Listen or read along. “Black Beauty” is a free
classic fairy tale for ages 4–6, narrated aloud in about 5 minutes.
The full text is below, and the Sleepfox app reads it to your child with a
calm voice, a dimming screen and a gentle sleep timer.
A little black foal was born in a green meadow on a sunny spring morning.
His coat shone like soft velvet.
His mother nuzzled him gently and whispered, "You are my beautiful one."
The foal grew strong and kind, running through clover with his friends.
He learned to wear a soft bridle and a cozy blanket.
He learned to pull a gentle cart down quiet country lanes.
One day, a kind farmer said softly, "I will call you Black Beauty."
Beauty loved his name.
He trotted proudly beside the farmer, feeling happy and safe.
Soon Beauty went to live at a big house with other horses.
There was a spotted pony named Merrylegs who showed him the warm stable.
There was a tall horse named Ginger who was learning to trust again.
Beauty whispered to her, "We will be friends."
And slowly, Ginger's eyes grew softer.
The groom who cared for them was gentle and spoke in a quiet voice.
He brushed Beauty's coat until it gleamed like a midnight sky.
He gave them sweet hay and fresh water every evening.
Beauty pulled a shiny carriage through the peaceful town.
He wore jingling bells that sang a soft song.
Children waved as he passed, and Beauty felt proud.
Sometimes he carried a kind lady who patted his neck and said, "Good Beauty."
The seasons changed like a slow, dreamy dance.
In autumn, golden leaves drifted down around him.
In winter, he wore a warm red blanket and stood by his friends in the cozy stable.
In spring, apple blossoms floated on the breeze.
Beauty traveled to different places, always hoping for kindness.
He met many people, some hurried, some gentle.
But he remembered his mother's soft voice and stayed brave and true.
One misty morning, Beauty felt tired.
His legs were weary from so many journeys.
A soft-spoken farmer saw him and said gently, "You need rest, dear friend."
The farmer led Beauty to a quiet meadow, just like the one where he was born.
The grass was sweet and green.
A little stream bubbled nearby, singing a lullaby.
Other gentle horses grazed peacefully under the willow trees.
Beauty recognized one of them… it was Merrylegs, his old friend.
They touched noses softly, remembering happy days.
The farmer brushed Beauty's coat one more time and whispered, "You are home now."
Beauty stood in the warm sunshine, feeling the soft breeze.
Butterflies danced around the wildflowers.
Birds sang their evening songs.
Beauty lowered his head to taste the sweet clover.
Everything was calm.
Everything was safe.
Everything was just right.
As the sun set in gentle colors of peach and lavender, Beauty closed his eyes.
He dreamed of running through meadows with his mother.
He dreamed of all the kind hands that had patted him.
He dreamed of jingling bells and golden leaves and apple blossoms…
And in that peaceful place, surrounded by friends, Black Beauty rested at last.
The stars came out, soft and twinkling.
The meadow was warm.
And Beauty slept.
Listen to it free in the app
Sleepfox narrates every story aloud, dims the screen, and fades out with a
gentle sleep timer. A brand-new story is added free every night.