The story of Peter and the Wolf was written over 70 yearsago and is a favourite of children and adults almost
everywhere. It was written by the Russian composer
Sergei Prokofiev, and is special because it’s a musical story
told by a symphony orchestra.
But more of this later. First…the story.
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peter and the wolf
Early one morning Peter opened
the gate and went out into the
big green meadow. On a
branch of a big tree sat a little
bird. Peter’s friend. “All is quiet”
chirped the bird gaily.
Just then a duck came waddling round. She
was glad
that Peter had not closed the gate, and
decided to take
a nice swim in the deep pond in the meadow.

Seeing the duck, the little bird few down
upon the grass,
settled next to her and shrugged his
shoulders.
“What kind of a bird are you if
you can’t fly?” said he. To this
the duck replied: “What kind of
a bird are you, if you can’t
swim?” and dived into the pond.

They argued and argued, the duck
swimming in the pond,
the little bird hopping along the shore.
Suddenly
something caught Peter’s attention. He
noticed a cat
crawling through the grass. The cat
thought: “The bird is busy arguing. I’ll just
grab him.” Stealthily she crept
towards him on her velvet paws

“Look out!” shouted Peter, and the bird
immediately flew
up into the tree, while the duck quacked
angrily at the
cat…from the middle of the pond.
The cat walked round the tree and thought:
“Is it worth
climbing up so high? By the time I get there
the bird will
have flown away.”

Grandfather came out. He was angry
because Peter had gone into the
meadow. “It is a dangerous place. If
a wolf should come out of the forest,
then what would you do?”
Peter paid no attention to his
grandfather’s words. Boys like him are
not afraid of wolves. But Grandfather took
Peter by the hand, locked the gate and led
him home. No sooner had Peter gone, than
a big grey wolf came out of the forest.

In a twinkling the cat climbed
up the tree. The duck quacked,
and in her excitement jumped
out of the pond. But no matter
how hard the duck tried to
run…she couldn’t escape the
wolf. He was getting nearer
…nearer … catching up with her…and then
he got her,
and with one gulp, swallowed her
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