Cerita Dongeng Bahasa Inggris Singkat untuk Anak Sebelum Tidur: Little Marriane and the Princes

And so the two princes set off. They made music and earned enough money to get by. The joy the boys made was contagious. People were happy to pay for it.

Several years later, the princes had enough money to buy a house. They had come a long way from their father’s kingdom by then. It was time to plant the seeds.

The house was in a remote location where they could lead their life undisturbed. They lived on wild berries, nuts, fish, rabbits, and rye bread that they bought from an old woman who came to collect herbs.

It took a long time before buds appeared on the plants, and the boys sometimes doubted whether they were real magic seeds.

“If we can’t grow flowers, we’ll make music for the next few years to earn a living. And when we are old enough, we will return to our kingdom and fight to rightfully reclaim the throne,” said Purple.

“The old woman is very curious about our garden and the plants we are growing here,” said Krip.

“I told her that we don’t know ourselves, but if the flowers come, she is welcome to look.

She knows a lot about plants. If these plants can help to heal the sick, that would be a great reward. Even if we don’t earn anything with it.”

“You’re right, brother,” replied Purple. “I would rather make people happier than be a king!”

The next morning, everything was in bloom. They were violets, but they were more beautiful than ever seen before.

It seemed like they had little faces, half sad, half happy.

“What can we do with the violets and how can they bring us luck?” Purple wondered.

“We will sell them,” said Krip. “They are so wonderfully beautiful and special. They will certainly bring in a lot of money.”

“They are beautiful!” they heard the old woman say behind them.

“We did it!” said Purple, and he picked a flower to give to the woman.

 
“I can read plants,” said the old woman. “And these flowers tell me a sad story.” She turned the flower a few times with her bony fingers.

“I see five petals. This big golden petal sits alone on a double green seat. The two smaller yellow petals with a small edge of purple are on either side.

But these two purple petals only have one green seat, although they are more beautiful than the other petals.

And in the middle, I see a little man in green with a red cap. He’s in the warmest, safest place. He has a bag of seeds that will ripen if he wants to give the sun access to his heart.”

The boys smiled, but said nothing. It was their own sad history that was written in the magic flowers.

“They will sell well,” continued the old woman. “They bring out the good in people. The whole world needs that. You can earn a fortune with them.”

The next few days, the violets sold well at the market. Although the boys looked poor, they radiated something special. Everyone wanted to buy them.

Doctors bought the flowers to encourage their patients. Sad people bought them to cheer up.

Even bad people bought them because the sweet faces never reproached them, arousing better feelings in their bad hearts.

The queen and her daughters also wanted the flowers. The queen lived in fear. The people didn’t like her and started to rebel because she didn’t take care of the poor.

Primrose and Narcissus had brought the flowers because they wanted to possess everything that was new and beautiful, no matter what the cost.

Even the king received a bouquet of violets beside his bed. He noticed them too, especially because they bore the name of his deceased queen: Viola.

 
Meanwhile, the two princes traveled the world. They sold flowers in the summer and sang and danced in the winter.

They preferred to do that in prisons, hospitals, and poor neighborhoods. There they left not only happiness but also money, and then slipped away quietly without waiting for thanks.

The boys felt free. “I wouldn’t want to be locked up in a palace and forced to follow all sorts of rules,” they exclaimed. “But if we can help the poor in our kingdom find work, then we will do that.

We have saved enough money. Let’s go back to our kingdom in silence, hoping that our father will want to see us this time. No one needs to know who we are. We will call ourselves the Merciful Brothers.”

And so they disguised themselves in brown monk robes with a large hood pulled over their heads and entered their father’s kingdom.

They sought out Adam. He was very happy to see the brothers and very proud of them. The princes stayed with him.

From that house, the brothers helped the poor in various ways throughout the day. They put violets everywhere, bringing happiness and peace to many homes.

In the meantime, the queen was in mortal fear of her misdeeds, and the king was very sick.

She was very afraid that the people would rebel, so she had the Merciful Brothers come to the palace. No one recognized the two princes.

The queen begged the Brothers for help. She realized that her desire for power and wealth had made her a bad person. She wanted to show remorse.

“If you really regret it, try to make up for all the harm you’ve done,” said Prince Purple. “Have compassion for your people and start helping them. Make sure they can trust you. Then you will be safe and happy.”

“Yes, I want to, and I will!” the queen cried.

“That’s a beautiful story,” said Marianne.

“Don’t forget what there is to learn from it, dear,” said the flower. “Learn to have patience and make your own little kingdom a loving, happy place. Learn from everything around you, even if it’s just something small like a violet.”

Marianne smiled and took the flower in her hand. She felt a sense of peace and comfort from the flower’s words.

She knew that she could make her own world a better place by being kind and patient with those around her.

As she walked back to her village, Marianne thought about the Merciful Brothers and how they had changed their kingdom for the better.

She realized that even small acts of kindness and generosity could make a big difference in people’s lives.

When she arrived home, Marianne went straight to her garden and began to tend to her flowers.

She thought about the lessons she had learned from the story and how she could apply them to her own life.

From that day on, Marianne made a conscious effort to be kinder and more patient with those around her.

She shared her flowers with her neighbors and helped those in need. Her small acts of kindness spread throughout the village, and soon everyone was happier and more content.

As the years passed, Marianne’s garden grew more beautiful and bountiful. People came from far and wide to see her flowers and to hear her stories of the Merciful Brothers.

Marianne was grateful for the lessons she had learned and the happiness she had brought to others.

She knew that she had made her own little kingdom a better place, just as the Merciful Brothers had done for their kingdom. (*)