Storytime October 2017

Storytime is a kids’ magazine full of brilliant stories. It’s packed with fairy tales, myths, poems, fables and much more – all beautifully written and illustrated, with puzzles, games and colouring in too! Each month we highlight a classic children’s book, plus we have storytelling tips and fun activities to bring the stories to life. Storytime is full of colourful, engaging illustrations, all specially commissioned from talented illustrators from all over the world – and we have a NO advert guarantee! If you love stories, and feel passionately about encouraging children to read, then Storytime is right for you! “Storytime brings classic tales to children every month. The perfect way to start them on a lifelong storytelling adventure” – Michael Morpurgo – former children’s laureate

Llegir Més
United Kingdom
Luma Creative Ltd
2,88 €(IVA inc.)
21,20 €(IVA inc.)
12 Números

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2 min.
the sweetie jar

Famous Fables The day Daddy came home with a huge jar of sweets, Abigail jumped up and down with excitement. Daddy had won a competition at work and he even had a certificate, just like the ones Abigail got at school. ‘Employee of the Month’, it said. “Is it like being ‘Star of the Week’?” asked Abigail. “Yes,” said Daddy, nodding proudly. “Well done, Daddy.” Abigail hugged him tightly. He put the jar on top of the fridge, where the brightly coloured sweetie wrappers seemed to twinkle like fairy lights. There were wrappers in every colour of the rainbow. Abigail was wide-eyed with anticipation. She looked at her daddy hopefully, sure he would open the jar, but he didn’t. She waited for him to hang up his coat and put on his slippers, but he still didn’t…

1 min.
alphabet zoo

Out in the sunshine, grooming and basking,The meerkat mob knows the art of relaxing.But one stays on guard at the top of the hill,Looking for danger, it stands statue-still. And who’s that popping its head out there?A cute meerkat pup getting some air,Hoping its daddy will give it a snack,A scorpion sandwich or a fresh bug bap! The neighbours next door are harder to see,Can you spot pygmy marmosets up in the tree?They’re the tiniest monkeys in the Amazon.One can fit in your palm, but it won’t stay long. It dashes and dodges through the leaves,And calls to its friends, “You can’t catch me!”A rainforest pal is the scarlet macaw.You can hear it for miles when it honks and squawks. They flock together in the canopy,And look for nuts to crack with their beaks.They…

4 min.
three little witches

Three little witches were heading off to the Great Grand Ball. They were called Mary, Maggy and Molly. They were poor witches and they had used all their money to buy tickets, so they had none left to buy proper witches’ clothes. Mary had no hat, Maggy had no cloak and Molly had no wand. And none of them had a broomstick! So they set off on foot and they made up a song. “We may not have a broomstick, a wand, a hat or cloak.But we are clever witches. Just hear our froggies croak. Ribbit!” The three little witches cackled in delight, but as they turned the corner... SMACK! They bumped into something big and black. It was stopping them from getting to the Great Grand Ball. “Who goes there?” came a menacing…

1 min.
mr nobody

I know a funny little man,As quiet as a mouse,Who does the mischief that is doneIn everybody’s house. There’s no one ever sees his face,And yet we all agree,That every plate we break, was crackedBy Mr Nobody. ’Tis he who always tears our books,Who leaves the doors ajar;He pulls the buttons from our shirts,And scatters pins afar. He puts damp wood upon the fireThat kettles cannot boil;His are the feet that bring in mud,And all the carpets soil. The finger marks upon the doorsBy none of us are made;We never leave the blinds unclosed,To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill; the bootsThat lying round you see,Are not our boots! They all belongTo Mr Nobody! Find It! Can you spot this plate in our story pictures? Tick the box when you’ve found it!…

7 min.
the firebird

Once upon a time, long ago and far away, there lived a courageous young archer called Peter who worked for a powerful but wicked and greedy Tsar. Peter owned a very special horse. He called it the ‘horse of power’, because it had a strong back, hooves like iron, and it could talk. Peter loved his horse. One beautiful autumn day, he was riding though the forest when he spotted something golden falling from the sky. It landed on the path before him, sparkling and glimmering like a flame. Peter jumped off his horse to take a closer look and he knew straight away that it was a feather from the legendary firebird. He opened his satchel to pop the feather inside, but his horse of power warned him against it. “Peter,…

3 min.
king of the cats

People used to believe that every country had a king that nobody knew about – the secret king of the cats. One night, Aunty Mabel was sitting in her rocking chair by the fire, waiting for her husband to come home. He’d taken the dog for a walk and should have been back a long time ago. “I wonder where they’ve got to, Tom,” she said, stroking the sleek black cat, who was curled up on her lap. The cat purred lazily in reply. At last, the door swung open and in walked her husband and their pet dog. They were both short of breath and looked shaken. “Where have you been?” cried Aunty Mabel. She noticed that her husband’s hands were trembling as he took off his coat and boots. “Do you know…