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A family of pixies is looking for a place for their children to sleep, but nowhere on the farm is good enough. Will they find somewhere in time to return the farmers horse and cart for planting season? Listen along with this Cornish folktale and see just where a pixie littling can get some sleep.

Children love a good story. Even more so when their mom or dad reads it to them. Reading bed time stories to your child is a delightful way to bond with them, as well as a good tool to encourage their love for reading and learning. And if that’s not amazing enough, reading to your child helps sharpen their memory, improve their vocabulary, and boosts their creativity. Another great benefit to reading bed time stories to your little one is that it gets them in a calmer state, just in time for bed.

Imagine the gentle voice of a loving grandmother telling stories that soothe, comfort, and fill your child’s mind with calmness before sleep. This exclusive collection features timeless bedtime stories, lovingly crafted by Grandma Rose, an Italian grandmother from the 1960s.

Dream Time Fairy Tales are based on four great tales from around the world. Sit back relax and get ready to go in to the Land of make Believe!

In the first volume of Dream Time Fairy Tales - The Classics, three timeless tales whisk you away to a land where beans grow into a sky-high beanstalk, a frog transforms to a handsome prince, and a very unusual cat is inherited by a young son. So gather the youngsters, or the young at heart, and listen to these fabulously funny, twisted tales.

In the second volume of Dream Time Fairy Tales - The Classics, three everlasting stories, which travel from generation to generation, unfold with tales of gingerbread houses, a very greedy little man with an forgettable name, and a girl locked in a tower with a name as famous as her long locks of hair. Let your mind wander and your spirit relax with these youthful fairy stories.

In the woods, on a high bank near the open seashore, there stood such a very old oak tree. It was exactly three hundred and sixty-five years old, but this long span of years seemed to the tree scarcely longer than as many days do to people like us. A tree's life is not the same as a man's. We are awake during the day, and sleep at night, and we have our dreams.

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.

Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was what he called himself before he could speak plain: he meant it for Charles, and it is all well enough if one does but know it. He had now to take care of his little sister Augusta, who was much younger than himself, and he was, besides, to learn his lesson at the same time; but these two things would not do together at all. There sat the poor little fellow, with his sister on his lap, and he sang to her all the songs he knew; and he glanced the while from time to time into the geography-book that lay open before him.