The Gardener 小恩的秘密花园
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August 27, 1935
Dear Uncle Jim,
Grandma told us after supper that you want me to come to the city and live with you until things get better. Did she tell you that Papa has been out of work for a long time, and no one asks Mama to make dresses anymore? We all cried, even Papa. But then Mama made us laugh with her stories about your chasing her up trees when you were both little. Did you really do that? I’m small, but strong, and I’ll help you all I can. However, grandma said to finish my schoolwork before doing anything else.
Your niece, Lydia Grace Finch
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September 3, 1935
Dear Uncle Jim,
I’m mailing this from the train station. I forgot to tell you in the last letter three important things that I’m too shy to say to your face :
1. I know a lot about gardening, but nothing about baking.
2. I’m anxious to learn to bake, but is there any place to plant seeds?
3. I like to be called ”Lydia Grace”—just like Grandma.
Your niece, Lydia Grace Finch
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On the train
September 4, 1935
Dear Mama, I feel so pretty in your dress that you made over for me. I hope you don’t miss it too much.
Dear Papa, I haven’t forgotten what you said about recognizing Uncle Jim ”Just look for Mama’s face with a big nose and a mustache!” I promise not to tell him.( Does he have a sense of humor?)
And, dearest Grandma, Thank you for the seeds. That train is rocking me to sleep, and every time I doze off, I dream of gardens.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
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September 5, 1935
Dear Mama, Papa, and Grandma,
I’m so excited!!!
There are window boxes here! They look as if they’ve been waiting for me, so now we’ll both wait for spring.
And, Grandma, the sun shines down on the corner where I’ll live and work.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. Uncle Jim doesn’t smile.
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December 25, 1935
Dear Mama, Papa, and Grandma,
I adore the seed catalogues you sent for Christmas. And, grandma, thank you for all the bulbs. I hope you received my drawings.
I wrote a long poem for Uncle Jim. He didn’t smile, but I think he liked it. He read it aloud, then put it in his shirt pocket and patted it.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
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February 12, 1936
Dearest Grandma,
Thank you again for those bulbs you sent at Christmas. You should see them now!
I really like Ed and Emma Beech, Uncle Jim’s friends who work here. When I first arrived, Emma told me she’s show me how to knead bread if I would teach her the Latin names of all the flowers I know. Now, just half a year later, I’m kneading bread and she’s speaking Latin!
More good news: we have a store cat named Otis who at this very moment is sleeping at the foot of my bed.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. Uncle Jim isn’t smiling yet, but I’m hoping for a smile soon.
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March 5, 1936
Dear mama, Papa, and grandma,
I’ve discovered a secret place. You can’t imagine how wonderful it is. No one else knows about it but Otis.
I have great plants
Thank you for all the letters. I’ll try to write more, but I’m really busy planting all your seeds in cracked teacups and bent cake pans! And, Grandma, you should smell the good dirt I’m bringing home from the vacant lot down the street.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
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April 27, 1936
Dearest Grandma,
All the seeds and roots are sprouting. I can hear you saying “April showers bring May flowers.”
Emma and I are sprucing up the bakery and I’m playing a great trick on Uncle Jim. He sees me reading my mail, planting seeds in the window boxes, going to school, doing my homework, sweeping the floor. But he never sees me working in my secret place.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. I’m planning on a big smile from Uncle Jim in the near future.
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May 27, 1936
Dear Mama, Papa, and Grandma,
You should have heard Emma laugh today when I opened your letter and dirt fell out onto the sidewalk! Thank you for all the baby plants. They survived the trip in the big envelope.
More about Emma: She’s helping me with the secret place. Hurrah!
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. I saw Uncle Jim almost smile today. The store was full(well, almost full) of customers.
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June 27,1936
Dear Grandma,
Flowers are blooming all over the place. I’m also growing radishes, onions, and three kinds of lettuce in the window boxes.
Some neighbors have brought containers for me to fill with flowers, and a few customers even gave me plants from their gardens this spring! They don’t call me “Lydia Grace” anymore. They call me “ the gardener.”
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. I’m sure Uncle Jim will smile soon. I’m almost ready to show him the secret place.
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July 4, 1936
Dearest Mama, Papa, and Grandma,
I am bursting with happiness! Grandma, entire city seems so beautiful, especially this morning.
The secret place is ready for Uncle Jim. At noon, the store will close for the holiday, and then we’ll bring him up to the roof.
I’ve tried to remember everything you ever taught me about beauty.
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. I can already imagine Uncle Jim’s smile.
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July 11, 1936
Dear Mama, Papa, and Grandma,
My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure the customers can hear it downstairs!
At lunch today, Uncle Jim put the “Closed” sign on the door and told Ed and Emma and me to go upstairs and wait. He appeared with the most amazing cake I’ve ever seen—covered in flowers!
I truly believe that cake equals one thousand smiles.
And then he took your letter out of his pocket with the news of Papa’s job!
I’MCOMING HOME!
Love to all, Lydia Grace
P.S. Grandma, I’ve given all of my plants to Emma. I can’t wait to help you in your garden again. We gardeners never retire.
Grandfather’s Journey
Grandfather’s Journey
Author / Illustrator Allen Say
1993 Houghton Mifflin Company
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My grandfather was a young man when he left his home in Japan and went to see the world.
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He wore European clothes for the first time and began his journey on a steamship. The pacific Ocean astonished him.
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For three weeks he did not see land. When land finally appeared it was the New World.
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He explored North America by train and riverboat, and often walked for days on end.
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Deserts with rocks like enormous sculptures amazed him.
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The endless farm fields reminded him of the ocean he had crossed.
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Huge cities of factories and tall buildings bewildered and yet excited him.
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He marveled at the towering mountains and rivers as clear as the sky.
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He met many people along the way. He shook hands with black men and white men, with yellow men and red men.
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The more he traveled, the more he longed to see new places, and never thought of returning home.
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Of all the places he visited, he liked California best. He loved the strong sunlight there, the Sierra Mountains, the lonely seacoast.
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After a time, he returned to his village in Japan to marry his childhood sweetheart. Then he brought his bride to the new country.
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They made their home by the San Francisco Bay and had a baby girl.
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As his daughter grew, my grandfather began to think about his own childhood. He thought about his old friends.
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He remembered the mountains and rivers of his home. He surrounded himself with songbirds, but he could not forget.
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Finally, when his daughter was nearly grown, he could wit no more. He took his family and returned to his homeland.
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Once again he saw the mountains and rivers of his childhood. They were just as he had remembered them.
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Once again he exchanged stories and laughed with his old friends.
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But the village was not a place for a daughter from San Francisco. So my grandfather bought a house in a large city nearby.
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There, the young woman fell in love, married, and sometime later I was born.
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When I was a small boy, my favorite weekend was a visit to my grandfather’s house. He told me many stories about California.
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He raised warblers and silvereyes, but he could not forget the mountains and rivers of California. So he planned a trip.
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But a war began. Bombs fell from the sky and scattered out lives like leaves in a storm.
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When the war ended, there was nothing left of the city and of the house where my grandparents had lived.
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So they returned to the village where they had been children. But my grandfather never kept another songbird.
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The last I saw him, my grandfather said that he longed to see California one more time. He never did.
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And when I was nearly grown, I left home and went to see California for myself.
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After a time, I came to love the land my grandfather had loved, and I stayed on and on until I had a daughter of my own.
But I also missed the mountains and rivers of my childhood. I miss my old friends. So I return now and then, when I can not still the longing in my heart.
The funny thing is, the moment I am in one country, I am homesick for the other.
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I think I know my grandfather now. I miss him very much.
Lon Po Po 狼婆婆
Once, long ago, there was a woman who lived alone in the country with her three children, Shang, Tao, and Paotze.
On the day of their grandmother’s birthday, the good mother set off to see her, leaving the three children home alone.
Be good while I’m away my heart-loving children; I will not return tonight.Remember to close the door tight at sunset and latch it well.
But an old wolf lived nearby and saw the good mother leave.
At dusk, disguised as an old woman, he came up to the house of the children and knocked on the door twice.
Knock! Knock!
Who is it?
My little jewels, this is your grandmother, your Po Po.
Po Po! Our mother has gone to visit you!
To visit me? I have not met her along the way.She must have taken a different route.
Po Po! How is it that you come so late?
The journey is long, my children, and the day is short.
Po Po, why is your voice so low?
Your grandmother has caught a cold, good children, it is dark and windy out here.Quickly open up, and let your Po Po come in.
Tao and Paotze could not wait.
One unlatched the door and the other opened it.
Po Po, Po Po, come in!
The moment the wolf entered, he blew out the candle.
Po Po, why did you blow out the candle?The room is now dark.
The wolf didn’t answer.
Tao and Paotze rushed to their Po Po and wished to be hugged.
Old wolf held Tao.
Good child you are so plump. You’ve grown to be so sweet.
Soon the old wolf pretended to be sleepy.
All the chicks are in the coop.
He climbed into the bed, Paotze climbed in at one end with the wolf, and Shang and Tao climbed in at the other.
Po Po, Po Po, your foot has a bush on it.
Po Po has bought hemp strings to weave you a basket.
Shang touched grandmother’s sharp claws.
Po Po, Po Po your hand has thorns on it.
Po Po has brought an awl to make shoes for you.
Shang lit the light and the wolf blew it out again, Shang saw the wolf’s hairy face.
Po Po, Po Po you must be hungry. Have you eaten gingko nuts?
What is gingko?
Gingko is soft and tender like the skin of a baby. One taste and you will live forever.The nuts grow on the tree just outside the door.
Oh, dear. Po Po is old, her bones have become brittle.No longer can she climb trees.
Good Po Po, we can pick some for you.
The wolf was delighted.
Shang jumped out of the bed and Tao and Paotze went with her to the gingko tree.
There, Shang told her sisters about the wolf and all three climbed the tree.
The wolf waited.
And waited.
Plump Tao, sweet Paotze, and Shang did not come back, and no one brought back any nuts.
Where are you, children?
Po Po, we are on the top of the tree eating gingko nuts.
Good children, pluck some for me.
But Po Po, gingko is magic only when it is plucked directly from the tree. You must come and pluck it from the tree yourself.
The wolf came outside and paced back and forth under the tree where he heard the three children eating gingko nuts at the top.
Oh these are so tasty! The skin so tender.
The wolf’s mouth began to water for a taste.
Po Po, Po Po, I have a plan.At the door there is a big basket. Behind it is a rope.Tie the rope to the basket, sit in the basket and throw the other end to me.I can pull you up.
The wolf was overjoyed and fetched the basket and the rope, then threw one end of the rope to the top of the tree.
Shang caught the rope and began to pull the basket up and up.
Halfway she let go of the rope, and the basket and the wolf feel to the ground.
I am so small and weak, Po Po.I could not hold the rope alone.
This time I will help. Let us do it again.
The wolf had only one thought in his mind: to taste a gingko nut.
He climbed into the basket again. Shang and Tao pulled the rope together, higher and higher.
Again, they let go, and again the wolf tumbled down, down, and bumped his head.
The wolf was furious.He growled and cursed.
We could not hold the rope, Po Po, but only one gingko nut and you will be well again.
I shall give a hand to my sisters this time.This time we shall not fail.
Now the children pulled with all of their strength.
As they pulled they sang.
Hei yo, hei yo.
The basket rose straight up, higher than the first time, higher than the second time, higher and higher and higher until it nearly reached the top of the tree.
When the wolf reached out, he could almost touch the highest branch.
But at that moment, Shang coughed and they all let go of the rope, and the basket fell down and down and down.
Not only did the wolf bump his head, but he broke his heart to pieces.
Po Po!
No answer.
Po Po!
Still no answer.
Po Po!
Still no answer.
The children climbed to the branches just above the wolf and saw that he was truly dead.
Then they climbed down, went into the house, closed the door, locked the door with the latch and fell peacefully asleep.
On the next day, their mother returned with baskets of food from their real Po Po, and told her the story of the Po Po who had come.
typed by Melanie Zeng
A Mother for Choco 秋秋找妈妈
A Mother for Choco
Keiko Kasza
Choco was a little bird, who lived all alone. He wished he had a mother, but who could his mother be? One day he set off to find her.
First Choco met Mrs. Giraffe.
“Oh, Mrs. Giraffe!” he cried. “You are yellow just like me! Are you my mother?”
“I’m sorry,” sighed Mrs. Giraffe. “But I don’t have wings like you.”
Next Choco met Mrs. Penguin.
“Oh, Mrs. Penguin!” he cried. “You have wings just like me! Are you my mother?”
“I’m sorry,” sighed Mrs. Penguin. “But I don’t have big, round cheeks like you.”
Then Choco met Mrs. Walrus.
“Oh, Mrs. Walrus!” he cried. “You have big, round cheeks just like me. Are you my mother?”
“Now look,” grumped Mrs. Walrus. “I don’t have striped feet like you, so don’t bother me!”
No matter where Choco searched, he couldn’t find a mother who looked just like him.
When Choco saw Mrs. Bear picking apples, he knew she couldn’t be his mother. Mrs. Bear didn’t look like him at all.
Choco was so sad he started to cry. “Mommy, mommy! I need a mommy!”
Mrs. Bear came running to see what was the matter. As she listened to Choco’s story, she sighed. “Oh, dear. If you had a mommy, what would she do?”
“Oh, I’am sure she would hold me,” sobbed Choco.
“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And she held Choco very tight.
“Yes… and I’am sure she would kiss me, too!” said Choco.
“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And she lifted Choco and gave him a big kiss.
“Yes, and I’am sure she would sing and dance with me to cheer me up,” said Choco.
“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And they sang and danced together.
When they stopped to rest, Mrs. Bear turned to Choco and said, “Choco, maybe I could be your mother.”
“You?” Choco cried.
“But you aren't yellow. And you don’t have wings, or big, round cheeks, or striped feet like me!”
“My goodness!” said Mrs. Bear. “That would make me look very funny!” Choco thought it was very funny, too.
“Well,” said Mrs. Bear, “my other children are waiting for me at home. Why don’t you join us for apple pie, Choco?”
Apple pie sounded wonderful to Choco, so off they went.
When they arrived, Mrs. Bear’s other children rushed out to greet her.
“Choco,” said Mrs. Bear. “Meet Hippy, Ally, and Piggy. I am their mother, too!”
The sweet smell of apple pie and the sound of laughter soon filled Mrs. Bear’s home.
After their delicious treat, Mrs. Bear gave all her children a big, warm bear hug.
And Choco was very happy that his new mommy looked just the way she did.
My lucky day
One day, a hungry fox was preparing to hunt for his dinner. As he polished his claws, he was startled by a knock at the door.
"Hey, Rabbit!" someone yelled outside. "Are you home?"
Rabbit? thought the fox. If there were any rabbits in here, I'd have eaten them for breakfast.
When the fox opened the door, there stood a delicious-looking piglet.
"Oh, no!" screamed the piglet.
"Oh, yes!" cried the fox. "You've come to the right place."
He grabbed the piglet and hauled him inside.
"This must be my lucky day!" the fox shouted. "How often does dinner come knocking on the door?"
The piglet kicked and squealed, "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Sorry, pal," said the fox. "This isn't just any dinner. It's a pig roast. My favorite! Now get into this roasting pan."
It was useless to struggle. "All right," sighed the piglet. "I will. But there is just one thing."
"What?" growled the fox.
"Well, I am a pig, you know. I'm filthy. Shouldn't you wash me first? Just a thought, Mr. Fox."
"Hmmm..." the fox said to himself, "he is filthy."
So the fox got busy.
He collected twigs.
He made a fire.
He carried in the water.
And, finally, he gave the piglet a nice bath.
"You're a terrific scrubber," said the piglet.
"There," said the fox. "Now you're the cleanest piglet in the county. You stay still, now!"
"All right," sighed the piglet. "I will. But..."
"But what?" growled the fox.
"Well, I am a very small piglet, you know. Shouldn't you fatten me up to get more meat? Just a thought, Mr. Fox."
"Hmmm..." the fox said to himself, "he is on the small side."
So the fox got busy.
He picked tomatoes.
He made spaghetti.
He baked cookies.
And, finally, he gave the piglet a nice dinner.
"You're a terrific cook," said the piglet.
"There," said the fox. "Now you're the fattest piglet in the county. So get into the oven!"
"All right," sighed the piglet. "I will. But..."
"What? What? WHAT?" shouted the fox.
"Well, I am a hardworking pig, you know. My meat is awfully tough. Shouldn't you massage me first to make a more tender roast? Just a thought, Mr. Fox."
"Hmmm..." the fox said to himself, "I do prefer tender meat."
So the fox got busy.
He pushed...
and he pulled.
He squeezed and he pounded the piglet from head to toe.
"You give a terrific massage," said the piglet.
"But," the piglet continued, "I've been working really hard lately. My back is awfully stiff. Could you push a bit harder, Mr. Fox? A little to the right, please... yes, yes... now just a little to the left..."
"Mr. Fox, are you there?"
But Mr. Fox was no longer listening. He had passed out, exhausted. He couldn't lift a finger, let alone a roasting pan.
"Poor Mr. Fox," sighed the piglet. "He's had a busy day." Then the cleanest, fattest and softest piglet in the county picked up the rest of his cookies and headed for home.
"What a bath! What a dinner! What a massage!" cried the piglet. "This must be my lucky day!"
When he got home, the piglet relaxed before a warm fire. "Let's see," he wondered, looking at his address book. "Who shall I visit next?"
Bedtime for frances 法兰西要睡觉
Bedtime for Frances by Russell Hoban(法兰西要睡觉)
The big hand of the clock is at 12. 时钟的长针指向了12
The little hand is at 7. 时钟的短针指向了7
It is seven o’clock. 是7点钟了
It is bedtime for Frances. 是法兰西要睡觉的时间了
Mother said, “It is time for bed.”妈妈说：“睡觉时间到。”
Father said, ”It is time for bed.” 爸爸说：“睡觉时间到。”
Frances said, “I want a glass of milk.” 法兰西说:“我想喝一杯奶。”
“All right,” said Father. “好的，”爸爸说。
“All right,” said Mother. “好的，”妈妈说
“You may have a glass of milk.” “你可以喝一杯奶。”
Frances drank the milk. 法兰西喝了奶。
“Carry me to my room, Father,” said Frances. “带我回房间，爸爸。”法兰西说
“All right,” said Father. “好的”爸爸说。
“Piggyback,” said Frances. “小猪背背背”法兰西说。
So Father carried her piggyback to her room. 于是，爸爸把她背回房间
Father kissed Frances good night. 爸爸吻了法兰西以道晚安
Mother kissed Frances good night. 妈妈吻了法兰西以道晚安
Frances said, “May I sleep with my teddy bear?” 法兰西说：“我可以和泰迪熊一起睡吗？”
Father gave her the teddy bear. 爸爸把泰迪熊给了她
Frances said, “May I sleep with my doll, too?” 法兰西说：“我也可以和布娃娃一起睡吗？”
Mother gave her the doll. 妈妈把布娃娃给了她
“Good night,” said Father. “晚安”爸爸说。
“Good night,” said Mother. “晚安”妈妈说。
“Did you kiss me?” said Frances. “你们亲我了吗？“法兰西问
“Yes,” said Mother. “是的，亲了。”妈妈说。
“Yes,” said Father. “是的，亲了。”爸爸说。
“Kiss me again,” said Frances. “再亲亲我吧。”法兰西说
Father kissed her again. 爸爸又亲了她。
Mother kissed her again. 妈妈又亲了她。
They closed the door. 他们关上房门。
“May I have my door open?” said France. “可以让房门开着吗？”法兰西说
Father opened the door. 爸爸打开门
“Good night,” said Mother. “晚安。”妈妈说
“Good night,” said Father. “晚安。”爸爸说。
“Good night,” said Frances. “晚安。”法兰西说。
Frances could not sleep. 法兰西睡不着
She closed her eyes, but she still could not sleep. 她尝试闭上眼睛，可还是睡不着。
So she began to sing a little song about the alphabet. 于是她开始唱一首字母歌
She made it up as she went along: 她边想边唱
“A is for apple pie, A 是一个苹果馅饼
B is for bear, B是一只熊
C is for crocodile, combing his hair. C是一只正在梳头的鳄鱼
D is for dumplings…” D是饺子
France kept singing through E, F, G, E，F，G，H，I，J，K，L，M，N，
H, I, J, K, L,M, N, O, P, Q, and R, O，P，Q，和 R，法兰西顺利的唱下去直
and she had no trouble until 到快到结尾的部分
she got near the end of the alphabet.
“S is for sailboat, S 是船
T is for tiger, T是老虎
U is for underwear, down in the drier…” U是放在干衣机里的小底衣
Frances stopped because “drier” did not 法兰西停在这儿了，因为老虎
sound like “tiger.” 和干衣机的发音有点不一样
She stated to think about tigers. 她开始想老虎
She thought about big tigers and little tigers, 她想到大老虎和小老虎
Baby tigers and mother and father tigers, 老虎宝宝、老虎妈妈和老虎爸爸
Sister tigers and brother tigers, 老虎姐妹和老虎兄弟
Aunt tigers and uncle tigers. 老虎阿姨和老虎叔叔
“I wonder if there are any tigers around here,” 不知道这儿附近有没有老虎呢？
she said.
Frances looked around her room. 法兰西环视她的睡房
She thought maybe she could see a tiger in the corner. 她想也许她能在墙角看到一只老虎
She was not afraid, but she wanted to be sure. 她并不害怕，可是她想得到确定的答案
So she looked again. 于是，她又检查了一遍
She was sure she could see a tiger.她很确定她看到了一只老虎
She went to tell Mother and Father. 她跑去告诉爸爸和妈妈
“There is a tiger in my room,” said Frances “我的房间里有只老虎”法兰西说
“Did he bite you?” said Father. “它咬你了吗？”爸爸问
“No,” said Frances.“没有”法兰西回答
“Did he scratch you?” said Mother. “它抓你了吗？”妈妈问
“No,” said Frances. “没有”法兰西说
“Then he is a friendly tiger,” said Father. “他是一只友善的老虎”爸爸说
“He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep.” “他不会伤害你。回去睡觉吧。”
“Do I have to?” said Frances. “我必须这样吗？”法兰西问到
“Yes,” said Father. “是的”爸爸说
“Yes,” said Mother. “是的”妈妈说
Father kissed her. 爸爸吻了她
Mother kissed her. 妈妈吻了她
Frances went back to bed, and finished 法兰西回到床上，并把字母歌唱完了
her song on the way.
She closed her eyes again. 她再一次闭上眼睛
She still could not sleep. 她仍然睡不着觉
Frances opened her eyes and looked around. 法兰西睁开眼睛，四下张望
She saw something big and dark. 她看到了一个又大又黑的东西
“Giants are big and dark,” she thought. “巨人是又大又黑的”她想
“Maybe that is a giant. “也许这是个巨人”
I think it is a giant. 我想这是个巨人
I think that giant wants to get me.” 我想这个巨人想抓我
She went into the living room. 她走到起居室
Mother and Father were watching television 爸爸妈妈正在边看电视
And having tea and cake. 边吃蛋糕喝茶
Frances said, “There is a giant in my room. 法兰西说：“我的房间里有个巨人”
May I watch television?” “我可以看电视吗？”
“No,” said Mother “不行”妈妈说
“No,” said Father“不行”爸爸说
Frances said, “The giant wants to get me. 法兰西说：“有个巨人想抓我。”
May I have some cake?” “我可以吃块蛋糕吗？”
Father gave Frances a piece of cake. 爸爸给法兰西一块蛋糕
Father said, “How do you know he wants to get you?” 爸爸问：“你怎么知道巨人想抓你的呢？
Frances said, “Isn’t that what giants do?” 法兰西说：“巨人不都是这样的吗？”
Father said, “Not always. Why don’t you ask him what he wants?” 爸爸说：“也不一定。你为什么不去问问他他想要什么呢？”
Frances went back to her room. 法兰西回到房间
She went right over to the giant. 她向巨人径直走去
She said, “What do you want, Giant?” 她说“你想要什么？巨人？”
She took a good look at him. 她仔细看了看
There was no giant. 没有什么巨人
It was just the chair and her bathrobe 只有椅子和浴袍.
So she went to bed again. 于是她又回到床上
Frances was not very tired and did not close her eyes. 法兰西不是很困，睁着眼睛望着天花板
She looked up at the ceiling.
There was a crack in the ceiling, and she thought about it. 天花板有条裂缝
“Maybe something will come out of that crack,” she thought. 也许什么东西会从裂缝的地方跑出来
“Maybe bugs or spiders. Maybe something with a lot of skinny legs in the dark.” 也许是臭虫或蜘蛛，也许是有许多细细的脚的东西。
She went to get Father. He was brushing his teeth. 她跑去找爸爸。爸爸正在刷牙
Frances said, “Something scary is going to come out of the crack in the ceiling. I forgot to brush my teeth.”法兰西说“一些吓人的东西正从屋顶的裂缝里往外爬。我也忘了刷牙了。”
Father said, “You brush your teeth, and I will have a look.” 爸爸说：“你刷牙吧，我去看看。”
Frances brushed her teeth. 法兰西在刷牙。爸爸回来说：
Father came back and said, “没有什么东西可以从这么小的裂缝里爬出来
” Nothing could come out of such a little crack
. But if you are worried about it, 但是如果你害怕的话
get somebody to help you watch. You can take turns.”就叫谁帮你守住它，你们可以轮流看着
France told her teddy bear to watch. 法兰西让泰迪熊看着
They took turns for a while. 过了一会，法兰西接班
Then Frances got tired of it and let Teddy do all the watching. 后来，法兰西累了，剩下的工作她全交给泰迪熊了
Frances got up and went to the bathroom. 法兰西下床来到浴室
When she come back she was not sleepy at all. 从浴室回来，她睡意全无。
The window was open and the wind was blowing the curtains.窗户开着，窗帘被风吹的上下起伏
“I do not like the way those curtains are moving ,” said Frances. “我不喜欢窗帘翻飞的样子”
“Maybe there is something waiting, very soft and quiet. 也许什么东西正在安静的，悄悄的等着
Maybe it moves the curtains just to see if I am watching.”也许它弄动窗帘就是想看看我是不是在盯着
She went into Mother and Father’s room to tell them法兰西跑到爸爸妈妈的房间告诉他们
They were asleep.他们已经睡着了
Frances stood by Father’s side of the bed very quietly,法兰西安静的走到爸爸身边
Right near his head. 就在他的头边
She was so quiet that she was the quietest thing in the room.她轻手轻脚没发出一点声音
She was so quiet that Father woke up all of a sudden, 爸爸突然醒来，瞪大眼睛
With his eyes wide open.
He side, “Umph!”“啊！”
Frances said, “There is something moving the curtains.法兰西说：“有些东西在动我的窗帘。”
May I sleep with you?”“我可以和你们一起睡吗？”
Father said, “Listen, Frances, do you want to know why the curtains are moving?”爸爸说：“听着，法兰西，你想知道为什么窗帘会动吗？”
“Why?” said Frances.“为什么”法兰西问到
“That is wind’s job,” said Father, “Every night the wind has to go around and blow all the curtains.”“这是风的工作。没天晚上，风都会吹动窗帘的。”
“How can the wind have a job?” said Frances.“风怎么会有工作呢？”
“Everybody has a job,” said Father.“每个人都有工作”爸爸说
“I have to go to my office every morning at nine o’clock. 每天早上我都要9点到办公室
That is my job. You have to go to sleep 这就是我的工作，你必须睡觉
So you can be wide awake for school tomorrow. 明天上学你才有足够的精神，这是你的工作
That is your job.”
Frances said, “I know, but…” 法兰西说：“我知道，不过```”
Father said, “I have not finished.爸爸说：“我还没说完呢。”
If the wind does not blow the curtains, he will be out of a job.如果风不吹动窗帘，他将失去工作。
If I do not go to the office, I will be out of a job.如果我不上班，我将失去工作
And if you do not go to sleep now, 如果你现在不睡觉，你知道将会怎样吗？
Do you know what will happen to you?”
“I will be out of a job?” said Frances. “我将失去工作？”法兰西问到
“No,” said Father. “不”爸爸说
“I will get a spanking?” said Frances. “我将挨打？”法兰西说
“Right!” said Father“是的”爸爸回答
“Good night!” said Frances, and she went back to her room.“晚安”法兰西回到自己的房间
Frances closed the window and got into bed.法兰西关上窗户，躺在床上
Suddenly there was a noise at the window.突然间，她听到窗户外发出吵闹的声音
She heard BUMP! And THUMP! “磅，扑通扑通”
“I know something will get me this time,” she thought.“我知道这次一定会有什么东西把我带走
She jumped out of bed and went to tell Mother and father .她跳下床去找爸爸妈妈
When she got to their door, she thought about it some more and decided not to tell them.当她来到他们的房门时，她仔细想了想，决定还是不告诉他们
She went back to her room. 她回到自己的房间
Frances heard the noise at the window again. 法兰西又听到刚才的声音了
She pulled the covers over her head. 她用被子蒙住头
“I wonder what it is,” she thought. “我想知道到底是什么”
“If it is something very bad, Father will have to come and chase it away.”如果是很坏的东西，爸爸一定会把它赶走的。
She pulled off the covers and stood on her bed她扯掉被子，站在床上
So she could look out the window.
She saw a moth bumping against the window. 她看到一只飞蛾撞击着窗户
Bump and thump. 砰，扑通扑通
His wings smacked the glass. 它的翅膀拍打着窗户
Whack and smack! 劈啪，劈啪
Whack and smack made Frances think of a spanking. 排击声和重击声使法兰西想到了挨打的场面
And all of a sudden she was tired. 突然间，她疲劳极了
She lay down and closed her eyes 她躺下，闭上眼睛
So she could think better. She thought, 她想她可以更好的想想发生的这些事
“There were so many giants and tigers 之前有许多巨人，老虎和其他
And scary and exciting things before, 吓人的，又另人兴奋的事情
That I an pretty tired now. 我现在真的很累了
That is just a moth , and he is only doing his job, 那支不过是只飞俄，他只是在工作
The same as the wind. 就象风一样
His job is bumping and thumping, 他的工作是撞来撞去
And my job is to sleep.” 而我的工作是睡觉
So she went to sleep 于是她睡着了
And did not get out of bed again没有再从床上起来
Until Mother called her for breakfast. 直到第二天妈妈叫她起来吃早饭
Smelly Bill Stinks Again. by Daniel PostgateBill loved to climb in rubbish bins and so he smelt of many things,
And I can tell you none of those was very pleasant on the nose.
Bill was clever, tricky, tough, and nobody was smart enough
To get that rascal in the tub and give his fur a soapy scrub.
Nobody, except for one........
There was only one who could, A legend in the neighbourhood.
Her name was Great Aunt Bleach, and she, was every stinkers enemy.
One day Bill's folks went on a trip and Bleach came round to doggie-sit,
Bill heard the rubber gloves go snap... its scrubber-dubber time dear chap.
Up the garden path Bill fled, and jumped up on the garden shed,
With bark and growl and howl and yelp he called around the town for help.
From far and wide, in leaps and bounds, there came Bill's band of loyal hounds.
A shocking bunch of filthy freaks who hadn't had a bath in weeks.
Stagnant Stan, who stank of cheese and was a happy home for fleas
Putrid Pete, a creature who just loved to roll in his own pooh.
Filthy Fred, his favourite dish? It was a bag of rotting fish.
and Rancid Ron, with pong so strong that they could smell him in Hong Kong.
In a whirl of fur and fleas, they dashed around Aunt Bleach snapping at her heels and knees, which made the old girl screech:"Please dont bite me, please dont eat me, go inside you'll see
My shopping bag's full to the brim with sausages and chicken wings and lots of other yummy things, Much tastier than me"
In they ran each greedy mutt, expecting something lovely but
instead they found four ladies who, with hair of purple, pink and blue,
were waiting for them with shampoo!
Bill's flea-bag bunch turned tail to make a desperate effort to escape.
But no! Bleach blocked their way completely. "Bathtime boys" she whispered sweetly.
Then dogs and Aunties went to war, fighting bravely tooth and claw...
Auntie Florence grappled Stan round and round the room they span.
Putrid Pete fought Aunt Jemima, watch out for the priceless china!
Rancid Ron and Auntie Glynn both determined they would win.
Filthy Fred on Auntie Dee... now that was quite a sight to see!
The dogs fought till they could no more, then fell exhausted on the floor.
The aunties all let out a roar and danced around victorious... triumphant, proud and glorious.
Then they took those filthy pets slowly up the creaking steps,
Up to where no dog would dare to dream of his worst nightmare.
When they came home Bill's family were really quite surprised to see
Not one clean dog.. but five no less! Shame the house was such a mess!
MADELINE's Christmas 玛德琳的圣诞节
She was not afraid of mice she loved winter, snow and ice and ice and to the tiger in the zoo Madeline just said Pooh, pooh!
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even the mouse.
For like everyone else in that house which was old the poor mouse was in bed with a miserable cold.
And only our brave little Madline.
Was up and about and feeling jut fine. Suddenly came a knock which made her pause-
Could it perhaps be Santa claus? But no…
A rug merchant was at the door. He had 12 rugs, he had no more.
Why these, said Madeline, would be so neat for our ice-cold in the morning feet.
It seems to me, said miss clavel, that you have chosen very well.
Without the rugs which he had sold the rug merchant got awfully cold.
To sell my rugs, he cried, was silly! Without them I am very chilly.
He wants to get them back- but will he ?
He made it- back to Madeline’s door- he couldn’t take one footstep more.
And little Madeline set about to find a way to thaw him out.
The merchant , who was tall and thin (and also a ma-gi-ci-an) Bravely took his medicine.
The magician, as he took his pill, said, ask me , Madeline, what you will.
Said she, I’ve cooked a dinner nutritious, will you please help me with these dishes?
If you’ll clear up I’ll go and see if I can find a Christmas tree.
His magic ring he gave a glance and went into a special trance- the dirty dishes washed themselves and jumped right back upon the shelves.
And jumped right back upon the shelves.
And then he mumbled words profound
That made the carpets leve the ground- and 12 little girls were on their way-
To surprise their parents on Christmas day.
Miss Clavel again quite well thought it time to ring her bell which quickly broke the magic spell.
And now we’re back, all 12 right here to wish our friends a happy new year!
typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/7/18
Nana upstairs& nana downstairs 樓上外婆樓下外婆
Nana upstairs& nana downstairs
When tommy was a little boy, he had a grandmother and a great-grandmother. He loved both of them very much.
He and his family would go to visit every Sunday afternoon. His grandmother always seemed to be standing by the big black stove in the kitten.
His great grandmother was always in bed upstairs because she was 94 years old.
So Tommy called them Nana downstairs and nana upstairs.
Almost every Sunday was the same. Tommy would run into the house , say hello to his Grandfather Tom and Nana downstairs, and then go up the back stairway to the bedroom where Nana upstairs was.
Get some candy, Nana upstairs would say. And he would open the lid of the sewing box on the dresser, and there would be candy mints.
Once Nana Downstairs came into the bedroom and helped Nana upstairs to the big morris chair and tied her in so she wouldn’t fall out.
Why will Nana upstairs fall out ? Tommy asked.
Because she is 94 years old, NANA DOWNSTAIRS said.
I’m 4 years old, Tommy said. Tie me in a chair too!
So every Sunday, after he found the candy mints in the sewing box on the dresser, Nana Downstairs would come up the back stairway and tie Nana upstairs and Tommy in their chairs, and then they could eat their candy and talk.
Nana upstairs told him about the little people. Watch out for the fresh one with the hat with the red feather in it. He plays with matches, she said. I will , said Tommy. There he is! She said. Over by the brush and comb. See him? Tommy nodded.
When NANA DOWNSTAIRS had finished her work by the big black stove and baked a cake to eat before tommy went home, she could come back upstairs.
Now, NANA DOWNSTAIRS would say as she untied Tommy from his chair. We must all take our naps.
After their naps, Nana downstairs would comb out NANA UPSTAIRS beautiful silver white hair. Then Nana downstairs would comb and brush her own hair.
Now make the cow’s tail! Tommy would say. And she could twist her hair and pin it up on top of her head.
One time tommy’s older brother came into the bedroom and saw NANA UPSTAIRS with her hair all down around her shoulders and he ran away. She looks like a witch! He said. She does not! Tommy said, she’s beautiful.
Time for ice cream! Shouted Grandfather tom. And Tommy and his brother went with him, and sometimes their father and their uncle Charles, down to the ice cream store.
When they got back, it was time for NUS to have a snack, and tommy would help carry the tray of milk and crackers up the back stairway.
Once Tommy’s father took movies of the whole family. He took movies of NANA DOWNSTAIRS and NANA UPSTAIRS . and tommy stood in the middle.
One morning when Tommy woke up at his own house, his mother came in to talk to him.
NANA UPSTAIRS died last night, she said. What’s died? Tommy asked. Died means that NANA UPSTAIRS won’t be her anymore, Mother answered.
They went to Tom and NANA DOWNSTAIRS house, even though it wasn’t Sunday. Tommy ran up the back stairway before he’d even said hello. He ran into Nana Upstairs’ room. The bed was empty.
Tommy began to cry. Won’t she ever come back? He asked. No,dear, mother said softly. Except in your memory. She will come back in your memory whenever you think about her. From then on he called NANA DOWNSTAIRS just plain Nana.
A few nights later, Tommy woke up and looked out his bedroom window at the stars.
All of a sudden, a star fell through the sky. He got up and ran to his mother and father’s bedroom.
I just saw a falling star, he said. Perhaps that was a kiss from Nana Upstairs, said mother.
A long time later, when Tommy had grown up, NANA DOWNSTAIRS was old and in bed just like NANA UPSTAIRS, then she died too. And one night, when he looked out his bedroom window, Tommy saw another star fall gently through the sky.
Now you are both Nana upstairs, he thought.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/9/20
Zin! Zin! Zin! A violin 大家来听音乐会
Zin! Zin! Zin! A violin
With mournful moan and silken tone, Itself alone comes one trombone. Gliding, sliding, high notes go low; one trombones is playing solo.
Next , a trumpet comes along, and sings and stings its swinging song. It joins trombone, no more alone, and one and two-o, they’re a duo.
Fine French horn, its valves all oiled, bright and brassy, loops all coiled, golden yellow; joins its fellows. Two , now three-o, what a trio!
Now , a mellow friend, the cello, next extended, bow a hello, end pin set upon the floor, it makes up a quartet- that’s four.
And soaring high and moving in, with Zin! Zin! Zin! A violin, stroking strings that come alive; now quintet. Let’s count them; five.
Flute, that senana downstairs our soul a –shiver; Flute, that slender, silver sliver. A place among the set it picks to make a young sextet- that’s six.
With steely keys that softly click, its breezy notes so darkly slick,A sleek, black, woody clarinet. It number seven-now septet.
Gleeful, bleating, sobbing, pleading, through its throbbing double-reeding; oboe, please don’t hesitate: come, make it an octet- that’s eight.
That lazy clown, the big bassoon! He plays low down, we’re laughing soon. Here , Grumpy, get your place in line, and give us a nonet- that’s nine.
The Harp descenana downstairs with angel’s wings, a heaven’s blend through magic strings, and when it joins the others, then behold! A chamber group of ten.
The orchestra comes in the hall. They’re on the stage; we see them all: the cello, harp, and clarinet, the trumpet, whom we’ve also met, the oboe, flute, and big bassoon, all eager to get started soon, all eager to get started soon. Trombone, French horn, and violin, all poised and ready. Now, begin!
The strings all soar, the reeds implore, the brasses roar with notes galore. It’s music that we all adore. It’s what we go to concerts for .
The minutes fly, the music enana downstairs, and so, good-bye to our new frienana downstairs. But when they’ve bowed and left the floor, if we clap loud and shout, encore! They may come our and play once more.
And that would give us great delight before we say a late good night.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/9/12
Alice the Fairy 小仙女愛莉絲
Alice the fairy
My name is Alice. I’m a fairy!
I’m not a permanent fairy. I’m a temporary fairy. You have to pass a lot of tests to be a permanent fairy.
I have wings so I can fly! I can’t fly very high yet, but I can fly really fast!
This is my magic wand. This my blanket. Fairies us magic wands to change frogs into princes and things like that. I changed my dad into a horse.
One time my mom made cookies for my dad. So I turned them into mine.
I felt bad about the cookies , so I thought I’d whip up a new outfit for my day. Did I tell you he’s the duke of morning side drive? Well, he is !
Golden sparkley pants. Purplish- pinkish shoes (my favorite color.)
But clothes were too hard, so I made him a new crown instead.
With my magic wand, I can make leaves fll from trees. And I can draw pictures on water.
Sometimes I us my wand to disappear. But that’s kind of scary.
I’d rather use my blanket!
Of course, I also have a magic Mirror. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairiest of them all?
Well, what do you know- it’s me, alice! Thank you , mirror!
Fairy dust is very useful. I use it to turn oatmeal into cake.
Casting spells is antoher important part of being a fairy. Wathc me make my dog float on the ceiling.
Hocus Pocus croakin Docus!
Howkin towkin Riggin Fowlkin!
Doggin Floggin biddle Noggin!!
Okay.. that one needs a little work.
But , a fairy must be very careful with magic. Once I accidently turned my white dress into a red one.
That made the Duchess so mad she locked me in the tower forever! (I got away, though)
A fairy’s life is filled with danger. Broccoli is often poisoned by the wicked duchess and should never be eaten.
Fairies also hate baths. I’d like to turn my bathwater into strawberry jell-o. That would be fun! But , I don’t know how yet.
You have to be a permanent fairy to do tricks like that.
They go to advanced fairy school to learn how.
I’m supposed to learn how to make clothes get up off the floor and dance around and line up in the closet.
I’m not very good at that , though.
I’ll probably be a temporary fairy forever.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/9/12
Ella Sarah gets Dressed
One morning, Ella Sarah got up and said, I want to wear my pink polka-dot pants my dress with orange and green flowers, my purple and blue striped socks, my yellow shoes, and my red hat.
Her mother said, that outfit is too dressy. Whey don’t you wear your nice blue dress with matching socks, and your white sandals?
But Ella Sarah said ,no. I want to wear my pink polka-dot pants, my dress with orange and green flowers, my purple and blue striped socks, my yellow shoes, and my red hat.
Her father said, that outfit is too fancy. Why don’t you wear your yellow T-shirt with white shorts, and your tennis shoes?
But Ella Sarah said, no .I want to wear my pink polka-dot pants, my dress with orange and green flowers, my purple and blue striped socks, my yellow shoes, and my red hat!
Her big sister said, that outfit is too silly. You should wear these overalls, that are too small for me , and my old boots.
But Ella Sarah said, no .I want to wear my pink polka-dot pants, my dress with orange and green flowers, my purple and blue striped socks, my yellow shoes, and my red hat!
So…
She put on her pink polka-dot pants, her dress with orange and green flowers, her purple and blue striped socks, her yellow shoes, and her red hat!
Ella Sarah thought her outfit was just right.
Ding dong!
And so did her friends.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/9/12
A Dark, Dark Tale
Once upon a time
there was a dark, dark moor.
On the moor there was a dark, dark wood.
In the wood there was a dark, dark house.
At the front of the house
there was a dark, dark door.
Behind the door there was a dark, dark hall.
In the hall there were some dark, dark stairs.
Up the stairs there was a dark, dark passage.
Across the passage
there was a dark, dark curtain.
Behind the curtain was a dark, dark room.
In the room was a dark, dark cupboard.
In the cupboard was a dark, dark corner.
In the corner was a dark, dark box.
And in the box there was…
A MOUSE!
The Three Robbers 三个强盗 (完整版)
Once upon a time there were three fierce robbers. They went about hidden under large black capes and tall black hats.
The first had a blunderbuss. The second had a pepper-blower. And the third had a huge red axe. In the dark of night they walked the roads, searching for victims.
They terrified everyone. Brave women fainted. Brave men ran. Dogs fled.
To stop carriages, the robbers blew pepper in the horses' eyes. With the axe, they smashed the carriage wheels. And with the blunderbuss, they threatened the passengers and plundered them.
The robbers' hide-out was a cave high up in the mountains. There they carried their loot. They had trunks full of gold, jewels, money, watches, wedding rings, and precious stones.
But one bitter, black night the robbers stopped a carriage that had but one passenger, an orphan named Tiffany. She was on her way to live with a wicked aunt.
Tiffany was delighted to meet the robbers. Since there was no treasure but Tiffany, the thieves bundled her in a warm cape and carried her away.
They made up a soft bed for her in a corner of the cave. And there she slept. The next morning she awoke a find herself surrounded by trunks of glittering riches.
"What is all this for?" she asked. The robbers choked and sputtered. They had never thought of spending their wealth. So to use their treasure they gathered up
all the lost, unhappy, and abandoned children they could find. They bought a beautiful castle where all of them could live.
Dressed in red caps and capes, the children moved into their new house. Stories of the castle spread throughout the land. New children came or were brought each day
to the doorsteps of the three robbers. The children grew until they were old enough to marry. Then they built houses around the castle. A village grew up,
full of people dressed in red caps and capes. These people, in memory of their kind foster fathers, built three tall, high-roofed towers.
One for each of the three robbers.
Typed by Melanie Zeng
晚安猫头鹰
Owl tried to sleep.
The bees buzzed,
buzz, buzz,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The squirrel cracked nuts.
crunch, crunch,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The crows croaked,
caw, caw,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The woodpecker pecked,
rat-a-tat! rat-a-tat!
and Owl tried to sleep.
The starlings chittered,
twit-twit, twit-twit,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The jays screamed,
ark, ark,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The cuckoo called,
cuckoo, cuckoo,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The robin peeped.
pip, pip,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The sparrows chirped,
cheep, cheep,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The doves cooed,
croo, croo,
and Owl tried to sleep.
The bees buzzed,
buzz, buzz.
The squirrel cracked nuts.
crunch, crunch.
The crows croaked,
caw, caw.
The woodpecker pecked,
rat-a-tat! rat-a-tat!
The starlings chittered,
twit-twit, twit-twit.
The jays screamed,
ark, ark.
The cuckoo called,
cuckoo, cuckoo.
The robin peeped.
pip, pip.
The sparrows chirped,
cheep, cheep.
The doves cooed,
croo, croo.
and Owl tried to sleep.
Then darkness fell
and the moon came up.
And there wasn't a sound.
Owl screeched.
screech, screech
and woke everyone up.
Millions of Cats 100万只猫 by Wanda Gag (完整版)
Once upon a time there was a very old man and a very old woman. They lived in a nice clean house which had flowers all around it, except where the door was. But they couldn’t be happy because they were very lonely (1).
‘If only we had a cat!’ sighed the very old woman.
'A cat?’ asked the very old man.
‘Yes, a sweet little fluffy cat,’ said the very old woman.
‘I will get you a cat, my dear,’ said the very old man.
And he set out over the hills to look for one… and at last he came to a hill which was quite covered with cats.
Cats here, cats there,
Cats and kittens everywhere,
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.
'Oh,’ cried the man joyfully, ‘now I can choose the prettiest cat and take it home with me!’ So he chose one. It was white.
But just as he was about to leave, he saw another one all black and white and it seemed just as pretty… So he took this one also.
But then he saw a fuzzy gray kitten… so he took it too.
And now he saw one way down in a corner…
And just then, over here, the very old man found a kitten which was black and very beautiful…
And now, over there, he saw a cat which had brown and yellow stripes…
So it happened that every time the very old man looked up, he saw another cat which was so pretty he could not bear to leave it… (2) efore he knew it he had chosen them all.
And so he went back over the sunny hills and down through the cool valleys…
It was very funny to see those hundreds of cats, thousands of cats, millions and billions and trillions of cats following him.
They came to a pond.
‘Mew, mew! We are thirsty’ cried the
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats…
Each cat took a sip of water, and the pond was gone!
‘Mew, mew! Now we are hungry’ cried the
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats…Each cat ate a mouthful of grass and not a blade was left!
Pretty soon the very old woman saw them coming.
‘My dear!’ she cried. ‘What are you doing? I asked for one little cat, and what do I see-
'Cats here, cats there,
Cats and kittens everywhere,
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.
But we can never feed them all,’ said the very old woman. ‘They will eat us out of house and home.’
‘I never thought of that,’ said the very old man. (3)
The very old woman thought for awhile…
‘I know! We will let the cats decide which one we should keep.’
‘Oh yes… Which one of you is the prettiest?
‘I am!’
‘No, I am!’
‘No, I am the prettiest…’ cried the ‘Mew, mew! We are thirsty’ cried the hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of voices, for each cat thought itself the prettiest.
And they began to quarrel. (4)
They bit and scratched and clawed… But after awhile, the noise stopped… They could not see a single cat!
‘I think they must have eaten each other all up,’ said the very old woman…
‘But look!’ said the very old man, and he pointed to a bunch of high grass. In it sat one little frightened kitten. They went out and picked it up. It was thin and scraggly…
‘ow did it happen that you were not eaten up…’
‘Oh, I am just a very homely little cat,’ said the kitten. (5) ‘So when you asked who was the prettiest, I didn’t say anything. So nobody bothered about me.’
They took the kitten into the house, where the very old woman gave it a warm bath and brushed its fur until it was soft and shiny.
Every day they gave it plenty of milk–and soon it grew nice and plump.
‘And it is a very pretty cat, after all!’ said the very old woman.
‘It is the most beautiful cat in the whole world, said the very old man. ‘I ought to know for I’ve seen–
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats–
And not one was as pretty as this one.’"
The Story of Ferdinand 爱花的牛
The Story of Ferdinand
by Munro Leaf
Once upon a time in Spain there was a little bull and his name was Ferdinand. All the other little bulls he lived with would run and jump and butt their heads together, but not Ferdinand. He liked to sit just quietly and smell the flowers. He had a favorite spot out in the pasture under a cork tree. It was his favorite tree and he would sit in its shade all day and smell the flowers.
Sometimes his mother, who was a cow, would worry about him. She was afraid he would be lonesome all by himself. "Why don't you run and play with the other little bulls and skip and butt your head?" she would say. But Ferdinand would shake his head. "I like it better here where I can sit just quietly and smell the flowers." His mother saw that he was not lonesome, and because she was an understanding mother, even though she was a cow, she let him just sit there and be happy.
As the years went by Ferdinand grew and grew until he was very big and strong. All the other bulls who had grown up with him in the same pasture would fight each other all day. They would butt each other and stick each other with their horns. What they wanted most of all was to be picked to fight at the bull fights in Madrid. But not Ferdinand--he still liked to sit just quietly under the cork tree and smell the flowers.
One day five men came in very funny hats to pick the biggest, fastest roughest bull to fight in the bull fights in Madrid. All the other bulls ran around snorting and butting, leaping and jumping so the men would think that they were very very strong and fierce and pick them. Ferdinand knew that they wouldn't pick him and he didn't care.
So he went out to his favorite cork tree to sit down. He didn't look where he was sitting and instead of sitting on the nice cool grass in the shade he sat on a bumble bee. Well, if you were a bumble bee and a bull sat on you what would you do? You would sting him. And that is just what this bee did to Ferdinand. Wow! Did it hurt! Ferdinand jumped up with a snort. he ran around puffing and snorting, butting and pawing the ground as if he were crazy.
The five men saw him and they all shouted with joy. here was the largest and fiercest bull of all. Just the one for the bull fights in Madrid! So they took him away for the bullfight day in a cart.
What a day it was! Flags were flying, bands were playing...and all the lovely ladies had flowers in their hair. They had a parade ino the bull ring. First came the Banderilleros with long sharp pins with ribbins on them to stick in the bull and make him mad. Next came the Picadores who rode skinny horses and they had long spears to stick in the bull and make him madder. Then came the Matador, the proudest of all--he thought he was very handsome, and bowed to the ladies. He had a red cape and a sword and was supposed to stick the bull last of all. Then came the bull, and you know who that was don't you? --FERDINAND.
They called him Ferdinand the Fierce and all of the Banderilleros were afraid of him and the Picadores were afraid of him and the Matador was scared stiff. Ferdinand ran to the middle of the ring and everyone shouted and clapped because they thought he was going to fight fiercely and butt and snort and stick his horns around. But not ferdinand. When he got to the middle of the ring he saw the flowers in all the lovely ladies' hair and he just sat down quietly and smelled.
He wouldn't fight and be fierce no matter what they did. He just sat and smelled. And the Banderilleros were mad and the Picadores were madder and the Matador was so mad he
cried because he couldn't show off with his cape and sword. So they had to take Ferdinand home.
And for all I know he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly.
He is very happy.
The Tiny Seed 小种子
It is Autumn.
A strong wind is blowing. It blows flower seeds high in the
air and carries them far across the land. one of the seeds
is tiny, smaller than any of the others. Will it be able to
Keep up with the others? And where are they all going?
One of the seeds flies higher than the others. Up, up it
goes! It flies too high and the sun's hot rays burn it up.
But the tiny seed sails on with the others.
Another Seed Lands on a tall and icy mountain.
The ice never melts, and the seed cannot grow.
The rest of the seeds fly on. But the tiny seed
does not go as fast as the others.
Now they fly over the ocean. One seed falls into the water
and drowns. The others sail on with the wind. But the tiny
seed does not go as high as the others.
One seed drift down onto the desert. It is hot and dry,
and the seed cannot grow. Now the tiny seed is flying
very low, but the wind pushes it on with the others.
Finally the wind stops and the seeds fall gently down
on the ground. A bird comes by and eats one seed.
The tiny seed is not eaten. It is so small that the bird
does not see it.
Now it is Winter.
After their long trip the seeds settle down. They look just
as if they are going to sleep in the earth. Snow falls and
covers them like a soft white blanket. A hungry mouse
that also lives in the ground eats a seed for his lunch. But
the tiny seed lies very still and the mouse does not see it.
Now it is spring.
After a few months the snow has melted. It is really spring!
Birds fly by. The sun shines. Rain falls. The seeds grow so
round and full they start to burst open a little.
Now they are not seeds any more. they are plants. First
they send roots down into the earth. Then their little stems
and leaves begin to grow up toward the sun and air.
There is another plant that grows much faster than the
new little plants. It is a big fat weed. And it takes all the
sunlight and the rain away from one of the small new
plants. And that little plant dies.
The tiny seeds hasn't begun to grow yet. It will be too late!
Hurry! But finally it too start to grow into a plant.
The warm weather also brings the children out to play.
They too have been waiting for the sun and spring time.
One child doesn't see the plants as he run along and -
Oh! He break one! Now it cannot grow any more.
The tiny plant that grew from the tiny seed is growing fast,
but its neighbour grows even faster. Before the tiny plant has
three leaves the other plant has seven! And look! A bud!
And now even a flower!
But what is happening? First there are footsteps. Then
a shadow looms over them. Then a hand reaches down
and breaks off the flower.
A boy has picked the flower to give to a friend.
It is Summer.
Now the tiny plant from the tiny seed is all alone.
It grows on and on. It doesn't stop. The sun shines
on it and the rain waters it. It has many leaves.
It grows taller and taller. It is taller than the people.
It is taller than the trees. It is taller than the houses.
And now a flower grows on it. People come from
far and near to look at this flower. It is the tallest
flower they have ever seen. It is a giant flower.
All summer long the birds and bees and butterflies
come visiting. They have never seen such a big and
beautiful flower.
Now it is Autumn again.
The days grow shorter. The nights grow cooler. And
the wind carries yellow and red leaves past the flower.
Some petals drop from the giant flower and they sail
along with the bright leaves over the land and down
to the ground.
The wind blows harder. Then flower has lost almost all of
its petals. It sways and bends away from the wind. But the
wind grows stronger and shakes the flower. Once more
the wind shakes the flower, and this time the flower's
seed pod opens. Out come many tiny seeds that quickly
sail far away on the wind.
The Cat in the Hat
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house all that cold, cold, wet day. I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two. And I said, "how I wish we had something to do!" Too wet to go out and too cold to play ball. So we sat in the house. We did nothing at all. So all we could do was to sit! sit! sit! sit! And we did not like it. Not one little bit. And then something went BUMP! How that bump made us jump!
We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The cat in the hat! and he said to us, " why do you sit there like that?" "I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny.But we can have lots of good fun that is funny!" "I know some good game we could play," said the cat.
"I konw some new tricks," said the cat in the hat. "A lot of good tricks. I will show then to you. your mother will not mind at all if I do." Then Sally and I did not know what to say. Our mother was out of the house for the day.
BUt our fish said, "NO! No! Make that cat go away! Tell that cat in the Hat you do not want to play. He should not be here. He should not be about. He should not be here when your mother is out!"
"Now! Now! Have no fear. Have no fear!" said the cat. "My tricks are not bad," said the cat in the hat. "Why, we can have lots of good fun, if you wish, with a game that I call Up-up-up with a fish!"
"put me down!" said the fish. "This is no fun at all! Put me down!" said the fish. "I do not wish to fall!"
"Have no fear!" said the cat. "I will not let you fall. I will hold you up high as I stand on a ball. With a book on one hand! And a cup on my hat! But that is not all I can do!" said the cat...
"Look at me! Look at me now!" said the cat. "With a cup and a cake on the top of my hat I can hold up two books! I can hold up the fish! And a little toy ship! And some milk on a dish! And look! I can hop up and down on the ball! But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all..."
"Look at me, Look at me ,Look at me now! It is fun to have fun, but you have to know how. I can hold up the cup and the milk and the cake! I can hold up ghese books and the fish on a rake! I can hold the toy ship and a little toy man! And look! With my tail I can hold a red fan! I can fan with the fan as I hop on the ball! But that is not all. Oh, no. That is not all.."
That is what the cat said...
Then he fell on his head! He came down with a bump from up there on the ball. And Sally and I, We saw all the things fall!
And our fish came down, too. He fell into a pot! He said, "Do I like this? Oh, no! I do not. This is not a good game," said our fish as he lit. "No, I do not like it, not one little bit!"
"Now look what you did!" said the fish to the cat.
"Now look at this house! Look at this! Look at that! you sank our toy ship, sand it deep in the cake. You shook up our house and you bent our new rake. You should not be here when our mother is not. You get out of this house!" said the fish in the pot.
"But I like to be here. Oh, I like it a lot!" said the can in the hat to the fish in the pot. "I will not go away. I do not wish to go! And so," said the cat in the hat "so so so ... I will show you another good game that I know!"
And then he ran out. And then, fast as a fox, the cat in the hat came back in with a box. A big red wood box. It was shut with a hook. "now look at this trick," said the cat.
"Take a look!" Then he got up on top with a tip of his hat. "I call this game FUN-IN -A -BOX" said the cat. "In this box are two things. I will show to you now. you will like these two things," said the cat with a bow.
"I will pick up the hook. You will see something new. Two things. And I call them Thing One and Thing Two. These Things will not bite you.They want to have fun." Then, our of the box came Thing Two and Thing One! And they run to us fast. They said, "How do you do? would you like to shake hands with Thing One and Thing Two?"
And Sally and I did not know what to do. So we had to shake hands with Thing One and Thing Two. We shook their two hands. But our fish said, "No! No! Those Things should not be in this house! Make them go! They should not be here when your mother is not! Put them out! Put them out!" said the fish in the pot.
"Have no fear, little fish," said the cat in the hat. "They are tame. Oh, so tame!They have come here to play. They will give you some fun on this wet, wet, wet day."
"Now, here is a game that they like," said the cat. "they like to fly kites," said the cat in the hat.
The Cat In The Hat Comes Back
Setting: outside a house- Mom has gone to town and the narrator and Sally
have to clean all the snow.
Narrator:
This was no time for play.
This was not time for fun.
This was no time for games.
There was work to be done.
All that deep,
Deep, deep snow,
All that snow had to go.
When our mother went
Down to the town for the day,
She said,
Mother: Somebody has to clean all this away.
Somebody, somebody
Has to, you see.
Narrator: Then she picked out two Somebodies.
Sally and me.
Well…
There we were.
We were working like that
And then who should come up
But the CAT IN THE HAT!
Sally:Oh-oh!
Don’t you talk to that cat.
That cat is a bad one,
That Cat in the Hat.
He plays lots of bad tricks.
Don’t you let him come near.
You know what he did
The last time he was here.
The Cat: (laughing) Play tricks?
Oh, my my! No, no, no!
I just want to go in
To get out of the snow.
Keep your mind on your work.
You just stay there, you two.
I will go in the house
And find something to do.
Narrator: Then the cat went right in!
He was up to no good!
So I ran in after
As fast as I could!
Do you know where I found him?
You know where he was?
He was eating a cake in the tub!
Yes he was!
The hot water was on
And the cold water, too.
And I said to the cat,
“What a bad thing to do!”
The Cat: But I like to eat cake
In a tub
You should try it sometime.
Narrator: And then I got mad.
This was no time for fun.
I said, “Cat! You get out!
There is work to be done.
I have no time for tricks.
I must go back and dig.
I can’t have you in here
Eating cake like a pig!
You get out of this house!
We don’t want you about!
Then I shut off the water
And let it run out.
The water ran out.
And then I saw THE RING!
A ring in the tub!
And, oh boy! What a thing!
A big long pink cat ring!
It looked like pink ink!
And I said, ‘Will this ever
Come off? I don’t think!”
The Cat: (laughing) Have no fear of that ring,
Why, I can take cat rings
Off tubs.Just like that!
Narrator: Do you know how he did it?
WITH MOTHER’S WHITE DRESS!
Now the tub was all clean,
But her dress was a mess!
Then Sally looked in.
Sally saw the dress, too!
And Sally and I
Did not know what to do
We should work in the snow.
But that dress! What a spot!
Sally: It may never come off!
It may not!
The Cat: (laughing) Ho Ho
I can make the spot go.
The way I take spots off a dress
Is just so!
See here!
It is not hard at all.
The thing that takes spots
Off a dress is a wall!
Narrator: Then we saw the cat wipe
The spot off the dress.
Now the dress was all clean.
But the wall! What a mess!
The Cat: (laughing) Oh, wall spots!
Let me tell you some news.
To take spots off a wall,
All I need is two shoes!
Narrator: Whose shoes did he use?
I looked and saw whose!
And I said to the cat,
“ This is very bad news.
Now the spot is all over
DAD’S $10 SHOES!”
The Cat: (laughing) But your dad will not
Know about that,
He will never find out,
His $10 shoes will have
No spots at all.
I will rub them right off
On this rug in the hall.
Narrator: (yelling) But now we have rug spots!
What a day!
Rug spots! What next?
Can you take them away?
The Cat: (laughing) Don’t ask me
Why, you know that I can!
Narrator: Then he picked up the rug
And away he ran.
The Cat: I can clean up these rug spots
Before you count three!
No spots are too hard
For a Hat Cat like me!
Narrator: He ran into Dad’s bedroom
And then the cat said,
The Cat: It is good that your dad
Has the right kind of bed.
Narrator: Then he shook the rug!
CRACK!
Now the bed had the spot!
And all I could say was,
“Now what, Cat?
Now what?”
But the cat stood still.
He just looked at the bed.
The Cat: This is not the right kind of bed.
To take spots off THIS bed
Will be hard.
I can’t do it alone.
It is good I have some one
To help me.
Right here in my hat
On the top of my head!
It is good that I have him
Here with me today.
He helps me a lot.
This is Little Cat A.
Narrator: And then Little Cat A
Took the hat off HIS head.
The Cat: This is Little Cat B.
And I keep him about,
And when I need help,
Then I let him out.
Little Cat B: I think we need Little Cat C.
That spot is too much
For the A cat and me.
But now, have no fear!
We will clean it away!
The three of us! Little Cats B, C, and A!
Little Cat A: Come on! Take it away!
I will hit that old spot
With this broom! Do you see?
It comes off the bed!
It goes on the T.V.
Narrator: And then Little Cat B
Cleaned up the T.V.
He cleaned it with milk,
Put the spot in a pan!
And then C blew it out
Of the house with a fan!
“But look where it went!
Look where it blew!
You blew the mess
Out of the house.That is true.
But now you made Snow Spots!
You can’t let THEM stay!
Little Cats A, B, C: Let us think about that now.
Little Cat C: With some help, we can do it!
Narrator: Then POP! On his head
We saw Little Cat D!
Then, POP! POP! POP!
Little Cats E, F, and G!
Little Cats A, B, C, D, E, F, G: We will clean up that snow
If it takes us all day!
If it takes us all night,
We will clean it away!
Narrator: They ran out of the house then
And we ran out, too.
Narrator and Sally: Your cats are no good.
Put them back in your hat.
Take your Little Cats G,
F, E, D, C, B, A,
Put them back in your hat
And take them away!
The Cat: Oh, no!
All they need is more help.
Help is all that they need.
So stay still and don’t yelp.
Narrator: Then Little G
Took the hat off his head.
Little Cat G: I have Little Cat H
Here to help us.
Little Cats H, I, J
K, L, M.
But our work is so hard
We must have more than them.
We need Little Cat N.
We need O. We need P.
We need Little Cats Q, R, S, T,
U and V.
All the Cats: Come on!Get rid of those spots!
Get rid of the mess!
Narrator: And they jumped at the snow
With long rakes and red bats.
They put it in pails
And they made high pink hills!
Pink snow men! Pink snow balls!
And little pink pills!
Oh, the things that they did!
And they did them so hard,
It was all one big spot now
All over the yard!
But the Big Cat stood there
And he said,
Big Cat: This is good.
This is what they should do
And I knew that they would.
With a little more help
All the work will be done.
They need one more cat.
And I know just the one.
Look close! In my hand
I have Little Cat V.
On his head are Cats W,
X, Y and Z.
Z is too small to see.
So don’t try.You can not.
But Z is the cat
Who will clean up the spot!
Narrator: Then the Voom…
It went VOOM!
And, oh boy!What a VOOM!
Now don’t ask me what Voom is.
I never will know.
But, boy! Let me tell you
It DOES clean up snow!
The Cat: (laughing) So you see!
Now your snow is all white!
Now your work is all done!
Now your house is all right!
And you know where my little cats are?
That Voom blew my little cats
Back in my hat.
And so, if you ever
Have spots, now and then,
I will be happy
To come here again…
With Little Cats A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, and O, P,
Q, R, S, T,
And Little Cats W, X, Y and Z.
winnie the witch--winnie's new computer
Winnie the witch had a new computer.
She was very excited.
Her cat, Wilbur, was excited too.
He thought something interesting might happen.
And he didn’t want to miss it.
Winnie plugged in the computer, turned it on, and clicked the mouse.
“Come on, mouse,” she said.
“Is that a mouse?” thought Wilbur.
It doesn’t look like one.
Winnie went on to the internet.
Wilbur wanted a closer look at the mouse.
He patted it.
“Don’t touch the mouse, Wilbur,” said Winnie,
“I want to order a new wand.”
Wilbur patted the mouse again.
Pat, pat.
Winnie was cross.
She put Wilbur outside.
She didn’t notice it was raining.
Wilbur noticed it was raining.
He was getting wet.
He watched Winnie through the window.
She was having a good time.
She ordered her new wand.
Then she visited some websites for witches.
They had some very funny jokes.
“Hahaha,” laughed Winnie.
Wilbur wasn’t laughing.
The rain was dripping off his whiskers.
“Meow,” he cried, “Meow.”
But Winnie didn’t hear him.
“That mouse has put a spell on her,” thought Wilbur.
PLOP, PLOP, PLOP.
“What’s that noise?” asked Winnie.
It was the rain.
It was coming through the roof.
“Oh, no!” said Winnie,
“The rain will ruin my new computer.
I need the roof repair spell.”
But she couldn’t find her book of spells or her magic wand anywhere.
“Oh, where are they?” she cried as the rain plopped down.
At last she found them.
She waved her wand seven times at the roof and shouted,
“ABRACADABRA!”
The roof stopped leaking.
“Thank goodness,” Winnie said.
Then she had a wonderful idea.
“If I scan all my spell things into computer,” she said,
“I won’t need my book of spells any more.
I won’t need to wave my magic wand.
I just use the computer.
One click will do the trick.”
So Winnie loaded all her spells into the new computer.
“I’d better try it out,” she said, “What shall I do?”
That night, Wilbur waited until he could hear Winnie snoring.
Then he crept downstairs.
He was going to see about that mouse.
He patted it.
Nothing happened.
“Meow, Grrr,” he snarled.
He grabbed the mouse, tossed it into the air, and rolled onto his back.
ZAP!The computer came on.
ZAP!Wilbur turned bright blue.
Winnie had a lovely sleep.
In the morning she came downstairs for her breakfast.
“Breakfast, Wilbur,” she called.
“Where are you, Wilbur?”
She looked in the garden, in the bathroom, in all the cupboards.
No Wilbur.
Then she looked in the computer room.
“Oh, no!” cried Winnie, “Wilbur, where are you?And where is the computer?”
She reached into the cupboard for her book of spells.
She put her hand in her pocket for her magic wand.
Then she remembered.
She ran to the window.
The dustman was tipping her rubbish into his truck.
“Stop!” shouted Winnie, “Stop, stop!”
But it was too late.
The dustman couldn’t hear her.
He jumped into his truck and drove away.
“What shall I do?” cried Winnie.
Then another truck came through the gate.
“My new wand,” said Winnie, “It’s arrived.Thank goodness.”
She grabbed the new wand, waved it once and shouted,
“ABRACADABRA!”
The book of spells flew out of the rubbish truck, up into the air, and dropped into her arms.
Winnie rushed inside, and looked up the spell to make things back.
Then she shut her eyes, waved her wand four times, and shouted,
“ABRACADABRA!”
The computer and Wilbur came back.
“Oh, Wilbur,” said Winnie, “You’re bright blue.
Whatever happened?Never mind, I’ll change you back to black again.”
She went to the computer, and clicked the mouse.
Wilbur was a black cat again.
“Good,” said Winnie, “It still works.
But I think I’ll keep my book of spells and my magic wand.
I might need them one day.”“I know, I’ll turn Wilbur into a blue cat.”
She let Wilbur inside.
She went to the computer, clicked the mouse, and Wilbur was bright blue.
“Good,” said Winnie, “It works.”
She clicked the mouse, and Wilbur was a black cat again, an angry wet black cat.
“Well, Wilbur,” said Winnie, “I won’t need my book of spells or my magic wand any more.”
And she put them out for the dustman to take away.
《穿雨靴的小鹅》系列
Ollie
《穿雨靴的小鹅》系列
Ollie
This is Ollie.
Ollie is waiting.
He won't come out.
Gossie and Gertie have been waiting for weeks for Ollie to come out.
"I won't come out,"says Ollie.
He rolls to the left.
He rolls to the right.
He stands on his head.
He hides in the straw.He won't come out.
Gossie pokes Ollie with her bill.
Gertie listens to Ollie with her ear.
"I won't come out!"says Ollie.
He holds his breath.
He rolls out of the nest.
He rolls over the stones.
He rools under the sheep.He won't come out.
Gossie runs after Ollie.
Gertie runs after Ollie.
"I won't come out!"says Ollie.
Gossie and Gertie sit on top of Ollie.
"Don't come out，"says Gossie.
"Don't come out,"says Gertie.
Ollie waits.
Then he begins cracking!
"I'm Out"he says.
《Ollie the Stomper》
This is Ollie.
This is Gossie.This is Gertie.
They are goslings.
Gossie wears bright red boots.
Gertie wears bright blue boots.
Ollie wants boots.
Gossie and Gertie tromp in the straw.
Ollie stomps after them.
Gossie and Gertie romp in the rain.
Ollie stomps after them.
Gossie and Gertie jump over a puddle.
Ollie stomps after them.
Gossie and Gertie hide in the pumpkins.
"I want boots!"Ollie shouts.
Gossie and Gertie stomp to Ollie.
Gossie gives Ollie a red boot.
Gertie gives Ollie a blue boot.
Ollie hops to the barn.
Gossie and Gertie follow.
Ollie stomps to the piggery.
Gossie and Gertie follow.
Ollie stares at his boots.
"These boots are too hot!"Ollie shouts.
Ollie kicks off his boots.
Gossie kicks off her boot.
Gertie kicks off her boot.
"Let's go swimming!"Ollie shouts.
And they do.
Gossie
Gossie
This is Gossie.
Gossie is a gosling.
A small,yellow gosling who
likes to wear bright red boots.
Every day.
She wears them
when she eats.
She wears them
when she sleeps.
She wears them when she rides.
She wears them when she hides.
But what Gossie really loves
is to wear her bight red boots
when she goes for walks.
Every day.
She walks backwards.
She walks forward.
She walks uphill.
She walks downhill.
She walks in the rain.
She walks in the snow.
Gossie loves to wear
her bright red boots!
Every day.
One morning Gossie could
not find her bright red boots.
She looked everywhere.
Under the bed.
Over the wall.
In the barn.
Under the hens.
Gossie looked and looked
for her bright red boots.
They were gone.
Gossie was heartbroken.
Then she saw them.
They were walking.
On Someone else's feet!
"Great boots!"said Gertie.
Gossie smiled.
Gossie is a gosling.
A small,yellow gosling who
likes to wear bright red boots.
Almost every day.
King Looie Katz 噜噜卡卡国王 Dr. Seuss’s Book
King Looie Katz
How the Cat's Tail is Held
Way back in the olden, golden days in the year one thirty-nine a fancy cat named Looie was the King of Katzen-stein.
King Looie was a proud cat, mighty proud of his tail. He had it washed every morning in a ten-gallon golden pail. "My tail is such a lovely tail," King Looie used to brag. "My tail must never touch the earth. My tail must never drag."
So Looie Katz made Fooie Katz follow him around. And Fooie kept the kingly thing from dragging on the ground. Well, all was fine in Katzen-stain. The King's tail wasn't dragging. But one day Fooie looked behind and saw that his was sagging! "My lovely tail!" he sighed with pride. "Oh, this will never do! If Looie has his tail held up, I'm going to have mine, too!"
So Fooie Katz made Kooie Katz follow him around, and Kooie Katz kept Fooie's tail from dragging on the ground.
Now all was fine in Katzen-stein... Till Kooie's pride was hurt, when he discovered his fine tail was dragging in the dirt!
So Kooie made a cat named Chooie follow him around, and Chooie Katz kept Kooie's tail from dragging on the ground.
And so it went on in Katzen-stein. Next, Chooie got Hooie, and Hooie got Blooie, and Blooie got Prooie... Till all the cats in Katzen-stein, were hiking round and round, all keeping one another's tails from dragging on the ground.
All proud! Except for one small cat, the last cat in line. The last, last cat of all the cats that lived in Katzen-stein. A most unhappy little cat named Zooie Katzen-bein.
His tail would never be held up. And poor old Zooie knew it, because holding up a cat's tail takes another cat to do it. Poor Zooie got so awfully mad so mad he could have spit. But he did a far, far braver thing. He simply yelled, "I Quit!" "I can not, shall not, will not lug this stupid thing around!" He slammed the tail of Prooie Katz! He slammed it on the ground.
Zooie realized that he could hold his own tail up. Then Prooie slammed Blooie's tail, and Blooie slammed Hooie's, and Hooie slammed Chooie's tail, and Chooie slammed Kooie's. All tails in Katzen-stein were slammed including proud King Looie's.
And since that day in Katzen-stein, all cats have been more grown-up. They're all more demo-catic because each cat holds his own up.
Willy the Wimp 胆小鬼威利
Willy wouldn’t hurt a fly.
When someone knocked into him he would always say, “Oh, I’m sorry!”
The gorilla gang bullied him and called him “Willy the Wimp”.
Don’t be a Wimp
I was a scrawny, skinny – chested
Pathetic weakling. Now…
I can order people about…
Kick sand in Their faces..
Talk very loudly…
Lift heavy things..
Get Respect.
Do you want…
Bulging arm muscles..
Tireless legs…
A deep chest…
A large wardrobe…
A magnetic Personality?
Post This Now!
One evening Willy saw an advert in his comic that said, “Don’t be a wimp!” So he sent off for the package.
When it arrived, it told Willy what to do. First some exercises, and jogging.
Willy felt a bit silly dancing at the aerobics class.
He learned how to box.
He went to body building club.
Gradually over the weeks and months… Willy got bigger and bigger… and bigger!
So when Willy walked down the street and saw the gorilla gang hurting Mille…
They ran. “You’re my hero Willy” said Millie.
Willy was proud. ”I’m not a wimp!”
Just then he walked into a lamp post…”Oh I’m sorry,” said Willy.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011-11-4
Happy Birthday To You! 祝你生日快乐 by Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss)
Happy Birthday To You!
by Theodor Geisel (Dr. Seuss)
I wish we could do what they do in Katroo.
They sure know how to say “Happy Birthday to You!”
In Katroo, every year, on the day you were born
They start the day right in the bright early morn
When the Birthday Honk-Honker hikes high up Mt. Zorn
And lets loose a big blast on the big Birthday Horn.
And the voice of the horn calls out loud as it plays:
“Wake Up! For today is your Day of all Days!”
Then, the moment the Horn’s happy honk-honk is heard,
Comes a fluttering flap-flap! And then comes THE BIRD!
The Great Birthday Bird! And, so far as I know, Katroo is the only place Birthday Birds grow.
This bird has a brain. He’s most beautifully brained
With the brainiest bird-brain that’s ever been trained.
He was trained by the most splendid Club in this nation, The Katroo Happy Birthday Asso-see-eye-ation.
And, whether your name is Pete, Polly or Paul,
When you birthday comes round, he’s in charge of it all.
Whether your name is Nate, Nelly or Ned,
He knows your address, and he heads for your bed.
You hear a soft swoosh in the brightening sky.
You are not all awake. But you open one eye.
Then over the housetops and trees of Katroo,
You see that bird coming! To you. Just to you!
That Bird pops right in!
You are up on your feet!
You jump to the window! You meet and you greet
With the Secret Katroo Birthday Hi-Sign-and-Shake
That only good people with birthdays may make.
You do it just so. With each finger and toe.
Then the Bird says, “Come on! Brush your teeth and let’s go!
It’s your Day of all Days! It’s the Best of the Best!
So don’t waste a minute!
Hop to it!
Get dressed!”
And five minutes later, you’re having a snack
On your way out of town on a Smorgasbord’s back.
“Today,” laughs the Bird, “eat whatever you want.
Today no one tells you you cawnt or you shawnt.
And, today, you don’t have to be tidy or neat.
If you wish, you may eat with both hands and both feet.
So get in there and munch. Have a big munch-er-oo!
Today is your birthday! Today you are you!
If we didn’t have birthdays, you wouldn’t be you.
If you’d never been born, well then what would you do?
If you’d never been born, well then what would you be?
You might be a fish! Or a toad in a tree!
You might be a doorknob! Or three baked potatoes!
You might be a bag full of hard green tomatoes.
Or worse than that . . . Why, you might be a WASN’T!
A Wasn’t has no fun at all. No, he doesn’t.
A Wasn’t just isn’t. He just isn’t present.
But you . . . You ARE YOU! And, now isn’t that pleasant!
So we’ll go to the top of the toppest blue space,
The Official Katroo Birthday Sounding-Off Place!
Come on! Open your mouth and sound off at the sky!
Shout loud at the top of your voice, “I AM I!
ME!
I am I!
And I may not know why
But I know that I like it.
Three cheers! I AM I!”
Cookies: bite-size life lessons 小饼干的大道理
COOKIES....Bite-Size Life Lessons
COOPERATE...means, "How about you add the chips while I stir?"
PATIENT means waiting and waiting for the cookies to be done.
PROUD means, "My chin is high, and I sure do like the way my cookies turned out!"
MODEST means you don't run around telling everyone you make the best cookies, even if you know it to be true!
RESPECT means offering the very first cookie to your grandma.
TRUSTWORTHY means if you ask me to hold your cookie until you come back, when you come back, I will still be holding your cookie.
FAIR means, "You get a bite, I get a bite, you get a big bite, I get a big bite."
UNFAIR means, "You get a bite, and now I get the rest."
COMPASSIONATE means, "Don't worry, it's okay. You can have part of my cookie."
GREEDY means taking all the cookies for myself. "HEE HEE HEE, YUM YUM YUM!"
GENEROUS means offering some to others.
PESSIMISTIC means, "How awful, how absolutely dreadful I have only half my cookie left!"
OPTIMISTIC means, "This is great--I still have half my cookie left."
POLITE means, "Excuse me, can you please pass the cookies?"
HONEST means "I have to tell you something. The butterfly didn't really take the cookie--I took the cookie."
COURAGEOUS means, "It was not easy for me tell you that I took the cookie, but I took a deep breath....and made the words come out."
ENVY means, "I can't stop looking at your cookie out of the corner of my eye--it looks so much better than my cookie. Boy, I wish it were mine and not yours."
LOYAL means that even though the new person has a much bigger cookie, I'm sticking by you and your little cookies because you're my very best friend.
OPEN-MINDED means, "I've never seen cookies like that before, but uh, sure I'll try some."
REGRET means, "I really wish I didn't eat so many cookies."
CONTENT means sitting on the steps...just you, me, and a couple of cookies.
WISE means, "I used to think I knew everything about cookies, but now I realize I know about one teeny chip's worth."
Once a mouse 从前有一只老鼠
One day a hermit sat thinking about big and little Suddenly,
he saw a mouse was prowling in the forest,
about to be snatched up by a crow.
He hurried to help the poor little animal, and tearing him from
the crow’s greedy beak, he carried him off to his hut in the forest,
where he comforted him with milk and grains of rice. But look!
A cat came to the hut with whiskers straight and tail held high.
But the hermit was mighty at magic as well as at prayer.
When he saw the danger threatening his little pet, he quickly changed him into a stout cat. But...
that night a dog barked in the forest. Poor puss ran to hide under the bed.
The hermit wasted no time in thinking about how big, or so big, and
changed the cat into a big dog. Not long after that, a hungry tiger
was prowling in the forest, and leaped on the dog.
Fortunately, the hermit was nearby
and with a gesture, he changed the dog into a handsome, royal tiger.
Now, imagine the pride of that tiger! All day long he peacocked about the forest, lording it over the other animals.
The hermit missed nothing of all this, and chided the beast. “Without me,” he would say to him, “you would be a wretched little mouse, that is, if you were still alive. There is no need to give yourself such airs.”
The tiger felt offended and humiliated. He forgot all the good he had received from the old man. “No one shall tell me that I was once a mouse. I will kill him!”
But the hermit read the tiger’s mind.
“You are ungrateful! Go back to the forest and be a mouse again!”
So the proud and handsome tiger turned back into a frightened, humble, little mouse,
that ran off into the forest and was never seen again. And the hermit sat thinking about big -and little....
“No one shall tell me that I was once a mouse!”
roars the tiger. But the old hermit,
mighty and magic, does tell him; for it was he who
first changed the tiger from a wretched little
mouse to stout cat, to a big dog,
and finally to his proud and royal self.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/11/8
The Man Who Walked Between the Towers 高空走索人
The Man Who Walked Between the Towers
Once there were two towers side by side. They were each a quarter of a mile high; one thousand three hundred and forty feet. The tallest buildings in New York City. buildings
A young man saw them rise into the sky. He was a street performer. He rode a unicycle. He juggled balls and fiery torches. unicycle balls torches
But most of all he loved to walk and dance on a rope he tied between two trees. rope
He looked not at the towers but at the space between them and thought, what a wonderful place to stretch a rope; a wire on which to walk. Once the idea came to him he knew he had to do it! If he saw three balls; he had to juggle. If he saw two towers, he had to walk! That’s how he was.
Hadn’t he danced on a wire between the steeples of Notre Dame Cathedral above his amazed home city, Paris? Why not here, between these towers? steeples
Of course he knew that, as in Paris, the police and the owners of the towers would never allow it. You must be crazy! they would say. You’d fall for sure! policeman stop
And so Philippe - that was the young man’s name - began a plan to do it secretly. The buildings are not quite finished, he thought. Maybe if I dressed as a construction worker. . . . bench squirrel Philippe
They got a four-hundred-and-forty-pound reel of cable and other equipment into the elevator, took it to the unfinished top ten floors, and waited till nightfall when everyone had gone. cable Early on an August evening he and a friend entered the south tower.
Then they carried everything up one hundred and eighty stairs to the roof. roof
At midnight, on the other tower’s roof, two more friends tied a thin, strong line to an arrow and shot it across to Philippe, one hundred and forty feet away. bow
It missed, and landed on a ledge fifteen feet below the roof. Bad luck! thought Philippe.
He crawled down to the ledge, over the sparkling city, and got the arrow.
To its line he tied a stronger line, which his friends pulled back to their tower.
To his end of the stronger line, Philippe tied the cable on which he would walk. It was seven-eighths of an inch thick.
His friends pulled the cable over to their tower but it was so heavy that it slipped from Philippe’s grip. The cable’s middle plummeted toward the street -
pulling the friends on the other tower to the very edge. Philippe, just in time, secured his end.
It took three hours to pull the cable back up.
Frantically, as the stars faded, they tightened it between the towers.
It was past dawn before they were ready.
Philippe put on his black shirt and tights. He picked up his twenty-eight-foot balancing pole. All his life he had worked to be here; to do this.
As the rising sun lit up the towers, out he stepped onto the wire.
Out to the very middle he walked, as if he were walking on the air itself. Many winds whirled up from between the towers, and he swayed with them. He could feel the towers breathing. He was not afraid. He felt alone and happy and absolutely free.
A woman coming from the subway might have been the first to see him. “ Look! Someone walking on a wire between the towers!”
Everyone stopped and looked up. They gasped and stared. It was astonishing. It was terrifying and beautiful. A quarter of a mile up in the sky someone was dancing. Police saw it, too.
Officers rushed to the roofs of the towers. “ You’re under arrest!” they shouted through bullhorns. Philippe turned and walked the other way.
Who would come and get him?
For almost an hour, back and forth, he walked, danced, ran, and knelt in a salute upon the wire.
He even lay down to rest. The city and harbor spread beneath him. The sky surrounded him. Seagulls flew under and over. As long as he stayed on the wire he was free.
When he felt completely satisfied, he walked back to the roof and held out his wrists for the handcuffs.
They brought him to court. The judge sentenced him to perform in the park for the children of the city.
This he did. . . though during his performance some boys were playing on his wire and Philippe fell
. . . but caught himself.
Now the towers are gone.
But in memory, as if imprinted on the sky, the towers are still there. And part of that memory is the joyful morning, August 7, 1974, when Philippe Petit walked between them in the air.