Easter stories for children aged 0-6: cute stories that your little one will love!

Dear moms, have you noticed how the pre-holiday bustle — among piles of recipes and plans — can make us lose what matters most: those tender, heartwarming moments of closeness with our children? To make sure your wait for the Holiday doesn’t turn into an endless to-do list, I’ve created these Easter tales — true little islands of warmth. I’ve organized them by age: from gentle rhymes for the tiniest ones (0–2 years) to exciting adventures for lively preschoolers (3-4 and 5-6 years). Pick your story, snuggle up with your little ones, and start traditions they will remember with a smile for many years to come!

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An Easter tale for ages 3–4: Lady Cluck and Her Children

Once upon a time, there lived Lady Cluck — a most respectable hen in a neat, speckled dress. She lived on a farm called “Apples and Plums,” and more than anything in the world, she took pride in her four brand-new eggs. They were as white and spotless as the sugared crowns of the Easter breads she had seen the year before in Lady Hearth’s basket.

But one day, while the brooding hen was picking out plump, juicy worms in the garden, her mistress, old Lady Hearth, stepped into the henhouse. She decided those eggs would be just the thing for the upcoming Easter table.

When Lady Cluck returned, she found the nest empty.

“Cluck-cluck!” she cried, flapping her wings. “Could this be the work of sly Foxwick? Or has that villainous Magpie Chitter carried them off to her nest to feed her ever-hungry chicks?”

She rushed off to search. Lady Cluck was so agitated that she quite lost her wits. That was why she forgot all about the scoundrel, Mister Rrruff, who adored frightening her by suddenly leaping out of his kennel. The poor hen ran straight past his doghouse! Of course, Mister Rrruff woke at once — or perhaps he had only been pretending to sleep.

The dog shot outside like lightning and barked sharply right into the hen’s face. Lady Cluck was so startled that she fluttered up onto the windowsill of the farmhouse. And—oh, horror!—behind the glass, sitting in a festive basket, she saw her treasures. She barely recognized them, and only thanks to her mother’s heart. For the eggs were utterly transformed: yellow, blue, green, and red—and each adorned with a little flower on one side!

In her indignation, Lady Cluck instantly forgot her fear. She bristled her feathers like a warrior and gave a fearsome cry: “Cluck-cluck-cluck!” The fearless mother swooped down from the windowsill, eyes bulging and beak snapping. She flew straight over the astonished Mister Rrruff’s head, nearly brushing him with her claws. And Lady Cluck’s claws were formidable indeed! She was well used to digging fat worms from the manure heap with them. Then she proudly vanished back into the henhouse to think everything over properly.

That night, when Mister Rrruff was truly asleep and Lady Hearth had put out the light, the hen crept into the house. She was still boiling with outrage!

“What strange manners—to paint other people’s children!” she muttered.

With one wing she seized the basket of eggs, and with the other she did not forget to take a hefty slice of festive Easter bread—for whenever Lady Cluck was upset, she always felt the need to fortify herself. Especially since the bread was studded with raisins, and Lady Hearth had already coated it with a thick layer of icing and scattered it with colorful sweets!

The hen dragged her burden beyond the far fence and hid in dense nettle thickets, right beside an old willow—far from noisy boys and from Lady Hearth, whose trickery with eggs was now well known. There the bird made herself a snug nest, placed her poor, decorated treasures inside, fluffed her feathers properly, and, dozing sweetly, settled down to wait. True, she now slept with only one eye closed—the other always cast a suspicious glance toward the house.

Three weeks later there came a scraping, a tapping, and then a demanding little cry: “Peep-peep!” Lady Cluck, who had at last dared to sleep with both eyes shut, clucked in fright, for she had dreamed of noisy Mister Rrruff, of Lady Hearth, and of Foxwick with Magpie Chitter. All of them were trying to steal her eggs! Imagine that! Even in her dreams there was no peace from them! But when eggshells began to scatter onto the grass, the hen’s heart drummed like a springtime woodpecker. She bloomed into a smile—though, as you may imagine, smiling with a beak is no simple matter.

And so, from beneath the broad warmth of the brooding hen, the first to roll out was a yellow chick with a violet on its back. The second was blue, with a yellow buttercup on its breast. The third was green, with a little bellflower on its crown. And last appeared a bright red little fellow with a snow-white daisy right on his bottom.

Lady Cluck gravely adjusted her feathers and decided her family looked simply splendid!

A few days passed, and one morning Lady Hearth stepped out onto the porch with a cup of tea. She had just sat down to rest when she suddenly beheld something utterly unbelievable.

From around the corner of the barn, waddling with great dignity, emerged Lady Cluck. And behind her, strictly in order, marched four little ones: yellow, blue, green, and red! They were heading straight for the vegetable beds, where the soil was softest and tastiest.

The old woman gasped in astonishment, toppled from her chair—“plop!”—and landed right on the grass, spreading her wide skirt like a great bell and flinging her pantalooned legs toward the sky. Fortunately, it was only a low garden stool, so nothing but her pride was hurt.

While Lady Hearth, with trembling hands, adjusted her skirt and searched for her spectacles on their chain and perched them upon her nose, Lady Cluck and her troop had already disappeared behind the currant bushes.

The respectable lady turned in bewilderment to the dog, who was also staring toward the garden with bulging eyes.
“Did you see that, dear Mister Rrruff?” she whispered with pale lips. “It seems I am growing quite old and losing my senses… I could swear that four Easter eggs just marched across my yard, right past the porch, following a hen!

The dog, for his part, was so astonished that for the first time in his life he forgot to gnaw his sugar bone. The poor fellow was so stunned that wicked Magpie Chitter managed to snatch the bone from right under his nose, and he did not even notice! Afterwards, Mister Rrruff tormented himself wondering whether the bone had been a figment of his imagination—and if not, why his stomach was rumbling so disgracefully.

And Lady Cluck heard perfectly well everything her mistress said. She even paused for a moment and fluffed her feathers, as though to make a little curtsy. But since she was still terribly angry with Lady Hearth for those liberties with paint and brush, she merely lifted her comb proudly and vanished without a sound.

From that day on, whenever Lady Hearth came out onto the porch with a bowl of grain, Lady Cluck lined up her colorful children in a row, like little soldiers. She sternly instructed them: “Backs straight, beaks up! Let’s show that we are hens, not Easter decorations!”

And then, as the old woman drew nearer, polishing her spectacles and scarcely believing her own eyes each time, the chicks would burst out together in a merry taunt their mother had taught them:

We are not eggs upon a plate,
We rule the grass—it is our fate!
Paint will wash and fade away,
But my beak is here to stay!
Cluck-cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck-cluck,
Catch us? Oh, you’ll need good luck!

The respectable lady would throw up her hands in outrage and drop the bowl. And the chicks—red, blue, yellow, and green—sparkling mischievously with flowers in the most unexpected places and peeping gaily, would scatter in all directions.

Lady Cluck, meanwhile, with the most unruffled air, would calmly peck at the spilled grain, never forgetting, however, to keep an eye on sly Mister Rrruff. She had not yet forgiven him for that treacherous “woof” of his—which, all the same, led the whole story to a happy ending.

Vocabulary Fun: Words to Discover Together

Why do we do this? When children understand the words, the story turns into a “movie” in their minds. They don’t get stuck on tricky parts but instead dive deep into the characters’ feelings. These brief explanations aren’t “lessons”—they are a way to give your child confidence: “I understand this world, and it’s exciting!”

How to use this list? Keep it playful. Don’t stop for a lecture. If you hit a new word, just give a quick “on-the-go” explanation: use a simple synonym, a gesture, or point to the picture. Let the rhythm of your cozy reading flow naturally.

Words to Explore:

• Lady Cluck — a polite, respectful name for our hen (like “Mrs. Hen”).
• Speckled dress — a dress covered in little dots or spots (like the hen’s feathers).
• Brooding hen (Mother-hen) — a mama-bird who sits on her eggs to keep them warm until they hatch.
• Kennel / Doghouse — a little wooden house where Mister Rrruff sleeps.
• Agitated — when someone is very worried, fussy, and can’t sit still.
• Indignation — being “super-duper” angry because something is unfair.
• Fortify herself — to eat something tasty to feel stronger and cheered up.
• Nettle thickets — a place where tall, prickly green plants grow (don’t touch, they sting!).
• Waddling — walking like a duck or a hen, swaying from side to side.
• Spectacles — an old-fashioned word for glasses.
• Sugar bone — a very special, sweet, and tasty treat for a dog.

What words would you add? Write in the comments!

An Easter Tale for Ages 3–4: What to Talk About with Your Child?

The story of Lady Cluck is a simple and touching Easter tale that helps you talk with your 3–4-year-old about love, devotion, and the miracle of life. As you read about the brave hen who brought back her painted eggs and hatched colorful chicks, your little one learns to empathize and enjoy a happy ending.

Be sure to discuss the story afterward: ask why the hen didn’t give up on her eggs or what color your child would paint their own world. This warm, lecture-free dialogue will bring you closer together and help your child feel important and understood.

Diving into the Story (Plot)

1. Do you remember the name of our hen hero?
2. Where did her eggs disappear to? Let’s look for them together in the book!
3. Wow, look at them on Lady Hearth’s table! What colors do you see?

Feeling with the Hen (Emotions)

1. How do you think Lady Cluck felt when she saw her nest was empty? Let’s feel a little sad with her.
2. Was she surprised when her chicks hatched all colorful? Can you show me your “surprised” face?
3. Why do you think the hen didn’t leave the painted eggs but brought them back and kept them warm instead?

Play and Imagine (Imagination & Movement)

• If you had a magic paint, what color would you choose for the bravest chick?
• Let’s flap our wings like brave Lady Cluck when she ran away from Mister Rrruff the dog!
• Can you show me how the little chicks pecked through their shells and started chirping? “Peep-peep-peep!”

Share with us what color chick your little one chose!