From the author: How to help a sick child? How to speed up the healing process? Every parent knows many methods to cure their precious child. A healing fairy tale is another potion that helps a baby. For Parents A healing fairy tale How a lion cub learned to get better. Once upon a time there lived a little lion cub. The lion cub had a mother and father. The lion cub loved to play with cars, balls and rocket (choose the games and toys your child plays with). Mom and Dad, who loved him very much, read books to him and went for walks with him in the big, big forest. One day the little lion cub fell ill. He immediately didn’t want to play, and he just lay there, sometimes sobbing quietly. Mom and Dad did not leave him a single step. The little lion cub really didn’t like being sick, so he really wanted to get well soon so that he could play with his favorite toys again with his mom and dad. The little lion cub really wanted to sleep. One day he fell asleep and had a dream about what he liked more than anything in the world - walking through the forest. There were trees around, the grass rustled underfoot, birds were singing somewhere - it was a warm sunny day. The lion cub felt good in his sleep. He suddenly thought that it would be great to find some healing herb or leaves from a healing tree, or maybe even a healing stream. And then he would eat grass, bite off a leaf, drink from a stream - and get better. But the little lion cub did not know what kind of grass to eat or leaves from a medicinal tree and from which stream to drink, since he was still small. The lion cub was very upset in his dream and really, really wanted someone to teach him how to choose healing herbs, leaves and streams. Then he went out into a large clearing and saw that in the very center of it stood a large old stump. The stump was so huge that the lion cub wanted to take a closer look at it. He ran up to the stump, walked around it and, jumping and jumping, jumped up. From above, the old stump was very smooth. The lion cub liked to run from edge to edge of a large round stump. When he was running, he lay down in the middle and curled up to rest. The warm sun was shining, and the lion cub was warm and cozy. And then he felt... He actually felt, and did not hear, someone behest him: - Lion cub! Lion cub.- Who is this testament to me? - asked the lion cub. - It’s me, the old stump, I want to chat with you a little. The lion cub was not at all afraid - he was bold and brave - and agreed to chat with the old stump. And this is what the old stump told the lion cub: “I have lived a very long time, lion cub.” So long ago that time is no longer important to me. I was the first tree of this forest. Once upon a time there was a wide, wide field on which only grass grew. And then the wind brought a small grain to the middle of this field: me. At first I sprouted small leaves, which were completely invisible in the grass. Then I grew higher and higher and became a small tree that stood alone in the middle of a wide field. Growing up was sometimes not at all easy, little lion. I was drenched in showers and a strong wind blew, but I held on with my roots and grew and grew upward, gaining strength from the sun and the earth. Then, the seeds, which the wind often carries, began to linger in my foliage and fall nearby. They sprouted small leaves. I looked at them from above and was happy. My roots were intertwined with theirs - that’s how we met, talked and became friends. Gradually, many small trees began to sprout around me, and I protected and protected them as best I could. Soon animals settled in our small forest, digging their holes among my roots, and I knew how and what they lived with, I talked to them. This is how this forest in which you live, little lion, grew up. My roots - the roots of the very first tree - stretched under this entire forest. I remember every tree, every leaf, every blade of grass that grew in it. And I know all its inhabitants, who often talked to me, shared their joys and secrets, and I told them what they wanted to know. I told the squirrel where the most delicious ones grownuts, told the bird where he could get strong branches for his nest. I remember and love them all, because I was the first tree in this forest. “And one day I noticed,” the old stump continued, “that it had become so huge that the trees growing under me could not get enough light. A huge clearing formed around me, in which nothing could grow except green grass. I felt very sorry that my shadow was disturbing my forest. And then I decided to talk to the wind that once brought me here. I asked him what I should do so as not to block the sun from my beloved forest. The wind came and told me: “I remember you. I have lived for a very long time, a small grain. So long ago that time is no longer important to me.” I don’t know how long we talked, but I suddenly realized something more important than the most important thing when I stopped understanding whether the wind was moving my leaves, or whether my leaves were moving the air, creating what I thought was the wind. And one wonderful day I I asked the animals to bring me as many different seeds as they could find. And then he just took it and turned into the wind, taking with him a lot of seeds to put them where a new forest could turn out. And in the clearing where I used to stand, there remained this big, wise stump, which is now telling you this story, my little lion cub... The lion cub became quiet, and they were silent for a while, listening to the quiet noise of the forest around. And then the lion cub asked: “Dear old stump, do you know what medicinal herbs grow in the forest, what leaves you need to bite off in order to get well, and which streams you need to drink from in order to get better?” “Of course, I know,” answered the old stump. - Any grass is useful, any leaf heals, and any stream will help you recover. You just need to know when to eat which grass, when to bite off which leaves, when to drink from which streams. This is how we will do it, my little lion. Lie down on me with your tummy right in the middle and wait. I’ll listen to how your heart beats, how your tummy breathes, and I’ll find out what to advise you, okay? “Okay,” said the lion cub and lay down on his tummy in the middle of the old stump. He lay there for a while, listening to his breathing and the way his heart was beating, and sometimes he forgot to listen and thought about something of his own or simply did not think about anything. After some time, the lion cub felt that the old stump was saying: “I told all the grass, all the leaves and all the streams in the forest about you.” Now you just run and look carefully - the right grass will show itself to you, and you also listen carefully - the right leaves will rustle about themselves, and the right stream will gurgle for you, and you will understand that this is exactly what you need. - Thank you old stump! - the little lion cub shouted and quickly ran, but suddenly stopped. - How can I thank you later, old stump? - You just get better, baby. If you become healthy, I will feel good too. After all, I have become so close to this forest that I feel all its inhabitants. I am happy when they are happy and sad when they are sad. Get well, little lion cub, and grow up big, smart, brave, fair and kind. Then I will be very, very, very happy. And say hello to your mom and dad: once I also dreamed of me in a dream and taught them what they asked of me. - Thank you, old stump! - the lion cub shouted and ran into the forest. The little lion cub was running through the forest and suddenly noticed some very, very beautiful grass. He didn’t know what it was called, but it seemed to him that it must be very, very tasty and healthy. And the lion cub ate as much of this grass as he wanted. He ran further and suddenly heard some special rustling of leaves. He ran to the tree on which these leaves grew, and realized that these were the leaves he needed to bite off now - they rustled sweetly above him. The lion cub jumped up and bit off as many leaves as he wanted. And then he ran towards where the streams flowed. And again one of them rumbled louder and more cheerfully than the rest. The little lion cub tried it: the water from this stream was very, very tasty, and the lion cub drank so much water,.