Once upon a time, there was a little fox named Glasha. She was a curious and playful fox, just like all the little foxes her age. Glasha loved playing in the meadow in the forest, where swings swayed gently, and flowers and sunbeams filled the air. Sometimes she played alone while her mother was busy, but her mother always reminded her:
"Glasha, if something scares you or seems strange, tell me right away. I’ll help you."
Glasha would nod but think, "I’m brave; I can handle it on my own!"
One day, Glasha wandered into a new and unfamiliar meadow. There was a beautiful swing that seemed to call out to her. She climbed on and began to swing higher and higher, her paws flying up and then quickly down, while the wind tickled her tail. But suddenly… from behind the bushes rolled an old, creaky cart carrying scary wolves with sly eyes. One of the wolves looked at Glasha and rasped:
"Hello, little fox! Come here; we have something interesting for you."
Glasha froze. Her little heart pounded like a hundred crickets were jumping inside her chest. She was scared.
"What should I do? Where can I run? What if they catch me?" she thought.
But then she remembered her mother’s words: "If something scares you, run to someone who can protect you."
Gathering all her courage, Glasha jumped off the swing and dashed with all her might toward Wise Old Hedgehog, who was sitting nearby with her friends.
"Grandma Hedgehog, scary wolves... they called me..." Glasha panted.
But Grandma Hedgehog just sighed, waved her paw dismissively, and continued chatting with her friends.
Glasha sat quietly nearby, clutching her fluffy paws to her chest. She wanted to tell her mom, but something held her back — the fear that her mom would get mad or not believe her. So Glasha went home, silently holding her fear close to her heart.
That night, Glasha couldn’t sleep. Curled up in a ball, she quietly sniffled. Suddenly, she was awakened by a gentle ringing. Beside her stood a large, magical owl with shimmering silver feathers.
"Hello, Glasha," the owl said softly. "Why are you crying?"
"I was scared today by scary wolves," Glasha whispered. "But Grandma didn’t listen to me, and I’m afraid to tell my mom. What if she thinks I made it all up?"
The owl closed her wise eyes, nodded, and waved her wing. In her claw appeared a small silver bell.
"This is the Magic Bell of Truth," the owl said. "It helps you talk about what’s troubling you."
"How does it work?" Glasha asked.
"Close your eyes, hold the bell close to your heart, and say what’s on your mind. It will help you overcome your fear, and your words will be clear and strong. Go to your mother tomorrow and tell her everything. She’ll listen, even if you think she won’t."
Glasha took the bell. It was small and warm, like a little sunbeam.
The next morning, Glasha hesitated as she played with the bell in her paws. She was afraid her mom wouldn’t believe her or would say she had imagined it all or that it was her own fault.
But suddenly, the bell jingled softly in her paw. Glasha felt warmth and strength inside her. She approached her mom and quietly said:
"Mom, can I tell you what happened yesterday?"
"Of course, Glasha. What happened?" her mom replied, setting aside her chores.
Glasha closed her eyes, as the owl had taught her, and told everything — about the swing, the scary wolves, and Grandma Hedgehog, who hadn’t listened.
When Glasha finished, her mom hugged her and said:
"Thank you for telling me, Glasha. You’re very brave. I will always protect you, and next time, we’ll make sure you’re safe."
"You’re not mad?" Glasha asked in surprise.
"Of course not! You’re my brave little fox. Remember, sharing what troubles you means being strong."
From that day on, Glasha always carried the Magic Bell of Truth with her. It rang whenever she needed the courage to talk about her feelings or fears. And her mom taught Grandma Hedgehog to be more attentive to the little ones in the meadow. Everyone learned that if Glasha the fox had something to say, it was important to listen.
"Glasha, if something scares you or seems strange, tell me right away. I’ll help you."
Glasha would nod but think, "I’m brave; I can handle it on my own!"
One day, Glasha wandered into a new and unfamiliar meadow. There was a beautiful swing that seemed to call out to her. She climbed on and began to swing higher and higher, her paws flying up and then quickly down, while the wind tickled her tail. But suddenly… from behind the bushes rolled an old, creaky cart carrying scary wolves with sly eyes. One of the wolves looked at Glasha and rasped:
"Hello, little fox! Come here; we have something interesting for you."
Glasha froze. Her little heart pounded like a hundred crickets were jumping inside her chest. She was scared.
"What should I do? Where can I run? What if they catch me?" she thought.
But then she remembered her mother’s words: "If something scares you, run to someone who can protect you."
Gathering all her courage, Glasha jumped off the swing and dashed with all her might toward Wise Old Hedgehog, who was sitting nearby with her friends.
"Grandma Hedgehog, scary wolves... they called me..." Glasha panted.
But Grandma Hedgehog just sighed, waved her paw dismissively, and continued chatting with her friends.
Glasha sat quietly nearby, clutching her fluffy paws to her chest. She wanted to tell her mom, but something held her back — the fear that her mom would get mad or not believe her. So Glasha went home, silently holding her fear close to her heart.
That night, Glasha couldn’t sleep. Curled up in a ball, she quietly sniffled. Suddenly, she was awakened by a gentle ringing. Beside her stood a large, magical owl with shimmering silver feathers.
"Hello, Glasha," the owl said softly. "Why are you crying?"
"I was scared today by scary wolves," Glasha whispered. "But Grandma didn’t listen to me, and I’m afraid to tell my mom. What if she thinks I made it all up?"
The owl closed her wise eyes, nodded, and waved her wing. In her claw appeared a small silver bell.
"This is the Magic Bell of Truth," the owl said. "It helps you talk about what’s troubling you."
"How does it work?" Glasha asked.
"Close your eyes, hold the bell close to your heart, and say what’s on your mind. It will help you overcome your fear, and your words will be clear and strong. Go to your mother tomorrow and tell her everything. She’ll listen, even if you think she won’t."
Glasha took the bell. It was small and warm, like a little sunbeam.
The next morning, Glasha hesitated as she played with the bell in her paws. She was afraid her mom wouldn’t believe her or would say she had imagined it all or that it was her own fault.
But suddenly, the bell jingled softly in her paw. Glasha felt warmth and strength inside her. She approached her mom and quietly said:
"Mom, can I tell you what happened yesterday?"
"Of course, Glasha. What happened?" her mom replied, setting aside her chores.
Glasha closed her eyes, as the owl had taught her, and told everything — about the swing, the scary wolves, and Grandma Hedgehog, who hadn’t listened.
When Glasha finished, her mom hugged her and said:
"Thank you for telling me, Glasha. You’re very brave. I will always protect you, and next time, we’ll make sure you’re safe."
"You’re not mad?" Glasha asked in surprise.
"Of course not! You’re my brave little fox. Remember, sharing what troubles you means being strong."
From that day on, Glasha always carried the Magic Bell of Truth with her. It rang whenever she needed the courage to talk about her feelings or fears. And her mom taught Grandma Hedgehog to be more attentive to the little ones in the meadow. Everyone learned that if Glasha the fox had something to say, it was important to listen.
Sharing your fears and worries with adults isn’t shameful; it’s incredibly brave. Only by doing so can you find protection and support.