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本帖最后由 lanlanni 于 2014-10-30 15:42 编辑给宝宝买的中文绘本很多都是翻译过来的，再买原版有点可惜啦。准备在网上找到英文原文，配合中文绘本读给宝宝听。这里就放收集来的英文绘本原文啦。
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驴小弟变石头
女巫扫帚排排坐
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大脚丫跳芭蕾，Belinda, the Ballerina
鸭子骑车记
小猪变形记 本帖最后由 lanlanni 于 2014-10-30 15:38 编辑
驴小弟变石头
Sylvester and the Magic Pebble -- by William Steig
Sylvester Duncan lived with his mother and father at Acorn Road in Oatsdale. One of his hobbies was collecting pebbles of unusual shape and color.
On a rainy Saturday during vacation he found a quite extraordinary one. It was flaming red, shiny, and perfectly round, like a marble. As he was studying this remarkable pebble, he began toshiver, probably from excitement, and the rain felt cold on his back, “I wish it would stop raining,” he said.
To his great surprise the rain stopped. It didn’t stop gradually as rains usually do, it CEASED. The drops vanished on the way down, the clouds disappeared, everything was dry, and the sun was shining as if rain had never existed.
In all his young life Sylvester had never had a wish gratified so quickly. It struck him that magic must be at work, and he guessed that the magic must be in the remarkable-looking red pebble.(where indeed it was.) to make a test, he put the pebble on the ground and said, “I wish it would rain again.” Nothing happened. But when he said the same thing holding the pebble in his hoof, the sky turned black, there was lightning and a clap of thunder, and the rain came shooting down.
“What a lucky day this is!” thought Sylvester. “From now on I can have anything I want. My father and mother can have anything they want. My relatives, my friends, and anybody at all can have everything any body wants!”
He wished the sunshine back in the sky, and he wished a wart on his left hind fetlock would disappear, and it did, and he started home, eager to amaze his father and mother with his magic pebble. He could hardly wait to see their faces. Maybe they wouldn’t even believe him at first.
As he was crossing Strawberry Hill, thinking of some of the many, many things he could wish for, he was startled to see a mean, hungry lion looking right at him from behind some tall grass. He was frightened. If he hadn’t been so frightened, he could have made the lion disappear, or he could have wished himself safe at home with his father and mother.
He could have wished the lion would turn into a butterfly or a daisy or a gnat. He could have wished many things, but he panicked and couldn’t t think carefully.
“I wish I were a rock,” he said, and he became a rock.
The lion came bounding over, sniffed the rock a hundred times, walked around and around it, and went away confused, perplexed, puzzled, and bewildered. “I saw that little donkey as clear as day. Maybe I’m going crazy,” he muttered.
And there was Sylvester, a rock on Strawberry Hill, with the magic pebble lying right beside him on the ground, and he was unable to pick it up. “Oh, how I wish I were myself again,” he thought, but nothing happened. He had to be touching the pebble to make the magic work, but there was nothing he could do about it.
His thoughts began to race like mad. He was scared and worried. Being helpless, he felt hopeless. He imagined all the possibilities, and eventually he realized that his only chance of becoming himself again was for someone to find the red pebble and to wish that the rock next to it would be a donkey. Someone would surely find the red pebble—it was so bright and shiny—but what on earth would make them wish that a rock were a donkey? The chance was one in a billion at best.
Sylvester fell asleep. What else could he do? Night came with many stars.
Meanwhile, back at home, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan paced the floor, frantic with worry. Sylvester had never come home later than dinner time. Where could he be? They stayed up all night wondering what had happened, expecting that Sylvester would surely turn up by morning. But he didn’t, of course. Mrs. Duncan cried a lot and MR. Duncan did his best to soothe her. Both longed to have their dear son with them.
“I will never scold Sylvester again as long as I live,” said Mrs. Duncan, “no matter what he does.”
At dawn, they went about inquiring of all the neighbors.
They talked to all the children—the puppies, the kittens, the colts, the piglets. No one had seen Sylvester since the day before yesterday.
They went to police. The police could not find their child.
All the dogs in Oatsdale went searching for him. They sniffed behind every rock and tree and blade of grass, into every nook and gully of the neighborhood and beyond, but found not a scent of him. They sniffed the rock on Strawberry Hill, but it smelled like a rock. It didn’t smell like Sylvester.
After a month of searching the same places over and over again, and inquiring of the same animals over and over again, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan no longer knew what to do. They concluded that something dreadful must have happened and that they would probably never see their son again. (though all the time he was less than a mile away.)
They tried their best to be happy, to go about their usual ways. But their usual ways included Sylvester and they were always reminded of him. They were miserable. Life had no meaning for them any more.Night followed day and day followed night over and over again. Sylvester on the hill woke up less and less often. When he was awake, he was only hopeless and unhappy.He felt he would be a rock forever and he tired to get used to it, he went into an endless sleep. The days grew colder. Fall come with the leaves changing color. Then the leaves fell and the grass bent to the ground.Then it was winter. The winds blew this way and that. It snowed. Mostly, the animals stayed indoors, living on the food they had stored up.One day a wolf sat on the rock that was Sylvester and howled and howled because he was hungry.Then the snows melted. The earth warmed up in the spring sun and things buddedLeaves were on the trees again. Flowers showed their young faces.One day in may, Mr. Duncan insisted that his wife go with him on a picnic. “Let’s cheer up,” he said. “let us try to live again and be happy even though Sylvester, our angle, is no longer with us.” They went to Strawberry Hill.Mrs. Duncan sat down on the rock. The warmth of his own mother sitting on him woke Sylvester up from his deep winter sleep. How he wanted to shout, “Mother! Father! It’s me, Sylvester, I’m right here!” but he couldn’t talk. He had no voice. He was stone-dumb.Mr. Duncan walked aimlessly about while Mrs. Duncan set out the picnic food on the rock—alfalfa sandwiches, pickled oats, sassafras salad, timothy compote. Suddenly Mr. Duncan saw the red pebble. “what a fantastic pebble!” he exclaimed. “Sylvester would haveloved it for his collection.” He put the pebble on the rock.They sat down to eat. Sylvester was now as wide awake as a donkey that was a rock could possibly be. Mrs. Duncan felt some mysterious excitement.” You know, Father,” she said suddenly, “I have the strangest feeling that our dear Sylvester is still alive and not far away.”“I am, I am!” Sylvester wanted to shout, but he couldn’t. if only he had realized that the pebble resting on his back was the magic pebble!“Oh, how I wish he were here with us on this lovely May day,” said Mrs. Duncan. Mr. Duncan looked sadly at the ground. “Don’t you wish it too, Father?” she said. He looked at her as if to say,” How can you ask such a question?”Mr. and Mrs. Duncan looked at each other with great sorrow.“Iwish I were myself again, I wish I were my real self again!” thought Sylvester.And in less than an instant, he was!You can imagine the scene that followed—the embraces, the kisses, the questions, the answers, the loving looks, and the fond exclamations!When they had eventually calmed down a bit, and had gotten home, Mr. Duncan put the magic pebble in an iron safe. Some day they might want to use it, but really, for now, what more could they wish for? They all had all that they wanted.
女巫扫帚排排坐 Room on the Broom
The witch had a cat
and a hat that was black,
And long ginger hair
in a braid down her back.
How the cat purred
and how the witch grinned,
As they sat on their broomstick
and flew through the wind.
But how the witch wailed
and how the cat spat,
When the wind blew so wildly,
it blew off the hat.
"Down!" cried the witch,
and they flew to the ground.
They searched for the hat,
but no hat could be found.
Then out of the bushes
on thundering paws
There bounded a dog
with the hat in his jaws.
He dropped it politely,
then eagerly said
(As the witch pulled the hat
firmly down on her head),
"I am a dog,as keen as can be.
Is there room on the broom
for a dog like me?"
"Yes!" cried the witch,
and the dog clambered on.
The witch tapped the broomstick and
whoosh! they were gone.
Over the fields and the
forests they flew.
The dog wagged his tail
and the stormy wind blew.
The witch laughed out loud
and held on to her hat,
But away blew the bow
from her brain--just like that!
"Down!" cried the witch,
and they flew to the ground.
They searched for the bow,
but no bow could be found.
Then out from a tree
with an ear-splitting shriek,
There flapped a green bird
with the bow in her beak.
SHe dropped it politely,
and bent her head low,
Then said (as the witch
tied her braid in the bow),
"I am a bird,
as green as can be.
Is there room on the broom
for a bird like me?"
"Yes!" cried the witch,
so the bird fluttered on.
The witch tapped the broomstick and
whoosh! they were gone.
Over the reeds and the
rivers they flew.
The bird shrieked with glee
and the stormy wind blew.
They shot through the sky
to the back of beyoud.
The witch clutched her bow--
but let go of her wand.
"Down!"cried the witch,
and they flew to the ground.
They searched for the wand,
but no wand could be found.
Then all of a sudden
from out of a pond
Leaped a dripping wet frog
with a dripping wet wand.
He dropped it politely,
then said with a croak
(As the witch dried the wand
on a fold of her cloak),
"I am a frog, as clean as can be.
Is there room on the broom
for a frog like me?"
"Yes!" said the witch, so the frog
bounded on.
The witch tapped the broomstick and
whoosh! they were gone.
Over the moors and the
mountains they flew.
The frog jumped for joy and...
THE BROOM
SNAPPED IN TWO!
Down fell the cat and the dog
and the frog.
Down they went tumbling
into a bog.
The witch's half-broomstick
flew into a cloud,
And the witch heard a roar
that was scary and loud...
"I am a dragon, as mean as can be,
And witch with french fries
tastes delicious to me!"
"No!" cried the witch,
flying higher and higher.
The dragon flew after her,
breathing out fire.
"Help!" cried the witch,
flying down to the ground.
She looked all around
but no help could be found.
The dragon drew near
with a glint in his eyes,
And said," Just this once
I'll have witch without fries."
But just as he planned
to begin on his feast,
From out of a ditch
rose a horrible beast.
It was tall, dark, and stickly,
and feathered and furred.
It had four frightful heads,
It had wings like a bird.
And its terrible voice,
When it started to speak,
Was a yowl and growl
and a croak and a shriek.
It dripped and it squelched
as it strode from the ditch,
And it sain to the dragon,
"Buzz off!--
THAT'S MY WITCH!"
The dragon drew back
and he started to shake.
"I'm sorry!" he spluttered.
"I made a mistake.
It's nice to have met you,
but now I must fly."
And he spread out his wings
and was off through the sky.
Then down flew the bird
and down jumped the frog.
Down climbed the cat,
and,"hew!" said the dog.
And, "Thank you, oh, thank you!"
the grateful witch cried.
"Without you I'd be
in that dragon's inside."
Then she filled up her cauldron
and said with a grin,
"Find something, everyone,
throw something in!"
So the frog found a lily,
the cat found a cone,
The bird found a twig,
and the dog found a bone.
They threw them all in
and the witch stirred them well,
And while she was stirring,
she muttered a spell.
"Iggety, ziggety, zaggety, ZOOM!"
Then out rose...
A TRULY
MAGNIGFICENT BROOM!
With seats for the witch
and the cat and the dog,
A nest for the bird and
a pool for the frog.
"Yes!" cried the witch,
and they all clambered on.
The witch tapped the broomstick and
whoosh! they were gone. 好想法，真厉害
密集恐惧症了快，不过很有意思 本帖最后由 wallacebai 于 2014-10-30 16:11 编辑
可以参考这个帖子。
http://www.ebama.net/thread-34276-1-1.html
http://www.ebama.net/thread-53712-1-1.html 感谢分享~收藏先！
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