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Curious and drawn to adventure, Mulan struggles to meet her village’s traditional standards. After a disastrous visit with the Matchmaker, Mulan worries she will never be able to bring her family the honor they deserve. But when the Emperor decrees that one man from every family must join the army to face a dangerous threat to China, Mulan decides to disguise herself as a man and take her father’s place. Now Mulan must hide her secret as she trains alongside her fellow soldiers. With the enemy drawing nearer, will Mulan become the hero China needs?

Clover is way too rigid and often plays it safe. She must learn to be more flexible and spontaneous and take more risks. Clover’s Wishworld mission involved a girl who is an only child whose parents completely baby her. Clover tries some very subtle, safe maneuvers to prove that the girl is ready for some independence, but needs to make a bold move to help the girl’s parents realize their little girl isn’t a toddler anymore.

Princess Jasmine has always wanted more out of her life—to travel beyond the palace walls, to get to know her people better … to one day become sultana and lead Agrabah. Unfortunately, her overprotective father does not agree. And he keeps introducing her to foreign princes, including a strange—if admittedly charming—one named Ali.

Nils Holgersson ist eine bezaubernde Kindergeschichte von Selma Lagerlöf. Folge 46: Die Sage vom Härjetal mit Viola Gabor und Viktoria Gabor. Musik: Geoff Harvey. Nils Holgersson wurde unruhig, weil die Reisenden so lange auf dem Aussichtsturme blieben. Der Gänserich Martin konnte nicht kommen und ihn abholen, solange sie da waren, und er wusste ja, dass die Wildgänse Eile hatten, gen Süden zu ziehen.

There was once a king's son, no one had so many beautiful books as he. In them he could read of everything that had ever happened in this world, and he could see it all pictured in fine illustrations. He could find out about every race of people and every country, but there was not a single word about where to find the Garden of Paradise, and this, just this, was the very thing that he thought most about.

In a Beinoni time here should be no war, no terrible illness, no crime. Even if that also means there won't be any great discoveries, any cures, anything extraordinary. Ezra believes that's worth fighting for—or is it?

You ought to have known Aunty; she was so lovely. And yet, to be more specific, she wasn't lovely in the usual sense of the word, but she was sweet and charming and funny in her own way - just the type to gossip about when one is in the mood to gossip and be facetious over someone. She should have been put in a play, just because she herself simply lived for the theater and everything that goes on in it. She was so very respectable, even if Agent Nob, whom Aunty called Snob, said she was stage-struck.

"In this world things go up and down and down and up!" said Ole, the tower keeper. "Now I can't get any higher! Up and down and down and up; that's the fate of most of us; in fact, we all become tower keepers at last; we look at life and things from above."

There is nobody in the world who knows so many stories as Ole-Luk-Oie, or who can relate them so nicely. In the evening, while the children are seated at the table or in their little chairs, he comes up the stairs very softly, for he walks in his socks, then he opens the doors without the slightest noise, and throws a small quantity of very fine dust in their eyes, just enough to prevent them from keeping them open, and so they do not see him.

Have you ever heard the story of the old Street Lamp? It's really not very amusing, but you might listen to it for once. - It was such an honest lamp, which had done its duty for many, many years and which was now going to be discarded. It was the last evening it hung on its post and gave light to the street beneath it. The Lamp felt like an old ballet dancer who is performing for the last time and who knows that tomorrow she will be in a cold garret.

Artemis, el primer humano que consiguió descubrir el mundo de los seres subterráneos, siempre se ha salido con la suya. Después de tres peligrosas aventuras, acaba de sufrir un barrido de memoria y no recuerda nada de las Criaturas Mágicas; por eso se dedica a otros quehaceres: esta vez, robar una enigmática obra de arte que solo unos pocos conocen.

Now I'm going to tell you a story that I heard when I was a little fellow and that I like better and better the more I think of it. For it's the same with stories as with many people; the older they grow, the nicer they grow, and that is delightful.

Legends from every corner of the globe are full of heroes. Legendary Heroes celebrates their timeless heroism, incredible bravery, supreme strength, keen intelligence, and exceptional self-sacrifice.

Somewhere in the street stood an old old house; it was almost three hundred years old, as you could tell from the date cut into the great beam. Tulips and hopbines and also whole verses of poetry were carved into the wood as people used to do in those days, and over every window a mocking face was cut into the beam. The second story hung way out over the ground floor, and right under the eaves was a leaden spout with a dragon's head. Rain water was supposed to run out of the dragon's mouth, but it came from his belly instead, for there was a hole in it.

Evie Mei Huang has literally been to hell and back alongside her friend Kevin. And while the trip to Dìyù, the Chinese underworld, was a grueling journey filled with endless horrors, nothing compares to the fact that she was unable to bring her mother back. She now has the great responsibility to assume the role her mother once held: head of the Weavers Guild. Spinning people’s fates sure seemed easier said than done, and now Evie finds herself buried in Guild duties while trying to maintain a strained relationship with her best friend.

In a house, with a large courtyard, in a provincial town, at that time of the year in which people say the evenings are growing longer, a family circle were gathered together at their old home. A lamp burned on the table, although the weather was mild and warm, and the long curtains hung down before the open windows, and without the moon shone brightly in the dark-blue sky.

In the German country of Württemberg, where the beautiful acacia trees bloom beside the highways, and the apple and pear trees bend down in autumn under the weight of their ripe blessings, there lies the little town of Marbach. It belongs to the class of quite unimportant towns, but it is located in a beautiful spot near the Neckar, the river that flows swiftly past towns and green vineyards and old knights' castles, to join its waters with those of the proud Rhine.

There is a street in Copenhagen with a very strange name. It is called "Hysken" street. Where the name came from, and what it means is very uncertain. It is said to be German, but this is unjust to the Germans, for it would then be called "Hauschen," and not "Hysken." "Hauschen," means a little house; and for many years it consisted only of a few small houses, which were scarcely larger than the wooden booths we see in the market places at a fair time.

Father, and mother, and brothers, and sisters, were gone to the play; only little Anna and her grandpapa were left at home. - "We'll have a play too," he said, "and it may begin immediately."

Wenn einer etwas Besonderes hat, dann wollen es gleich alle anderen haben. Das merkten auch die drei Schneidersöhne, die nach ihrer Lehrzeit seltene Sachen mitbekamen: einen Tisch, der stets neue Leckereien bereithält, einen Esel, der Gold spucken kann, und einen Knüppel, der mit kräftigen Schlägen jeden Übelwicht vom Leibe hält. Welche Erfahrungen die drei Brüder und ein Herbergsvater damit machten, könnt ihr hier hören. Mit der goldenen Gans erging es dem Dummling nicht anders. Weil er ein gutes Herz hatte, gab ihm ein Waldmännchen das seltene Tier.