Hanew’s Amazing River Rescue | Magical Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

A Magical Fairy Tale Stories for Kids where a brave husky pup saves her friends and shows the true meaning of courage

Join us for Hanew’s Amazing River Rescue as a fearless husky-mix pup leaps into rising waters to guide her friends to safety.
These Fairy Tale Stories for Kids celebrates courage friendship and the quiet bravery that shines when the river runs wild.
 Perfect for winding down and sparking little imaginations—only on Tiny Tales Wondercast

Transcript

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Welcome back to Tiny Tales Wondercast, where true animal adventures light the start of every evening. Tonight we met two remarkable friends, a clever cat and a brave dog, whose everyday kindness reminds us that heroes walk on four paws, too. Before we start, please can you make sure to subscribe to Tiny Tales Land for more brilliant stories for kids.

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Where we belong. Hi. I'm Gabriella, and I am pleased to be your storyteller today. Let's dive in, shall we? Today, I'm going to tell you a story about a cat. The cat's name is Kisa. It was a lovely Sunday morning. I, Kisa, was taking a nap. nap in my tiny log home on the porch by my people's house. I think I will still keep them from now, although the dogs do drive me crazy sometimes. The grommet puppy can be way too excited and start to play rough chasing games with Top Punch, the big white fluffy dog. Why do they do that at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning when I need my beauty sleep? It's beyond my understanding. I try to give him a dirty look. How did I do? I hope you enjoyed my fun cat travel. Hello, my human community. I am Mosey. I wanted to keep you in the loop on how I'm doing. I was adopted a few weeks ago to this lovely family that rescued me. In my opinion, they love me. They cannot seem to get enough of me walking all over their faces at night. Weird. They seem to wake up and pet me when I do that, so I will keep walking over their faces. Once my foot ended up in one of their mouths, but what a cat would do or not do for their new family. I have been exploring the house and wandering upstairs. I have been helping out with writing by occupying the mouse pad and walking back and forth on the screen. I believe these acts are appreciated because I seem to get a lot of attention when I do them. The grouchy old black cat, Koshka, seems to come down and hiss at me less. Getting along with Kisa, she moved out of the bedroom to the living room and I am occupying the bedroom now. The puppy Gromit is finally calming down, although last night he jumped up on my bed trying to get my toy mouse. Inappropriate behavior, if you ask me. I touched noses with him once, but now, mostly, I just slap him in the face when he gets too close. I'm going to the vet today for a checkup, and I'm a little nervous. I did hear that the world shot does not sound too comfortable. I'm very grateful for the vet we are going to see. He's the same one who took care of me after being rescued and starving for five to six weeks. I want to tell you an update that I did go to the vet yesterday and they were very nice and I saw the same doctor who saved my life. I did get two shots and I am all set for the next three years. Everybody at the vet office was very excited to see me and I was very happy to see them as well. The big fight, furball, dog, toe punch, springs to my protection every time I walk around. I could tell her that I can take care of myself, but I let her believe that she's helping me out. After all, I'm the new king in the castle. Gromit, the lumberjack dog. Wood transportation at its best. Gromit asked me to write him a story about him being a lumberjack dog. I hope you will enjoy this story. Gromit was bored. He has high energy and he likes to spend time outside. Gromit is super sweet and enjoys spending time with people. He also loves sticks. When his mom was working outside to cut up and transport trees, Gromit got very excited and asked her, Mom, can I be a lumberjack dog? She thought about it and said, Of course, Gromit. You can do anything if you put your mind to it. Gromit got geared up. Trained hard, got lots of treats, and within a few weeks, he learned how to pull branches out of the buds. He became a lumberjack dog. From Gromit, I love to bring sticks into the house, chew them up, and leave them all over the place. I hope more sticks will grow where I put them. Mom, oh Gromit, not again, sticks are for outside. I hope you enjoy this story. In case you worry about Gromitsva being, he usually maximum works for about 10 minutes occasionally when we have branches down, gets help from us pulling the branches, and gets a lot of treats. He has a lot of fun chewing sticks. And of course, he's the best lumberjack dog ever. Then I'm going to tell you a story about courage at heart. Gromit adventures. I'm very excited, mom. I cannot wait to get outside and run around in the forest. Gromit got ready and started to explore the forest. Gromit had a lot of fun until he saw something huge that stopped him immediately in his tracks. Gromit was scared and he stood very still. In front of them, they saw a magnificent elk and then another one. More elk showed up shortly. Mom, I'm scared. Stay close. We will slowly back up into the road. They made their way back home safely. Gromit was courageous and listened to his mom. This is a true story. Gromit stayed very close and they both made it back to the road safely and then back home. The elk followed them for a while, curious of Gromit. He stayed close to his human mom. A fun fact. An elk can be between 300 to 900 Best to observe and quietly back up if you encounter one in the wild, always keeping an eye on the elk. Best not to get close if there is a young one in the herd.

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Thank you, Gabriella, for sharing those wonderful real-life stories and for bringing their wagging tails and gentle purrs into our bedtime circle. Now, as the stars begin to sparkle, let us wander from the world we know into a place where moonbeams guide our steps and dreams run free. Follow me to Tiny Tales Land where another fearless dog waits. Her name is Heinu, and tonight she faces a challenge only a hero of the night can solve. The evening tide slid over the sand with a sound like soft clapping. Fishing boats rocked near the seaside and Riverlands Pier, while lanterns Hanyu, a young husky mix, sat at the edge of the water wearing her bright pink hero suit. Her cape rippled in the breeze. She loved the smell of salt and the way the air hummed when the moon climbed higher. A shout drifted across the river. Hanyu's ears twitched. Another call followed, sharp and scared. Children from the village were holding a festival of floating lights, but something in the voice of the made her stand. She bounded down the dock and spotted three small rafts of paper lanterns spinning out of control. Two children clung to a rope tied to the nearest raft. The current tugged hard, pulling them toward the open sea. Hainu's heart thudded. The water moved faster than she had ever seen. She barked to catch their attention, then crouched low and leapt to a drifting log. Cold spray splashed her nose. She paddled hard, remembering every practice run The children called her name. focused on the rope. She dove into the river. The cold bit deep, but her strokes stayed strong. She gripped the rope in her teeth and kicked toward shore. The current tried to pull her sideways. She thought of the ducklings she once saved and pushed harder. Step by step, the shore lanterns grew brighter. Villagers ran to the edge, voices rising in encouragement. Hanu felt the rope ease as the current slowed near the bank. With one last kick, she guided the children onto the sand. The crowd cheered. Parents wrapped the children in blankets. The lanterns, still lit, floated gently in a circle around the rescued raft, as if the river itself wanted to celebrate. Hanu shook the water from her fur. Her pink suit glittered with droplets that caught the moonlight. A small boy pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, You're the bravest dog in the world. Hanu wagged her tail. She did not feel like the biggest hero, only a friend who knew that bravery meant moving forward, even when the river roared. The villagers began to sing a song of thanks, a melody that carried across the water. The lanterns bobbed in time, their glow reflecting in Hainu's bright eyes. She sat quietly and listened, her heart steady again. Above them the moon climbed higher, full and clear. The river whispered a calmer tune. Children The children would remember the night their lights almost vanished, and how a small husky in a pink cape brought them safely home. Hanyu looked toward the far horizon where stars touched the sea. Tomorrow might bring another challenge. She would be ready. Courage, she thought, is not loud. It is the quiet step that keeps you moving when the dark feels too wide. Wasn't that amazing? Hanyu, the superhero dog racing the river and proving that courage can shine brighter than moonlight? Stories like that remind us that bravery takes many shapes. Sometimes it's a daring leap into swirling water. Other times it's something quieter, like opening your heart to others. So before we drift off to our next adventure, let's give a big thank you to everyone who shared their real-life animal tales earlier, especially Gabriella, whose stories inspired tonight's journey. Now keep your ears open and your imagination ready, because our next Our next visit takes us from Moonlit Rivers to a cozy little house where four lively children are about to discover a different kind of hero power, the power of sharing. Let's step inside and meet Doug, Diane, David, and Dale as they learn how a single silly sock can turn a noisy storm of arguments into laughter and friendship. In a little house tucked away in the far end of a quiet town lived four children, Doug, Diane, Their dad worked two jobs, hard work that kept him away during the week. Their mom stayed home, keeping the house buzzing like a busy beehive. On weekends, dad came home, bringing stories, laughter, and sometimes even donuts. But inside that happy house was one very big problem, sharing. The four children argued over everything. Doug wanted the toy car. Diane wanted the toy car, too. David wanted to play the tablet, but Dale grabbed it first. Even when friends from the neighborhood came over, the siblings would get jealous. If you play with my friend, you can't be my brother, David once declared. That's fine, Diane snapped, because you never share anything. The noise in the house grew so loud that even the family's cat, Whiskers, hid under the couch with her paws over her ears. One Friday night, Dad came home, tired but smiling. He hugged each child, then turned to Mom. Seems like the sharing storm hit again, he whispered. Mom chuckled. Every day, they share nothing but complaints. Dad rubbed his chin, then his eyes lit up. Maybe it's time we play a new game. The next morning, Dad gathered the kids in the living room. He held up a sock, not just any sock, one of his old silly polka dot socks. Today, he announced, we are going to play the sharing game. The children groaned. Games are no fun if you make them up, Doug said. Dad winked. Wait until you hear the rules. Whoever wears the sharing sock must share something, anything, with someone else. A toy, a turn, a hug, even a giggle. If they don't, the sock starts to stink. The kids giggled. Dale wrinkled her nose. Eww, does it really stink? Dad leaned in close. Oh, it does. Sock stink is worse than dragon breath. The game began. Doug wore the sock first. He looked at his toy car, sighed, and handed it to Diane. Your turn. Diane's eyes widened. Really? Doug nodded. But only because I don't want stinky sock feet. Diane laughed and hugged him. Fine. I'll share two. She picked up the tablet and handed it to David. David gasped. You're actually giving me the tablet? Only because the sock David thought for a moment. Who knew one old sock could do what I couldn't do all week? That evening, Dad gathered the children again. See? Sharing doesn't mean you lose something. It means everyone gains something. A toy, a smile, a memory, Diane said softly. I guess when I share my friends, I don't lose them. I just get more friends. And when I share my turn, Doug added, I get another turn back. David puffed out his chest, and when I shared whiskers, we all laughed. Dale nodded. Sharing feels like multiplying. Dad grinned. Exactly. That's what character is about, not just doing the right thing, but finding joy in it, even when it starts with a smelly sock. The children laughed, and for the first time, the house felt full of peace. That night, as they drifted off to sleep, Doug whispered, I call the sharing sock tomorrow. And no one argued, because in that little house the sharing game had turned storms into laughter and brothers and sisters into friends. The house grew quiet after the sharing game, filled with the kind of peace that only comes when everyone chooses to give a little of themselves. Sharing toys and turns is one way to care for each other, but sometimes there is something even harder to share than a or a best friend. Sometimes the heaviest thing we carry is a feeling we keep hidden. Tonight our next story begins on a sunny woodland path where a rainbow-furred fox named Pixie is about to meet someone who understands that kind of weight. He isn't a hero with a cape. He's a cricket who listens. And together they'll discover how telling the truth can make a backpack full of worries feel lighter. Let's walk the winding path and see what happens when Pixie arrives at the crossroads.

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Every time I come this way, you're here. Don't you ever get bored? Not at all, Pixie. This crossroads is special. Every day someone comes with a big decision, and I help them by listening to their stories. Stories? You mean fairy tales or jokes? Because I know one about a squirrel who wore pants on his head. Not those kinds of stories. I mean true stories. When people tell the truth about what's in their heart, It helps them heal, like dropping a backpack full of heavy rocks. Rocks? Ouch! That would be heavy. My backpack only has gumdrops in it. Lucky you, but for many travellers, the rocks are the truths they've never spoken when they finally tell them. The weight rolls away. So, you don't fix their problems? Number, I just listen. The truth helps them find their own answers.

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closer, his antennae catching the sunlight.

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By the way, Pixie, how can I be helpful to you?

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Pixie froze. Her big ears twitched. Her tail flicked nervously.

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M-me? Oh, I'm fine. Totally fine. Just peachy. Definitely not hiding anything at all.

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But her voice wobbled and her tail gave her away.

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Are you sure, Pixie?

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Pixie sat down hard on the grass.

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All right. The truth is Sometimes I feel lonely. Everyone says I'm lovable, but when the games are over and the giggles fade, I feel empty, like maybe I don't belong anywhere.

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Her words spilled out and tears sparkled in her eyes.

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And now I feel silly for saying it out loud.

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Pindle didn't laugh. He didn't tease. He simply nodded, his voice gentle.

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Thank you, Pixie. That was brave. Do you feel a little lighter now.

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Pixie blinked, hand pressed to her chest.

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Actually, yes, like I dropped some of those rocks. That's the power of truth. You're not empty, Pixie. You're searching. And searching is its own kind of magic. So, I'm not broken? Not at all. You're simply being honest. And honesty is a lantern in the dark.

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Pixie bounced to her feet, twirling again, her rainbow fur glowing with joy.

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Well then, maybe I'll stay here sometimes. I can help listen too. Between the two of us, no heavy backpack will survive. The Crossroads Listening Club, membership you and me, and maybe the squirrel with pants on his head.

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They both burst into laughter, their joy floating through the crossroads like music. And so, the invitation spread. Tell the truth, to yourself, to a friend, or even to a funny cricket. Because when you do, the backpack grows lighter and the road ahead shines brighter. Thank you for sharing this quiet moment with Pixie and Pimple. If their listening magic helped you feel a little lighter tonight, you can keep the wonder going. Tap follow or subscribe on your podcast player so new Tiny Tales episodes appear the moment they're released. You can even set a reminder so the next bedtime adventure is ready when you are.

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See you next time, friends so dear. The fun begins when you are here.