Armadillo’s Song | children’s books, storytelling & stories for kids

After every rainfall, they would drag feet over to the large pond filled with frogs and they would listen to the big green frogs singing back and forth, back and forth to each other in the most amazing voices.

This time, Tomcil was dragging his furry feet in Bolivia, one of the beautiful place in South America where he acquainted with an armadillo. It was a freezing cold evening, Tomcil was trying to stay warm. The Armadillo taught him how to stay warm .
“When you sleep , curl up your whole body, this way your body heat stays with you and you will feel warm and comfy”

Nights and Days Tomcil followed Armadillo around. The Armadillo loved music more than anything else in the world. After every rainfall, they would drag feet over to the large pond filled with frogs and they would listen to the big green frogs singing back and forth, back and forth to each other in the most amazing voices.
“Oh,” thought the armadillo, “Oh how I wish I could sing.”

tomcil.com storytelling for children armadillo-songThe armadillo and Tomcil would creep to the edge of the water and watch the frogs leaping and swimming in a frantic green ballet, and they would call back and forth, back and forth in beautiful, musical tones. Tomcil loved to get his feet wet and the armadillo loved to listen to the music they made as they spoke, though he didn’t understand their words; which was just as well – for the frogs were laughing at this funny animal that wanted so badly to sing like a frog.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” sang the frogs as they played. “Armadillos can’t sing.”
Tomcil hissed to the frogs. He did not like them making fun of the armadillo.

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Then one day a family of crickets moved into a new house near the armadillo, and he was amazed to hear them chirp and sing as merrily as the frogs. He would creep next to their house and listen and listen all day, all night for their musical sounds, as usual, Tomcil right behind him.

“Oh,” sighed the armadillo, “Oh how I wish I could sing.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” sang the crickets in their dulcet tones. “Armadillos can’t sing.”
Tomcil hissed again.
But the armadillo could not understand their language, and so he just sighed with longing and listened to their beautiful voices laughing at him.
Then one day a man came down the road carrying a cage full of canaries. They were chirping and fluttering and singing songs that were more beautiful even than those of the crickets and the frogs. Tomcil and the armadillo were entranced. They followed the man with the cage down the road as fast as his little legs would carry him, listening to the canaries singing.

“Oh,” gasped the armadillo, “Oh how I wish I could sing.”
Inside the cage, the canaries twittered and giggled.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” sang the canaries as they flapped about. “Armadillos can’t sing.”
Tomcil hissed even more.

The poor tired armadillo and Tomcil couldn’t keep up with the man and the cage, and finally, they fell exhausted at the door of the great wizard who lived in the area. Realizing where they were, Tomcil and the armadillo decided to beg a boon of the man.

Tomcil’s eyes got big when he saw the wizard and put his paw on the armadillo’s back trying to prevent him from walking closer to the wizard. But timidly, the armadillo approached the wizard, who was sitting in front of his house and said: “Great wizard, it is my deepest desire to learn to sing like the frogs and the crickets and the canaries.”

Sometimes the musician would play his instrument by the pond where the frogs lived, and they would stare at him with big eyes and say: "Ai! Ai! The armadillo has learned to sing." Sometimes the musician would play his instrument by the house where the crickets lived, and they would creep outside to stare at him with big eyes and say: "Ai! Ai! The armadillo has learned to sing." And often the musician would visit the home of his friend who owned the cage full of canaries - who was also a musician - and the two men would play their instruments together while the little birds watched with fluttering wings and twittered in amazement: "Ai! Ai! The armadillo has learned to sing." And so it was. The armadillo had learned to sing at last, and his voice was the finest in the land. But like the very best musicians in the world, the armadillo sacrificed his Life for his Art. And Tomcil too had learned how to curl up his body like the armadillo, so he could stay warm and comfortable during cold times. Storytelling for Children | Armadillo's Song, www.tomcil.comThe wizard’s lips twitched a little in amusement, for who had ever heard of an armadillo that could sing. But he realized that the little animal was serious. He bent low to the ground and looked the creature in the eye.
“I can make you sing, little armadillo,” he said. “But you do not want to pay the price, for it will mean your death.”
“You mean if I die I will be able to sing?” asked the armadillo in amazement.
“Yes, this is so,” said the wizard.
“Then I want to die right now!” said the armadillo. “I would do anything to be able to sing!”
The wizard and the armadillo discussed the matter for many hours, for the wizard was reluctant to take the life of such a fine armadillo.
Tomcil was so very sad to learn his decision . The armadillo was a good companion who taught him a lot of things.
But the armadillo insisted, and so the wizard finally killed the armadillo, made a wonderful musical instrument from his shell, and gave it to the finest musician in the town to play.

Sometimes the musician would play his instrument by the pond where the frogs lived, and they would stare at him with big eyes and say: “Ai! Ai! The armadillo has learned to sing.”

Sometimes the musician would play his instrument by the house where the crickets lived, and they would creep outside to stare at him with big eyes and say: “Ai! Ai! The armadillo has learned to sing.”

tomcil.com storytelling for children armadillo-songAnd often the musician would visit the home of his friend who owned the cage full of canaries – who was also a musician – and the two men would play their instruments together while the little birds watched with fluttering wings and twittered in amazement: “Ai! Ai! The armadillo has learned to sing.”

And so it was. The armadillo had learned to sing at last, and his voice was the finest in the land. But like the very best musicians in the world, the armadillo sacrificed his Life for his Art.

And Tomcil too had learned how to curl up his body like the armadillo, so he could stay warm and comfortable during cold times.

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  1. Your Sunday prep has motivated me to be way better about prepping on Sundays, and I am so thankful for it come WeTnasday!dodey I prepped three lunches, Pasta, chicken breast, tofu, and spaghetti squash!

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