The Calm Buddha at Bedtime by Dharmachari Nagaraja

Author:Dharmachari Nagaraja
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: 9781786780805
ISBN: 9781786780805
Publisher: Watkins Media
Published: 2017-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

Being jealous about someone else’s possessions will only make us sad. A wise person knows to be grateful for what we have and to try to share it.

The Spoilt Prince

Take a deep, relaxing breath, snuggle down and listen carefully to this tale about a young prince who was given everything he ever wanted. How happy do you think he was? Let’s read the story and find out.

Prince Percival was spoilt. “I want roller skates!” he would cry. And he would get them! If he asked for a golden rocking horse, he got one. If he asked for two golden rocking horses, he got both … and a ride-on train, a dartboard and a telescope too. And clothes, sweet treats, fancy gadgets – you name it, he got it.

The King and Queen adored their son. They were so often away on royal duties that they wanted to give him anything and everything he asked for so that he knew just how much they loved him. “No good will come of it!” said Percival’s nanny. “He has far too much already. And still he’s never happy!” But nobody listened to her.

“I’m bored. I need something new to play with,” said Percival, chomping down another cupcake.

“It’s not something new you need,” said Nanny, “but someone. You need friends, not toys and cake.”

“But there are no other children in the palace,” he said, “and the children in the village are so different. Anyway, they don’t know me. They have each other, they don’t need me. I’m all alone.”

“Nonsense! See the children making a den?” She pointed out of the window. “Such fun! Go and join them.”

“No. I’ll get my new clothes muddy. I’ll ask someone to bring me a trampoline instead.” Within minutes the trampoline arrived and Percival bounced and bounced – and then felt sick.“This is hopeless!” he wailed. And he sat on the trampoline and began to cry.

Then he found he couldn’t stop crying, and the more the tears poured, the more lonely he felt. What use were toys and clothes when he needed someone to comfort him? He went to the playroom to find Nanny, but she was too busy tidying away his toys to even notice him.

He sat on the windowsill and cried some more. In fact, he cried so much that his playroom filled with tears. Soon the toys and plates of food were bobbing like ships on the sea, and Nanny was floating on the toy train, using a tennis racket as an oar. “Stop crying or we’ll soon be drowned!” she said. But Percival just kept wailing. He wailed so loudly that he broke the glass in the window, and the tears whooshed out of the palace in a great, gushing river, taking the toys with it. “Help!” cried Percival. “My toys!” But the river swept him out the window, too. “Help!” he cried again. “I can’t swim!” How could he? The King and Queen had been too busy with their duties to teach him.

The children of the village stopped in awe.

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