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一、The RunawayBunny 引进版：逃家小兔
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Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So he said to his mother, “I am runningaway.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will runafter you.
For you are my little bunny.”
“If you run after me,” said the littlebunny,
“I will become a fish in a trout stream and Iwill swim away from you.”
“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” saidhis mother,
“I will become a fisherman and I will fish foryou.”
“If you become a fisherman,” said the littlebunny,
“I will become a rock on the mountain, high aboveyou.”
“If you become a rock on the mountain highabove me,”
Said his mother, “I will be a mountainclimber,
And I will climb to where you are.”
“If you become a mountain climber,” said thelittle bunny,
“I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.”
“If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,”said his mother,
“I will be a gardener. And I will find you.”
“If you are a gardener and find me,” said thelittle bunny,
“I will be a bird and fly away from you.”
“If you become a bird and fly away from me,”said his mother,
“I will be a tree that you come home to.”
“If you become a tree,” said the littlebunny,
“I will become a little sailboat, and I will sailaway from you.”
“If you become a sailboat and sail away fromme,” said his mother,
“I will become the wind and blow you where I wantyou to go.”
“If you become the wind and blow me,” said thelittle bunny,
“I will join a circus and fly away on a flyingtrapeze.”
“If you go flying on a flying trapeze,” saidhis mother,
“I will be a tightrope walker, and I will walkacross the air to you.”
“If you become a tightrope walker and walkacross the air,” said the bunny,
“I will become a little boy and run into ahouse.”
“If you become a little boy and run into ahouse,” and the mother bunny,
“I will become your mother and catch you in myarms and hug you.”
“Shucks,” said the bunny, “I might just aswell stay where I am and be your little bunny.”
And so he did. “Have a carrot,” said themother bunny.
二、GUESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU引进版猜猜我有多爱你
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Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to BigNutbrown Hare’s very long ears.
He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Harewas listening.
“Guess how much I love you,” he said.
“Oh, I don’t think I could guess that,” said BigNutbrown Hare.
“This much,” said little Nutbrown Hare,stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.
Big Nutbrown Hare had ever longer arms. “But Ilove you this much,” he said.
Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little NutbrownHare.
“I love you as high as I can reach,” saidLittle Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you as high as I can reach,” said BigNutbrown Hare.
That is very high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.I will I had arms like that.
Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. Hetumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with hisfeet.
“I love you all the away up to my toes!” hesaid.
“And I love you all the way up to your toes,”said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.
“I love you as high as I can hop!” laughedLittle Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.
“But I love you as high as I can hop,” smiledBig Nutbrown Hare – and he hopped so high that his ears touched thebranches above.
That’s good hopping, thought Little NutbrownHare. I wish I could hop like that.
“I love you all the way down the lane as faras the river,” cried Little Nutbrown Hare.
“I love you across the river and over the hills,”said Big Nutbrown Hare.
That’s very far, thought Little NutbrownHare.
He was almost too sleepy to think anymore.
Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out intothe big dark night. Nothing could be farter than the sky.
“I lover you right up to the moon,” he said,and closed his eyes.
“Oh, that’s far,” said Big Nutbrown Hare. “Thatis very, very far.”
Then he lay down close by and whispered with asmile, “I love you right up to the moon – and back.”
三、 THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR 引进版：好饿的毛毛虫
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THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR
In the light of the moon a little egg lay on aleaf.
One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – outof the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.
He started to look for some food.
On Monday he ate through one apple. But he wasstill hungry.
On Tuesday he ate through two pears, but hewas still hungry.
On Wednesday he ate through three plums, buthe was still hungry.
On Thursday he ate through four strawberries,but he was still hungry.
On Friday he ate through five oranges, but hewas still hungry.
On Saturday he ate through one piece ofchocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swisscheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie,one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon.
The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillarate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt muchbetter.
Now he wasn’t hungry and more – and he wasn’ta little caterpillar any more. He was a big, fat caterpillar.
He built a small house, called a cocoon,around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then henibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and ------
He was a beautiful butterfly!
四、Rosie\\\\\\\'s Walk引进版 母鸡萝丝去散步
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Rosie the hen went for a walk
across the yard
around the pond
over the haystack
past the mill
through the fence
under the beehives
and
got back
in time
for dinner.
五、When Sophie Gets Angry 引进版菲菲生气了
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Sophie was busy playing when …
…her sister grabbed gorilla.
“No!” said Sophie.
“Yes!” said her mother.
“It is her turn now, Sophie.”
As her sister snatched Gorilla away …
…Sophie fell over the truck.
Oh, is Sophie ever angry now!
She kicks. She screams. She wants to smash theworld to smithereens. SMASH
She roars a red, red roar. ROAR
Sophie is a volcano, ready to explode.
And when Sophie gets angry – really, really angry… EXPLORDE
PABAM!…She runs!
She runs and runs and runs until she can’t runanymore.
Then, for a little while, she cries.
Now she sees the rocks, the trees and ferns.She hears a bird.TWEET
She comes to the old beech tree. Sheclimbs.
She feels the breeze blow her hair. Shewatches the water and the waves.
The wide world comforts her.
Sophie feels better now. she climbs back down…
… and heads for home.
The house is warm and smells good. Everyone isglad she’s home.
EVERYTHING’S BACK TOGETHER AGAIN
And Sophie isn’t angry anymore
六、IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE ACOOKIE 引进版 要是你给老鼠吃饼干
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Ifyou giveamouse acookie
He’sgoing toaskfor aglassof milk.
Whenyou givehimthe milk,
He’ll probablyask youastraw.
Whenhe’s finish, he’llask foranapkin.
Thenhe’ll wanttolook inamirror
Tomake surehedoesn’t
Havea milkmustache.
Whenhe looksinto themirror,
Hemight noticehis hairneeds a trim.
Sohe’ll probablyask
Fora pair of nailscissors.
Whenhe’s finishgiving himselfatrim,
He’llwant abroomto sweepup.
He’llstart sweeping.
Hemight getcarried awayand
Aweepevery roominthe house.
Hemay evenendup washing the floorsaswell!
Whenhe’s done,
He’ll probablywant totakea nap.
You’llhave tofixup alittlebox forhim
With a blanket andapillow.
He’llcrawl in,
Makehimself comfortable
Andfluff thepillowa fewtimes.
He’ll probablyask youtoread himastoty.
Soyou’ll readtohim fromoneof yourbooks,
Andhe’ll asktosee thepicture.
Whenhe looksatthe pictures,
He’llget soexcited he’llwantto draw
Oneof hisown, He’ll ask forpaperand crayons.
He’lldrawa picture
Whenthe pictureisfinished.
He’llwant tosignhis name
Witha pen
Thenhe’llwantto hang
Hispictureon your
Refrierator
Whichmeans he’llneed
Scotchtape
He’llhang uphisdrawing
And stand back tolookat it.
Lookingattherefrigerator
Willremind himthat
He’sthirsty
So `````````
He’llask foraglass ofmilk.
Andchancesare ifheask for
Aglass ofmilk
He’sgoing towanta cookietogo withit.
七、Hondo andFabian 引进版红豆与菲比
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Fabian on the windasill, Honda on the floor- two sleepy pets intheir favorite places.
“Wake up, Honda.Time to go !”
Hondo will have an adventure.
Fabian will stay home.
Where is Hondo going, riding in a car?
Hondo is going to the beach to meet his friendFred.
Fabian is going to the living room to play withthe baby.
Two happy dogs dive in the waves.
Fabian dives for the door.
Hondo has fun with Fred.
Fabian has fun,too.
Now Hondo is getting hungry.
He wishes he could eat the fish.
Fabian is getting hungry,too.
He wishes he could eat the turkeysandwich.
At last Hondo comes home.
It’s time for dinner!
Side by side Hondo and Fabian eat their food.
Hondo and Fabian, full and fat in theirfavorite places once again.
“Good night,Hondo!”
“Good night, Fabian!”
“Good night, Baby!”
八、Five Minutes’ Peace
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The children were having breakfast.
This was not a pleasant sight.
Mrs. Large took a tray from thecupboard.
She set it with a teapot, a milk jug, her
favorite cup and saucer, a plate of
marmalade toast and a leftover cake
from yesterday. She stuffed the morning
paper into her pocket and sneaked off
toward the door.
“Where are you going with tray, Mom?” askedLaura.
“To the bathroom,” said Mrs. Large.
“Why?” asked the other two children.
“Because I want five minutes’ peace from all ofyou,” said Mrs. Large.
“That’s why.”
“Can we come?” asked Lester as they trailed upthe stairs behind her.
“No,” said Mrs. Large, “you can’t.”
“What shall we do then?” asked Laura.
“You can play,” said Mrs. Large. “Downstairs. Byyourselves. And keep an eye on the baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” muttered the little one.
Mrs. Large ran a deep, hot bath.
She emptied half a bottle of bubble bath into thewater, plunked on her shower cap and got in.
She poured herself a cup of tea and lay back withher eyes closed.
It was heaven.
“Can I play you my tune?” asked Lester.
Mrs. Large opened one eye. “Must you?” sheasked.
“I’ve been practicing,” said Lester, “You told meto. Can I? Please, just for one minute.”
“Go on then,” sighed Mrs. Large.
So Lester played. He played “Twinkle, Twinkle,Little Star” three and a half times.
In came Laura. “Can I read you a page from myreading book?” she asked.
“No, Laura,” said Mrs. Large. “Go on, all of you,off downstairs.”
“You let Lester play his tune,” said Laura.
“I heard. You like him better than me. It’s notfair.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Laura,” said Mrs.Large
“Go on then. Just one page.”
So Laura read. She read four and a half pages of“Little Red Riding Hood.”
In came the little one with a trunkful oftoys.
“For you!” he beamed, flinging them all into thebath water.
“Thank you, dear,” said Mrs. Large weakly.
“Can I see the cartoons in the paper?” askedLaura.
“Can I have the cake?” asked Lester.
“Can I get in with you?” asked the littleone.
Mrs. Large groaned.
In the end they all got in. The little one wasin such a hurry that he forget to take off his pajamas.
Mrs. Large got out. She dried herself, put onher bathrobe and headed for the door.
“Where are you going now, Mom?” askedLaura.
“To the kitchen,” said Mrs. Large.
“Why?” asked Lester.
“Because I want five minutes’ peace from all ofyou,” said Mrs. Large. “That’s why.”
And off she went downstairs, where she hadthree minutes and forty-five seconds of peace before they all cameto join her.
八、THE SNOWYDAY 引进版下雪天
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One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snowhad fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as hecould see.
After breakfast he put on his snowsuit and ranoutside. The snow was piled up very high along the street to make apath for walking.
Crunch,cruch,crunch, his feet sank into thesnow. He waled with his toes pointing out, like this:
He walked with his toes pointing in, likethat:
Then he dragged his feet s-l-o-w-l-y to maketracks.
And he found something sticking out of thesnow that made a new track.
It was a stick
-a stick that was just right for smacking asnow-covered tree.
Down fell the snow-plop!
-on top of Peter’s head.
He thought it would be fun to join the bigboys in their snowball fight, but he knew he wasn’t old enough-notyet.
So he made a smiling snowman,
And he made angles.
He pretented
He was a mountain-climber.
He climbed up
a great big tall
heaping mountain of snow-
and slid all the way down.
He picked up a handful of snow- and another,and still another. He packed it round and firm and put the snowballin his pocket for tomorrow. Then he went into his warm house.
He told his mother all about his adventureswhile she took off his wet socks.
And he thought and thought and thought aboutthem.
Before he got into bed he looked in hispocket. His pocket was empty. The snowball wasn’t there. He feltvery sad.
While he slept, he dreamed that the sun hadmelted all the snow away.
But when he woke up his dream was gone. The snowwas still everywhere. New snow was falling.
After breakfast he called to his friend fromacross the hall, and they went out together into the deep, deepsnow.
九、Mr. Gumpy’s Outing 引进版和甘伯伯去游河
This is Mr. Gumpy.
Mr. Gumpy owned a boat and his house was by ariver.
One day Mr. Gumpy went out in his boat.
“May we come with you?” said the children.
“Yes,” said Mr. Gumpy,
“if you don’t squabble.”
“Can I come along, Mr. Gumpy?” said therabbit.
“Yes, but don’t hop about.”
“I’d like a ride,” said the cat.
“Very well,” said Mr. Gumpy.
“But you’re not to chase the rabbit.”
“Will you take me with you?” said thedog.
“Yes,” said Mr. Gumpy.
“But don’t tease the cat.”
“May I come, please, Mr. Gumpy?” said thepig.
“Very well, but don’t muck about.”
“Have you a place for me?” said thesheep.
“Yes, but don’t keep bleating.”
“Can we come too?” said the chickens.
“Yes, but don’t flap,” said Mr. Gumpy.
“Can you make room for me?” said thecalf.
“Yes, if you don’t trample about.”
“May I join you, Mr. Gumpy?” said thegoat.
“Very well, but don’t kick.”
For a little while they all went along happilybut then…
The goat kicked
The calf trampled
The chickens flapped
The sheep bleated
The pig mucked about
The dog teased the cat
The cat chase the rabbit
The rabbit hopped
The children squabbled
The boat tipped…
and into the water they fell.
Then Mr. Gumpy and the goat and the calf andthe chickens and the sheep and the pig and the dog and the cat andthe rabbit and the children all swam t the bank and climbed out todry in the hot sun.
“We’ll walk home across the fields,” said Mr.Gumpy.
“It’s time for tea.”
“Goodbye,” said Mr. Gumpy.
“Come for a ride another day.”
十、The Napping House引进版打瞌睡的房子
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The Napping House
By Audrey Wood and Don Wood
For Maegerine Thompson Brewer
There is house,
a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And in that house
there is bed,
a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And on that bed
there is a granny,
a snoring granny
on a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And on thatgranny
there ia child,
a dreaming child
on a snoring granny
on a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And on that child
there is a dog,
a dozing dog
on a dreaming child
on a snoring granny
on a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And on that dog
there is a cat,
a snoozing cat
on a dozing dog
on a dreaming child
on a snoring granny
on a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And on that cat
there ia mouse,
a slumbering mouse
on asnoozing cat
on a dozing dog
on a dreaming child
on a snoring granny
on a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
And on that mouse
there is a flea...
Can it be?
A wakeful flea
on a slumbering mouse
on asnoozing cat
on a dozing dog
on a dreaming child
on a snoring granny
on a cozy bed
in a napping house,
where everyone is sleeping.
A wakeful flea
who bites the mouse,
who scares the cat,
who claws the dog,
who thumps the child,
who bumps the granny,
who breaks the bed,
in a napping house
where no one now is sleeping.
十一、Swimmy引进版 小黑鱼
A happy school of little fish lived in a corner of the seasomewhere.They were all red.Only one of themwas as black as amussel shell.He swam faster than his brothers and sisters.His namewas Swimmy.
One bad day a tuna fish,swift ,fierece and veryhungry,came darting through the waves.In one gulp he swallowedall
the little red fish.Only Swimmy escaped.
He swam away in the deep wet world.He was scared,lonely and very sad.
But the sea was full of wonderful creatures,andas he swam from marvel to marvel Swimmy was happy again.
He saw a medusa made of ranibow jelly.
a lobster ,who walked about like a water-movingmachine...
strange fish,pulled by an invisibelthread...
a forest of seaweeds growing from sugar-candyrocks....
an eelwhose tail was almosttoo far away to remember...
and sea anemones,who looked like pink palm treesswaying in the wind.
Then ,hidden in the dark shade of rocks andweeds,he saw a school of little fish ,just like his own.
\\\\\\\"let\\\\\\\'s go and swim and play and SEE things !\\\\\\\"hesaid happily.
\\\\\\\"We can\\\\\\\'t ,\\\\\\\"sid the little red fish .\\\\\\\"the bigfish will eat us all.\\\\\\\"
\\\\\\\"But you can\\\\\\\'t just lie there,\\\\\\\"said Swimmy.\\\\\\\"Wemust THINK of smomething.\\\\\\\"
Swimmy thought and thought and thought .
Then suddenly he said,\\\\\\\"I have it !\\\\\\\"
\\\\\\\"We are going to swim all together like thebiggest fish in the sea!\\\\\\\"
He taught them to swim close together ,each inhis own place ,
and when they had learned to swim like one giantfish ,he said,\\\\\\\"I\\\\\\\'ll be the eye.\\\\\\\"
And so they swam in the cool morning water and inthe midday sun and chased the big fish away.
十二、How to Make an Apple Pie and See theWorld引进版环游世界做苹果派
Making an apple pie is really very easy.First, get all the ingredients at the market. Mix the well, bake,and serve.
Unless, of course, the market isclosed.
In that case, go home and pack a suitcase. Take your shopping listand some walking shoes. Then catch a steamship bound for Europe.Use the six days on board to brush up on yourItalian.
If you time it right, you\\\\\\\'ll arrive in Italy at harvest time. Finda farm deep in the countryside. Gather some superb semolina wheat.An armful or two willdo.
Then hop a train to France and locate a chicken.
French chickens lay elegant eggs-and you want only the finestingredients for your pie. Coax the chicken to give you an egg.Better yet, bring the chicken with you. There\\\\\\\'s less chance ofbreaking the egg that way. Get to Sri Lanka any way youcan.
You can\\\\\\\'tmiss it. Sri Lanka is a pear-shaped island in the Indian Ocean. Thebest cinnamon in the world is made there from the bark of thenative kurundu tree and peel off some bark. If a leopard is nappingbeneath the tree, be veryquiet.
Hitch a rideto England. Make the acquaintance of a cow. You\\\\\\\'ll know she\\\\\\\'s anEnglish cow from her good manners and charming accent. Ask if youcan borrow a cup or two of milk. Even better, bring the whole cowwith you for the freshest possible results.
Stow away ona banana boat headed to Jamaica. On your way there, you can pick upsome salt. Fill a jar with salty seawater.
When theboat docks in Jamaica, walk to the nearest sugar plantation.Introduce yourself to everyone. Tell them about the pie you\\\\\\\'remaking. Then go into the fields and cit a few stalks of sugarcane.
Better fly home. You don\\\\\\\'t want the ingredients tospoil.
Wait a minute. Aren\\\\\\\'t you forgetting something? WHAT ABOUT THEAPPLES? Have the pilot drop you off inVermont.
You won\\\\\\\'thave to go far to find an apple orchard. Pick eight rosy applesfrom the top of the tree. Give one to the chicken, one to the cow,and eat one yourself. That leaves five for the pie. Then hurryhome.
Now all youhave to do is mill the wheat into flour, grind the kurundu barkinto cinnamon, evaporate the seawater from the salt, boil the sugarcane, persuade the chicken to lay an egg, milk the cow, churn themilk into butter, slice the apples, mix the ingredients, and bakethe pie. While the pie is cooling, invite some friends over toshare it withyou.
Remember that apple pie is delicious topped withvanilla ice cream, which you can get at the market. But if ithappens to be closed...
YOU CAN EAT IT PLAIN!
十三、Go Away,Big Green Monster! 引进版走开，绿色大怪物！
Big Green Monster has two big yellow eyes,
a long bluish-greenish nose,
a big red mouth with sharp white teeth,
two little squiggly ears,
scraggly purple hair,
and a big scary green face! but...
...YOU DON\\\\\\\'T SCARE ME!
SO GO AWAY, scraggly purple hair!
GO AWAY,two little squiggly ears!
GO AWAY,long bluish-greenish nose!
GO AWAY,big green face!
GO AWAY,big red mouth!
GO AWAY,sharp white teeth!
GO AWAY,two big yellow eyes!
GO AWAY,Big Green Monster!
and DON\\\\\\\'T COME BACK! Until I say so.
十四、Seven blind mice 引进版 七只瞎老鼠
One day seven blind mice were surprised
to find a strange Something by theirpond.
”What is it?”they cried ,
and they all ran home.
On Monday,
Red Mouse went first to find out.
“It’s a pillar,”he said.
No one believe him.
On Tuesday,
Green Mouse set out.
He was the second to go.
“It’s a snake,”he said.
“No”
said Yellow Mouse on Wednesday.
“It’s a spear.”
He was the third in turn.
The fourth was Purple Mouse.
He went on Thursday.
It’s a great cliff,”he said.
Orange Mouse went on Friday,
the fifth to go.
It’s a Fan！
”he cried.”
”I felt it move.”
The sixth to go was Blue Mouse.
He went on Saturday and said,
”It’s nothing but a rope.”
But the others didn’t agree.
They began to argue.
“A snake！”
“A rope！”
“A fan！”
“A cliff！”
Until on Sunday,WhiteMouse,
the seventh mouse, went to the pond.
When she came upon the Something,
she ran up one side,and she ran down theother.
She ran across the top and from end to end.
“Ah,”said White Mouse.
”Now,I see.The Something is
as sturdy as a pillar,
supple as a snake,
wide as a cliff,
sharp as a spear,
breeze as a fan,
stringy as a rope,
but altogether the Something is…
an elephant.”
And when the other mice
ran up one side and down the other,
across the Something from end to end,
they agreed.
Now they saw,too.
The Mouse Moral:
Knowing in part may make a fine tale,
but wisdom comes from seeing the whole.
十五、There Is a Bird On YourHead引进版 小象小猪系列：你的头上有只鸟
E: Piggie!
E: Is something on myheard?
P: Yes.
P: There is a bird onyour head.
E: There is a bird onmy head?
E: Aaaaaaaaaggghhh!!!
E: Is there a bird onmy head now?
P: No.
P: Now there are twobirds on your head.
E: What are the twobirds doing on my head?
P: They are in love.
E: The birds on my headare in love?
P: They are love birds!
E: Love birds!
E: How do you know theyare love birds?
P: They are making anest!
E: Two birds are makinga nest on my head?
E: Why would two birdsmake a nest on myhead?
E: I am afraid to ask…
E: Do I have an egg onmy head?
P: One.
P: Two.
P: Three!
P: You have three eggson your head.
E: I do not want threeeggs on my head.
P: Then I have goodnews!
E: The eggs are gone?
P: The eggs arehatching!
E: HATCHING?
E: The eggs on my headare hatching?
Birds: Cheep! Cheep!Cheep!
P: They have hatched.
E: Now, I have threebaby chicks on my head!
P: And two birds and anest!
E: I do not want three babychicks, two birds, anda nest on my head!
P: Where do you wantthem?
E: SOMEWHERE ELSE!
P: Why not ask them togo somewhere else?
E: Ask them?
P: Ask them.
E: Okay. I will tryasking.
E: Excuse me, birds.Will you please go somewhereelse?
Birds: No problem.
E: It worked!
Birds: Bye!
E: Now there are nobirds on my head!
E: Thank you. Piggie!Thank you very much!
P: You are welcome…
十六、Big Bear Hug 引进版大熊抱抱
There once was a bear so filled with love and happiness thatwhenever he roamed the forest and came across another living thing,he would give it a hug.
Everywhere he wandered,the bear shared hislove hug by hug.
He even hugged creatures that bears have beenknown to eat. This bear could meet the roundest little rabbit, andhe would just stop, smile and give it a great big hug.
No animal was too big… Toos mall… Too smelly…Or too scary to hug.
But what this bear loved to hug most were thetrees.
The bear never met a tree he did not like. Bigtrees… Little trees…
Apple trees… Pear trees…Peach trees. This bearhugged them all.
One day while the bear was trying to hug abeaver and a tree at the same time, he noticed a man with an axewalking into the forest.
The bear followed the man until he stopped atone of the tallest, oldest and most beautiful trees in the forest.The man spent so much time looking at this magnificent tree thatthe bear thought he must love trees, too.
But to the bear’s horror, the man started tochop the tree down.
For the first time in his life, the bear didn’tfeel like hugging at all.
Then, just as he was about to sink his teethinto the man, the bear stopped.
He realized that no matter how angry he was, hesimply could not eat the man. It just wasn’t in hisnature. The bearsighed. And then he decided to do what he did best.
He gave the man a HUG!
The man was not used to getting real big bearbugs, so once the bear let go, the man dropped his axe and ran far,far away.
And do you know what the bear did next?
The bear smiled and gave the tree a great bighug.
The tree fell muchbetter.
十七、Animals should definitely not wearclothing 引进版动物绝对不应该穿衣服
Animals should definitely not wear clothing
because it would be disastrous for aporcupine,
because a camel might wear it in the wrongplaces,
because a snake would lose it,
because a mouse could get lost in it,
because a sheep might find it terribly hot,
because it could be very messy for a pig,
because it might make life hard for a hen,
because a kangaroo would find it quiteunnecessary,
because a giraffe might look sort of silly,
because a goat would eat it for lunch,
because it would always be wet on a walrus,
because a moose could never manage,
because opossums might wear it upside down bymistake,
and most of all, because it might be veryembarrassing.
十八、Blackboard Bear引进版 神奇的黑板熊
Can I play?
Of course not. You\\\\\\\'re too little.
You can\\\\\\\'t use a blow and arrow.
You can\\\\\\\'t lasso anyone.
Can I play?
Of course not. You\\\\\\\'re too little. You can\\\\\\\'tshoot a gun.
Go play with your teddy bear.
What a great bear! Can we hold his leash?
Of course not. He only lets me hold it.
Look at that big, fuzzy bear! Can I pathim?
Of course not. He doesn\\\\\\\'t let anyone else pathim. Only me.
I have to go feed my bear now. I\\\\\\\'ll seeyou.
Can you and your bear come fishing?
I\\\\\\\'ll ask him when he finishes his lunch.
I\\\\\\\'ll Never Share You, Blackboard Bear
I\\\\\\\'m bored.There\\\\\\\'s nothingto do around here.
Go for a walk?Goodidea.
Hi, Anthony.Are you takingyour bear out to play?
You\\\\\\\'re so lucky to have abear.I want one too.
There are NO more bears like mine, Gloria.
He is the only one in the whole world.
Well, Anthony, I have hundreds of toys.
I\\\\\\\'ll trade you all of them for your bear.
No, Gloria! My bear says NO, NO, NO.
What\\\\\\\'s going on here, Gloria?
Oh hi, Stewart.I want totrade Anthony all my toys for his bear but he won\\\\\\\'t trade.
I want a bear like that too, Anthony.
Where did you get him?
There are no more bears like mine in theworld.And you can\\\\\\\'t have him.
Just you wait, Anthony.Imight steal him when you\\\\\\\'re not looking.
Bully, bully, Stewart.Mybear wouldn\\\\\\\'t let you.
We\\\\\\\'re leaving now. Goodbye!
You\\\\\\\'ll see, Anthony.I\\\\\\\'ll ethim.I\\\\\\\'m bigger than you and I\\\\\\\'m not afraid ofyour bear either.
Let\\\\\\\'s follow them, Stewart.
Gloria, that bear is getting on theblackboard!
Oh, my gosh - he looks just LIKE theblackboard!
Hey, what are you two doing out there?
I saw your bear getting on the blackboard.
Your secret is out.You DREWthat bear.
So what!
They you can draw one for ME.
And metoo, Anthony.
Please, please, please!
My bear wants to talk to me. Come back later.
Share?Why? But youremine.
How do you know they feel left out?
Well, yes, I would too, I guess.
You have an idea?Sure, tryit.
We have a surprise.
Oh, Anthony, what a beautiful saddle.
It\\\\\\\'s awesome.
And you\\\\\\\'re awesome too, Anthony.
I Sure Am Glad To See You, Blackboard Bear
Gloria, you have more toys than anyone in theworld.Can I play with them?
Sure.Except for thatone.It\\\\\\\'s brand new!
And not that one.It\\\\\\\'s myfavorite.
But you can play with this whole box ofthings.
This is just a box of JUNK. You\\\\\\\'e selfish.
I\\\\\\\'m not playing with you anymore.
Who cares!
I\\\\\\\'m going to get a double ice-cream cone.
You\\\\\\\'ll be sorry, Gloria!
Help! Help! An alligator!
We fooled you! It isn\\\\\\\'t real!
That wasn\\\\\\\'t funny.
Just wait - you\\\\\\\'ll be sorry.
Hey, you! Give me back my ice cream!
Who\\\\\\\'s going to make me - you or your bear?
You\\\\\\\'re no help.
Oh, boy I sure am glad to seeyou!
Things have been terrible around here.
That mean Stewart just took my ice cream.
I\\\\\\\'ll show him.I\\\\\\\'ll getanother one.
I\\\\\\\'ve got you for protection.
Wait here.I\\\\\\\'ll get yourfavorite for you - blueberry!
Hey, Athony, you\\\\\\\'re a good kid!
You got me another ice cream too.
I did not! That\\\\\\\'s for myfriend.Give it back!
Who\\\\\\\'s going to make me?
Here.Takeit!Take it！You win.
What about my double ice cream you ate?
Listen, Anthony, I\\\\\\\'ll buy you a triple when Iget my allowance - I promise.
Well, all right, Stewart.
My bear feels sure you won\\\\\\\'t forget.
Scaredy-cat Stewart isn\\\\\\\'t so tough afterall.
Hi, Anthony - what a beautiful bear!
Please, please be my friend - we couldshare.
All right, Gloria, I\\\\\\\'ll play with you - andJoe and Julie too - and share everyting...
except... of course... mybear!
十九、 I like books引进版 我喜欢书
I likebooks. funny books
and scarybooks. Fairy tales.
and nurseryrhymes comic books
and coloringbooks. Fat books.
and thinbooks. books about dinosaurs,
and books aboutmonsters. Counting books….
and alphabetbooks. books about space,
and books aboutpirates. song books.
And strangebooks. Yes, I really do like books.
二十、Olivia 引进版 奥莉薇
This is Olivia.She is good at lots ofthings.
She is very good at wearing peopleout.
She even wears herself out.
Olivia has a little brother namedIan.
He’s always copying.
Sometimes, Ian just won’t leave her alone, soOlivia has to be firm.
Olivia lives with her mother, her father, herbrother, her dog, Perry,
and Edwin, the cat.
In the morning, after she gets up, and moves thecat,
and brush her teeth, and comb her ears,
and moves the cat, Olivia gets dressed.
She has to try on everything.
On sunny days, Olivia likes to go to thebeach.
She feels it’s important to come prepared.
Last summer when Olivia was little,
her mother showed her how to make sandcastles.
She got pretty good.
Sometimes Olivia likes to bask in the sun.
When her mother sees that she’s had enough, theygo home.
Every day Olivia is supposed to take a nap.
“It’s time for your you-know-what,” her mothersays.
Of course Olivia is not at all sleepy.
On rainy days, Olivia likes to go to themuseum.
She heads straight for her favoritepicture.
Olivia looks at it for a long time.
What could she be thinking?
But there is one painting Olivia just doesn’tget.
“I could do that in about five minutes,” she saysto her mother.
As soon as she gets home she gives it atry.
Time out.
After a nice bath, and a nice dinner, it’s timefor bed.
But of course Olivia is not at all sleepy.
“Only five books tonight, mommy,” she says.
“No, Olivia, just one.”
“How about four?”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Oh, all right, three.Butthat’s it!”
When they’ve finished reading, Olivia’s mothergives a kiss and says,
“You know, you really wear meout.But I love you anyway.”
And Olivia gives her a kiss back and says,
“I love you anyway too.”
二十一、MyDad 引进版我爸爸
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He’s all right, my dad.
My dad isn’t afraid of ANYTHING,
even the Big Bad Wolf.
He can jump right over the moon,
and walk on a tightrope (without fallingoff).
He can wrestle with giants,
or win the fathers’ race on sports day,easilly.
He’s all righ, my dad.
My dad can eat like a horse,
and he can swim like a fish.
He’s as strong as a gorilla,
and as happy as a hippopotamus.
He’s all right, my dad.
My dad’s as big as a house,
and as soft as my teddy.
He’s as wise as an owl,
except when he tries to help.
He’s all right, my dad.
My dad’s a great dancer,
and a brilliant singer.
He’s fantastic at soccer,
And he makes me laugh. A lot.
I love my dad. And you know what?
HE LOVES ME!
(And he always will.)
二十二、Mymum 引进版 我妈妈
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She’s nice ,my mum.
My mum\'s a fantastic cook,
and a brilliant juggler.
She\'s a great painter,
and the STRONGEST
woman in the world!
She\'s really nice, my mum.
My mum\'s a magic gardener.
She can make ANYTHING grow.
And she\'s a good fairy.
When I\'m sad she can make me happy.
She can sing like an angel,
and roar like a lion.
She\'s really, REALLY nice, my mum.
My mum\'s as beautiful as a butterfly,
and as comfy
as an
armchair.
She\'s as soft as a kitten,
and as tough as a rhino.
She\'s really, REALLY,
REALLY nice, my mum.
My mum could be a dancer,
or an astronaut.
She could be a film star,
or the big boss. But she\'s MY mum.
She\'s a SUPERMUM!
And she makes me laugh. A Lot.
I love my mum.
And you know what?
SHE LOVES ME!
(And she always will.)
二十三、Rosie\'s Walk 引进版 母鸡萝丝去散步
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Rosie the hen went for a walk
across the yard
around the pond
over the haystack
past the mill
through the fence
under the beehives
and
got back
in time
for dinner.
二十四、 Owl Babies引进版信谊世界精选图画书:小猫头鹰
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Once there were three baby owls: Sarah and Percy and Bill.
They lived in a hole in the trunk of a tree
with their Owl Mother.
The hole had twigs and
leaves and owl feathers in it.
It was their house.
One night they woke up and
their Owl Mother was GONE.
\"Where\'s Mommy?\" asked Sarah.
\"Oh my goodness!\" said Percy.
\"I want my mommy!\" said Bill.
The baby owls thought
(all owls think a lot) ━
\"I think she\'s gone hunting,\" said Sarah.
\"To get us our food!\" said Percy.
\"I want my mommy!\" said Bill.
But their Owl Mother didn\'t come.
The baby owls came out of
Their house, and they sat
On the tree and waited.
A big branch for Sarah,
A small branch for Percy,
and an old piece of ivy for Bill.
\"She\'ll be back,\" said Sarah.
\"Back soon!\" said Percy.
\"I want my mommy!\" said Bill.
It was dark in the woods and
they had to be brave, for things
moved all around them.
\"She\'ll bring us mice and
things that are nice,\" said Sarah.
\"I suppose so!\" said Percy.
\"I want my mommy!\" said Bill.
They sat and they thought
(all owls think a lot) ━
\"I think we should all
sit on my branch,\" said Sarah.
And they did,
all three together.
\"Suppose she got lost,\" said Sarah,
\"Or a fox got her!\" said Percy.
\"I want my mommy!\" said Bill.
And the baby owls closed
their owl eyes and wished their
Owl Mother would come.
AND SHE CAME.
Soft and silent, she swooped
through the trees
to Sarah and Percy
and Bill.
\"Mommy!\" they cried,
and they flapped and they danced,
and they bounced up and down
on their branch.
\"WHAT\'S ALL THE FUSS?\"
their Owl Mother asked.
\"You knew I\'d come back.\"
The baby owls thought
(all owls think a lot) ━
\"I knew it,\" said Sarah.
\"And I knew it\" said Percy.
\"I love my mommy!\" said Bill.
二十五、Sylvester and the MagicPebble引进版驴小弟变石头
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Sylvester Duncan lived with his mother and father at Acorn Road inOatsdale. One of his hobbies was collecting pebbles of unusualshape and color.
On a rainy Saturday during vacation he found aquite extraordinary one. It was flaming red, shiny, and perfectlyround, like a marble. As he was studying this remarkable pebble, hebegan toshiver, probably from excitement, andthe rain felt cold on his back, “I wish it would stop raining,” hesaid.
To his great surprise the rain stopped. Itdidn’t stop gradually as rains usually do, it CEASED. The dropsvanished on the way down, the clouds disappeared, everything wasdry, and the sun was shining as if rain had never existed.
In all his young life Sylvester had never hada wish gratified so quickly. It struck him that magic must be atwork, and he guessed that the magic must be in theremarkable-looking red pebble.(where indeed it was.) to make atest, he put the pebble on the ground and said, “I wish it wouldrain again.” Nothing happened. But when he said the same thingholding the pebble in his hoof, the sky turned black, there waslightning and a clap of thunder, and the rain came shootingdown.
“What a lucky day this is!” thought Sylvester.“From now on I can have anything I want. My father and mother canhave anything they want. My relatives, my friends, and anybody atall can have everything any body wants!”
He wished the sunshine back in the sky, and hewished a wart on his left hind fetlock would disappear, and it did,and he started home, eager to amaze his father and mother with hismagic pebble. He could hardly wait to see their faces. Maybe theywouldn’t even believe him at first.
As he was crossingStrawberry Hill, thinking of some of the many, many things he couldwish for, he was startled to see a mean, hungry lion looking rightat him from behind some tall grass. He was frightened. If he hadn’tbeen so frightened, he could have made the lion disappear, or hecould have wished himself safe at home with his father andmother.
He could have wished the lion would turn intoa butterfly or a daisy or a gnat. He could have wished many things,but he panicked and couldn’t t think carefully.
“I wish I were a rock,” he said, and he becamea rock.
The lion came bounding over, sniffed the rocka hundred times, walked around and around it, and went awayconfused, perplexed, puzzled, and bewildered. “I saw that littledonkey as clear as day. Maybe I’m going crazy,” he muttered.
And there was Sylvester, a rock on StrawberryHill, with the magic pebble lying right beside him on the ground,and he was unable to pick it up. “Oh, how I wish I were myselfagain,” he thought, but nothing happened. He had to be touching thepebble to make the magic work, but there was nothing he could doabout it.
His thoughts began to race like mad. He wasscared and worried. Being helpless, he felt hopeless. He imaginedall the possibilities, and eventually he realized that his onlychance of becoming himself again was for someone to find the redpebble and to wish that the rock next to it would be a donkey.Someone would surely find the red pebble—it was so bright andshiny—but what on earth would make them wish that a rock were adonkey? The chance was one in a billion at best.
Sylvester fell asleep. What else could he do?Night came with many stars.
Meanwhile, back at home, Mr. and Mrs. Duncanpaced the floor, frantic with worry. Sylvester had never come homelater than dinner time. Where could he be? They stayed up all nightwondering what had happened, expecting that Sylvester would surelyturn up by morning. But he didn’t, of course. Mrs. Duncan cried alot and MR. Duncan did his best to soothe her. Both longed to havetheir dear son with them.
“I will never scold Sylvester again as long asI live,” said Mrs. Duncan, “no matter what he does.”
At dawn, they went about inquiring of all theneighbors.
They talked to all the children—the puppies,the kittens, the colts, the piglets. No one had seen Sylvestersince the day before yesterday.
They went to police. The police could not findtheir child.
All the dogs in Oatsdale went searching forhim. They sniffed behind every rock and tree and blade of grass,into every nook and gully of the neighborhood and beyond, but foundnot a scent of him. They sniffed the rock on Strawberry Hill, butit smelled like a rock. It didn’t smell like Sylvester.
After a month of searching the same placesover and over again, and inquiring of the same animals over andover again, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan no longer knew what to do. Theyconcluded that something dreadful must have happened and that theywould probably never see their son again. (though all the time hewas less than a mile away.)
They tried their best to be happy, to go abouttheir usual ways. But their usual ways included Sylvester and theywere always reminded of him. They were miserable. Life had nomeaning for them any more.
Night followed day and day followed night overand over again. Sylvester on the hill woke up less and less often.When he was awake, he was only hopeless and unhappy.
He felt he would be a rock forever and hetired to get used to it, he went into an endless sleep. The daysgrew colder. Fall come with the leaves changing color. Then theleaves fell and the grass bent to the ground.
Then it was winter. The winds blew this wayand that. It snowed. Mostly, the animals stayed indoors, living onthe food they had stored up.
One day a wolf sat on the rock that wasSylvester and howled and howled because he was hungry.
Then the snows melted. The earth warmed up inthe spring sun and things budded
Leaves were on the trees again. Flowers showedtheir young faces.
One day in may, Mr. Duncan insisted that hiswife go with him on a picnic. “Let’s cheer up,” he said. “let ustry to live again and be happy even though Sylvester, our angle, isno longer with us.” They went to Strawberry Hill.
Mrs. Duncan sat down on the rock. The warmthof his own mother sitting on him woke Sylvester up from his deepwinter sleep. How he wanted to shout, “Mother! Father! It’s me,Sylvester, I’m right here!” but he couldn’t talk. He had no voice.He was stone-dumb.
Mr. Duncan walked aimlessly about while Mrs.Duncan set out the picnic food on the rock—alfalfa sandwiches,pickled oats, sassafras salad, timothy compote. Suddenly Mr. Duncansaw the red pebble. “what a fantastic pebble!” he exclaimed.“Sylvester would haveloved it for hiscollection.” He put the pebble on the rock.
They sat down to eat. Sylvester was now aswide awake as a donkey that was a rock could possibly be. Mrs.Duncan felt some mysterious excitement.” You know, Father,” shesaid suddenly, “I have the strangest feeling that our dearSylvester is still alive and not far away.”
“I am, I am!” Sylvester wanted to shout, buthe couldn’t. if only he had realized that the pebble resting on hisback was the magic pebble!
“Oh, how I wish he were here with us on thislovely May day,” said Mrs. Duncan. Mr. Duncan looked sadly at theground. “Don’t you wish it too, Father?” she said. He looked at heras if to say,” How can you ask such a question?”
Mr. and Mrs. Duncan looked at each other withgreat sorrow.
“Iwish I were myself again,I wish I were my real self again!” thought Sylvester.
And in less than an instant, he was!
You can imagine the scene that followed—theembraces, the kisses, the questions, the answers, the loving looks,and the fond exclamations!
When they had eventually calmed down a bit,and had gotten home, Mr. Duncan put the magic pebble in an ironsafe. Some day they might want to use it, but really, for now, whatmore could they wish for? They all had all that theywanted.
二十六、From Head toToe
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I am a penguin and I turn my head.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a giraffe and I bend my neck.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a buffalo and I raise my shoulders.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a monkey and I wave my arms.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a seal and I clap my hands.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a gorilla and I thump my chest.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a cat and I arch my back
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a crocodile and I wriggle my hips.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a camel and I bend my knees.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am a donkey and I kick my legs.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am an elephant and I stomp my foot.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
I am I and I wiggle my toe.
Can you do it?
I can do it! I can do it!
二十七、Goodnight Moon
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In the great green room
There was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of ---
The cow jumping over the moon
And there were three little bears sitting onchairs
And two little kittens
And a pair of mittens
And a little toyhouse
And a young mouse
And a comb and a brush and a bowl full ofmush
And a quiet old lady who was whispering“hush”
Goodnight room
Goodnight moon
Goodnight cow jumping over the moon
Goodnight light
And the red balloon
Goodnight bears
Goodnight chairs
Goodnight kittens
And goodnight mittens
Goodnight clocks
And goodnight socks
Goodnight little house
And goodnight mouse
Goodnight comb
And goodnight brush
Goodnight nobody
Goodnight mush
And goodnight to the old lady whispering“hush”
Goodnight stars
Goodnight air
Goodnight noises everywhere
二十八、A Picture for Harold’sroom引进版 阿罗房间要挂画
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“I want a picture to put on my wall,” said Harold.
He drew a house with his purple crayon.
More houses made a little town.
It was far away.
The town had woods and hills around it.
And it was at the end of a long road.
“It will look pretty in the moonlight,” saidHarold.
And he stepped up into the picture to draw themoon.
He looked down at the houses.
“I am a GIANT!” he said.
But a giant would scare all the people intown.
“It is good no one woke up and saw me,” saidHarold.
He walked over the hills.
“How big I am!” he said.
Harold’s head was above the clouds.
With a few steps he came to the end of theland.
And at the end of any land there is water.
“It is the sea,” said Harold.
“There are sea gulls.”
Harold was big enough to walk through thesea.
A great big ship went by.
It was an ocean liner.
A big whale came up in the waves, spoutingwater.
And just ahead of Harold was an old sailingship.
He easily caught up with it and passed it.
The sea ended against a steep hill.
Harold needed some rocks to step on.
He climbed out of the sea and onto thehill.
Then he saw that the ship was too near therocks.
He put up a lighthouse to show thesailors.
And he went on his way over highmountains.
Harold was taller than the highestmountain.
“I am higher than anything!” he said.
Then, suddenly, he thought of airplanes.
Harold ducked his head just in time.
It was a big jet plane, flying very fast.
There might have been a bad accident.
Harold found a low place in the mountains.
It was a good place for a railroad to gothrough.
It came out onto a long flat field.
Harold put some birds and flowers near thetracks.
“People like to see things from trains,” hesaid.
He went on, drawing tracks and birds andflowers.
And he had to keep looking out for trains.
It was a big job for a small boy.
And all of a sudden he saw how small he hadbecome.
He was half the size of a daisy!
He was smaller than a bird!
How would he get home?
He could not wade home through the ocean.
He could not climb those high mountains.
And, just then, he fell into a mouse hole.
“Excuse me,” he said to the mouse.
Then Harold sat down on a pebble to think.
After a minute or two he stood up again.
“This is only a picture!”
he said.
And he took his crayon
and he crossed it out.
“I am not big or little.
I am my usual size!”
But how could he be sure about that?
At home he was always his usual size.
So he drew the door of his room.
There was a long mirror on the back of thedoor.
“Yes,” said Harold.
“I am my usual size.”
He was glad to be back in his room. He wastired.
But he had no pictur to hang on his wall.
So, before he went to bed,
he drew another picture.
二十九、The Missing Piece Meets the BIGO 引进版 失落的一角
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The missing piece sat alone ...
waiting for someone to come along
and take it somewhere
Some fit...
but could not roll.
Others could roll but did not fit.
One didn\'t know a thing about fitting.
And another didn’t know a thing aboutanything.
One was too delicate.
POP!
One put it on a pedestal...
and left it there.
Some had too many pieces missing.
Some had too many pieces, period.
It learned to hide from the hungry ones.
More came.
Some looked too closely.
Others rolled right by without noticing.
Hi..?
It tried to make itself more attractive...
It didn\'t help.
It tried being flashy
but that just frightened away the shy ones.
At last one came along that fit just right.
But all of a sudden...
the missing piece began to grow!
And grow!
\" I didn\'t know you were going to grow.\"
\" I didn\'t know it either,\"
said the missing piece.
\" I\'m looking for \" my missing piece, one thewon\'t increase...\"
BYE...
SIGH...
And then one day,
one came along who looked different.
\" What do you want of me?\"
asked the missing piece.
\" Nothing.\"
\" What do you need from me?\"
\" Who are you?\" asked the missing piece.
\" I am the Big O,\"
said the Big O.
\" I think you are the one, I have been waitingfor,\"
said the missing piece.
\" May be I am your missing piece.\"
\" But I am not missing a piece,\"
said the Big O.
\" There is no place you would fit.\"
\" That is too bad,\" said the missing piece.
\" I was hoping that perhaps I could roll withyou...\"
\" You cannot roll with me,\"
said the Big O.
\" but perhaps you can roll by yourself.\"
\" By myself?
A missing piece cannot roll by itself.\"
\" Have you ever tried\"
asked the Big O.
\" But I have sharp corners,\"
said the missing piece.
\" I am not shaped for rolling.\"
\" Corners wear off,\"
said the Big O.
\" and shapes change. Anyhow, I must say good-bye.Perhaps we will meet again...\"
And away it rolled.
The missing piece was alone again.
For a long time it just sat there.
Then...
slowly...
it lifted itself up on one end...
...and flopped over.
PLOP!
Then lift...pull...flop...
it began to move forward...
And soon its edges began to wear off...
lift pull flop lift pull flop..
and its shape began to change...
and then it was bumping instead offlopping...
and then it was bouncing instead ofbumping...
and then it was rolling instead ofbouncing...
And it didn\'t know where and it didn\'tcare.
It was rolling!
三十、The CarrotSeed 引进版 《胡萝卜种子》
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The Carrot Seed
By Ruth Krauss, illustrations by CrockettJohnson
A little boy planted a carrot seed.
His mother said, “I’m afraid it won’t comeup.”
His father said, “I’m afraid it won’t comeup.”
And his big brother said, “It won’t comeup.”
Every day the little boy pulled up the weedsaround the seed and
sprinkled the ground with water. But nothing cameup. And
nothing came up.
Everyone kept saying it wouldn’t come up. But hestill pulled up
the weeds around it every day and sprinkled theground with
water.
And then, one day, a carrot came up just as thelittle boy had
known it would.
三十一、OWEN 引进版阿文的小毯子
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Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.
Fuzzy goes where I go,”said Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.
“Fuzzy likes what I like,”said Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, grape juice, chocolate milk.
Ice cream, peanut butter, applesauce cake.
Isn’t he getting a little old to be carryingthat thing around?”asked Mrs Tweezers. “Haven’t you heard of theBlanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.
That night Owen’s parents told Owen to putFuzzy under his pillow.
In the morning Fuzzy would be gone, bu theBlanket Fairy would leave an absolutely wonderful, positivelyperfect, especially terrific big-boy gift in its place.
Owen stuffed Fuzzy inside his pajama pants andwent to sleep.
“No Blanket Fairy,”said Owen in themorning.
“No Kidding,”said Owen’s mother.
“No wonder,”said Owen’s father.
“Fuzzy’s dirty,”said Owen’s mother.
“Fuzzy’s torn and ratty,”said Owen’sfather.
“No,”said Owen. “Fuzzy is perfect.”
And Fuzzy was.
Fuzzy played Captain Plunger with Owen.
Fuzzy helped Owen become invisible.
And Fuzzy was essential when it came to nailclippings and haircuts and trips to the dentist.
“Can’t be a baby forever,”said Mrs.Tweezers.
“Haven’t you heard of the vinegar trick?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.
When Owen wasn’t looking, his father dippedOwen’s favourite corner of Fuzzy into a jar of vinegar.
Owen sniffed it and smelled I and sniffedit.
He picked a new favourite corner.
Then he rubbed the smelly corner all arroundhis sandbox, buried it in the garden, and dug it up again.
“Good as new,”said Owen.
Fuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy anymore.
But Owen didn’t mind.
He carried it.
And Wore it.
And dragged it.
He sucked it.
And Hugged it.
And twisted it.
“What are we going to do?”asked Owen’smother.
“School is starting soon,”said Owen’sfather.
“Can’t bring a blanket to school,”said MrsTweezers.
“Haven’t you heard of saying no?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.
“I have to bring Fuzzy to school,”saidOwen.
“No.”said Owen’s mother.
“No.”said Owen’s father.
Owen buried his face in Fuzzy.
He started to cry and would not stop.
“Don’t worry,”said Owen’s mother.
“It’ll be all right”said Owen’s father.
And then suddenly Owen’s mother said, “I have anidea!”
It was an absolutely wonderful, positivelyperfect, especially terrific idea.
First she snipped.
And then she sewed.
Then she snipped again and sewed some more.
Snip, snip, snip.
Sew, sew, sew.
“Dry your eyes.”
“Wipe your nose.”
Horray, hooray, hooray!
Now Owen carries one of his not/so/fuzzyhandkerchiefs with him where he goes.
And Mrs. Tweezers doesn’t say a thing.
三十二、owlmoon 引进版月下看猫头鹰
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Itwas lateone winternight,
longpast mybedtime,
whenPa and I wentowling.
Therewas nowind.
Thetrees stoodstill
asgiant statues.
Andthe moonwasso bright
thesky seemedtoshine.
Somewhere behindus
atrainwhistleblew,
longand low,
likea sad,sadsong.
Icoule hearit
throughthe woolencap
Pahad pulleddown
overmy ears.
Afarm doganswered thetrain,
andthen aseconddog
joinedin.
Theysang out,
trainsand dogs,
fora reallongtime.
Andwhen theirvoices
fadedaway
itwas asquietas dream.
Wewalked ontowardthe woods,
PaandI.
Ourfeet crunched
overthe crispsnow
andlittle grayfootprints
followedus.
Pamade alongshadow,
butmine wasshortand round.
Ihad torunafter him
everynow andthen
tokeep up,
andmy short,roundshadow
bumpedafter me.
ButI calledout.
Ifyou goowling
youhave tobequiet,
that\'swhat Paalwayssays.
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Ihad beenwaiting
togo owlingwithPa
fora long,longtime.
Wereacded theline
ofpine trees,
blackand pointy
againstthe sky,
andPa helduphis hand.
Istopped rightwhereI was
andwaited.
Helooked up,
asif searching thestars
asif readingamap upthere.
Themoon madehisface
intoa silvermask.
Thenhe called
\"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo,\"
thesound ofaGreat Horned Owl.
\"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo.\"
Againhe calledout.
Andthen again.
Aftereach call
hewas silent
andfor amomentwe bothlistened.
Butthere wasnoanswer.
Pashrugged
andI shrugged.
Iwas notdisppointed.
Mybrothers allsaid
sometimes there\'sanowl
andsometimes thereisn\'t.
Wewalked on.
Icould feelthecold,
asif someone\'sicyhand
waspalm-down onmyback.
Andmy nose
andthe topsofmy cheeks
feltcold andhot
atthe sametime.
ButI neversaida word.
If you go owling
youhave tobequiet
andmake yourownheat.
Wewent intothewoods.
Theshadows
werethe blackestthings
Ihad everseen.
Theystained thewhitesnow.
Mymouth feltfurry,
forthe scarfoverit
waswet andwarm.
Ididn\'t ask
whatkinds ofthings
hidebehind blacktrees
inthe middleofthe night.
Whenyou goowling
youhave tobebrave.
Thenwe cametoa clearing
inthe darkwoods.
Themoon washigh aboveus.
Itseemed tofit
exactly
overthe centerofthe chearing
andthe snowbelowit
waswhiter thanthemilk
ina cerealbowl
Isighed
andPa helduphis hand
atthe sound.
Iput mymittens
overthe scarf
overmy mouth
andlistened hard.
Andthen Pacalled:
\"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo.
Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo.\"
Ilistened
andlooked sohard
myears hurt
andmy eyesgotcloudy
withthe cold.
Paraised hisface
tocall outagain,
butbefore hecould
openhis mouth
anecho
came threadingitsway
throughthe trees.
\"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo.\"
Paalmost smiled.
Thenhe calledback:
\"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo,\"
justas ifhe
andthe owl
weretalking aboutsupper
orabout thewoods
orthe moon
orthe cold.
Itook mymitten
offthe scarf
offmy mouth,
andI almostsmiled,too.
Theowl\'s callcamecloser,
fromhigh upthetrees
onthe edgeofthe meadow.
Nothingin themeadowmoved.
Allof ashadow,
anowl shadow,
partof thebigtree shadow,
liftedoff
andflew rightoverus.
Wewatched silently
withheat inourmouths,
thehet ofallthose words
wehad notspoken.
Theshadow hootedagain.
Paturned on
hisbig flashlight
andcaught theowl
justas itwaslanding
ona branch.
Forone minute,
threeminutes,
maybeeven ahundredminutes,
westared atoneanother.
Thenthe owl
Pumpedits greatwings
andlifted offthebranch
likea shadow
withoutsound.
Itflew backintothe forest.
\"Timeto gohome,\"
Pasaid tome.
Iknew thenIcould talk,
Icould evenlaugh outloud.
ButI wasawhadow
aswe walkedhome.
Whenyou goowling
youdon\'t needwords
orwarm
oranything buthope.
That\'swhat Paways.
Thekind ofhope
thatflies
onsilent sings
undera shining
OwlMoon.
三十三、Rainbow Fish to theRescue!引进版 条纹鱼得救了
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A long way out in the deep blue sea there swam a school of fish.Not just ordinary fish—each one had a sparkling silver scale.
Ever since Rainbow Fish had shared his scales,these fish had done everything together. They swam together. Theyeven rested together, floating in the shadows of the reef.
“ Do you have to have a special scale?” thelittle striped fish asked.
“Of course you do!” said the fish with thejagged fins. “Come on, let’s play!” he called to the others. “Don’t worry about him.”
Then all the fish turned and went back totheir game.
Rainbow Fish hesitated. He was afraid oflosing his new friends, so he didn’t dare stand up to the fish withthe jagged fins. Feeling a little ashamed, Rainbow Fish reluctantlyswam off to join the others.
The little striped fish floated all alone atthe edge of the reef. He looked sad as he watched the game. Theother fish were having such fun—darting and diving in the deep bluesea, their shiny scales sparkling.
Rainbow Fish remembered what it felt like tohave no friends and how lonely he had been when all the fish hadignored him. He had been so proud of all his glittering scales thathe had refused to share them. No wonder nobody had wanted to playwith him.
But now his friends did want him to play, andRainbow Fish soon was caught up in the game.
No one was paying attention when dangerentered the reef….
Suddenly a shark shot like an arrow into themiddle of the school. The fish darted in every direction andmanaged to escape to their hiding place.
There, in a narrow crack in the reef, theshark could not reach them. They were safe.
But the little striped fish wasn’t. RainbowFish couldn’t keep still, he was so worried.
“What’s wrong?” asked the skinny fish.
“It’s the little striped fish,” said RainbowFish. “He’s all alone out there. We’ve got to help him!”
With that, Rainbow Fish left the safety of thehiding place. “Let’s go !” he called.
The other fish trembled with fear, but theyknew what they had to do. They sped out of the crack after RainbowFish.
They soon saw the shark. And there was thelittle striped fish, swimming and spinning away from his jaws.Rainbow Fish could see that the little fish’s strength was failingfast.
“Hurry!” shouted Rainbow Fish, and all thefish swarmed straight for the shark. This confused the shark,because usually fish swam away from him. He turned this way andthat, snapping right and left until he was dizzy. The shark almostgot the fish with the jagged fins, but he escaped with just a fewscratches.
Quietly, Rainbow Fish led the little stripedfish to safety.
“You were really brave,” said the littlestriped fish. “Thanks for saving my life.”
Together, they watched as the exhausted sharkgave up and swam away.
When all the fish returned safely to the reef,they welcomed the little striped fish.
“Why don’t you stay and play with us?” RainbowFish offered.
“How can I play flash-tag when I don’t have ashiny scale?” asked the little striped fish.
“We can play fin-tag instead!” said the fishwith the jagged fin. “Touch a fin and you’re it!”
All the fish cheered, and then they swam offto play together in the deep blue sea.
三十四、Something fromNothing引进版爷爷一定有办法
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When Joseph was a baby, his grandfather made hima wonderful blanket...
...to keep him warm and cozy and to chase away bad breams.
But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful blanketgrew older too.
One day his mother said to him, \"Joseph, look atyour blanket. It\'s frazzled, it\'s worn, it\'s unsightly, it\'s torn.It is time to throw it out.\"
\"Grandpa can fix it,\" Joseph said.
Joseph\'s grandfather took the blanket and turnedit round and round.
\"Hmm,\" he said as his scissors went snip, snip,snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, \"There\'s justenough material here to make...\"
...a wonderful jacket. Joseph put on the wonderful jacket and wentoutside to play.
But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful jacketgrew older too.
One day his mother said to him, \"Joseph, look atyour jacket. It\'s shrunken and small, doesn\'t fit you at all. It istime to throw it out!\"
\"Grandpa can fix it,\" Joseph said.
Joseph\'s grandfather took the jacket and turnedit round and round.
\"Hmm,\" he said as his scissors went snip, snip,snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, \"There\'s justenough material here to make...\"
...a wonderful vest. Joseph wore the wonderful vest to school thevery next day.
But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful vest grewolder too.
One day his mother said to him, \"Joseph, look atyour vest! It\'s spotted with glue and there\'s paint on it too. Itis time to throw it out!\"
\"Grandpa can fix it,\" Joseph said.
Joseph\'s grandfather took the vest and turned itround and round.
\"Hmm,\" he said as his scissors went snip, snip,snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, \"There\'s justenough material here to make...\"
...a wonderful tie. Joseph wore the wonderful tieto his grandparents\' house every Friday.
But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful tie grewolder too.
One day his mother said to him, \"Joseph, look atyour tie! This bug stain of soup makes the end of it droop. It istime to throw it out!\"
\"Grandpa can fix it,\" Joseph said.
Joseph\'s grandfather took the tie and turned itround and round.
\"Hmm,\" he said as his scissors went snip, snip,snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, \"There\'s justenough material here to make...\"
...a wonderful handkerchief. Joseph used thewonderful handkerchief to keep his pebble collection safe.
But as Joseph grew older, the wonderfulhandkerchief grew older too.
One day his mother said to him, \"Joseph, look atyour handkerchief! It\'s been used till it\'s tattered, it\'ssplotched and it\'s splattered. It is time to THROW IT OUT!\"
\"Grandpa can fix it,\" Joseph said.
Joseph\'s grandfather took the handkerchief andturned it round and round.
\"Hmm,\" he said as his scissors went snip, snip,snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, \"There\'s justenough material here to make...\"
...a wonderful button. Joseph wore the wonderful button on hissuspenders to hold his pants up.
One day his mother said to him, \"Joseph, whereis your button?\"
Joseph looked. It was gone!
He searched everywhere but he could not find it.Joseph ran down to his grandfather\'s house.
\"My button! My wonderful button is lost!\" Hismother ran after him. \"Joseph! Listen to me.\"
\"The button is gone, finished, kaput. Even yourgrandfather can\'t make something from nothing.\"
Joseph\'s grandfather shook his head sadly. \"I\'mafraid that your mother is right,\" he said.
The next day Joseph went to school. \"Hmm,\" hesaid, as his pen went scritch scratch, scritch scratch, over thepaper. \"There\'s just enough material here to make...\"
...a wonderful story.
三十五、The Gruffalo\'sChild引进版 聪明豆绘本系列：咕噜牛小妞妞
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The Gruffalo said that no grufflao should
Ever set Foot in the deep dark wood.
\"Why not? Why not?\" \"Because if you do
The Big Bad Mouse will be after you.
I met hime once, \" said the gruffalo,
\"I met him a long long time ago.\"
\" What does he look like? Tell us, Dad.
Is he terribly big and terribly bad?\"
\" I can\'t quite remember,\" the Gruffalosaid.
The he thought for a minute and scratched hishead.
\" The Big Bad Mouse is terribly strong
And his scaly tail is terribly long.
His eyes are like pools of terrible fire
And his terrible whiskers are tougher thanwire.\"
One snowy night when the Gruffalo snored
The Gruffalo\'s Child was feeling bored.
The Gruffalo\'s Child was feeling brave
So she tiptoed out of the gruffalo cave.
The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild.
Into the wood went the Gruffalo\'s Child.
Aha! Oho! Atrail in the snow!
Whose is this trail and where does it go?
A tail poked out of a logpile house.
Could this be the tail of the Big BadMouse?
Out slid the creature. His eyes were small
And he didn\'t have whiskers- no,none atall.
\"You\'re not the Mouse.\" \"Bit I,\" said thesnake.
\"He\'s down by the lake -eating gruffalocake.\"
The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild.
\"I\'m not scared,\" said the Gruffalo\'sChild.
Aha! Oho! Marks in the snow!
Whose are these claw marks? Where do theygo?
Two eyes gleamed out of a treetop house.
Could these be the eyes of the Big BadMouse?
Down flew the creature. his tail was short
And he didn\'t have whiskers of any sort.
\"You\'r not the Mouse.\" \"Toowhoo,not I,
But he\'s somewhere nearby, eating gruffalopie.\"
The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild.
\"I\'m not scared,\" said the Gruffalo\'sChild.
Aha! Oho! A track in the snow!
Whose is this track and where does it go?
Whiskers at last! And an underground house!
Could this be the home of the Big BadMouse?
Out slunk the creature. His eyes weren\'tfiery.
His tail wasn\'t scaly. His whiskers weren\'twiry.
\"You\'re not the Mouse.\" \" Oh no, not me.
He\'s under a tree- drinking grufflao tea.\"
\"It\'s all a trick!\" said the Gruffalo\'sChild
As she sat on a stump where the snow lypiled.
\"I don\'t believe in the Big Bad Mouse...
\"But here comes a little on, out of hishouse!
Not big, Not bad, but a mouse at least-
You\'ll taste good as a midnight feast.\"
\"Wait!\" said the mouse. \"Before you eat,
There\'s a friend of mine that you ought tomeet.
If you\'ll let me hop ono a hazel twig
I\'ll beckon my friend so bad and big.\"
The Gruffalo\'s Child unclenched her fist.
\"The Big Bad Mouse- so he does exist!\"
The mouse hopped into the hazel tree.
He beckoned, then said,\"Just wait and see.\"
Out came the moon. It was bright and round.
A terrible shadow fell onto the ground.
Who is this creature so big, bad andstrong?
His tail and his whiskers are terriblylong.
His ears are enormous, and over hisshoulder
He carries a nut as big as a boulder!
\"The Big Bad Mouse!\"yelled the Gruffalo\'sChild.
The mouse jumped down from the twig andsmiled.
Aha! Oho! prints in the snow.
Whose are these footprints? where do theygo?
The footprints led to the gruffalo cave
Where the Gruffalo\'s Child was a bit lessbrave.
The Gruffalo\'s CHild was a bit lessbored...
And the gruffalo snored
and snored and snored.
三十六、The true story of the 3 littlepigs 引进版三只小猪的真实故事--启发系列绘本
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Everybody knows the story of the three little pigs. Or at leastthey think they do. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. Nobodyknows the real story, because nobody hs ever heard my side of thestory.
I’m the wolf. Alexander T. Wolf.
You can call me Al.
I don’t know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thinggot started, but it’s all wrong.
Maybe it’s because of our diet.
Hey, it’s not my fault whoves eat cute littleanimals like bunnies and sheep and pigs. That’s just the way weare. If cheeseburgers were cute, folks would probably think youwere Big and Bad, too.
But like I was saying,
The whole Big Bad Wolf thing is all wrong. Thereal story is about a sneeze and a cup of sugar.
This is the real story.
Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I wasmaking a birthday cake for my dar old granny. I had a terriblesneezing cold. I ran out of sugar.
So I walked down the street to ask my neighborfor a cup of sugar. Now this neighbor was a pig.
And he wasn’t too bright, eight.
He had built his whole house out of straw.
Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mindwould build a house of straw?
So of course the minute I knocked on the door,it fell right in. I didn’t want to just walk into someone else’shouse. So I called,”Little Pig, Little Pig, are you in?”Noanswer.
I was just about to go home without the cup ofsugar for my dear old granndy’s birthday cake.
That’s when my nose started to itch.
I felt a sneeze coming on.
Well I huffed.
And I snuffed.
And I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you know what? That whole darn straw housefell down. And right in the middle of the pile of straw was theFirst Little Pig-dead as a doornail.
He had been home the whole time.
It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectlygood ham dinner lying there in the straw. So I ate it up.
Think of it as a big cheeseburger just lyingthere.
I was feeling alittlebetter. But I still didn’t have my cup of sugar. So I went to thenext neighbor’s house.
This neighbor was the First Little Pig’sbrother.
He was a little smarter, but no much.
He had built his house of sticks.
I rang the bell on the stick house.
Nobody answered.
I called,”Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?”
He yelled back, “Go away wolf. You can’t come in.I’m shaving the hairs on my chinny chin chin.”
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I feltanother sneeze coming on.
I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover mymouth,but I sneezed a great sneeze.
And you’re not going to believe it, but hisguy’s houe fell down just like his brother’s.
When the dust cleared, there was the SecondLittle Pig-dead as a doornail. Wolf’s honor.
Now you know food will spoil if you just leaveit out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do.
I had dinner again.
Think of it as a second helping.
I was getting awfully full.
But my cold was feeling a little better.
And I still didn’t have that cup of sugar for mydear old granny’s birthday cake.
So I went to the next house. This guy was theFirst and Second Little Pig’s brother. He must have been the brainsof the family.
He had built his house of bricks.
I knocked on the brick house. No answer.
I called, “Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, are you in?”
And do you know what that rude little porkeranswered?
“Get out of here, Wolf. Don’t bother meagain.”
Talk about impolite!
He probably had a whole sackful of sugar.
And he wouldn’t give me even one little cup formy dear sweet old granny’s birthday cake.
What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nicebirthday card instead of a cake, when I felt my cold comingon.
I huffed.
And I snuffed.
And I sneezed once again.
Then the Third little pig yelled, “And your oldgranny can sit on a pin!”
Now I’m usually a pretty calm fellow. But whensomebody talks about my granny like that, I go a littlecrazy.
When the cops drove up, of course I was trying tobreak down this Pig’s door. And the whole time I was huffing andpuffing and sneezing and making a real scene.
The rest, as they say, is history.
The news reporters found out about the twopigs I had for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow acup of sugar didn’t sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the story with all of that“Huff and puff and blow your house down.”
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf.
That’s it.
The real story. I was framed.
But maybe you could loan me a cup ofsugar.
三十七、The Wolf\'s ChickenStew 引进版 狼大叔的红焖鸡
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There once lived a wolf who loved to eat more than anything elsein the world. As soon as he finished one meal, he began to think ofthe next.
One day the wolf got a terrible craving forchicken stew.
All day long he walked across the forest insearch of a delicious chicken. Finally he spotted one.
\"Ah, she is just perfect for my stew,\" hethought.
The wolf crept closer. But just as he wasabout to grab his prey...
he had another idea.
\"If there were just some way to fatten thisbird a little more,\" he thought, \"there would be all the more stewfor me.\" So...
the wolf ran home to his kitchen, and he beganto cook.
First he made a hundred scrumptious pancakes.Then, late at night, he left them on the chicken\'s porch.
\"Eat well, my pretty chicken,\" he cried. \"Getnice and fat for my stew!\"
The next night he broughtahundred scrumptious doughnuts.
\"Eat well, my pretty chicken,\" he cried. \"Getnice and fat for my stew!\"
And on the next night hebroughta scrumptious cake weighing a hundredpounds.
\"Eat well, my pretty chicken,\" he cried. \"Getnice and fat for my stew!\"
At last, all was ready. This was the night hehad been waiting for. He put a large stwe pot on the fire and setout joyfully to find his dinner.
\"That chicken must be as fat as a balloon bynow,\" he thought. \"Let\'s see.\"
But as he peeked into the chicken\'shouse...
the door opened suddenly and the chickenscreeched, \"Oh, so it was you, Mr. Wolf!\"
\"Children, children! Look, the pancakes andthe doughnuts and that scrumptious cake ---- they weren\'t fromSanta Claus! All those presents were from Uncle Wolf!\"
The baby chicks jumped all over the wolf andgave him a hundred kisses.
\"Oh, thank you, Uncle Wolf! You\'re the bestcook in the world!\"
Uncle Wolf didn\'t have chicken stew that nightbut Mrs. Chicken fixed him a nice dinner anyway.
\"Aw, shucks,\" he thought, as he walked home,\"maybe tomorrow I\'ll bake the little critters a hundred scrumptiouscookies!\"
好东西，但感觉怎么这么乱呀，是点每个题目就会显示原文吗 谢谢，幸亏在这看到了母鸡散步的全文，敢情这书就是一连串动词，要是买翻译版就完全没意义了。 {:soso_e179:} 前几天心情不好，一下子买了100多本中文绘本，化情绪为动力，正在进行英文化的改造 好帖子，顶一下，有几本我家小妞有中文的，把英文记下来。 好推荐，慢慢收 {:soso_e179:} 好东西，谢谢楼主整理！ 好啊，谢谢分享。 这个真是太好了呀 哇，真的太棒了，感谢楼主~~~顶你哦~~~ 很用心的整理，谢谢分享 具体怎么改造啊？涂掉然后贴上英文原文吗？
谢谢楼主用心整理啦。 在哪点收藏帖子？ 不知道为什么链接地址都变成了京东，大家在亚马逊搜索英文名字吧，基本都有在线阅读 blueschnell 发表于 2013-9-12 12:52 static/image/common/back.gif
前几天心情不好，一下子买了100多本中文绘本，化情绪为动力，正在进行英文化的改造
好有动力，100本啊
大部分都收了。 真是好主意，改造绘本，贴上英文就成为双语绘本了{:soso_e182:} 好东西，收了
好东西，谢谢分享 感谢分享，好想送贝哦 多谢楼主分享 多谢楼主分享，收藏 谢谢你的分享
强大的整理，赞 求一本书的英文文本little rabbit lost 我有一本但不是英文的，可以提供可打印图片
好东西，留爪
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