This fairy tale, like every fairy tale, has its own story.

This hero came from a smiling point of view of some farmyard’s inhabitants’ activities. I just noticed some details and then this fairy tale appeared. Welcome to Fairy Tale World!

Olga and the Fairy Tale Team 🙂

CURIOUS PIGLET

Curious Piglet was poking his inquisitive nose everywhere. . . . His nose was really very inquisitive. Actually, it was difficult to call his nose a ‘nose’. Button! Yes! Yes! A button, with two small holes!

This button-nose always appeared where nobody expected it to be. When it appeared—what else, but along with it, the questions appeared, of which Curious Piglet had many. Perhaps that is why there were never enough answers.

Curious Piglet has pestered everyone in the Farmyard with his ‘What?’ and ‘Why?’ But most of all, Curious Piglet bothered proud Turkey. He had long held a grudge toward Curious Piglet. . . .

“Why do you, Mr. Turkey, have a long stocking hanging instead of a nose?” Curious Piglet had somehow asked, and since then no one addressed Turkey in any other way.

On this early morning, Curious Piglet could not find the answer to a very important question: “Why do I need such a nose?”

When he asked Turkey about it, Turkey grinned caustically and replied, “To see clearly . . .”

“To see what?” said Curious Piglet not understanding.

Turkey was silent for a moment and added, “To notice what others do not see, you need to dig deeper. Whoever is capable of this, is the smartest.”

As soon as Curious Piglet heard the word ‘smartest’, somewhere in his stomach, he felt something very sweet. “M-mm . . .” He even sighed, reminding himself that this is exactly what Mrs. Farmer calls him when she brings food. He sighed again and, in a voice trembling with excitement, asked carefully, “And . . . where should I dig?”

Turkey looked around him and nodded, “Everywhere!”

“How can I . . . everywhere?” Curious Piglet asked in surprise.

“Yes . . . everywhere!” Turkey continued very kindly, only his small eyes gleamed spitefully.

Piglet looked around and asked again, “E-ee . . .where is the best?”

Turkey thought a little and responded, “Well. Where everyone is, but where they don’t notice what only you can find!”

“O-oo . . . How does it look?” Piglet whispered breathlessly.

“I don’t know! I don’t have a nose like yours! Besides, as you said, I have a ‘long stocking’ hanging instead of a nose.” Turkey said these words in disgust, but probably not in vain because, after such sincere advice, Curious Piglet was no longer there. . . .

When Mrs. Farmer came out onto the porch, the yard was unrecognizable! Holes dug by Curious Piglet stretched along the yard in orderly paths! What had happened near the fence was difficult to describe! Mrs. Farmer gasped and sat down on the porch with her head in her hands.

Curious Piglet saw her out of the corner of his eye. “O-oo! She is in awe of my smartness!” he thought. So, he did not stop working but, on the contrary, dug with even greater zeal, plowing a piece of soft earth with his button-nose right in front of the porch.

Something whistled and Piglet felt a burn where his tail grew from. It wasn’t so much painful as embarrassing. Curious Piglet did not understand why he could not show everyone how smart he was. No one had such a wonderful button-nose as he! He showed his abilities so diligently, and he was not even thanked for the work done. . . .

His tail hung a little. Curious Piglet stopped and sighed: “If they could just hear me!” He wanted to say something . . . but he saw Mrs. Farmer’s furious eyes, looked back at his tail, and turned to his little shed. “All for nothing! Nobody needs my smartness!” he thought. He lowered his ears sadly and, jumping over his pits, moved away. . . .

Turkey, looking at Curious Piglet with pleasure, pulled forward his ‘long stocking’, and hissed, “Well, did you get thanks, ‘Button-nose’?” Turkey closed his eyes, waiting for a quiet and confused Curious Piglet’s gasp, but . . . he heard nothing!

Curious Piglet plodded around Turkey, passed his little shed, and . . . continued on. He sat down on a hill and tilted his scratched button-nose to the warm Sun . . . just sat and warmed up. And then thought, “If I have a nose that is so convenient for digging, he absolutely has to find something . . . interesting and smart. Otherwise, why do I have such a nose?”

His tail still hurt a little, but the thought of his own smartness was no longer sweet in his stomach. There was no burden of self-importance either. That is why it became easier. Having warmed up a little more in the Sun, Curious Piglet went digging further. Where? Where it is interesting. . . .

From the book “Happy Home Fairy Tales for children and adults” https://olgaverasen.com/library

I am creating this post and behind my back on the shelf is our lovely Winnie the Pooh book , that also has a hero named Piglet. This old book, with yellowing pages from age, has over 50 years of traveling in many countries in our world supporting the amazing world that everyone has.

We all have our own fairy tales that always live with us in our heart. They come to us, sharing what they have, to support our own life story. Each of us has this beautiful story that always lives in our heart. Just listen. . . .