Adventure tales for kids
Reizo was a little tiger cub. He had a beautiful yellow coat with black stripes. His four legs were thick and strong, like sturdy tree trunks. He also had a fluffy, soft, big tail. Despite his young age, his yellow eyes could already glare fiercely at others. Whenever he got angry, his sharp white teeth would show behind his red tongue.
Reizo lived with his mother in a cave on a hillside. Inside the cave, there was a creaky bed made of dry leaves. When he was first born, he liked to lie on it all day, playing with his own feet and stretching out the sharp claws hidden in his paws.
However, as soon as he grew a little, his mother forced him to go outside the cave and move around. He learned to jump, stand on his hind legs, pounce into the air, and scratch leaves with his claws. He also practiced balancing on rocks and in the shadows.
Day by day, Reizo grew bigger and stronger. He played outside every day, becoming more robust.
One day, Reizo decided to go on an adventure alone. He sharpened his claws on a thick tree trunk and set off. Along the way, he kicked everything he encountered. With one kick, he could crush things in his path, which made him extremely happy. Wherever he went, the forest’s small residents scattered, fleeing in panic and shouting in fear. This scene was unforgettable. How strong and amazing he was!
In the afternoon, he returned home and told his mother everything he had done.
“Am I a powerful and impressive tiger?” he asked.
“You are a strong tiger, but still very young,” his mother reminded him. “Go to sleep now.”
His mother prepared his bed of leaves, gently licked him clean with her rough tongue, and softly hummed a lullaby to help him fall asleep.
Reizo ventured further each day, sharpening his claws and gaining more confidence, scaring away bigger wild animals. When night fell, he returned to his mother and repeated the same question:
“Mom, I am a strong and impressive tiger now, right?”
And his mother always replied:
“You’re still just a cub.”
Then, as usual, she licked him clean, prepared his bed, and hummed a lullaby.
Time passed, and one day, as Reizo was sharpening his claws on a tree trunk, he felt stronger than ever. That day, he caught his first prey by himself and proudly brought his trophy back to the cave to show off his skills to his mother.
“Mom, now I’m a strong tiger, right?”
That night, his mother replied:
“Yes, Reizo, you are becoming a strong tiger.”
“One day, I will conquer the world for you,” Reizo said.
“Tigers can do all they can do well,” his mother gently advised, “I don’t expect you to do more.”
His mother licked him clean with her red tongue, prepared his bed of leaves, and softly hummed until the little cub fell asleep.
As he grew stronger, Reizo began to challenge other animals. Soon, he was convinced there was no opponent he couldn’t defeat.
“I will conquer the world,” he said again.
One morning, before starting his outdoor activities, he noticed it was much darker outside than usual.
“What’s going on, Mom?” he asked.
“A storm is coming,” his mother replied.
Indeed, a torrential downpour soon fell from the sky, darkening the day. The raindrops fell furiously, making a loud noise, like thousands of hungry tigers roaring, with many big trees lying felled at the cave entrance.
“Who has the strength to uproot all these trees?” Reizo wondered. “The wind?”
“I will defeat the wind,” Reizo declared.
He leapt to the cave entrance.
“Wind, go away! Or I’ll tear you to pieces!”
However, the wind howled even louder, seemingly mocking him.
“Go away, wind!” Reizo shouted. But the storm drowned out his roar.
Reizo pounced into the air again and again. But his strong claws couldn’t grasp anything or bring anything down. The north wind blew harder, mercilessly driving raindrops into his eyes, blinding him. Yet the little tiger kept fighting, constantly muttering:
“I must defeat you. I must.”
The storm, carrying the rain, pounced on Reizo. Eventually, he was exhausted and stopped fighting.
Soon, the storm ceased as suddenly as it had come. Reizo marveled for a while, then happily ran back to his mother.
“Mom, did you see? I defeated the wind. I am a strong tiger. I will conquer the world and give it to you.”
His mother advised again:
“Reizo, do all that a tiger can do well, and you will be happy.”
Then, his mother licked him clean with her rough tongue, prepared his bed, and softly hummed until the little cub fell asleep.
The next morning, when he woke up, he remembered how he had driven away the storm and felt stronger than ever before.
That day, he walked and walked until he reached a steep mountain, where he finally stopped.
“Mountain, don’t block my way!” he said to the mountain.
He stretched out his claws to scratch the soil on the slope. His sharp claws dug into the cracks, causing him unbearable pain. This wasn’t like the wind or anything his claws had scratched before. He scratched and scratched, trying to shake the towering mountain. But the mountain didn’t budge.
The sun shone directly on the mountain top, lighting up Reizo’s angry tiger eyes, and dirt fell into them. The sun began to set. The little cub couldn’t continue fighting, but he firmly decided not to be defeated. He wanted to rest in the cave and return the next day. He looked up at the mountain top glowing red in the sunset and shouted:
“Hey, mountain under the sun! Tomorrow, I will conquer you!”
Then he returned to his mother. As usual, his mother fed him, prepared his bed, licked him with her rough tongue, and hummed until he fell asleep.
“I am an impressive tiger, a strong tiger, right?” Reizo asked before closing his eyes.
“You are a young tiger but very strong,” his mother replied.
The next day, he got up early, planning to conquer that mountain. He forgot where the mountain was, only remembering it was under the sun. Being a cub, he didn’t know that the sun he saw setting yesterday was in the west and that the sun rises in the east. Without hesitation, he walked toward the sun.
He walked and walked, not seeing any mountain. Suddenly, he felt a wave of joy from his ears to the tip of his long, soft tail. What a great thought: The mountain must have been scared of him and ran away. Oh, how amazing and strong he was!
He walked and walked until he reached an endless sea.
“Sea, give way!” he commanded.
The sea ignored him, gently lapping its waves against the shore.
Reizo got angry. He rushed at the sea, biting and scratching, but grasped nothing. He slapped the water furiously, but the water slipped through his paws, as if nothing and no one could hurt it.
Reizo liked being dry, comfortable, and warm. Now, wet from the seawater, he got even angrier. He furiously slapped the water, but the sea still didn’t obey him. Water got into his eyes and nose, making him uncomfortable.
Finally, he realized hitting it was useless. He longed to return home and lie on his warm, dry bed of leaves. Feeling weak, he turned around and staggered back. Suddenly, he stopped: What was happening? The wet beach was expanding. The waves were receding. It was low tide.
The inexperienced little tiger didn’t understand this and thought the sea had obeyed his command and retreated.
“Anyway, the world still obeys me! I am the strongest tiger on land,” he told himself.
He ran home and told his mother everything.
“Mom,” he said wearily, “I defeated the wind, scared away the mountain, and just commanded the sea to retreat. I am a strong tiger.”
“You will become a strong tiger, but now you are still young,” his mother said, licking him clean with her red tongue.
Then, she sang a lullaby and gently said:
“Tomorrow, I’ll go out with you.”
The next morning, his mother took him for a walk.
She led him to a steep cliff, a place the little tiger had never been. They struggled to climb to the top. Reizo went first. As soon as he stuck his head out, a strong wind blew against him.
“That’s the wind,” his mother said simply.
Reizo was puzzled that the wind dared to blow so hard. But before he could say anything, he saw a mountain in the distance, the very mountain he thought he had scared away.
“That’s the mountain,” his mother said again.
Reizo was confused. Had he neither defeated the wind nor scared away the mountain? He wanted to ask his mother what was going on. Looking up, he saw his mother had moved to the other side. She was standing at the edge of the cliff, staring at something. The cub walked over and saw the waves rolling below the cliff, the very sea he thought he had driven back.
“That’s the sea,” his mother said.
Reizo didn’t know what to think. But his mother said nothing more and began to slowly descend the rocky path.
That night, in the cave, Tiger Mama gently prepared the cub’s bed and licked his fur with her rough tongue.
“So… dear mom, please tell me: Am I not an impressive tiger, a strong tiger?” Reizo asked anxiously.
“No, Reizo, you are,” his mother said lovingly, “but it takes greater skill to move a mountain,
make the wind bow down, and command the sea.”
She hummed softly until Reizo fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, the little cub heard his mother say:
“Reizo, do all that a tiger can do well, and you will be happy. You will always be happy. But never dream of fighting the wind, battling the mountains, or contending with the sea again.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
