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An ecological fairy tale about animals. Ecological fairy tale “Friends of the Forest”

Bunny and Bear

Ecological fairy tale

This story happened in our forest, and a familiar magpie brought it to me on its tail.

One day the Bunny and the Little Bear went for a walk in the forest. They took food with them and set off. The weather was wonderful. The gentle sun was shining. The animals found a beautiful clearing and stopped there. The Bunny and the Little Bear played, had fun, and tumbled on the soft green grass.

Towards evening they got hungry and sat down to have a snack. The kids ate their fill, littered and, without cleaning up after themselves, ran home happy.

Time has passed. The playful girls went for a walk in the forest again. We found our clearing, it was no longer as beautiful as before, but the friends were in high spirits, and they started a competition. But trouble happened: they stumbled upon their garbage and got dirty. And the little bear got his paw into a tin can and for a long time could not free it. The kids realized what they had done, cleaned up after themselves and never littered again.

This is the end of my story, and the essence of the tale is that nature is not able to cope with pollution itself. Each of us must take care of her and then we will walk in a clean forest, live happily and beautifully in our city or village and will not end up in the same story as the animals.

Masha and the Bear

Ecological fairy tale

In one kingdom, in one state, on the edge of a small village, there lived a grandfather and a woman in a hut. And they had a granddaughter - a restless girl named Masha. Masha and her friends loved to go for walks on the street and play different games.

Not far from that village there was a large forest. And, as you know, three bears lived in that forest: papa bear Mikhailo Potapych, mama bear Marya Potapovna, and little bear son Mishutka. They lived very well in the forest, they had enough of everything - there was a lot of fish in the river, there were enough berries and roots, and they stored honey for the winter. And how clean the air was in the forest, the water in the river was clear, the grass was green all around! In a word, they lived in their hut and did not grieve.

And people loved to go to this forest for various needs: some to collect mushrooms, berries and nuts, some to chop firewood, and some to harvest twigs and bark for weaving. That forest fed and helped everyone. But then Masha and her friends got into the habit of going into the forest, organizing picnics and walks. They have fun, play, pick rare flowers and herbs, break young trees, and leave behind garbage - as if the whole village came and trampled. Wrappers, pieces of paper, juice and drink bags, lemonade bottles and much more. They didn’t clean up anything after themselves, they thought nothing bad would happen.

And it became so dirty in that forest! Mushrooms and berries no longer grow, and flowers are no longer pleasing to the eye, and animals began to run away from the forest. At first, Mikhailo Potapych and Marya Potapovna were surprised, what happened, why was it so dirty all around? And then they saw Masha and her friends relaxing in the forest, and they understood where all the forest troubles came from. Mikhailo Potapych became furious! On family council the bears figured out how to teach Masha and her friends a lesson. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and little Mishutka collected all the garbage, and at night they went to the village and scattered it around the houses, and left a note telling people not to go into the forest anymore, otherwise Mikhailo Potapych would bully them.

People woke up in the morning and couldn’t believe their eyes! All around there is dirt, garbage, no earth in sight. And after reading the note, people were saddened; how could they now live without the gifts of the forest? And then Masha and her friends realized what they had done. They apologized to everyone and collected all the trash. And they went into the forest to ask the bears for forgiveness. They apologized for a long time, promised not to harm the forest anymore, to be friends with nature. The bears forgave them and taught them how to behave correctly in the forest and not cause harm. And everyone only benefited from that friendship!

No place for trash

Ecological fairy tale

Once upon a time there was Garbage. He was ugly and angry. Everyone was talking about him. Garbage appeared in the city of Grodno after people began throwing bags, newspapers, and leftover food past trash cans and containers. Garbage was very proud that his possessions were everywhere: in every house and yard. Those who throw garbage add “strength” to garbage. Some people throw candy wrappers everywhere, drink water and throw bottles. The trash just rejoices at this. After some time, there was more and more garbage.

Not far from the city lived a Wizard. He loved the clean city very much and rejoiced at the people who lived in it. One day he looked at the city and was very upset. There are candy wrappers, paper, and plastic cups everywhere.

The Wizard called his assistants: Cleanliness, Neatness, Order. And he said: “You see what people have done! Let's bring order to this city! The assistants, together with the Wizard, began to restore order. They took brooms, dustpans, rakes and began to remove all the garbage. Their work was in full swing: “We are friends with cleanliness and order, but we don’t need garbage at all,” the assistants chanted. I saw Garbage that Cleanliness was walking through the city. She saw him and said: “Come on, Garbage, hold on - it's better don’t fight us!”

The garbage was terrified. Yes, when he screams: “Oh, don’t touch me! I lost my wealth - where can I go?” Neatness, Cleanliness and Order looked at him sternly and began to threaten him with a broom. He ran from the city of Garbage, saying: “Well, I’ll find a shelter for myself, there’s a lot of garbage - they won’t remove it all. There are still yards, I’ll wait for better times!”

And the Wizard's assistants removed all the garbage. All around the city it became clean. Cleanliness and Neatness began to sort out all the garbage put in bags. Purity said: “This is paper - not garbage. You need to collect it separately. After all, new notebooks and textbooks are made from it,” and she placed old newspapers, magazines, and cardboard in a paper container.

Accuracy announced: “We’ll feed the birds and pets with the leftover food. We will take the rest of the food waste into containers for food waste. And we will place the glass, empty jars and glassware in a glass container.”

And Order continues: “And we won’t throw away plastic cups and bottles. The children will have new toys made of plastic. There is no garbage in nature, no waste, let’s, friends, learn from nature,” and threw it into the plastic trash bin.

So our wizard and his assistants brought order to the city, taught people to take care Natural resources and explained that one thing is enough to maintain cleanliness - do not litter.

A tale about a trash-cursor

Ecological fairy tale

In a far, distant forest, on a small hill in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and whiled away the years. They lived together and guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.

And there is beauty all around – you can’t take your eyes off it! You can find as many mushrooms and berries as you want. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old people could be proud of their forest.

And they had two assistants, two bears: the busybody Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not give offense to the forest villagers.

And everything would be fine, everything would be fine, but one clear autumn morning, suddenly, from the top of a tall Christmas tree, a Magpie screamed anxiously. The animals hid, the birds scattered, they waited: what will happen?

The forest was filled with noise, and screams, and anxiety, and great noise. People came with baskets, buckets and backpacks to pick up mushrooms. Until the evening, the cars hummed, and the old forest man and the old forest woman sat hidden in the hut. And at night, poor things, they didn’t dare close their eyes.

And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the hill, illuminating both the forest and the centuries-old hut. The old people came out, sat on the rubble, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch their legs and take a walk through the forest. They looked around and were stunned: the forest was not a forest, but some kind of dump, which it would be a pity to even call a forest. Cans, bottles, pieces of paper and rags are scattered everywhere in disarray.

The old forest man shook his beard:

So what is this being done?! Let's go, old lady, clean up the forest, remove the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!

They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, approach each other. They spun the screw - and out of the garbage arose an incomprehensible beast, skinny, unkempt and, at the same time, terribly disgusting: Junk-Wretched. The bones rattle, the whole forest laughs:

Along the road through the bushes -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

In untrodden places -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

I am great, many-sided,

I am paper, I am iron,

I am plastic-useful,

I am a glass bottle

I am damned, damned!

I'll settle in your forest -

I will bring a lot of grief!

The forest villagers got scared and called out to the bears. Busy Masha and grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly and stood on their hind legs. What is left for the Junk-Wretched Man to do? Just scurry. It rolled like rubbish over the bushes, along ditches and hummocks, all further away, all to the side, so that the bears wouldn’t get a single piece of paper. He gathered himself into a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became the Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast at that.

What to do? How to get to Khlamishche-Okayanishche? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old forest dwellers became depressed, the bears became quiet. They just hear someone singing and driving through the forest. They look: and this is the Queen of the Forest on a huge fiery red fox. As he drives, he wonders: why is there so much garbage lying around in the forest?

Remove all this trash immediately!

And the foresters responded:

We can't handle it! This is not just rubbish, it is a Junk-Cursed: an incomprehensible, skinny, unkempt beast.

I don’t see any beast and I don’t believe you!

The Forest Queen bent down, reached for the piece of paper, and wanted to pick it up. And the piece of paper flew away from her. All the garbage gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, becoming a Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast.

The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:

Look, what a freak! What a beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! The good pit is crying for you!

She waved her hand - the ground parted, creating a deep hole. The Khlamishche-Okayanische fell there, couldn’t get out, lay down at the bottom.

The Forest Queen laughed:

That's it - it's good!

The old forest people don’t want to let her go, and that’s all. The junk disappeared, but the worries remained.

And if people come again, what will we, Mother, do?

Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears to the forest!

The forest has calmed down. The Queen of the Forest rode off on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their little hut, living and living, drinking tea. The sky is frowning or the sun is shining, the forest is beautiful and joyfully bright. There is so much joy and bright joy in the whisper of leaves, in the breath of the wind! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!

But as soon as the cars began to hum again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call their bear neighbors for help. They entered the forest, growled, and stood up on their hind legs. People got scared and let's run! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.

Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, they taught the bears, they surrounded the Khlamishche-Okayanische, drove them to the pit, and drove them into the pit. He couldn’t get out of there; he lay down at the bottom.

But the troubles of the old forest woman and the forest forest grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers and hunters for bear skins came into the forest. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled sadly from the shots. Those who could, flew away, and those who could, ran away. For some reason it became joyless in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!

But the hunters suddenly notice: a red light flashes behind the bushes.

Save yourself! Let's quickly run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's die! We'll burn!

The hunters noisily climbed into their cars, got scared, and sped out of the forest. And this is just the Queen of the Forest racing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the little hill disappeared, and the hut disappeared with the woodsmen. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason, in that place there became a huge impassable swamp.

The Queen of the Forest is waiting for people to become kind and wise and stop acting up in the forest.

The story of one drop

(sad tale about water)

A transparent stream of water ran from an open tap. The water fell directly to the ground and disappeared, irrevocably absorbed into the soil cracked by the scorching rays of the sun.

A heavy drop of water, timidly peeking out from this stream, looked down with caution. In a split second, her entire long, eventful life flashed through her head.

She remembered how, frolicking and playing in the sun, she, Little Droplet, appeared from a young and daring Spring that timidly made its way out of the ground. With her sisters, the same mischievous Little Droplets, she frolicked among the birches whispering tender words to them, among the flaming bright colors flowers of meadows, among fragrant forest herbs. How Little Drop loved to look at the clear high sky, at the feather-light clouds slowly floating and reflected in the small mirror of the Spring.

The droplet remembered how the Spring, which over time became bold and strong, turned into a noisy stream and, knocking down stones, hills and sandy embankments on its way, swept through the lowlands, choosing a place for its new refuge.

Thus was born the River, which wound like a serpentine, bypassing virgin forests and high mountains.

And now, having become mature and full-flowing, the River sheltered burbot and perch, bream and pike perch in its waters. Small fish frolicked in its warm waves, and a predatory pike hunted for it. Many birds nested along the banks: ducks, wild geese, mute swans, gray herons. At sunrise, roe deer and deer visited the watering hole, the thunderstorm of the local forests - the wild boar with its brood - did not mind tasting the cleanest and most delicious icy water.

Often a Man came to the shore, settled down by the River, enjoyed its coolness in the summer heat, admired the sunrises and sunsets, marveled at the harmonious chorus of frogs in the evening, looked with tenderness at a pair of swans who settled nearby by the water.

And in winter, children's laughter could be heard near the River; children and adults set up a skating rink on the River and were now gliding along the sparkling mirror of ice on sleds and skates. And where was there to sit still! The droplets watched them from under the ice and shared their joy with the people.

All this happened. But it seems so long ago!

For so many years, Droplet has seen a lot. She also learned that springs and rivers are not inexhaustible. And the Man, the same Man who so loved to be on the shore, enjoy the River, drink cold spring water, this Man takes this water for his needs. Yes, he doesn’t just take it, but spends it in a completely uneconomical way.

And now water flowed out in a thin stream from the tap, and a drop of water, closing its eyes, set off into a frightening, unknown future.

“Do I have a future? - Drop thought with horror. “After all, I’m going, it seems, to nowhere.”

How Cloud was in the desert

(a tale about a place where there is no water)

Cloud once got lost. She ended up in the desert.

How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought, looking around. - Everything is so yellow...

The wind came and leveled the sandy hills.

How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought again. - Everything is so smooth...

The sun began to get hotter.

How beautiful it is here! - V Once again thought Cloud. - Everything is so warm...

The whole day passed like this. Behind him is the second, the third... Cloud was still delighted with what she saw in the desert.

Week is gone. Month. It was both warm and light in the desert. The sun has chosen this place on earth. The wind often came here.

There was only one thing missing here - blue lakes, green meadows, birds singing, the splash of fish in the river.

Cloud cried. No, the desert cannot see lush meadows or dense oak forests, its inhabitants cannot inhale the scent of flowers, nor can it hear the ringing trill of a nightingale.

The most important thing is missing here - WATER, and, therefore, there is no LIFE.

The Power of Rain and Friendship

(a tale about the life-giving power of water)

An alarmed Bee was circling over the lawn.

How can this be? It hasn't rained for many days.

She looked around the lawn. The bells lowered their heads dejectedly. Daisies folded their snow-white petals. The drooping grasses looked up to the sky with hope. The birches and rowan trees were talking sadly among themselves. Their leaves gradually turned from soft green to dirty gray, turning yellow before our eyes. It became hard for the Bugs, Dragonflies, Bees and Butterflies. The Hare, Fox and Wolf were languishing from the heat in their warm fur coats, hiding in holes and not paying attention to each other. And Grandfather Bear climbed into a shady raspberry patch to at least escape from the scorching sun.

Tired of the heat. But there was still no rain.

Grandfather Bear, - Bee buzzed, - tell me what to do. There is no escape from the s-s-heat. The rain-j-zhidik probably forgot about our puddle-zh-zhayka.

And you find a free Wind - a breeze, - answered the old wise Bear, - he walks all over the world, knows about everything that is happening in the world. He will help.

The Bee flew off in search of the Wind.

And he was playing mischief at that time in distant countries. Little Bee found him and told him about the trouble. They hurried to the lawn forgotten by Rain, and along the way they took with them a light Cloud resting in the sky. Cloud did not immediately understand why Bee and Breeze disturbed him. And when I saw drying forests, fields, meadows, and unfortunate animals, I became worried:

I will help the lawn and its inhabitants!

The Cloud frowned and turned into a rain cloud. The cloud began to swell, covering the entire sky.

She sulked and sulked until she burst into warm summer rain.

The rain danced dashingly across the revived lawn. He walked on the Earth, and everything around

fed on water, sparkled, rejoiced, sang a hymn to rain and friendship.

And the Bee, contented and happy, at that time was sitting under a wide Dandelion leaf and thinking about the life-giving power of water and that we often do not appreciate this amazing gift of nature.

The Story of Little Frog

(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)

Little Frog was bored. All the Frogs around were adults, and he had no one to play with. Now he was lying on a wide leaf of a river lily and carefully looking at the sky.

The sky is so blue and alive, like the water in our pond. This must be the pond, only in reverse. If so, then there are probably frogs there.

He jumped up on his thin legs and shouted:

Hey! Frogs from the heavenly pond! If you can hear me, respond! Let's be friends!

But no one responded.

Ah well! - exclaimed the Frog. – Are you playing hide and seek with me?! There you are!

And he made a funny grimace.

Mother Frog, who was tracking a mosquito nearby, just laughed.

Silly you! The sky is not a pond, and there are no frogs there.

But rain often drips from the sky, and at night it darkens, just like our water in the pond. And these tasty mosquitoes so often fly into the air!

How little you are,” Mom laughed again. “The mosquitoes need to escape from us, so they fly into the air.” And the water in our pond on hot days evaporates, rises into the sky, and then returns to our pond again in the form of rain. Got it, baby?

“Yeah,” the Little Frog nodded his green head.

And I thought to myself:

Anyway, someday I will find a friend from heaven. After all, there is water there! Which means there are Frogs!!!

Every living thing needs water

Ecological fairy tale

Once upon a time there lived a hare. One day he decided to take a walk in the forest. The day was very cloudy, it was raining, but this did not stop the bunny from taking a morning walk through his native forest. A bunny is walking, walking, and a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.

- “Hello hedgehog! Why are you so sad?"

- “Hello bunny! Why be happy, look at the weather all morning It is raining, the mood is disgusting."

- “Hedgehog, imagine what would happen if there was no rain at all, and the sun always shone.”

- “It would be great, we could walk, sing songs, have fun!”

- “Yeah, hedgehog, it’s not like that. If there is no rain, all the trees, grass, flowers, all living things will wither and die.”

- “Come on, hare, I don’t believe you.”

- “Let's check it out”?

- “And how are we going to check this?”

- “Very simple, here’s a hedgehog holding a bouquet of flowers, this is a gift from me.”

- “Oh thank you bunny, you are a real friend!”

- “Hedgehog and you give me flowers.”

- “Yes, just take it.”

- “And now it’s time to check the hedgehog. Now we will each go to our own homes. I will put my flowers in a vase and pour water into it. And you, hedgehog, also put flowers in a vase, but don’t pour water.”

- “Okay, hare. Goodbye"!

Three days have passed. The hare, as usual, went out for a walk in the forest. On this day, the bright sun shone and warmed us with its warm rays. A bunny is walking and suddenly a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.

- “Hedgehog, are you sad again?” The rain has long stopped, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering. You should be happy."

- “Why should the hare be happy? The flowers you gave me have dried up. I’m so sorry, it was your gift.”

- “Hedgehog, do you understand why your flowers have dried up”?

“Of course I understand, I understand everything now. They dried out because they were in a vase without water.”

- “Yes, hedgehog, all living things need water. If there is no water, all living things will dry out and die. And rain is droplets of water that fall to the ground and nourish all the flowers and plants. Trees. Therefore, you need to enjoy everything, rain and sun.”

- “Bunny, I understood everything, thank you. Let’s go for a walk through the forest together and enjoy everything around us!”

A tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth

Ecological fairy tale

Once upon a time there lived a king, and he had three sons. One day the king gathered his sons and ordered them to bring a MIRACLE. The eldest son brought gold and silver, the middle son brought gems, and the youngest son brought ordinary water. Everyone started laughing at him, and he said:

Water is the greatest miracle on Earth. The traveler I met was ready to give me all his jewelry for a sip of water. He was thirsty. I gave him clean water to drink and gave him some more to spare. I didn’t need his jewelry; I realized that water is more valuable than any wealth.

And another time I saw a drought. Without rain, the whole field dried up. It came to life only after it rained, filling it with life-giving moisture.

For the third time I had to help people put out a forest fire. Many animals suffered from it. If we had not stopped the fire, the whole village could have burned down if it had spread to it. We needed a lot of water, but we managed with all our might. That was the end of my search.

And now, I think you all understand why water is a wonderful miracle, because without it there would be nothing alive on Earth. Birds, animals, fish, and people cannot live a day without water. And water also has magical powers: it turns into ice and steam,” the youngest son finished his story and showed all the honest people the wonderful properties of water.

The king listened youngest son and declared water the greatest miracle on earth. In his royal Decree, he ordered to conserve water and not pollute water bodies.

Why is the earth's dress green?

A. Lopatina

What's the greenest thing on earth? - a little girl once asked her mother.

Grass and trees, daughter,” my mother answered.

Why did they choose green and not some other color?

This time my mother thought for a moment and then said:

The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew a dress in the color of faith and hope for his beloved Earth, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, a green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees gives birth to hope and faith in a person’s heart, making it purer.

But by autumn the grass dries out and the leaves fall off.

Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:

Did you sleep sweetly in your soft bed today, daughter?

The girl looked at her mother in surprise:

I slept well, but what does my bed have to do with it?

Flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket, just as sweetly as you do in your crib. Trees rest to gain new strength and delight the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget during the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, and don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree and the pine tree are our joy and turn green in winter.

Who decorates the earth

A. Lopatina

A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body; there was no vegetation, no water, or those beautiful colors that decorate it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a countless number of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and the Water to give them life-giving moisture.

The sun began to warm the Earth and water, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monochromatic soil spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.

Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears every time the sun shines through the rain. She stands above the ground and looks to see if the Earth is beautifully decorated.

Here are clearings in the forest. They look alike, like twin sisters. They are sisters. Everyone has one forest-father, everyone has one mother earth. The Polyana sisters put on colored dresses every spring, show off in them, and ask:

Am I the whitest in the world?

All blush?

Bluer?

The first clearing is all white with daisies.

In the second, sunny meadow, small carnation stars with red sparks in the centers bloomed, and the whole meadow became blush pink. On the third, surrounded by old spruce trees, forget-me-nots bloomed and the clearing became blue. The fourth is lilac with bells.

And suddenly Rainbow Arc sees black fire wounds, gray trampled spots, torn holes. Someone tore, burned, and trampled the multi-colored dress of the Earth.

The Rainbow Arc asks the heavenly beauty, the golden sun, the clean rains to help the earth heal its wounds, to sew a new dress for the earth. Then the Sun sends golden smiles to the earth. The sky sends blue smiles to the Earth. The rainbow arc gives the Earth smiles of all colors of joy. And Heavenly Beauty turns all these smiles into flowers and herbs. She walks the Earth and decorates the Earth with flowers.

Multi-colored meadows, meadows and gardens begin to smile at people again. These are the blue smiles of forget-me-nots - for true memory. These are the golden smiles of dandelions - for happiness. Red smiles of carnations are for joy. Lilac smiles of bluebells and meadow geraniums are for love. Every morning the Earth meets people and extends all its smiles to them. Take it people.

Mighty Blade of Grass

M. Skrebtsova

One day the trees began to spare the grass:

We feel sorry for you, grass. There is no one lower than you in the forest. Everyone is trampling on you. They got used to your softness and pliability and stopped noticing you completely. For example, everyone takes us into account: people, animals, and birds. We are proud and tall. You too, grass, need to reach up.

The grass answers them proudly:

I don’t need pity, dear trees. Even though I am not tall enough, I am of great use. When they walk on me, I just rejoice. That's why I have grass, to cover the ground: it's more comfortable to walk on a green mat than on bare ground. If someone gets caught in the rain on the way, and the paths and roads turn into mud, you can wipe your feet on me like a clean towel. I am always clean and fresh after the rain. And in the morning, when there is dew on me, I can even wash myself with grass.

Besides, trees, I only look weak. Look at me carefully. They crushed me, trampled me, but I was intact. It’s not like a person, a cow or a horse walks on me, - and they weigh quite a lot - four, or even five centners - but I don’t care. Even a multi-ton car can pass over me, but I’m still alive. Of course, the pressure on me is incredible, but I endure. Little by little I straighten up and sway again, as before. You trees, although tall, often cannot withstand hurricanes, but I, weak and low, don’t care about hurricanes.

The trees are silent, the grass has nothing to say to them, but she continues:

If my fate falls to be born where people decided to lay a path, I still do not die. They trample me day after day, press me into the mud with their feet and wheels, and I again reach out with new shoots towards light and warmth. Ant grass and plantain even like to settle right on the roads. It’s as if they’ve been testing their strength all their lives, and they don’t give up yet.

The trees exclaimed:

Yes, grass, you have Herculean strength hidden within you.

Mighty Oak says:

I remembered now how the city birds told me how you break through thick asphalt in the city. I didn’t believe them then, I laughed. And no wonder: people use crowbars and jackhammers to manage this thickness, and you are so tiny.

The grass exclaimed joyfully:

Yes, oak, breaking asphalt is not a problem for us. Newly born dandelion sprouts in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.

The birch tree, which had been silent until now, said:

I, little grass, never considered you worthless. I have admired your beauty for a long time. We trees have only one face, but you have many faces. Whomever you see in the clearing: sunny daisies, red flowers of carnations, golden tansy buttons, delicate bells, and cheerful fireweed. A forester I know told me that there are about 20 thousand different species of grass in our country, but smaller trees and shrubs - only two thousand.

Here a hare unexpectedly intervened in the conversation and led her bunnies into a forest clearing:

From us, hares, grass, low bow to you too. I had no idea that you were so strong, but I always knew that you were the most useful of all. For us, you are the best treat, juicy and nutritious. Many wild animals will prefer you to any other food. The giant elk himself bows his head to you. People won't live a day without you. They specially raise you in fields and vegetable gardens. After all, wheat, rye, corn, rice and various vegetables are also herbs. And you have so many vitamins that you can’t count them!

Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare and her cubs quickly hid, and just in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.

Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? - the trees asked in surprise.

Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.

Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases,” explained the grass. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.

Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us,” the pine tree entered the conversation.

In fact, dear pine tree, this is not the only way I resemble trees. Since we're having this conversation, I'll tell you ancient secret our origin,” the grass said solemnly. - Usually we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before, grasses were trees, but not simple ones, but powerful ones. This happened millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.

Here the trees began to look for similarities between each other and the grass. Everyone is noisy and interrupting each other. They got tired and finally quieted down.

Then the grass tells them:

You shouldn’t feel sorry for someone who doesn’t need pity, right, dear trees?

And all the trees immediately agreed with her.

The story of one Christmas tree

Ecological fairy tale

This is a sad story, but it was told to me by old Aspen, which grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's begin.

Once upon a time, a Christmas tree grew up in our forest, she was small, defenseless and everyone took care of her: large trees protected her from the wind, birds pecked at the black furry caterpillars, the rain watered her, the breeze blew in the heat. Everyone loved Yolochka, and she was kind and affectionate. No one could hide the little bunnies better than her from an evil wolf or a cunning fox. All animals and birds were treated with its fragrant resin.

Time passed, our Christmas tree grew up and became so beautiful that birds from neighboring forests flew in to admire it. There has never been such a beautiful slender and fluffy Christmas tree in the forest! The Christmas tree knew about its beauty, but was not at all proud, it was still the same, sweet and kind.

Nearing New Year, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many forest beauties - Christmas trees - faced the sad fate of falling under the ax. One day two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest looking for the most beautiful tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the person, waving its fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn’t know why he needed the tree. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.

“Stupid, stupid,” old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”

Never before had he seen such a beautiful, slender and fluffy Christmas tree. “Good, just what you need!” - said the man and... He began to chop the thin trunk with an axe. The Christmas tree screamed in pain, but it was too late, and she fell into the snow. Surprise and fear were her last feelings!

When a man roughly pulled the Christmas tree by the trunk, tender green branches broke off and scattered the Christmas tree's trail in the snow. A terrible ugly stump is all that remains of the Christmas tree in the forest.

This is the story the old creaky Aspen told me...

The Tale of the Little Cedar

Ecological fairy tale

I want to tell you an interesting tale that I heard in the forest while picking mushrooms.

One day in the taiga two squirrels got into a fight over a pine cone and dropped it.

When the cone fell, a nut fell out of it. He fell into the soft and fragrant pine needles. The nut lay there for a long time and then one day it turned into a cedar sprout. He was proud and thought that he had learned a lot during the time that he lay in the ground. But the old fern, which grew nearby, explained to him that he was still very small. And he pointed to the tall cedars.

“You will be the same and live another three hundred years!” - said the fern to the cedar sprout. And the cedar began to listen to the fern and learn from it. Kedrenok learned a lot of interesting things over the summer. I stopped being afraid of the hare, which often ran past. I rejoiced at the sun, which looked through the huge paws of pines and large cedars.

But one day a terrible incident happened. One morning, Kedrenok saw that all the birds and animals were running past him. They were terribly frightened by something. It seemed to Kedrenk that now he would definitely be trampled, but he did not know that the worst was yet to come. Soon white choking smoke appeared. Fern explained to Kedrenk that this is a forest fire that kills everything in its path.

“Will I never grow up to be a big cedar?” - thought Kedrenok.

And now red tongues of fire were already close, crawling through the grass and trees, leaving behind only black coals. It's already getting hot! Kedrenok began to say goodbye to the fern, when suddenly he heard a loud buzzing and saw a huge bird in the sky. It was a rescue helicopter. Water started pouring out of the helicopter at the same moment.

"We are saved"! – Kedrenok was delighted. Indeed, the water stopped the fire. The cedar tree was not injured, but one branch of the fern was scorched.

In the evening, Kedrenok asked the fern, “Where did this terrible fire come from?”

Fern explained to him that this disaster happens due to the carelessness of people who come to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. People light a fire in the forest and leave embers, which then flare up in the wind.

"How so"? – the little cedar was surprised. “After all, the forest feeds them, treats them with berries and mushrooms, but they destroy it.”

“When every person thinks about this, then maybe there will be no fires in our forests,” said the old and wise fern.

“In the meantime, we have only one hope that we will be rescued in time.”

And when I heard this fairy tale, I really wanted all people to take care of nature, which treats them with its gifts. And I hope that main character In my fairy tale, “Kedrenok” will grow into a big cedar and live three hundred, and maybe more, years!

Methodical piggy bank

Ecological tales for children preschool age

Bespalova Larisa Vladimirovna

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- A. Lopatina………………………………………………………...3

Who decorates the earthA. Lopatina………………………………………………………………………………………..3

Mighty Blade of GrassM. Skrebtsova………………………………………………………………………………...4

The story of one Christmas tree(Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………..6

The Tale of the Little Cedar(Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………………..7

Ecological tales about water………………………………………………………………..8

- The story of one drop(sad tale about water)………………………………………………………8

How Cloud was in the desert(a tale about a place where there is no water)……………………………………..9

The Power of Rain and Friendship(tale about the life-giving power of water)…………………………………….10

The Story of Little Frog(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)…………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ………………eleven

Every living thing needs water(Ecological fairy tale)……………………………………………...11

A tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth(Ecological fairy tale)…………………12

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Bunny and Bear(Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………..13

Masha and the Bear (Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………………………………………………14

No place for trash(Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………………..15

A tale about a trash-cursor(Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………16

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Noble mushroomM. Malyshev………………………………………………………………………………18

Brave honey fungusE. Shim………………………………………………………………………………………19

War of the mushrooms…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..20

Introduction to mushroomsA. Lopatina……………………………………………………………………………….…..21

Mushroom pharmacyA. Lopatina………………………………………………………………………………....23

Two tales N. Pavlova……………………………………………………………………………………………….…25

For mushrooms N. Sladkov…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..28

fly agaric N. Sladkov………………………………………………………………………………………...29

Rival O. Chistyakovsky………………………………………………………………………………...…29

Ecological tales about plants

Why is the earth's dress green?

A. Lopatina

What's the greenest thing on earth? - a little girl once asked her mother.

Grass and trees, daughter,” my mother answered.

Why did they choose green and not some other color?

This time my mother thought for a moment and then said:

But by autumn the grass dries out and the leaves fall off.

Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:

Did you sleep sweetly in your soft bed today, daughter?

The girl looked at her mother in surprise:

I slept well, but what does my bed have to do with it?

Who decorates the earth

A. Lopatina

Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears every time the sun shines through the rain. She stands above the ground and looks to see if the Earth is beautifully decorated.

Am I the whitest in the world?

All blush?

Bluer?

The first clearing is all white with daisies.

And suddenly Rainbow Arc sees black fire wounds, gray trampled spots, torn holes. Someone tore, burned, and trampled the multi-colored dress of the Earth.

Mighty Blade of Grass

M. Skrebtsova

One day the trees began to spare the grass:

The grass answers them proudly:

The trees are silent, the grass has nothing to say to them, but she continues:

The trees exclaimed:

Yes, grass, you have Herculean strength hidden within you.

Mighty Oak says:

The grass exclaimed joyfully:

Yes, oak, breaking asphalt is not a problem for us. Newly born dandelion sprouts in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.

The birch tree, which had been silent until now, said:

Here a hare unexpectedly intervened in the conversation and led her bunnies into a forest clearing:

Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare and her cubs quickly hid, and just in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.

Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? - the trees asked in surprise.

Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.

Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases,” explained the grass. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.

Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us,” the pine tree entered the conversation.

In fact, dear pine tree, this is not the only way I resemble trees. Since we have such a conversation, I will tell you the ancient secret of our origin,” the grass said solemnly. - Usually we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before, grasses were trees, but not simple ones, but powerful ones. This happened millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.

Here the trees began to look for similarities between each other and the grass. Everyone is noisy and interrupting each other. They got tired and finally quieted down.

Then the grass tells them:

You shouldn’t feel sorry for someone who doesn’t need pity, right, dear trees?

And all the trees immediately agreed with her.

The story of one Christmas tree

Ecological fairy tale

This is a sad story, but it was told to me by old Aspen, which grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's begin.

The New Year was approaching, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many beautiful forest Christmas trees faced the sad fate of falling under the ax. One day two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest looking for the most beautiful tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the person, waving its fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn’t know why he needed the tree. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.

“Stupid, stupid,” old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”

This is the story the old creaky Aspen told me...

The Tale of the Little Cedar