Freund

In German „friend“ is written „FREUND“. Can you find all letters to write „FREUND“?

António's animal Farm (Portugal)

Lamb
Sheep

Chicken
Goat
Duck

Horse

In our classroom we've got a child, António who has a farm and he brought us some pictures of the animals that he has got on his farm.

Animal footprints (Portugal)

Chicken footprints
Sheep footprints
Horse footprints

I'm a little Rabbit (Song)

Eu sou um coelhinho

De olhos vermelhos
De pêlo branquinho
Dou saltos bem altos
Eu sou um coelhinho

Comi uma cenoura
Com casca e tudo
Ela era assim tão grande
Que eu fiquei um barrigudo

Dou saltos p’ra frente
Dou saltos p’ra traz
Eu sou um coelhinho
Que de tudo sou capaz

Rumpelstiltskin ( Brothers Grimm) - English Version

Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test."
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, "Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die."
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller's daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep. But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, "Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?"
"Alas," answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it." "What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you?"
"My necklace," said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?"
"The ring on my finger," answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife."
Even if she be a miller's daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?"
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child."
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller's daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became a queen.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.
"I will give you three days, time," said he, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."
So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, "That is not my name."
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted
'Today I bake, to-morrow brew, the next I'll have the young queen's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress queen, what is my name?"
At first she said, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Is your name Harry?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.

Animals in Winter (Germany)

The father from a child showed us the pelt from a fox. We tried to find animals in our forest, we hoped to see a fox. But we only found an earthworm, a red trap for insects with holes and some feed for birds. We will try to find other animals soon.

Heidi Quéré

Martenitsa

March 1. is a day of the rich Bulgarian tradition, and wishes for health, love and a good harvest. This is the time when Bulgarians exchange amulets - the so called bulgarian "Martenitsa" and tell each other, "Chestita Baba Marta" (Happy Granny March).

Martenitsas offered by the Deutscher Kindergarten Erich-Kästner

Martenitsa is a small piece of adornment, made of white and red yarn and worn from March 1st until the 22nd March (or the first time an individual sees a stork or swallow). Mart is the Bulgarian word for the month of March.
The name of the holiday is Baba Marta, a Bulgarian tradition related to welcoming the upcoming spring. The month of March, according to Bulgarian folklore, marks the beginning of springtime.
Therefore, the first day of March is a traditional holiday associated with sending off winter and welcoming spring.

Algarve Carnival

Since the Algarve climate is so benign, carnivals take place in February.
The events seem to be a amalgamation of pagan springtime ceremonies and the Christian celebration of Shrove Tuesday.
In Algarve, we go for a more markedly out-doorsy approach and parade around in themed floats and suchlike.
Many towns and villages hold their own events, but the oldest Portuguese carnival, is the one in Loulé.
It would seem that planning for Algarve carnivals starts early in the year, and many locals get involved, making the thousands of paper flowers that adorn the floats. Local participation at the actual events extends to the farmers, who turn out in their tractors to pull the floats. Many get into the mood of the event, with their outfits themed to suit.
Each Algarve carnival seems to have something different to offer.
Most carnivals have a theme, and there's much good-natured satiricising of life's woes and joys, with a particular penchant for having a tilt at politicians, both local and national.
One notable aspect was the wide spread of age groups among attendees. It would seem that Algarve carnivals have something for everyone.
Babies and young children were dressed up for the occasion.
Many of the older young folk sprinted about spraying each other with coloured goo, and popping the occasional egg over each others' heads. It seems that this behaviour is a throwback to pre-carnival times, when rival gangs of youths would throw discarded food and mud at each other. Then, someone came up with the notion of formal processions of carts...

Carnival Song "Carnaval vem Chegando"

O CARNAVAL VEM CHEGANDO

O Carnaval vem chegando

para brincarmos a valer

Máscaras disto ou daquilo

Para ninguém nos conhecer.

O João tem papelinhos

A Maria Serpentinas

Ó Rita traz um apito

Vê lá se não desafinas.

(Refrão)

Vem o Zorro e o bandido

O Drácula e a princesinha

e até o Lobo Mau

dá a mão à avózinha.

(Refrão)

Carnival in Deutscher Kindergarten Erich-Kästner

Carnival in the Kindergarten “Le petit prince“ in Baden-Baden

We celebrated our carnival on February 19. This is the day which is called “schmutziger Donnerstag”, which means “Dirty Thursday” or “Fat Thursday”. In shops, in the streets and everywhere people were dressed up in pyjamas or masqueraded as cowboys, princesses, pirates or something else.
In the kindergarten the theme was “Fairy Tales in Europe” and especially the story “Les bons amis”. So you can even see a carrot on one of the pictures.
We danced and sang songs, we ate a lot of nice things and we made loud noises with music instruments. The people didn’t greet each other by saying “hello”, but “hellau” and “narri narro”. At the end we were tired and happy. So we are awaiting impatiently our next carnival.

Heidi Quéré, Kindergarten Le petit prince

Carnival in Germany – Baden-Württemberg

Carnaval is a festive season which occurs immediately before Lent; the main events are usually during January and February. Carnival typically involves a public celebration or parade combining some elements of a circus, masque and public street party. People often dress up or masquerade during the celebrations, which mark an overturning of daily life.

Alemannic Fastnacht
The « Swabian-Alemannic" carnival begins on January 6 (Epiphany/Three Kings Day). This celebration is known as Fastnacht. Variants are Fasnet, Fasnacht or Fasent. Fastnacht is held in Baden-Württemberger, parts of Bavaria, and Alsace. Switzerland and Vorarlberg, in Austria, also hold this celebration. The festival starts on the Thursday before Ash Wednesday, known in these regions as Schmutziger Donnerstag or Fettdonnerstag. In standard German, schmutzig means "dirty", but actually the name is from the local dialect where schmutzig means "fat." Elsewhere the day is called "Women's Carnival" (Weiberfastnacht), being the day when tradition says that women take control. In particular regions of Tyrol, Salzburg and Bavaria traditional processions of the Perchten welcome the springtime. The Schönperchten ("beautiful Perchts") represent the birth of new life in the awakening nature, the Schiachperchten ("ugly Perchts") represent the dark spirits of wintertime. Farmers yearn for warmer weather and the Perchtenlauf (Run of Perchts; typical scenery) is a magical expression of that desire. The nights between winter and spring, when evil ghosts are supposed to go around, are also called Rauhnächte ("rough nights").

Heidi Quéré

Carnival in Albufeira

Our Masks

St. Vallentine's Day

Winter pictures from France - The snow

Monday, 2/02/2009 - It's snowing in Ploubazlanec. Pupils are very happy !

The english version of the "LES BONS AMIS", "The good friends"

"It's snowing so much that the fields are completely white, completely white.

The little rabbit has nothing left to eat. Nothing.

He opens the door.

"Brrr!!!.... How cold it is!"

The little rabbit goes looking for something, anything to eat.

And suddenly he finds ... guess what?

Two orange carrots, this big, that were sleeping under the snow.

Munch, munch, munch. He eats one of them.

He isn't hungry anymore.

He says to himself:

"It's so cold, it's snowing so much, that the little horse, my neighbor, must surely be hungry. I'm going to take the other carrot to his house."

The little rabbit runs, runs to the home of the little horse, his neighbor.

Knock! Knock!

The little rabbit opens the door...

Ah! The little horse isn't there!!

The little rabbit leaves the carrot ... and departs.

In the snow that slides and cracks the little horse is looking for something to eat. And suddenly he finds ... guess what?

A big beet, white and purple, that formed a little bump under the snow.

Munch, munch, munch. The little horse eats the beet.

Good, good! He isn't hungry anymore, and he returns to his house.

He returns home, sees the carrot, and says:

"Who brought me that? It's the little grey rabbit: I saw his little pawprints in the snow! That little grey rabbit is so nice!"

Then he says to himself:

"It's so cold, it's snowing so much, that the sheep must surely be hungry. I'm going to take him this carrot right away and then come back home."

The little horse gallops! Clop! Clop! Clop! Clop! Clop! Clop! To the big sheep's house.

Knock! Knock!

The little horse opens the door.

Ah! The sheep isn't there!

The little horse sets the carrot down and leaves.

The big curly sheep had gone to look for something to eat. And suddenly he finds ... guess what?

A red cabbage hidden deep in the snow.

He eats the cabbage leaf by leaf, munch, munch, munch.

He's not hungry anymore and he returns to his house.

The sheep enters his home, sees the carrot and says:

"A carrot, who brought me that? It's the little horse, I bet: I see his hoofprints in the snow!"

And the sheep also says:

"It's so cold, it's snowing so much, the deer must surely be hungry: I'll take him the carrot and then come back home."

The big sheep trots, trots on the snow, which is slippery and crackly, on the frozen fields through the woods.

All the way to the house of the little red deer.

Knock, knock, the sheep opens the door...

Ah! The deer isn't there!

The sheep leaves the carrot and departs.

The deer had gone to look for something to eat. He had found ... guess what? A tuft of frozen grass and the buds on a little pine tree.

He eats so much of that that he isn't hungry anymore.

He goes back home, sees the carrot and says:

"Who brought me that? The brown sheep, I think: he left a bit of wool behind as he left here."

And the deer also says:

"It's so cold, it's snowing so much, the grey rabbit must surely be hungry. I'm going to take him this carrot right away and then I'll come back home."

The little red deer jumps, jumps, over the hedges, over the holly, in the leafless woods.

He arrives, he finally arrives at the door of the little rabbit.

When he returned home, the little grey rabbit had fallen asleep.

The deer opens the door very quietly and sets down the carrot, very quietly, next to the bed.

The rabbit wakes up.

The deer says to him:

"It's so cold, it's snowing so much, perhaps you have nothing to eat! I brought you a carrot."

And so it was that, from the horse to the sheep, from the sheep to the deer, the carrot returned to the little grey rabbit.

Ah! Such good, good friends!