Short Stories with Morals

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The Short Stories with Morals page features a 2 or 3  short fables, fairy tales and other fictional accounts. We’ve received some of these stories from friends, fans, writers, poets, teachers and students, and are proud to share them. If you’d like to contribute your own story please drop us an email or add a comment at the bottom of this page.


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Welcome to our Short Stories with Morals page





Short Story with Morals 1- A  Snake Surprise on Sunday

It was the month of July in the foothills of the Ghats, dense region of Coors, South of India. A lazy Sunday when you would really want to go back to sleep. Daisies were growing in the fields. The rains had come and the lakes were filling up. Kamal looked out and was so amazed by what he saw! The fields behind so green and lush that one could only marvel at the beauty of Mother Nature. He was suddenly brought out of his reverie into reality by a loud shout outside his house,” SNAKE! SNAKE! Help! Help! ”

He ran towards the backyard and saw his neighbours son Lalit yelling as loud as his lungs could stand. He yelled to his helper Sita, to come immediately with a fork. He lifted his pitchfork and ran toward the boy. He was shivering and couldn’t move. He looked in front and a brown snake of about ten feet was curled near the well. “Oh that is not a poisonous snake, you scared him. He sighed!” you got me worried Lalit this is a non-poisonous snake.”

“Kill it now… fast!” said the little boy, vehemently. He can kill us anytime.

Kamal looked at the boy and said ” I think you are a good boy so I will tell you something about snakes.”

“Snakes are God’s creatures just like you and me, Lalit, they also need to eat food like us. In fact they also help us by destroying the rats that go into my barn and eat all the food grain. So they are an important element of the food chain so that we can eat. We should only worry about the snake if it is poisonous.”

“All snakes bite, in fact my Daddy told me that. My father killed a cobra last year” the little boy proudly said.

“I agree that there are some poisonous snakes which we must be careful of”, Kamal replied. But in India there are only four types of poisonous snakes found. As such, I don’t think you need to worry about this one as he has a green colour. Brown and green ones are normally harmless unless they have a diamond pattern which could be a Viper. And did Dad also show you the cobra’s hood which stood up? If you see a hooded cobra snake then you must warn us about it!! Now run along home”

“Ok!” I guess I will go and play with my sister Taru. He agreed. By now the snake had vanished in search of water.

Kamal’s wife Rashi, was returning from the Sunday Fresh Market. She looked around the house and couldn’t see her husband anywhere. So she enquired with the helper Sita where is Rohan and Saab (master)?

Sita replied,” Saab (master) is out in the fields rescuing Lalit from a snake.

“Snake! Where did he find the snake ? Did it bite anybody?” Rashi panicked.

They had been living there for three years now and she hadn’t seen a snake until then and wouldn’t she hoped.

“Ah! That’s the trouble with you women you keep jumping to conclusions. In fact it was a green vine snake which would not harm anybody.” Kamal intervened entering the hall.

“But how could you be so certain that it’s not poisonous?” She retorted quickly.

Kamal took a deep breath. I was raised in the Malabar Coast.  And whenever there are rains in the coastal parts we are akin to coming across snakes.

Once I remember as a little boy I saw a snake in my garden and Ma asked me not to disturb it. The snake never touched a soul in the house. It just chased the rats in the outhouse. In fact, it becomes our friend.

Ooh! Please keep your friends to yourself his wife Rashi exclaimed. I don’t think I would like to stay in this house anymore. Sita! Can you get me some coffee to calm my nerves?”

And don’t you go out towards the backyard today or I will not be blamed for your sudden demise.

Site gets worried comes in bringing in coffee from the Kitchen.

Coffee and snakes, what a Sunday it has been Madam !”  And they laughed at her funny joke.




Short Stories with Morals 2- The Ant and the Chrysalis

An Ant nimbly running about in the sunshine in search of food came across a Chrysalis that was very near its time of change. The Chrysalis moved its tail, and thus attracted the attention of the Ant, who then saw for the first time that it was alive. “Poor, pitiable animal!” cried the Ant disdainfully. “What a sad fate is yours! While I can run hither and thither, at my pleasure, and, if I wish, ascend the tallest tree, you lie imprisoned here in your shell, with power only to move a joint or two of your scaly tail.” The Chrysalis heard all this, but did not try to make any reply. A few days after, when the Ant passed that way again, nothing but the shell remained. Wondering what had become of its contents, he felt himself suddenly shaded and fanned by the gorgeous wings of a beautiful Butterfly. “Behold in me,” said the Butterfly, “your much-pitied friend! Boast now of your powers to run and climb as long as you can get me to listen.” So saying, the Butterfly rose in the air, and, borne along and aloft on the summer breeze, was soon lost to the sight of the Ant forever.

“Appearances are deceptive.”



Short Stories with Morals 3- The Wolf, the Nanny-Goat, and The Kid


A Nanny-goat went out to fill her empty milk bag and graze newly sprung grass,

She fastened the latch tight, Warned her Kid saying: “Do not, upon your life, Open the door unless you are shown This sign and told this password: ‘Plague on the wolf and his breed!’ “

As she was saying these words, The Wolf by chance prowling around, Overheard the spoken words and kept them in his memory.

Nanny-Goat, as one can well believe, had not seen the glutton beast. As soon as she departs, he changes his voice and in a counterfeit tone he asks to be let in, saying: “Plague on the Wolf,” believing he’d go right in.

The canny Kid looks through the crack, “Show me your white paw, else I’ll not open.” He shouted at once. (White paw is a thing Seldom seen in wolfdom, as everyone knows.)

This Wolf, aghast upon hearing these words, Went slinking home the same way he had come. Where would the kid be now, had he believed The password, which by chance our wolf had overheard? Two guarantees are better than one, even a third one would not be extreme.


“Better be sure than sorry”







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