About me and the chicken
When I was little and knew very little, I was surprised at everything and loved to compose.
For example, snow is flying. People will say - precipitation. And I’ll think: probably, somewhere in the blue meadows white dandelions have bloomed. Or maybe at night on the green roof cheerful clouds sat down to rest, their white legs dangling. If you pull a cloud's leg, it will sigh and fly. It will fly far somewhere. Why am I telling you all this? Yesterday an amazing thing happened in our chicken coop: a yellow chicken hatched from a white chicken egg into the green world. Yesterday he was small and saw the world for the first time.
It’s about how he was little and saw everything for the first time that I decided to write a book.
It's good to be small. And it’s even better to see everything for the first time.
Chicken night
Once upon a time there lived a chicken Taras. He was yellow, like the sun. And his character was sunny. The chicken was trusting and tried to make friends with everyone. One day a rooster appeared on the chicken's path. The rooster was very surprised at how Taras looked - he was scared, disheveled, his feathers were trembling.
- What's wrong with you, chicken? - asked the rooster.
“Now I’ll tell you everything,” said the chicken.
— When I was very little, I was friends with the puppy Potap. I was on short terms with him. But one day the puppy stood up on the wrong foot. And from that moment our troubles began. The puppy imagined that since he was an adult dog in the future, he should scare me and chase me around the yard. So I drove it today. I ran home as fast as I could, to the chicken coop. And he's behind me. I barely made it. Now don't set foot near him.
“You shouldn’t have been offended,” said the rooster. Potap likes to run, but he doesn’t hold a grudge. Look, he played a little trick and now he sleeps without his hind legs. Let's play with him when he wakes up.
“I won’t set foot near his kennel anymore,” muttered the chicken and went to play with the duckling.
But the rooster still decided to reconcile the former friends. When Potap woke up, the rooster told him that the chicken was offended by him. Potap barked for order and went to make peace with Taras. He looked at the chicken from head to toe and said that it looked like a little fluffy sun. Taras looked at the puppy incredulously, but did not turn away. Then the puppy took out a sugar bone from his hiding place and offered it to the chicken.
“Thank you, Potap, but chickens don’t eat bones,” said Taras.
The puppy blushed and hid the bone. But peace was restored. The rooster went home, the mother called the duckling, and the chicken and puppy began to play hide and seek. They played until the sun hid behind a cloud. It began to get dark, and the friends went home.
First surprise
Why was the chicken surprised at first? Well, of course, the sun. He looked at him and said:
- And what's that? If this is a ball, then where is the thread? And if it is a flower, then where is the stem?
“Stupid,” the chicken mother laughed. - This is the sun.
- Sunshine, sunshine! - the chicken sang. - Need to remember.
Then he saw another sun, in a small drop.
“Little sunshine,” he whispered into his yellow ear, “do you want me to take you to our little house, to the chicken coop, where it’s dark and cool?”
But the sun didn’t want to shine there. Again the chicken took the sun outside - it was burning.
- Stupid sunshine! - he got angry. “Where it’s light, it shines, but where it’s dark, it doesn’t want to shine.” Why?
But no one, not even big and grown-ups, could explain this to him.
Like a chicken looking for a voice
The first ray of sunlight ran along the path, jumped over the fence and looked under the currant bush. There on the green grass lay an egg.
“Truck!.. Truck-track!” The egg cracked, split, and the Chicken was born.
- Welcome! Happy birthday! Good morning! — the grass rustled, the flowers nodded, and the butterflies flapped their wings. - Pi! - Chicken Little squeaked. - Pi-pi-pi!..
- Carr! What are you squeaking there? What a voice! Can not hear anything. The voice must be loud. Like this: “Karr! Car-r!” - the Crow croaked, fluttered from the branch and flew away... “A loud voice is good,” thought the Chicken. - Everyone hears. But where can I get this loud voice?.. I’ll go look for it!”
A big green frog was sitting by a tub of water. - Kwa! Kwa-kwa! Kwa! - Good morning! - Chicken Little turned to her. “Could you teach me to speak just as loudly?” - Kva-kva-kva! Kwa-kwa-kwa! - the Frog laughed. “I think you’d better look for another voice.” And the Frog jumped into the water... “Search? But where?" - thought Chicken Little.
A cat was basking in the sun near the house. She lazily stretched and licked two tiny kittens. “Pi-pi-pi!.. Excuse me,” Chicken Little turned to the Cat, “could you help me?” I need a loud voice. - Me-ah! Murr-my-a-a-y! - the Cat purred. - Does this voice suit you? I think he's loud. In any case, the kittens can hear me perfectly well. “You have a very pleasant voice,” Chicken Little answered politely. “I just need a loud voice.” So that everyone can hear!
“Then you need to turn to the Dog.” - Thank you! - Chicken Little was delighted and rushed as fast as he could to the dog’s kennel. He stuck his head in there and squeaked: “Pi!” Pee-pee-pee! Hello! A red, shaggy head poked out of the kennel.
- Rrrrr! Hello, hello! What's happened? - You see, I have a very quiet voice. And I want to speak loudly and loudly! Teach me please! - With pleasure! Learn! And then you will be able to protect the owner and scare the wolves. The dog barked: “Woof!” Bow-wow! Woof! And now you! - Pi! Pi! Pi!.. Something is not working out. Sorry! We'll have to look for a voice elsewhere... Goodbye! - Ha-ga-ha! Where have you seen such kids walking around alone?! Where?! The Big Gray Goose looked angrily at Chicken and hissed:
- Shhh! Shhh! The chicken quickly ducked under a burdock leaf. "No no! I don’t need such an angry voice!” He waited until the Goose left and looked out from under the leaf. - Me-e-e! Me-e-e! - someone screamed loudly and plaintively very close by. - Me-e-e! The chicken came closer. It was a little white goat.
- Why are you crying? - asked Chicken Little. - To ma-me-e! To ma-me-e! - Do not Cry! Your mother will come. After all, you have such a loud voice. Not like mine: “Pi-i, pi-pi-i...” Who will hear me?!
But that was not the case. The Chicken was heard by his mother, the Chicken. - Where-where?! Where have you gone?! I was only gone for a minute! You are so little! You can't go too far!
- Mom mom! - Chicken complained. “I was looking for a loud voice, but I couldn’t find it!” - How stupid you are! - said the Chicken tenderly. - Listen to me carefully and remember:
The voice is loud or quiet - The voice can be any, It is only important that the voice is not someone else’s, but your own! - Do you understand?
- Pee-pee-got it! - Chicken was delighted and squealed loudly: - Pee-pee! Pee-e-e!
Second surprise
Why was the chicken surprised then? Again, again the sun.
What is it like? Of course, yellow. This is how the chicken saw it for the first time and decided that it would always be like this.
But one day a mischievous wind unwinded the golden ball. Along the path along which the sun walked, a multi-colored rainbow stretched from the hills to the river.
The chicken looked at the rainbow and laughed: but the sun is not yellow at all, it is multi-colored. Like a nesting doll.
Open the yellow nesting doll - there is a blue one in it. Open the blue one - it contains green. Open the green one - it contains blue. And in blue there is also red and orange.
So is the sun. If you roll it out and unwind the ball, there will be seven colored stripes. And if each of these stripes is wound separately, there will be seven colored suns. Yellow sun, blue, blue, green, all sorts of suns.
How many days are there in a week? Also seven. This means that every day one sun will rise. On Monday, for example, blue, on Tuesday - green, on Wednesday - blue, and on Sunday - yellow.
Sunday is a fun day.
Mom's birthday
This fairy tale about chickens teaches children to be caring and to be able to not only receive, but also give gifts.
“On an early autumn morning, the chickens Pik, Tsyp and their little sister Klu did not want to wake up. Papa rooster woke them up when the sun had just appeared over the horizon. The fact is that today was the mother chicken's birthday. Father Rooster asked if the chickens had a gift ready for their mother. But the chickens really wanted to sleep, but they didn’t want to prepare a surprise at all.
Then daddy rooster invited them to play a very interesting game. Well, who would refuse to play, even if it’s early morning outside?
The chickens quickly crawled out of their cribs and, on tiptoe, so as not to wake up their mother, followed their father to the kitchen.
On the table there was a bowl of flour, milk, sugar and multi-colored grains. Dad said that today all the chickens will be cooks.
Chick and Peek added milk and sugar to the flour and began to mix the dough, while dad and little Clue prepared the cream from butter and condensed milk. When the dough was ready, the chickens and dad put it in a mold and put it in the oven. The cooks coated the finished cake with cream and sprinkled with colored grains.
When the mother chicken woke up, a delicious and beautiful surprise was already waiting for her in the kitchen. The chickens and their dad sang a funny song to their mom and gave her a cake. Mom was very happy, and the chickens realized that cooking and giving gifts was very nice and fun.”
How the chicken drew
We gave the chicken ten colored pencils. He thought and decided: I’ll draw ten colorful kittens. Then I thought some more and decided: no, it’s better to draw five multi-colored kittens. And even better is one multi-colored kitten.
The kitten turned out funny. His eyes are blue, his mustache is red, his ears are gray, his back is white, and his legs are: blue, green, yellow, blue.
They began to ask the chicken:
- Why did you do that? And he laughs:
- Don’t you understand? This kitten put on a hat with different ears. And they gave him a white fur coat. And we bought colorful shoes. And the kitten’s mustache is red: he drank red jelly. It was running down my mustache, but nothing got into my mouth.
How the chicken first wrote a fairy tale
Yes, it’s very simple: I took it and composed it. They once told him a fairy tale about a house on chicken legs. He thought and immediately came up with another: a fairy tale about a house on calf's legs. Then about the house on elephant legs. Then about the house on hare legs.
The house on calf's legs, he said, had horns growing on it.
The house had ears growing on hare legs.
Near the house there was a proboscis pipe hanging on elephant legs.
And the house on chicken legs had a red comb.
The house on hare legs squealed: “I want to jump!”
The little house on calf's legs mooed: “I want to butt heads!”
The house on elephant legs began to puff: “Pfft!” I want to blow the trumpet!”
And the house on chicken legs sang: “Ku-ka-re-ku! Isn’t it time for you all to sleep!”
Here the lights went out in all the houses. And everyone fell asleep.
Why read fairy tales to children?
Fairy tales are a great opportunity to tell kids simply about complex things. It is from them that the baby learns about friendship, love and care, learns to distinguish good from bad and good from evil.
Don’t be lazy, read a fairy tale to your baby before bed. Believe me, even the best cartoon or audio recording cannot replace your mother’s own voice, which lulls you to sleep and sets you up for a sound sleep.
About friends
The chicken had few friends. Only one. This is because he looked for friends by color. If yellow means friend. If it's gray, no. If it's brown, no. Once a chicken was walking along a green path, saw a yellow thread and followed it. I walked and walked and saw a yellow caterpillar.
- So it’s you, my yellow friend? - said the chicken.
“Yes, it’s me,” grumbled the caterpillar, “yellow friend.”
- What are you doing here?
- Don't you see? I pull the yellow phone.
- What for?
- Don't you guess? The blue bell that lives in the forest and the blue bell that lives in the meadow decided to call each other today.
Ding-ding-ding-ding - that's how the bells rang each other all day long and wished for rain and sun.
- Do they really have nothing more to say? - the chicken laughed.
A fairy tale about a little fox and a chicken
This fairy tale teaches children to choose friends not by appearance, but by inner qualities.
“Once upon a time there lived one little chicken. He was so tiny that he was afraid to even leave the house - what if a bear didn’t notice him and crush him, or if a bunny accidentally jumped right on his head? But the worst thing that awaited the chicken outside the gates of the house was a meeting with a cunning red fox. More than once the chicken had to hear about the danger of foxes, because they hunt for small tasty chickens and take them to their hole to eat there.
But sitting at home all day was so boring that one day the chicken decided to go out into the forest for a walk.
How beautiful it was in the forest! There are green leaves everywhere, nightingales sing their beautiful songs on the branches, the sun is shining in the sky, yellow, like the chicken itself. While the baby was admiring the sun, someone quietly crept up behind him. The chicken turned its head. A fox stood in front of him. Before the chicken had time to open his mouth and call for help, the fox put his paw on his head and... shouted loudly: “How cute!” Let's be friends!"
This is where the fairy tale about the chicken and the little fox ends, but their friendship has just begun, and many new and interesting things await their friends.”
Why were they sad
On Monday that's why. On this day they deceived their mothers. They told them: “We will go to the meadow.” And they themselves went to the river to catch crucian carp.
Of course, if it had been a boy, he would have blushed. If it's a girl, too.
But they were a yellow chicken and a yellow caterpillar. And all day they turned yellow, yellow, yellow. And by evening they became so yellow that no one could look at them without blue glasses. And whoever looked without blue glasses sighed and cried: “How sad this is all! How sad it all is! They deceived their mothers!”
Lesson “How the chicken got lost”
Lyudmila Spiridonova
Lesson “How the chicken got lost”
Integration: “Social - communicative”
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“Speech development”
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“Physical development”
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Goals: to learn to independently continue and complete the story started by the teacher; make a sentence with new words, “read”
his; consolidate knowledge about syllable and stress.
Educational: Teach children to pronounce words loudly, clearly with a control sound, and retell short texts. Continue to teach children to form the plural form of nouns and answer questions in complete sentences. Develop abilities for dialogical speech
Developmental: Develop coherent speech, onomatopoeia skills.
Educational: To cultivate a friendly attitude in children towards animals and birds.
Preliminary work: Examination of illustrations “Poultry”
, reading the fairy tale by K. Chukovsky
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Chicken ” , conversation on the content of the fairy tale, the teacher’s story about a friendly attitude towards animals.
Methods and techniques: Conversation, questions, explanation, composing a story, examination.
Equipment: illustrations for a fairy tale.
Children sit on chairs.
Educator: I’m starting a story on the topic “How the chicken got lost ”
The little fluffy chicken always walked only with his mother chicken. But one day he saw a frog and ran after him. The frog jumps to the side, the chicken follows him . The little frog jumped into the water and disappeared.
On Tuesday…
On Tuesday they decided to fly a kite. All day the chicken glued it together, and the caterpillar pulled the yellow thread. Then they tied a string to the kite. The wind blew and the kite flew so far that it could not be seen. A frog galloped past. Laughed:
- Hold the thread, but you’ve lost the snake!
A goat ran past. Laughed:
- Hold the thread, where is the snake?
The chicken and the caterpillar are tired of explaining why there is no snake. When the little pig asked them the same thing, they told him:
- This, grunt, is not a snake at all. We tied a string to the sun, and it went over the mountain. We hold him by the thread, and the yellow sun will rise again.
In the morning they wound the thread, but for some reason a cloud floated by instead of the sun, and it rained all day.
Why did they laugh
On Wednesday they decided to play hide and seek. In the morning they decided, at lunch they considered:
- One two three four five! Whoever plays should run!
The chicken ran away and hid under the porch. The caterpillar crawled away and hid under a leaf. They are waiting to see who will find whom. We waited for an hour - no one found anyone. We waited for two, but no one found...
Finally in the evening their mothers found them and scolded them:
- Is this hide and seek? Hide and seek is when someone is hiding from someone. Someone is looking for someone. And when everyone is hiding, it’s not hide and seek!
At this time thunder roared. However, there was no rain, and it began to hail. Knock-knock-knock,” he merrily knocked on the roof.
Bedtime story about a chicken. Read and listen
Once upon a time there lived a chicken.
His character was sunny. And he had a friend - the puppy Potap. One day, friends didn't get along... Listen to the story (3min28sec) Bedtime story about a chicken Author: Iris Review
Once upon a time there lived a chicken Taras. He was yellow, like the sun. And his character was sunny. The chicken was trusting and tried to make friends with everyone. One day a rooster appeared on the chicken's path. The rooster was very surprised at how Taras looked - he was scared, disheveled, his feathers were trembling.
- What's wrong with you, chicken? - asked the rooster.
“Now I’ll tell you everything,” said the chicken.
— When I was very little, I was friends with the puppy Potap. I was on short terms with him. But one day the puppy stood up on the wrong foot. And from that moment our troubles began. The puppy imagined that since he was an adult dog in the future, he should scare me and chase me around the yard. So I drove it today. I ran home as fast as I could, to the chicken coop. And he's behind me. I barely made it. Now don't set foot near him.
“You shouldn’t have been offended,” said the rooster. Potap likes to run, but he doesn’t hold a grudge. Look, he played a little trick and now he sleeps without his hind legs. Let's play with him when he wakes up.
“I won’t set foot near his kennel anymore,” muttered the chicken and went to play with the duckling.
But the rooster still decided to reconcile the former friends. When Potap woke up, the rooster told him that the chicken was offended by him. Potap barked for order and went to make peace with Taras. He looked at the chicken from head to toe and said that it looked like a little fluffy sun. Taras looked at the puppy incredulously, but did not turn away. Then the puppy took out a sugar bone from his hiding place and offered it to the chicken.
“Thank you, Potap, but chickens don’t eat bones,” said Taras.
The puppy blushed and hid the bone. But peace was restored. The rooster went home, the mother called the duckling, and the chicken and puppy began to play hide and seek. They played until the sun hid behind a cloud. It began to get dark, and the friends went home.
The chicken was glad that he had finally made peace with the puppy. The chicken had warm, friendly dreams.
The puppy also smiled happily in his sleep. He snorted little by little. He was essentially a good dog.
Happy, warm dreams to you too, my friend.
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