2 Simple English Stories for Kids
The Curious Case of the Stolen Smile
One sunny morning in a small town, something strange happened: everyone woke up to find their smiles were missing.
People looked in the mirror, but their faces were blank. There were no happy grins or cheerful expressions, only sad faces.
Little Mia, who lived in a cozy house at the end of the street, was the first to notice. Known for her bright smile, Mia was always a happy girl. But today, her smile was gone.
“Mom, I can’t find my smile! Where did it go?” Mia asked as she ran to her mother.
Her mother, looking worried, replied, “I don’t know, Mia. But something strange is happening. We need to find out.”
Mia decided to investigate. She put on her favorite red shoes and went out into the town. As she walked through the streets, she saw the same sad faces everywhere.
No one was smiling. Even the birds seemed quiet, as if they too had lost their joy.
Mia went to Mr. Finn, the town’s old baker. His bakery usually smelled of sweet bread and cakes, but today, it was silent.
“Mr. Finn, have you seen my smile?” Mia asked.
Mr. Finn scratched his head and said, “I haven’t seen anyone’s smile. It’s like they were stolen! I haven’t smiled today either, and that’s strange for me!”
Next, Mia visited the park and found her best friend Benny sitting on a swing, staring at the ground.
“Benny, where is your smile?” Mia asked.
Benny looked up with wide eyes. “I don’t know, Mia! I was smiling this morning, but now… I just can’t.”
Mia thought for a moment. “Maybe someone took our smiles. Let’s look around and see if we can find them.”
The two friends walked through the town, asking everyone they met if they had seen anything unusual. They spoke to the postman, the teacher, and even the mayor. No one had seen anything, but everyone agreed—the smiles were gone.
Then Mia had an idea. She went back home and carefully searched her bedroom. Under her bed, she found a small purple box with a lock on it.
Curious, Mia opened the box with a key she found in her drawer. Inside, she saw something amazing—hundreds of bright, shining smiles! It looked like the smiles of everyone in the town, all collected together.
“This must be the work of the smile thief!” Mia gasped.
Just then, the door creaked open, and there stood a little old man wearing a big hat. He had a sly smile on his face.
“Ah, you found me,” he said. “I took the smiles to keep them safe. People were too busy and forgot to smile. I wanted to remind them of the joy they have inside.”
Mia was puzzled. “But why take the smiles? People need them to feel happy!”
The old man nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just wanted people to remember how beautiful a smile can be. But I see now that smiles should be shared, not kept in a box.”
Mia smiled brightly. “It’s okay! But please, give everyone back their smiles.”
The old man opened the box, letting the smiles float out and return to the people of the town.
As soon as the smiles touched their faces, everyone began to laugh and cheer. The town was filled with joy again.
From that day on, the people of the town made sure to smile every day. And the little old man, no longer sly, became their friend.
They never forgot how important it was to share their happiness.
And so, the curious case of the stolen smile was solved, leaving the town a little brighter, one smile at a time.
The Curious Case of the Missing Stars
In a small village surrounded by tall mountains, the night sky was always filled with twinkling stars.
Every evening, people would sit outside, looking up at the beautiful stars, telling stories and making wishes. It was a peaceful place where the stars seemed to shine just for them.
But one night, something strange happened. When the sun set and the stars should have appeared, the sky stayed dark.
Not a single star was to be seen. The villagers were puzzled. “Where are the stars?” they whispered to each other.
Little Lucy, a curious and brave girl, decided to find out. She loved the stars more than anyone else in the village.
Every night, she would lay on the grass and watch them sparkle. But tonight, there was nothing.
Lucy grabbed her flashlight, put on her warm coat, and headed out. “I have to find the stars,” she said to herself.
She first went to the village square, where the old storyteller, Mr. Harris, was usually telling tales to the children. But he was quiet, staring up at the empty sky.
“Mr. Harris, where are the stars?” Lucy asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t know, Lucy. They’ve been gone for hours. It’s the strangest thing.”
Lucy wasn’t ready to give up. She walked to the top of the hill, where the village’s big telescope stood, hoping to see something through it. But when she looked through, the sky was still dark.
Just then, a soft voice spoke behind her. “Looking for the stars?”
Lucy turned around and saw a small, glowing figure in front of her. It was a tiny star, no bigger than her hand, floating in the air.
“Who are you?” Lucy asked, surprised.
“I am Stella, the Star Keeper,” the tiny star said. “I am here to explain why the stars are gone.”
Lucy listened carefully. “Where did they go? We need them back!”
Stella’s glow dimmed. “The stars were taken by the Dark Cloud. The Dark Cloud is very sad and wants to hide all the light. It is making the sky dark and empty.”
Lucy felt sorry for the Dark Cloud. “But the stars bring so much joy to everyone. How can we help?”
Stella smiled softly. “We need to show the Dark Cloud that there is still light in the world. Only then will it return the stars.”
Lucy thought for a moment. “Maybe if everyone in the village shares their light, the Dark Cloud will see that there is always hope.”
Stella nodded. “That’s right. Let’s go!”
Lucy rushed back to the village and told everyone her plan. She asked everyone to light a lantern, hold a candle, or simply make a wish out loud.
The villagers, though confused at first, began to follow her lead. Soon, the village was filled with hundreds of little lights.
As the villagers gathered, something amazing happened. The Dark Cloud began to move.
It slowly parted, and the stars started to return to the sky, one by one. The stars twinkled brightly again, and the whole village cheered.
The Dark Cloud, now looking much smaller and softer, hovered above the village. “Thank you,” it whispered. “I was too sad and needed to see the light in others. I will not take the stars again.”
The villagers celebrated under the starry sky, their hearts filled with happiness. Lucy smiled, knowing that even the darkest clouds could be lifted by the light inside each of them.
And from that night on, the stars never disappeared again, and the villagers never forgot the power of sharing their light with others.
