzzle was dark, and the tail was white at the end. The animal huddled in the far corner of the barn and looked around frightened. From fear, he did not even bite when we stroked him, but only pressed his ears and trembled all over.

Mom poured milk into a bowl for him and put it right next to him. But the frightened animal did not drink milk.

Then dad said that the fox should be left alone - let him look around, get comfortable in a new place.

I really did not want to leave, but dad locked the door and we went home. It was already evening, and soon everyone went to bed.

I woke up at night. I hear a puppy yelping and whining somewhere very close by. Where do you think he came from? Looked out the window. It was already light outside. From the window I could see the barn where the fox was. It turns out that he was whining like a puppy.

Right behind the barn, the forest began.

Suddenly I saw a fox jump out of the bushes, stop, listen, and stealthily run up to the barn. Immediately, the yelping in it stopped, and a joyful squeal was heard instead.

I slowly woke my mom and dad, and we all started looking out the window together.

The fox was running around the barn, trying to dig the ground under it. But there was a strong stone foundation, and the fox could not do anything. Soon she ran away into the bushes, and the fox cub again began to whine loudly and plaintively.

I wanted to watch the fox all night, but dad said that she would not come again, and ordered me to go to bed.

I woke up late and, having dressed, first of all I hurried to visit the little fox. What is it? .. On the threshold near the door lay a dead hare.

I rather ran to my dad and brought him with me.

That's the thing! - said dad, seeing the hare. - This means that the mother fox once again came to the fox and brought him food. She could not get inside, so she left it outside. What a caring mother!

All day I hovered around the barn, looked into the cracks, and twice went with my mother to feed the fox. And in the evening I could not fall asleep in any way, I kept jumping out of bed and looking out the window to see if the fox had come.

Finally, my mother got angry and covered the window with a dark curtain.

But in the morning I got up a little before light and immediately ran to the barn. This time, it was no longer a hare lying on the threshold, but a strangled neighbor's chicken. It can be seen that the fox again came to visit the fox cub at night. She failed to catch prey in the forest for him, so she climbed into the neighbors' chicken coop, strangled the chicken and brought it to her cub.

Dad had to pay for the chicken, and besides, he got a lot from the neighbors.

Take the fox away wherever you want, they shouted, otherwise the fox will transfer the whole bird with us!

There was nothing to do, dad had to put the fox in a bag and take it back to the forest, to the fox holes.

Since then, the fox has not returned to the village.

(1) Once the shepherds caught a fox cub and brought it to us. (2) We put the animal in an empty barn.
(3) Mom poured milk into a bowl for him and put it right next to him. (4) But the frightened animal did not drink milk. (5) At night I woke up, I hear, somewhere very close, a puppy is yapping and whining. (6) Where, I think, did he come from?
(7) Looked out the window. (8) It was already getting light outside. (9) From the window a barn was visible where the fox was. (10) It turns out that he was whining like a puppy.
(11) Suddenly I saw a fox jump out of the bushes, stop, listen, and stealthily ran up to the barn. (12) Immediately, the yelping in it stopped, and a joyful squeal was heard instead.
(13) The fox ran around the barn, tried to undermine the ground under it. (14) But there was a strong stone foundation, and the fox could not do anything. (15) Soon she ran into the bushes, and the fox again began loudly
and whine plaintively.
(16) I wanted to guard the fox all night, but dad said that she would not come again, and ordered me to go to bed. (17) I woke up late
and, having dressed, first of all hastened to visit the little fox. (18) What is it? .. (19) A dead hare lay on the threshold near the door itself. (20) I rather ran to my dad and brought him with me.
- (21) That's the thing! - said dad, seeing the hare. - (22) This means that the mother fox once again came to the fox and brought him food, but she could not get inside, so she left it outside.

(According to G. Skrebitsky)

Read the text to yourself and complete the task in writing.

Content of the correct answer and evaluation criteria written statement	Points
The answer can be formulated like this: The fox whined plaintively, yapped. When he sensed his mother, he let out a joyful squeal. The answer can be given in a different wording that is close in meaning.
The correct answer is given, the sentence may contain one speech defect or one spelling, or one punctuation, or one grammatical error	2
The correct answer is given, one speech defect and one spelling, or one punctuation, or one grammatical error can be made in the sentence. The correct answer is given, the sentence can contain one speech defect and two spelling errors in the absence of punctuation and grammatical errors. The correct answer is given, one speech defect and two punctuation errors can be made in the sentence in the absence of spelling and grammatical errors. The correct answer is given, in the sentence one speech defect and two grammatical errors can be made in the absence of spelling and punctuation errors. In total, in a sentence containing the correct answer, no more than three errors should be made in total (including only one speech defect)	1
The correct answer is given, there are more than three errors in the sentence. OR Answer is wrong	0
Maximum score	2

2. In sentences 4-9, find a word that means "a building for storing grain, supplies, things or goods." Write out this word.

Answer: barn
For a correct answer - 1 point

3. In sentences 14–16, find an antonym for the word “fragile” and write it out.

Answer: strong
For a correct answer - 1 point.
For an incorrect answer or its absence - 0 points.

4. Identify and write down the main idea of the text.

The content of the correct answer and the criteria for evaluating a written statement	Points
Main idea of the text The mother fox could not come to terms with the fact that her son was taken away. She yearned for him, tried to save him, brought him food. The motherless fox was lonely. The main idea of the text can be given in a different wording that is close in meaning.
The main idea is defined correctly, completely; the sentence is constructed correctly, it uses words in their proper meaning	2
The main idea is defined correctly, but not completely enough; the sentence is constructed correctly, the words are used in it in their own meaning. OR The main idea is defined correctly, completely; There are one or two speech defects in the sentence. OR The main idea is defined correctly, but not completely enough; There is one speech error in the sentence.	1
The main idea is defined correctly, completely; There are more than two speech defects in the sentence. OR The main idea is defined correctly, but not completely enough; The sentence contains two or more speech defects. OR The main idea is not defined / defined incorrectly, regardless of the presence / absence of speech defects in sentence construction and word usage	0
Maximum score	2

Once we were given a young squirrel. She very soon became completely tame, ran around all the rooms, climbed on cabinets, whatnots, and so deftly - she would never drop anything, she would not break anything.

In my father's study, huge deer antlers were nailed over the sofa. The squirrel often climbed them: it used to climb onto the horn and sit on it, like on a tree knot.

She knew us guys well. As soon as you enter the room, the squirrel jumps from somewhere from the closet right onto your shoulder. This means - she asks for sugar or candy. I really liked sweets.

Sweets and sugar in our dining room, in the buffet, lay. They were never locked up, because we children did not take anything without asking.

But somehow mom calls us all to the dining room and shows an empty vase:

Who took the candy from here?

We look at each other and are silent - we do not know which of us did this. Mom shook her head and said nothing. And the next day, the sugar from the buffet disappeared and again no one confessed that he had taken it. At this point, my father got angry, said that now everything will be locked up, and he won’t give us sweets all week.

And the squirrel, along with us, was left without sweets. He used to jump up on his shoulder, rub his muzzle against his cheek, pull his teeth behind his ear - he asks for sugar. And where to get it?

Once after dinner I sat quietly on the sofa in the dining room and read. Suddenly I see: the squirrel jumped up on the table, grabbed a crust of bread in its teeth - and on the floor, and from there to the cabinet. A minute later, I look, I climbed onto the table again, grabbed the second crust - and again on the cabinet.

“Wait,” I think, “where is she carrying all the bread?” I set up a chair, looked at the closet. I see my mother's old hat is lying. I lifted it - here you go! There is nothing under it: sugar, and sweets, and bread, and various bones ...

I go straight to my father, I show: “That's who our thief is!”

The father laughed and said:

How could I not have thought of this before! After all, it is our squirrel that makes reserves for the winter. Now it's autumn, in the wild all the squirrels are storing food, and ours is not far behind, it is also stocking up.

After such an incident, they stopped locking sweets from us, only they attached a hook to the sideboard so that the squirrel could not climb there. But the squirrel did not calm down on this, everything continued to prepare supplies for the winter. If he finds a crust of bread, a nut or a bone, he will grab it, run away and hide it somewhere.

And then we went somehow to the forest for mushrooms. They came late in the evening tired, ate - and rather sleep. They left a purse with mushrooms on the window: it’s cool there, they won’t go bad until morning.

We get up in the morning - the whole basket is empty. Where did the mushrooms go? Suddenly, the father screams from the office, calling us. We ran to him, we look - all the deer antlers above the sofa are hung with mushrooms. And on the towel hook, and behind the mirror, and behind the picture - mushrooms everywhere. This squirrel tried hard early in the morning: she hung mushrooms for herself to dry for the winter.

In the forest, squirrels always dry mushrooms on branches in autumn. So ours hastened. It looks like it's winter.

The cold really came soon. The squirrel kept trying to get somewhere in a corner, where it would be warmer, but once it disappeared altogether. Searched, searched for her - nowhere. Probably ran into the garden, and from there into the forest.

We felt sorry for the squirrels, but nothing can be done.

They gathered to heat the stove, closed the air vent, laid firewood, set it on fire. Suddenly, something is being brought in the stove, it will rustle! We quickly opened the air vent, and from there a squirrel jumped out like a bullet - and right on the cabinet.

And the smoke from the stove pours into the room, it doesn’t go up the chimney. What's happened? The brother made a hook out of thick wire and put it through the vent into the pipe to see if there was anything there.

We look - he drags a tie from the pipe, his mother's glove, even found his grandmother's festive scarf there.

All this our squirrel dragged into the pipe for its nest. That's what it is! Although he lives in the house, he does not leave forest habits. Such, apparently, is their squirrel nature.

Georgy Skrebitsky. caring mother

Once the shepherds caught a fox cub and brought it to us. We put the animal in an empty barn.

Mom poured milk into a bowl for him and put it right next to him. But the frightened animal did not drink milk.

Then dad said that the fox should be left alone - let him look around, get used to the new place.

I really didn't want to leave, but dad locked the door and we went home. It was already evening, and soon everyone went to bed.

Right behind the barn, the forest began.

Suddenly I saw a fox jump out of the bushes, stop, listen, and stealthily run up to the barn. Immediately, the yelping in it stopped, and a joyful squeal was heard instead.

I slowly woke my mom and dad, and we all started looking out the window together.

I wanted to watch the fox all night, but dad said that she would not come again, and ordered me to go to bed.

I woke up late and, having dressed, first of all I hurried to visit the little fox. What is it? .. On the threshold near the door lay a dead hare. I rather ran to my dad and brought him with me.

- That's the thing! - said dad, seeing the hare. - This means that the fox mother once again came to the fox cub and brought him food. She could not get inside, so she left it outside. What a caring mother!

All day I hovered around the barn, looked into the cracks, and twice went with my mother to feed the fox. And in the evening I couldn’t fall asleep in any way, I kept jumping out of bed and looking out the window to see if the fox had come.

Finally, my mother got angry and covered the window with a dark curtain.

But in the morning I got up like light and immediately ran to the barn. This time, it was no longer a hare lying on the threshold, but a strangled neighbor's chicken. It can be seen that the fox again came to visit the fox cub at night. She failed to catch prey in the forest for him, so she climbed into the neighbors' chicken coop, strangled the chicken and brought it to her cub.

Dad had to pay for the chicken, and besides, he got a lot from the neighbors.

“Take the fox away wherever you want,” they shouted, “otherwise the fox will transfer the whole bird with us!”

There was nothing to do, dad had to put the fox in a bag and take it back to the forest, to the fox holes.

Since then, the fox has not returned to the village.

Georgy Skrebitsky. fluff

A hedgehog lived in our house, it was tame. When he was stroked, he pressed the thorns to his back and became completely soft. That's why we called him Fluff.

If Fluffy was hungry, he would chase me like a dog. At the same time, the hedgehog puffed, snorted and bit my legs, demanding food.

In the summer I took Fluff with me for a walk in the garden. He ran along the paths, caught frogs, beetles, snails and ate them with appetite.

When winter came, I stopped taking Fluffy for walks and kept him at home. We now fed Fluff with milk, soup, and soaked bread. A hedgehog used to eat up, climb behind the stove, curl up in a ball and sleep. And in the evening he will come out and start running around the rooms. He runs all night, stomping his paws, disturbing everyone's sleep. So he lived in our house for more than half the winter and never went outside.

But here I was about to go sledding down the mountain, but there were no comrades in the yard. I decided to take Pushka with me. He took out a box, spread hay there and planted a hedgehog, and to keep him warm, he also covered it with hay on top. I put the box in the sled and ran to the pond, where we always rolled down the mountain.

I ran at full speed, imagining myself a horse, and carried Pushka in a sledge.

It was very good: the sun was shining, the frost pinched the ears and nose. On the other hand, the wind died down completely, so that the smoke from the village chimneys did not swirl, but rested in straight pillars against the sky.

I looked at these pillars, and it seemed to me that it was not smoke at all, but thick blue ropes descended from the sky and small toy houses were tied to them by pipes below.

I rolled my fill from the mountain, drove the sled with the hedgehog home.

I'm taking it - suddenly guys meet me: they run to the village to watch the dead wolf. The hunters had just brought him there.

I quickly put the sled in the barn and also rushed to the village after the guys. We stayed there until the evening. They watched how the skin was removed from the wolf, how it was straightened on a wooden horn.

I remembered Pushka only the next day. He was very scared that he had run away somewhere. I immediately rushed to the barn, to the sled. I look - my Fluffy lies, curled up, in a box and does not move. No matter how much I shook him or shook him, he did not even move. During the night, apparently, he completely froze and died.

I ran to the guys, told about my misfortune. They all mourned together, but there was nothing to be done, and decided to bury Fluff in the garden, bury it in the snow in the very box in which he died.

For a whole week we all grieved for poor Pushka. And then they gave me a live owl - they caught it in our barn. He was wild. We began to tame him and forgot about Pushka.

But now spring has come, but what a warm one! Once in the morning I went to the garden: it is especially nice there in the spring - the finches sing, the sun is shining, there are huge puddles all around, like lakes. I make my way carefully along the path so as not to scoop up dirt in my galoshes. Suddenly ahead, in a pile of last year's leaves, something was brought in. I stopped. Who is this animal? Which? A familiar muzzle appeared from under the dark leaves, and black eyes looked straight at me.

Not remembering myself, I rushed to the animal. A second later I was already holding Fluffy in my hands, and he was sniffing my fingers, snorting and poking my palm with a cold nose, demanding food.

Right there on the ground lay a thawed box of hay, in which Fluffy slept safely all winter. I picked up the box, put the hedgehog in it, and triumphantly brought it home.

Georgy Skrebitsky. Orphan

The guys brought us a small shirt ... He could not fly yet, he only jumped. We fed him cottage cheese, porridge, soaked bread, gave him small pieces of boiled meat; He ate everything, refused nothing.

Soon the chemise grew a long tail and its wings were overgrown with stiff black feathers. He quickly learned to fly and moved to live from the room to the balcony.

Only this was the trouble with him: our shirt could not learn to eat on his own. Quite an adult bird, such a beautiful one, it flies well, but everything, like a little chick, asks for food. You go out onto the balcony, sit down at the table, the magpie is already right there, spinning in front of you, crouching, puffing up its wings, opening its mouth. And it's funny and pitiful. Mom even called her Orphan. She used to put cottage cheese or soaked bread in her mouth, swallow forty - and again begins to ask, but she herself does not peck from the plate. We taught and taught her - nothing came of it, so we had to stuff food into her mouth. Orphan used to eat, shake herself, look with a cunning black eye at the plate, if there is anything else tasty there, and fly up on the crossbar to the very ceiling or fly into the garden, into the yard ... She flew everywhere and was familiar with everyone : with a fat cat Ivanych, with a hunting dog Jack, with ducks, chickens; even with the old pugnacious rooster Petrovich, the magpie was on friendly terms. He bullied everyone in the yard, but did not touch her. It used to be that chickens pecked from the trough, and the magpie immediately turned around. It smells deliciously of warm soaked bran, I want a magpie to have breakfast in a friendly chicken company, but nothing comes of it. The Orphan sticks to the chickens, crouches, squeaks, opens its beak - no one wants to feed it. She will also jump up to Petrovich, squeak, and he will only look at her, muttering: “What an outrage this is!” - and walk away. And then suddenly he flaps his strong wings, stretches his neck up, strains, stands on tiptoe and sings: “Ku-ka-re-ku!” so loud you can even hear it across the river.

And the magpie jumps and jumps around the yard, flies into the stable, looks into the cow's stall ... Everyone eats by themselves, and she again has to fly to the balcony and ask to be fed from her hands.

Once there was no one to mess with the magpie. Everyone was busy all day. Already she pestered, pestered everyone - no one feeds her!

That day I caught fish in the river in the morning, returned home only in the evening and threw out the worms left over from fishing in the yard. Let the chickens peck.

Petrovich immediately noticed the prey, ran up and began to call the chickens: “Ko-ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko-ko!" And they, as luck would have it, scattered somewhere, not a single one in the yard. Already the rooster is knocked out of his strength! He calls, calls, then grabs the worm in his beak, shakes it, throws it and calls again - for no reason does the first one want to eat. Even hoarse, but the chickens still do not go.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, forty. She flew up to Petrovich, spread her wings and opened her mouth: feed me, they say.

The rooster immediately cheered up, grabbed a huge worm in its beak, lifted it, shaking it in front of the very nose of the magpie. She looked, looked, then the worm's chop - and ate it! And the rooster gives her a second. She ate both the second and the third, and Petrovich himself pecked the fourth.

I look out the window and wonder how a rooster feeds a magpie from its beak: either he will give it to her, then he will eat it himself, then he will offer it to her again. And he keeps saying: “Ko-ko-ko-ko! ..” He bows, shows worms on the ground with his beak: eat, they say, do not be afraid, they are so delicious.

And I don’t know how it all worked out for them there, how he explained to her what was the matter, I just see a rooster crowed, showed a worm on the ground, and a magpie jumped up, turned its head to one side, to the other, took a closer look and ate it right from the ground . Petrovich even shook his head in approval; then he grabbed a hefty worm himself, threw it up, caught it more comfortably with his beak and swallowed it: here, they say, as we like it. But the magpie, apparently, understood what was the matter - it jumps near him and pecks. The rooster also began to pick up worms. So they try to race against each other - who is faster. In an instant, all the worms were pecked.

Since then, the magpie did not have to be hand-fed. Once, Petrovich taught her how to handle food. And how he explained it to her, I myself do not know.

Georgy Skrebitsky. forest voice

Sunny day at the very beginning of summer. I wander not far from home, in a birch copse. Everything around seems to be bathed, splashing in golden waves of heat and light. Birch branches flow above me. The leaves on them seem either emerald green or completely golden. And below, under the birches, on the grass, too, like waves, light bluish shadows run and stream. And bright bunnies, like the reflections of the sun in the water, run one after another along the grass, along the path.

The sun is both in the sky and on the ground... And it becomes so good, so fun that you want to run away somewhere far away, to where the trunks of young birch trees sparkle with their dazzling whiteness.

And suddenly, from this sunny distance, I heard a familiar forest voice: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

Cuckoo! I've heard it many times before, but I've never even seen it in a picture. What is she like? For some reason, she seemed to me plump, big-headed, like an owl. But maybe she's not like that at all? I'll run and take a look.

Alas, it turned out to be far from easy. I - to her voice. And she will be silent, and here again: “Ku-ku, ku-ku”, but in a completely different place.

How to see it? I stopped in thought. Maybe she's playing hide-and-seek with me? She hides, and I'm looking. And let's play the other way around: now I'll hide, and you look.

I climbed into a hazel bush and also cuckooed once, twice. The cuckoo fell silent, maybe looking for me? I sit silently and I, even my heart is pounding with excitement. And suddenly somewhere nearby: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

I am silent: look better, do not shout at the whole forest.

And she is already very close: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

I look: some kind of bird flies through the clearing, the tail is long, it is gray itself, only the breast is covered with dark spots. Probably a hawk. This one in our yard hunts for sparrows. He flew up to a neighboring tree, sat down on a branch, bent down and shouted: "Ku-ku, ku-ku!"

Cuckoo! That's it! So, she is not like an owl, but like a hawk.

I will cuckoo her from the bush in response! With a fright, she almost fell off the tree, immediately rushed down from the branch, sniffing somewhere in the thicket, only I saw her.

But I don't need to see her anymore. So I solved the forest riddle, and besides, for the first time I myself spoke to the bird in its native language.

So the sonorous forest voice of the cuckoo revealed to me the first secret of the forest. And since then, for half a century now, I have been wandering in winter and summer along deaf, untrodden paths and discovering more and more new secrets. And there is no end to these winding paths, and there is no end to the secrets of native nature.

Stories about animals for younger students. Stories about animals by George Skrebitsky. Stories for extracurricular reading in elementary school. Stories about a cunning squirrel, an accommodating hedgehog and a caring mother of a fox.

G. Skrebitsky. thief