An instructive tale about 3 rabbits will show the child reverse side disobedience and tell that mom is also upset about their actions and is very worried about them. Raising a fairy tale helps a lot if the child does not obey.
It was a long time ago. A rabbit lived in a deep, beautiful forest. She had three children: three little rabbits, two boys and one girl.
They lived in a pretty light and spacious burrow. Lush grass grew around the mink, flowers bloomed and birds sang merrily in the trees. In the hole, the rabbits always had a lot of carrots, cabbage and turnips. Not far from their house a bright, murmuring stream flowed.
Mom loved her little rabbits. And they would live quite happily if they obeyed their mother. But, unfortunately, these three rabbits were disobedient ... And who does not know how much trouble can come from disobedience !?
One day, the mother rabbit was going to go into the forest for provisions. She had to leave for a long time. She called her rabbits and said:
My dear children, do not go far from the mink. Play near the stream. There are many animals in the forest. They will eat you ... Promise me that you will not leave.
We promise, we promise ... - said the little rabbits.
There are many traps in the forest. Don't touch or taste unfamiliar things. Otherwise, you will be trapped.
We will not touch you, mom, - promised the little rabbits.
As soon as the mother rabbit went far from home, the elder rabbit said to his brother and sister:
Let's go for a walk in the forest ... It's quiet everywhere and nothing bad can happen to us.
Mom is old, she is afraid of everything, - added the second rabbit.
We will have time to return home in time ... And my mother will not know that we went to the forest ... - said the little sister.
And then the naughty little rabbits jumped out of their burrow and dashed far, far away into the forest.
As soon as they wanted to jump and lie on the soft grass, they suddenly heard barking. The barking came closer and closer, louder and louder.
Two huge dogs jumped out of the bushes. They threw themselves at the rabbits.
The little rabbits were terribly frightened. Not remembering themselves, they rushed to run as fast as they could ... The dogs chased after them ... The mischievous people thought that they had already died.
The dogs are about to overtake and gnaw ... The rabbits were scared ... But suddenly at that moment the elder rabbit saw the hollow trunk of an old tree. It was lying on the ground.
Save yourself, save yourself! Rather into the hollow!
The elder rabbit rushed into the hollow, the brother and sister darted there.
Only the last little white tail disappeared into the hollow, when the dogs came running. The hollow was very narrow and the dogs could not get in there. They barked and grumbled for a long time near the stump.
The poor rabbits trembled with fear. The dogs sat down near the stump and began guarding the rabbits. They thought: the rabbits will look out, we will grab them. Oh, how these silly rabbits regretted now that they had disobeyed their mother.
Much time has passed. Evening came. It became dark. The dogs got tired of waiting and finally walked away. Then the older brother looked out from one end of the hollow tree, and the younger and sister from the other.
Mom, mom, we are scared! Mom, we are afraid of dogs! they shouted.
Poor mother rabbit had been looking for them for a long time. She ran to their voices and began to shame them ... And then she forgave and took them home, as they were lost and did not know the way.
The little rabbits have endured fear and promised to be obedient. Although my mother was very grieving and crying, she prepared dinner for them. She boiled cabbage and boiled milk.
How nice it would be if the children always kept their promises! But our rabbits were not like that.
Mom left early in the morning to prepare dinner for them. The rabbits promised to play near the stream and not go far.
But suddenly the sister began to jump over the stones, and the brothers followed her ...
Let's run there ... There are many berries! - shouted the sister.
What did mom say !? - reminded the elder rabbit.
It's not far ... We will now go back and be in time for dinner, ”the younger said laughing.
And they began to jump and play merrily between the trees. And they went further and further.
Oh, what a beautiful ball hanging on a tree! - suddenly cried the sister.
Where? Where? Show me soon! the younger rabbit exclaimed.
Indeed, there was a huge red ball hanging from the tree. It hung on a string and swayed in all directions.
It's a big apple, ”said the younger rabbit.
All three rabbits began to walk around this apple and looked at it with curiosity from all sides.
Try it. It must be very tasty, - suggested the sister.
Mom didn't tell me to try unfamiliar things, ”said the older rabbit.
Nothing. She will not know. Such a glorious bull's-eye! I'll try! the younger rabbit exclaimed.
He jumped up and touched the apple with his teeth. But then something terrible happened. Something big, heavy fell from the tree and covered all three rascals ...
The rabbits screamed with all their might. They rushed from side to side, but could not escape. A large iron cage slammed them shut. They cried bitterly and did not know what to do.
Finally evening came. The rabbits were chilled, hungry and trembling with fear.
Mom, mom, we are here! they shouted.
The rabbit found them and set them free. She took them home, didn’t say anything to them all the way and kept crying. And at home I put all three in the corners. She was very sad that she had such naughty and bad children; she hoped the punishment would correct them.
Soon the rabbits began to ask their mother for forgiveness and promised to always obey her in the future.
The mother rabbit, of course, forgave her children. She loved and pitied them. But they didn’t feel sorry for their mother.
One autumn, on a clear, warm day, the rabbit called her little rabbits and said to them:
My dear children, today the neighbors invited us to the ball.
Oh, how glad we are! How fun it will be! all three rabbits shouted at once.
Be smart and obedient, do not run far from home, do not touch anything in the forest ... You never know what can happen.
Okay, Mom, we won't run away, - said the elder rabbit.
Go to the stream, clean your little white dresses thoroughly, wash your faces and paws. Be obedient.
Okay, Mom, we'll be obedient.
Remember, the neighbors will have fun in the clearing tonight. There will be a lot of rabbits, music and good food!
Oh, how fun! - the rabbits shouted, kissed their mother and ran into the forest.
They had not yet had time to clean their dresses and wash their faces, when the sister said:
Listen, brothers, there is a bird chirping in the bushes ... Let's run and look at it.
Mom didn’t tell me to run away, because there’s a ball tonight, ”said the elder rabbit.
Nothing, we will not go far ... It is interesting to see what kind of bird it is! - exclaimed the younger rabbit.
And all three ran after the bird. It was a cute little bird with a red head. She chirped loudly, cheerfully and flipped from branch to branch. The rabbits ran after her. She seemed to call them and tease them. They ran further and further. Suddenly the sister screamed:
Ay! Ay! brothers, look what a ball!
Silly, this is a simple ruddy apple ... - said the younger rabbit.
Do not touch him. Think of the other red apple! - exclaimed the elder rabbit.
That hung on a tree, and this is on the ground, - said the sister.
That was big, and this was small, added the younger brother.
You can only taste it ... It must be very tasty, - said the sister.
Do not forget what my mother said ... She did not order to touch unfamiliar things.
Mom is afraid of traps, and this is a simple bull's-eye, ”the younger rabbit said cheerfully.
All three of us will chew it at once, then nothing can happen, the sister suggested.
And three naughty little rabbits touched the apple.
Suddenly something crashed and crackled. Something hard, large, pinched the front legs of the rabbits. They rushed, cried, screamed, but could not free themselves.
It turns out that a beautiful ruddy apple lay in a trap. This trap was set by some boys to catch stupid animals. They put an apple in there on purpose to lure small animals.
The rabbits began to scream loudly, desperately: "Help, help! Save, save!" They were hurt and scared.
But my mother, not remembering herself from fear, was looking for her naughty children in the forest ... She heard their cries and ran to help. With her teeth and claws she pushed the iron bars of the trap apart. She broke all her teeth, she scratched her paws bloody and barely freed her children. The front legs of the rabbits were damaged and painful. Mom took them home; they barely walked and limped. The four of them cried bitterly all the way.
At home, my mother was no longer angry, but only felt sorry for her naughty children. She began to apply arnica to their paws, washed them, bandaged them and kept crying. Their paws were bloody and very swollen, their skin was torn off, their claws were broken.
The little naughty rabbits became very sick: they had a fever and a fever. Mom put them to bed and gave them a bitter medicine. She stood by the bed and cried.
The rabbits lay in bed, dozing, and through their sleep they heard cheerful music ... They knew that the neighbors in the meadow were having a merry ball. There, their young friends and girlfriends danced merrily, the musicians played, the birds sang. In the clearing lay delicious carrots, cabbage and even sugar pods ... And they were deprived of all this because of their disobedience.
They felt very unhappy and cried until they fell asleep.
Mother came from the well with large buckets on a yoke. She was soaking wet and water was dripping from her clothes. After putting the buckets on the shelf, the woman who had a cold went up to the hearth, in which a bright fire was burning, and said:
Children, move a little bit so that I also get warm. I can hardly stand on my feet from fatigue and cold. A terrible rain is pouring in the street. The river arrives, it will wash away the bridge again. Move a little bit!
Four children, sitting by the hearth, warmed their bare feet and outstretched reddened hands.
The first son turned around and said:
- Mom, I cannot give you a seat. I have a shoe with holes and I got my feet wet when I got home from school. I need to keep warm.
The second said:
- And my hat is full of holes. Today in class, when we threw our hats on the floor, mine tore. On my way home, I got my head wet. Touch if you don't believe! 
I, mommy, settled down so comfortably next to my brother that I don’t want to get up, ”the third child, a girl, added lazily.
And the fourth, the smallest, shouted loudly:
- Whoever walks in the rain, let him now freeze like a wet chicken!
The warmed-up children laughed loudly and merrily, and the mother with a cold shook her head sadly. Without a word, she went into the kitchen to knead bread for the children. While she was kneading the bread in the dough, her wet shirt stuck to her back and her teeth began to chatter from the cold. Late at night, the mother melted the stove, put the loaves in it, waited until they were baked, pulled them out with a shovel, put them on the shelf and covered them with her sheepskin coat. Then she lay down under the covers and blew out the lamp. Her children slept sweetly, sitting side by side, and her mother could not close her eyes, because her head was on fire, and she was very shivering. 
Three times she got up to drink cold water out of the bucket and moisten your forehead.
In the morning the children woke up and jumped up. They removed the buckets from the shelf and, while washing, poured out all the water. Then they broke off a piece of soft bread, put it in bags and went to school. The youngest son remained with the sick mother.
The day dragged on slowly. Mother could not get out of bed. Her lips are chapped from the heat. In the afternoon, three children returned from school, slammed the door.
Oh, mom, you are still lying and you haven't cooked anything for us, ”the girl reproached her.
- Dear children, the mother answered in a weak voice, - I am very sick. My lips are chapped with thirst. In the morning, you poured all the water out of the buckets to the last drop. Hurry, take an earthen jug and run to the well! 
Then the first son answered:
- After all, I told you that my shoes are getting wet.
“You forgot that my hat is perforated,” added the second.
- What a funny mom you are! - said the girl. - How can I run for water when I have to do my homework? 
The mother's eyes filled with tears. The youngest son, seeing that his mother was crying, grabbed the jug and rushed into the street, but stumbled on the threshold, and the earthen jug broke.
All the children gasped, then rummaged through the shelves, cut off another piece of bread for themselves, and quietly slipped out into the street to play. Only the youngest son remained, because he had nothing to put on. He began to trace the figures with his finger on the misted glass of the window.
The sick mother got up, looked into the street through the open door and said:
- I wish I could turn into some kind of bird. I wish I could grow wings. I would fly, run away from such bad children. I didn’t regret the last crumb of bread for them, but they didn’t want to bring me a drop of water. 
And in an instant a miracle happened: the sick woman turned into a cuckoo. The youngest son, seeing that his mother had become a bird and flapping her wings, ran out into the street in only stockings and shouted:
- Brothers, sister, go quickly! Our mother has become a bird and wants to fly away from us!
The children started to run, but when they ran to the house, their mother was already flying out the open door.
- Where are you, mom? - asked the children in one voice.
- I'm leaving you. I don’t want to live with you. You are bad kids.
- Mom, - all four squealed, - come back home, we will immediately bring you water.
- It's too late, kids. I am no longer a man - you see: I am a bird. I can't go back. I will drink water from clear streams and mountain lakes.
And she flew over the ground. 
With a squeak, the children rushed after her. She flies over the ground, and they run on the ground.
For nine days the children ran after the cuckoo through the fields, ravines and thorny bushes. They fell, got up, tore their hands and feet in blood. They were hoarse with screaming. At night, the cuckoo crowed wearily on some tree, and the children huddled at its trunk.
On the tenth day, the bird flapped its wings over the dense forest and disappeared.
The children returned to their native village, but the house seemed to them completely empty, because their mother was not there.
And the cuckoo no longer builds nests and does not hatch chicks. To this day, she wanders around the world, lonely kukuet and lays eggs in other people's nests. 
There was once a boy. He always obeyed his mother, so his mother taught him. Near the big terrible road, he immediately gave her his pen and pressed against it, because that was what my mother asked. He never climbed into the top drawer of the dresser, because my mother would not let him. He listened to other adults too, because my mother said that adults must be obeyed.
It was very pleasant to visit with the boy: he took a cookie, quietly sat on the sofa and ran his finger along the upholstery. Everyone praised him very much and said: "What an obedient boy!"
Then the boy went to Kindergarten and there all the teachers loved him, because the boy obeyed everyone. True, sometimes he had a tummy ache, because he obediently ate not very fresh foods that other children refused to eat. But these were little things. By the way, he was also a little fat, because my mother loved it when he ate well. But it was not scary, because it is normal that there are fat children, and there are thin ones.
When the boy went to school, everyone praised him too. True, his academic performance was average, but he was very obedient. And the average academic performance for a boy is quite normal, especially since he never received two marks. In the fifth grade, the boy wanted to enroll in an aircraft modeling circle, but his mother said that it was harmful to the eyes and sent him to the chess section. Of course, he listened to his mother, only a little saddened.
After school, he thought about the history department, because he liked to thoughtfully analyze historical events and quickly memorized dates. But my mother said that this is a stupid profession and that you need to learn something useful in order to feed your family. She sent him to the Faculty of Economics and the boy obediently became an accountant. He sat in the office, going over the numbers and sometimes thought about Alexander Nevsky. Then there was a rather dark story and the boy was almost imprisoned, because he always obeyed his boss and did not think whether it was necessary to carry out his orders. As a result, he found himself embroiled in some dark numbers scam. As a result, the boy was acquitted and he moved to another company.
Then the boy married a good girl, advised by his mother. It was not that he loved her, but gradually began to feel some kind of tenderness and gratitude towards her. She was really a very nice, kind and economic girl. The boy had children, who were also brought up obedient and prudent. Then the grandchildren went. The boy died at a ripe old age, in a dream. He dreamed that, crossing the road, he finally pulled his pen out of his mother's hand and ran forward.
Once upon a time there was another boy. He was very naughty. Mom caught him by the hand twenty times by the road, and he struggled and cried so that he had to drag him in her arms. Only after five fairy tales and a couple of cartoons did he understand why he had to give his mother a hand if you were crossing the road. True, I understood very well, and when I grew up and walked alone, I always looked around carefully, so my mother was not afraid for him. All the cabinets and drawers in the house were overturned and the boy's mother had to buy a bunch of children's locks in order to somehow save her Saxon service. Worst of all, the boy never listened to anyone the first time and always demanded an explanation.
It was very difficult to go to visit the boy: he got into adult conversations, made simple-minded remarks that made people blush, and asked uncomfortable questions.
At school, my mother was called to the principal several times, because the boy argued with the teachers and drove them into a dead end with his questions. This annoyed them terribly, because they just wanted to scold the program, and not be caught in the error by a ten-year-old jerk. In addition to school, the boy attended a martial arts section and a culinary club, because he wanted it so and no ridicule from his classmates could convince him.
After school, the boy entered the Institute of Information Technology, but did not give up cooking. As a result, he nevertheless became an excellent cook, and while his career was at the very bottom, he worked part-time in companies as a programmer. He was greatly appreciated by his superiors, because he always thought about the task that was given to him and offered the best solution (and sometimes he refused the task altogether and explained why it was ineffective). He has won numerous culinary awards and started working in the best restaurant in the city, periodically leaving for internships abroad or in other cities.
Mom was very upset that he did not marry for a long time, and the neighbors began to whisper, and he seemed not to hear them. And suddenly, when he was already well over thirty and those around him had long put a cross on him, he brought a woman into his house, and after a while he played a wedding with her. At first, everyone shrugged their shoulders and wondered "What did he find in her? Some freckles!" But for some reason he and his wife lived very happily and madly in love with each other. Then they had a child and a new page in their life began. I cannot say whether they lived to a ripe old age. They may have died in a plane crash. Or fell out of the window. Or maybe they fled to the ocean shore and write letters smelling of rum to their now grown daughter (the same, by the way, disobedient and stubborn). I know one thing - not a single minute of their life did they do what seemed meaningless to them. Good or bad - everyone decides for himself.
This is the kind of tale I wanted to tell you. There is no morality, and there, and there everything ends well. The choice is yours.
Anna Starostina
An instructive tale about the naughty Alyosha, for reading in kindergarten
The tale of the naughty Alyosha.
There lived a boy Alyosha... A boy is like a boy, so cute, cheerful, cheerful. And everything would be fine, but this one did not know how Alyosha sit quietly in class in kindergarten... All the time he prevented the teacher from conducting classes, prevented other children from studying, constantly interrupted everyone, shouted something. As Svetlana Fedorovna, the teacher of their group, did not explain to him, as the children did not ask not to interfere with listening, nothing helped. But one day, when my mother had already taken the boy home and put him in a warm bed, he fell asleep and dreamed of dream: he walks down the street, and an old man sits on a bench, the old man has a long and white beard, and a cap on his head, he is dressed in a long blue robe with stars, a cane in his hand, a strange old man. Went up to him Alyosha, sat down next to and asks:
Why are you grandpa dressed up like that, we don't wear that way?
The old man answers him:
I don’t ask you why you don’t let anyone study in class….
How do you know that? - Alexey was surprised.
- I know everything about you: what is your name, what kindergarten you go to, how you interrupt everyone. I'm a good wizard, my name is Neboltai, but I don't like naughty guys, therefore, as soon as you want to interrupt the teacher or prevent the children from studying, your tongue will stop obeying you and you will not be able to answer anything, remember this ... said this old man and disappeared.
Woke up in the morning Alyosha and as always went to Kindergarten... In the lesson, Svetlana Fedorovna asked Alyosha a question on the topic covered, but the boy did not listen to anything and did not know what to answer, only an inarticulate hum came from his mouth. Scared Alyosha and going to bed in the evening promised:
Dear, kind Neboltai, I promise never to talk in class again and listen carefully to everything.
The next day he studied very diligently, answered best of all, and Svetlana Fedorovna praised him. Alyosha, happy and proud, went home.
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Will help you cope with whims.
To correct capricious behavior, you can use a story invented by a parent, where the situation of the protagonist is very similar to that of a child. It can be a story, but it can also be a fairy tale, where there are wizards, fairies and other fairy tale characters. Stories or fairy tales invented by adults are a very gentle way of influencing the inner world of the baby. There are no teachings, no direct instructions, but nevertheless the child receives concrete experience, direct experiences, useful knowledge.
You can repeat many times that being capricious is bad, and you will not get any result. Or you can just tell a fairy tale about a kid who always wanted to do everything his own way, but due to a lack of experience got into various funny situations. It is possible that your child's behavior will change for the better. Why? Because the kid is just listening to the story! He is not given instructions, he is not accused or forced to do something against his will - he just listens. Nothing prevents him from analyzing the story, learning something new, comparing something, comparing without any unpleasant psychological consequences.
In this case, the child feels to a certain extent independent in learning a new one. He can spend as much time as he needs to assimilate the content of the story or fairy tale and understand the idea. He can listen to the story and not change anything in his behavior - no one forces him to do this. And yet, the child is likely to remember and apply in life what he heard. Everything new that he learns is perceived by him as his own achievement, as a result of independent efforts. If a child changes his behavior following the example of the hero of a fairy tale, he will do so because he decided it himself, and not because his mother ordered it.
Listening to a story or a fairy tale, a child, on the one hand, identifies himself with the hero, on the other hand, does not forget that the hero of a fairy tale is a fictional character. Stories allow the child to feel that he is not alone in his experiences, that other children experience the same emotions in similar situations. It has a calming effect.
The child gets rid of the feeling that he is the only one in the world so stubborn and does not get along with his parents. This calmness builds his self-confidence and helps build relationships with the people around him.
Of course, a lot in this process depends on the parent. You will need to show imagination. How would you like to see your child in this or that situation? This is exactly what a fictional character very similar to your toddler will do! Your goal is not to create a highly artistic work, but to show the child different ways interactions between people. The ability to tell interesting stories will not hurt you either. But if you confuse everything or forget something, the child will ask again, clarify or add what you missed. This will not spoil his or your mood and the benefits will not diminish!
You are offered three fairy tales. Taking them as a basis, you will be able to compose stories yourself, suitable specifically for you, where the child will recognize himself, but will see that the behavior of the hero is different from how the baby usually behaves in similar situations. At the beginning of the story, you need to achieve the believability of what you are describing, make the kid empathize with the hero. Let the hero have the same strengths and weaknesses of character as your baby. This similarity will help him identify with the main character.
The plot of fairy tales or stories will be something like this. At first, the main character does not have a relationship with an adult, then something happens (a Fairy comes, a kind Wizard, a grandmother comes from the village, who suggest what to do, or perform magic), and the main character begins to act differently in familiar situations, like before.
It is not necessary to speak hard. Speak in a language your baby can understand. Use humor throughout the story.
The more funny moments there are, the better. Humor is the most effective means relieving stress, with its help you can often prevent a looming conflict!
Fairy tales for naughty children
A TALE ABOUT THE PAVLIK AND THE KIND MAGICAL HARE
I'll tell you a story about Pavlik. Pavlik is a boy like you. It's smart and healthy child... He can draw cars, jump on one leg, play football and ride a bicycle. He lives with his dad and mom in a large house on the third floor. Pavlik gets up in the morning, has breakfast and goes with his mother for a walk to the playground. After the walk, he dines and sleeps. After sleep, he again goes for a walk with his mother. When they return, dad often meets them outside the house, and the three of them go for a walk. Then they all have dinner together. In the evening, Pavlik always finds something interesting to do! Dad, mom and Pavlik live well and amicably!
But recently Pavlik and mom stopped understanding each other. If they go to a grocery store, they quarrel. Pavlik likes a lot of things there, but his mother does not always buy what he asks for. Pavlik is angry with his mother when she refuses his request and begins to cry. If he cries long and hard, she buys. But sometimes, it happens, he spanks.
Once Pavlik and his mother went to a toy store to buy cubes with letters. There were a lot of cars that Pavlik liked. He began to ask to buy a typewriter. Mom didn't buy it! Pavlik did not want to leave the store without a typewriter, he cried, shouted and rested his feet, grabbed the counter with his hands.
But Mom still didn't buy the car. She was very angry with Pavlik, and in the evening she complained to dad that Pavlik was capricious. Dad was upset and after supper did not play with the boy. Pavlik was bored all evening. After watching the program "Good night, kids!", He lay down in his crib. Pavlik closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened, he saw that a large toy hare was sitting on the rug in the middle of the room and smiling at him. The boy was surprised and asked:
- Who are you?
- I am the Good Magic Hare! - the bunny answered importantly. - And you?
- I'm Pavlik.
- Pavlik, why are you so sad?
- Mom did not buy me a typewriter in the store. I cried to the whole store, but she still didn't buy.
- Poor Pavlik! You don't have a single toy car! - said the Hare with pity in his voice. Pavlik found it funny, because he has a lot of them.
- Well, what are you! Look how many cars I have!
- Then why are you yelling at the whole store?
- I wanted a new one.
- A new one? Are these all old already? - the Hare was surprised.
- Of course not. I just want a new one! And when I want something, my mother says that I am capricious! - said Pavlik.
- Do you want to be capricious? - asked the Hare.
“Of course not,” Pavlik answered.
- I am a very wise Hare! I will teach you what to do! - And he taught. Only they spoke in whispers, and no one but them heard this conversation.
When the next time mom and Pavlik went to a toy store to buy a birthday present for a neighbor's girl Natasha, Pavlik again wanted a new typewriter. He asked his mother:
- Mom, please buy me a car!
- No, Pavlik! - answered my mother. - You have a lot of cars. We will buy next time.
Pavlik was just about to cry, but he remembered what the Hare had said. The Kind Magic Hare said that before you cry, you need to think. Pavlik began to think. And he thought like this: “I want a new typewriter. Mom doesn't want to buy it. What should I do? To cry or not to cry? Not! I won't cry. I actually have a lot of cars. Mom said she would buy next time! I'll wait!" Then Pavlik asked: "Mom, next time you will definitely buy?" "Yes!" - answered my mother. Pavlik did not cry and get upset! Why be upset? They will come back to the store soon, and mom will definitely buy him a car! He will play with old cars too! While my mother was looking for a gift for Natasha, Pavlik was choosing a typewriter that they would buy him next time. He had great mood, he was very pleased and proud of himself: “What a big and capricious boy he is! He knows how to endure and wait! "
At dinner, mom told dad how good Pavlik was - he was not capricious at all in a toy store!
The next day, Mom and Pavlik went to the grocery store. Pavlik wanted gummies. He asked my mother to buy them. Mom said: “No, Pavlik. They make your stomach ache. " Instead of begging his mother, Pavlik began to think as the Hare had taught him. Yes, he really wants these sweets. But Mom is right - he had a stomach ache last time. What to do? And Pavlik came up with it. He went up to mom and said: "Mom, please buy me something tasty and healthy!" Mom thought a little and asked: "Will peaches suit you?" Pavlik, of course, likes gummy more, but peaches don't hurt his stomach! We bought peaches. Both left the store in good mood... Mom again praised Pavlik, and he himself knew that he had learned to negotiate with his mother. Thanks to the Good Magic Hare!
After reading the tale, you can ask questions:
1. What do you think this fairy tale is about?
2. Did you like Pavlik?
3. What did the Kind Magic Hare teach Pavlik?
4. What would have happened if the Kind Magic Hare had not taught Pavlik to act differently?
