O
NCE there was a little boy named Tommy; and there's a . That stands for Tommy.
Tommy's house was not a very good one. So he built a new wall on this side of it.
And then he built a new wall on that side of it.
You can see now that he had two nice rooms in his house, though not very large. Next he put in windows to look out of—one in this room —and one in that room.
Then he made a tall chimney on this side of his house.
And then he made a tall chimney on the other side of his house.
After that he started some grass beside his door, like this.
Not far away from Tommy's house lived a little girl named Sally;and there's anThat stands for Sally.
When Tommy had finished his house he thought he would like to go and tell Sally what he had been doing,so he came out of his door and walked along, this way, over to where she lived.
Sally was glad to see him, and he went into the kitchen and sat down and explained to her how he had built two new walls to his house and put in windows and made two tall chimneys, and how he had started the grass in front of his door. "And now, Sally," said he, "I want you to come over and see how well I've fixed things."
"I'll put on my bonnet and go right back with you," said Sally; but when she was ready to start she said, "We might go down cellar first and get some apples to eat on the way."
So they went down cellar, like this.
They got some apples, and then they came up outdoors by the hatchway, like this.
Now they started for Tommy's house, but the walking was bad, and they had gone only a few steps when they tumbled down, like this.
However, they were quickly up, like this.
And they walked along until they were nearly to Tommy's house when the tumbled again, like this.
And they were no sooner up on their feet, like this,
than they tumbled down once more, like this.
But they were nearly to Tommy's house now, and they got up and were going into the yard straight toward the door, like this,
—when Sally pointed toward the doorstep and cried out, "O-o-o-o-o-o-oh! See that big BLACK CAT!"
THE TALE OF A BLACK CAT
O
NCE there was a little boy named Tommy; and there's a . That stands for Tommy.
Tommy's house was not a very good one. So he built a new wall on this side of it.
And then he built a new wall on that side of it.
You can see now that he had two nice rooms in his house, though not very large. Next he put in windows to look out of—one in this room —and one in that room.
Then he made a tall chimney on this side of his house.
And then he made a tall chimney on the other side of his house.
After that he started some grass beside his door, like this.
Not far away from Tommy's house lived a little girl named Sally;and there's anThat stands for Sally.
When Tommy had finished his house he thought he would like to go and tell Sally what he had been doing,so he came out of his door and walked along, this way, over to where she lived.
Sally was glad to see him, and he went into the kitchen and sat down and explained to her how he had built two new walls to his house and put in windows and made two tall chimneys, and how he had started the grass in front of his door. "And now, Sally," said he, "I want you to come over and see how well I've fixed things."
"I'll put on my bonnet and go right back with you," said Sally; but when she was ready to start she said, "We might go down cellar first and get some apples to eat on the way."
So they went down cellar, like this.
They got some apples, and then they came up outdoors by the hatchway, like this.
Now they started for Tommy's house, but the walking was bad, and they had gone only a few steps when they tumbled down, like this.
However, they were quickly up, like this.
And they walked along until they were nearly to Tommy's house when the tumbled again, like this.
And they were no sooner up on their feet, like this,
than they tumbled down once more, like this.
But they were nearly to Tommy's house now, and they got up and were going into the yard straight toward the door, like this,
—when Sally pointed toward the doorstep and cried out, "O-o-o-o-o-o-oh! See that big BLACK CAT!"
这个一定要支持，违背楼主的意思了 很强大啊。
收藏了，谢谢了 好强大，支持! 楼主能辛苦一下把楼层标明吗？ 楼主太厉害了阿！！！ MEG & MOG
Helen Nicoll and Jan Pienkowski
Page 1
Once upon a time
there was a witch
called Meg
P2 – 3
At midnight
the owl hooted 3 times
and woke he up
She got out of bed
to dress for
the spell party
P4-5
she put on
her black stockings
her big black shoes
her long black cloak
and her tall black hat
P6-7
She went down the stairs to cook breakfast
(clip clop)
In the kitchen
lay her big
striped cat Mog
He was fast asleep
(ZZZ ZZZ ZZ ZZ)
P8 -9
She trod on Mog's tail
(Meeeow)
P10 -11
She took out of her cupboard
3 eggs
Bread
Cocoa
Milk
a kipper
Jam
She put it all in her cauldron
and stirred it up
(Bubble bubble)
P12-13
(MMMM)
(YUM YUM)
(PRRRR)
There was plenty of breakfast for everyone
P14 -15
At 1 o'clock
she got her broomstick
her cauldron
and a spider
and she flew up the chimney with Mog
P16-17
Up in the sky
She met her friends going
to the party
Bess
Jess
Tess and
Cress
P18-19
The landed on a hill
in the moonlight
to make the spell
Each of them
had brought something
to put in the cauldron
P20-21
This is what
the put in
a frog
a beetle
a worm
a bat
a spider
P22-23
(ABRACADABRA)
The all stirred the cauldron
as they chanted
their spell
Frog in a bog
Bat in a hat
Snap crackle pop
And fancy that
P24-25
(BOOM)
There was a flash and a bang
Something had gone wrong
P26 – 27
Bess, Jess,
Tess and Cress
all changed into mice
and Mog chased them
I'll have to change them back,
next Hallowe'en
The trouble with mum
本帖最后由 melaniezengxing 于 2012-3-7 08:32 编辑The trouble with mum is the hats she wears
At first the other kids gave me funny looks when she took me to my new school
she didn't seem to get on with the other parents.
they kept asking me where my dad was
mum says he's staying put until he stops going to the pub!
teacher asked us if our mums would make cakes for the schook governors tea
mum made some.
they were a diaster, but the kids thought they were brilliant!
they asked if they could come and play at my house,
i didn't know what they would think of it!
their parents said they couldn't come, but they came anyway.
they liked our pets
they met gran,
mum behaved very well,
we all went wild!
then their parents turned up and ruined everything
they told mum off.
mum was sad.
my new friends were fed up.
they said,"your mum's ok,but we are not allowed to come and play anymore."
then one day the school caught fire, we thought we were going to roast, mum beat all the fire engines.
she put out the fire before any of the other parents arrived.
they couldn't thank her enough.
now we all go wild at my house.
楼主你真太强悍了 Hopper Hunts for Spring by MarcusPfister; translated by Rosemary Lanning
Hopper Hunts for Springby MarcusPfister; translated by Rosemary Lanning
“Wake up, Hopper,”said his Mama.“The snow is beginning to melt. Spring is coming at last.”
“Oh, great!” said Hopper excitedly. “Someone new to play with. I'll go and meet him.”
Before his mother could explain that Spring isn't a person, Hopper was bounding away across the thin carpet of snow.
The snow had started to melt and blades of grass were pushing through it, reaching for the sun. In one place, where the snow had completely melted, Hopper found a hole next to a heap of earth.
“Hello! Is anyone at home?” hecalled.
“Maybe this is where Spring lives,” thought Hopper, squeezing himself into the hole. Inside, a dark tunnel sloped down into the earth. Hopper crept slowly down the tunnel. He couldn't see anything in the dark. Then he bumped into something soft.
“Hello,” said Hopper. “You must be Spring. What are you doing in this tunnel?”
“Spring? Me?” said a voice.“No, I'm a mole and this is my tunnel. What are you doing her?”
“I'm looking for Spring.”
“I don't know where Spring lives,” said the mole as they crawled out into the open air, “but his home must be larger than this. Try the big cave on the other side of the forest....”
“Good-bye, mole, and thank you,”said Hopper, scampering eagerly away.
Hopper soon found the cave. He peeped nervously inside. Near the back was something big and brown. What could it be?
“Wake up, Spring! It's me,Hopper. Mama and I are waiting for you.”
“Why must I wake up?” growled adeep voice. “Is winter over? Anyway, I'mnot Spring, my little friend.”
“Why not?”
“Well... because I'm a bear.”
“Why are you sleeping in this cave?” asked Hopper.
“I always sleep here in winter.When the first snow falls, I crawl inside and don't wake up until Spring comes.”
Hopper thought for a minute. Then he said, “My Mama says Spring is coming today. Do you know where he live? I want to go and meet him.”
The bear ambled up to the mouth ofthe cave and sniffed the air.
“You're right. It does smell of Spring. And if I'm not mistaken, the smell is coming from up there,in that tree. Perhaps that's where Spring lives.”
They ran over to the tree.
“Wait here,” said the bear. “I'll take a look.” The bear clambered nimbly into the branches. Then he put one paw into a hole in the trunk.
“Honey!” he said, smacking his lips. “The perfect breakfast. I'm hungry after that long sleep.Spring doesn't seem to live here, though.”
The bear climbed down again. Meanwhile, Hopper had started to fell hungry too. They sat down together and licked the delicious honey from the bear's paw.
“I'm not going to look for Spring anymore,” sighed Hopper. “I'm too tired. We'll just have to wait until he comes.”
“Let me take you home,” said the bear kindly. “I need to stretch my legs. They are stiff from a whole winter's sleep. Come on, little one, climb onto my back and make yourself comfortable.”
Night was falling when they found Mama hare.
“There you are, Hopper,” she said. “I was getting worried.”
“I didn't find Spring, Mama. He wasn't in the hole in the ground, or the bear's cave, or the hollow tree. I don't know where he's hiding.”
“But Hopper, you can't go out and meet Spring,” his Mama said softly. “Spring isn't an animal. It's just the time of year when the air gets warmer, the snow melts and the flowers start to bloom.”
“Oh,” said Hopper, disappointed.
“Don't be sad. You did find a new friend,” said his mother.
Hopper crept close to Mama and waved good-bye to the bear. “Come back soon,” he called after him. “We can play together all through the Spring.”
And Then in a Twinkling
AndThen in a Twinkling
转眼间
1标题页
AndThen in a Twinkling
illustratedbyBECKYKELLY
转眼间
贝基.凯利 绘画
2 （互送书时的签名）
To:
From:
送给：
敬上：
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4 AndThen in a Twinkling
IllustratedbyBECKYKELLY
Written by Patrick Regan
Andrews McMeel Publishing
Kansas City
转眼间
贝基.凯利 绘画
帕特里克.李根 著
美国安德鲁斯迈克密尔联合公司 出版
美国堪萨斯州
5 Thanks to the one
Who makes the Stars Twinkle
My heartfelt thanks to my Editor,Jean Lowe
A truly Creative Visionary
And to Patrick Regan
For his Inspirational Writing
Special Thanks to the team that put it all together!
感谢那些心中闪耀着希望之光的人
衷心的感谢我的编辑
一位真正的有创造力的幻想家
还有帕特里克.李根
和他充满灵性的作品
特别感谢这只团队！
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7 AndThen in a Twinkling
转眼间
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9 It seems only days
since kids yelled with delight,
似乎万圣节刚刚过去，自从孩子们高兴地叫喊着，
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11 on a door-to-door journey through the autumn twilight.
在秋天的黄昏里从这家串到那家。
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13 And then, in a twinkling…
December is here-
然后，转眼间…
十二月就到了-
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15 There’s frost on the pumpkin;
old songs fill the air.
南瓜都结了霜；
古老的歌曲声回荡在空中。
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17 So haul out the holly…
And deck all the halls…
于是，拖运着冬青树…
装扮着所有的大厅…
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19 and start the list-making…
And visit the malls.
开始按清单购物…
逛遍所有商场。
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21 But while’ midst all the hubbub
Of holiday haste，
但是，当我们沉浸在节日的忙碌和喧闹声中，
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23 don’t neglect to reflect
on what Christmas is based.
可不要忘记圣诞节的由来。
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25 And then, in a twinkling…
The magic comes back.
转眼间…
魔力回来啦。
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27 The true meaning of Christmas
can’t be purchased or packed.
圣诞节的真正意义
不是购物和包装礼物。
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29 For Christmas brings goodness,
redemption and light
因为，圣诞节带来仁慈，救赎，光明，
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31 and helps reconnect us
to all that is right.
和帮助把我们再次连在一起才是本义。
（和帮助才能让我们回复本真。）
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33 So don’t miss the wonder
While lost in to-dos，
所以，当我们沉浸在喧嚣中，
可不要错过生活里的奇迹，
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35 because , in a twinkling…
This day will be through.
因为，转眼间…
奇妙时光就结束了。
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37 So open your heart
And be of good cheer，
所以，说出你的心里话
打起精神，振作起来，
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39for now,in a twinkling…
It’s Christmas , my dear!
现在，眨眼间…
圣诞节到了，亲爱的！
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41封底
Becky Kelly
贝基.凯利
<My Favorite Things> 我最喜欢的东西
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.
Brown Paper packages tied up with strings,
There are a few of my favorite things.
玫瑰花瓣上的露珠和小花猫的胡须
锃亮的铜水壶和温暖的羊毛手套
系着绳子的牛皮纸小包裹
是我最喜欢的
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
Doorbell and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles,
WAild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
There are a few of my favorite things.
奶油色的小马驹和松脆的苹果馅果卷
门铃声、雪橇铃声和盖满炸小牛肉片的面条
搧动着翅膀 飞过月亮的野天鹅
是我最喜欢的
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into springs,
There are a few of my favorite things.
穿着系蓝色缎带的白裙女孩儿
落在我鼻尖和睫毛上的小雪花
银色的冬天融化成绿色的春天
是我最喜欢的
When the dog bites ,when the bee stings ,when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remenber my favorire things And then I don't feel so bad.
当我不小心被狗咬到，被蜜蜂蛰到，当我感到难过的时候，
我只要一想到我最喜欢的这些东西，
我就不感觉那么难过了。
Hopper Hunts for Spring by MarcusPfister; translated by Rosemary Lanning
Hopper Hunts for Springby MarcusPfister; translated by Rosemary Lanning
“Wake up, Hopper,”said his Mama.“The snow is beginning to melt. Spring is coming at last.”
“Oh, great!” said Hopper excitedly. “Someone new to play with. I'll go and meet him.”
Before his mother could explain that Spring isn't a person, Hopper was bounding away across the thin carpet of snow.
The snow had started to melt and blades of grass were pushing through it, reaching for the sun. In one place, where the snow had completely melted, Hopper found a hole next to a heap of earth.
“Hello! Is anyone at home?” hecalled.
“Maybe this is where Spring lives,” thought Hopper, squeezing himself into the hole. Inside, a dark tunnel sloped down into the earth. Hopper crept slowly down the tunnel. He couldn't see anything in the dark. Then he bumped into something soft.
“Hello,” said Hopper. “You must be Spring. What are you doing in this tunnel?”
“Spring? Me?” said a voice.“No, I'm a mole and this is my tunnel. What are you doing her?”
“I'm looking for Spring.”
“I don't know where Spring lives,” said the mole as they crawled out into the open air, “but his home must be larger than this. Try the big cave on the other side of the forest....”
“Good-bye, mole, and thank you,”said Hopper, scampering eagerly away.
Hopper soon found the cave. He peeped nervously inside. Near the back was something big and brown. What could it be?
“Wake up, Spring! It's me,Hopper. Mama and I are waiting for you.”
“Why must I wake up?” growled adeep voice. “Is winter over? Anyway, I'mnot Spring, my little friend.”
“Why not?”
“Well... because I'm a bear.”
“Why are you sleeping in this cave?” asked Hopper.
“I always sleep here in winter.When the first snow falls, I crawl inside and don't wake up until Spring comes.”
Hopper thought for a minute. Then he said, “My Mama says Spring is coming today. Do you know where he live? I want to go and meet him.”
The bear ambled up to the mouth ofthe cave and sniffed the air.
“You're right. It does smell of Spring. And if I'm not mistaken, the smell is coming from up there,in that tree. Perhaps that's where Spring lives.”
They ran over to the tree.
“Wait here,” said the bear. “I'll take a look.” The bear clambered nimbly into the branches. Then he put one paw into a hole in the trunk.
“Honey!” he said, smacking his lips. “The perfect breakfast. I'm hungry after that long sleep.Spring doesn't seem to live here, though.”
The bear climbed down again. Meanwhile, Hopper had started to fell hungry too. They sat down together and licked the delicious honey from the bear's paw.
“I'm not going to look for Spring anymore,” sighed Hopper. “I'm too tired. We'll just have to wait until he comes.”
“Let me take you home,” said the bear kindly. “I need to stretch my legs. They are stiff from a whole winter's sleep. Come on, little one, climb onto my back and make yourself comfortable.”
Night was falling when they found Mama hare.
“There you are, Hopper,” she said. “I was getting worried.”
“I didn't find Spring, Mama. He wasn't in the hole in the ground, or the bear's cave, or the hollow tree. I don't know where he's hiding.”
“But Hopper, you can't go out and meet Spring,” his Mama said softly. “Spring isn't an animal. It's just the time of year when the air gets warmer, the snow melts and the flowers start to bloom.”
“Oh,” said Hopper, disappointed.
“Don't be sad. You did find a new friend,” said his mother.
Hopper crept close to Mama and waved good-bye to the bear. “Come back soon,” he called after him. “We can play together all through the Spring.”
楼主啊，您这么辛苦，但是忽略了我们所有人的建议，也没挣到任何贝贝，请认真看一下大家的请求吧~~~谢谢 这是什么？网页版？ 收藏了1111
wow,太棒了，可是真的不好下载也不便查找 太厉害了，谢谢 哇，这个工程好浩大，辛苦了。
maiduo于2012-3-12 10:31补充以下内容：
哇，这个工程好浩大，辛苦了。 这么多，太给力了 资料很丰富 The 100th Day of School
by Angela ShelfMedearis, Illustrated by Joan Holub
In school, we work,
we learn, we play.
We count up to a special day.
We mark the calendar
as a rule.
Today is it--
the 100th day of school!
On the 100th day,
we shout hooray!
Then we do everything
the 100 way.
We count to 100
and from 100 to one.
Saying 100 numbers
is so much fun!
We learn 100 words
for the spelling bee.
We put 100 bows on a little tree.
We jump 100 times
to a jumping song.
We draw a snake
100 inches long.
We put 100 cans
in the recycling bin,
and 100 newpapers
in ten stacks of ten.
We plant 100 seeds.
There are two in each cup.
Plants need sun.
We line the fifty cups up.
We make special hats
with 100 stars.
We take 100 pennies
from our penny jars.
We buy 100 balloons
at the store.
There are twenty-five of us.
We each get four.
We bake 100 cookies
on five pans of twenty.
We can all share
because we have plenty.
Now it's time for our party!
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
We've been in school
100 days!
dinosaur dinosaur
dinosaur dinosaur文本
a long time ago
there were dinosaurs.
there were dinosaurs with horns
and dinosaurs with spikes
there were dinosaurs with clubs on the tails
and dionsaurs with armored plates.
there were dinosaurs with sails on their backs.
there were dinosaurs with long sharp claws and long sharp teeth
and dionsaurs with long long necks and long long tails,
there were big dinosaurs and small dinosaurs.
there were fierce dinosaurs
and scared dinosaurs.
there were hungry dinosaurs
and very tired and very, very sleepy dinosaurs
dinosaurs, dinosaurs,a long time ago
MEG & MOG
Helen Nicoll and Jan Pienkowski
Page 1
Once upon a time
there was a witch
called Meg
P2 – 3
At midnight
the owl hooted 3 times
and woke he up
She got out of bed
to dress for
the spell party
P4-5
she put on
her black stockings
her big black shoes
her long black cloak
and her tall black hat
P6-7
She went down the stairs to cook breakfast
(clip clop)
In the kitchen
lay her big
striped cat Mog
He was fast asleep
(ZZZ ZZZ ZZ ZZ)
P8 -9
She trod on Mog's tail
(Meeeow)
P10 -11
She took out of her cupboard
3 eggs
Bread
Cocoa
Milk
a kipper
Jam
She put it all in her cauldron
and stirred it up
(Bubble bubble)
P12-13
(MMMM)
(YUM YUM)
(PRRRR)
There was plenty of breakfast for everyone
P14 -15
At 1 o'clock
she got her broomstick
her cauldron
and a spider
and she flew up the chimney with Mog
P16-17
Up in the sky
She met her friends going
to the party
Bess
Jess
Tess and
Cress
P18-19
The landed on a hill
in the moonlight
to make the spell
Each of them
had brought something
to put in the cauldron
P20-21
This is what
the put in
a frog
a beetle
a worm
a bat
a spider
P22-23
(ABRACADABRA)
The all stirred the cauldron
as they chanted
their spell
Frog in a bog
Bat in a hat
Snap crackle pop
And fancy that
P24-25
(BOOM)
There was a flash and a bang
Something had gone wrong
P26 – 27
Bess, Jess,
Tess and Cress
all changed into mice
and Mog chased them
I'll have to change them back,
next Hallowe'en
Harry and the Lady Next Door
The Party
Harry was a white dog
with black spots.
He loved all his neighbors,
all except one.
He did not love the lady next door.
The lady next door sang.
She sang high and loud.
When she sang, Harry's ears hurt.
She sang higher
than the peanut whistle.
When she sang, the peanut man
put his hands over his ears.
She sang louder
than the siren on the fire engine.
When she sang, the firemen
put their hands over their ears.
She snag higher and louder
than the cats sang.
When she sang, the cats ran away.
Harry tried everything to make her stop.
He howled under her window.
His friends howled too.
But it did not do any good.
The lady next door went on singing.
She sang higher and louder than ever.
One day Harry's family gave a party.
They invited the lady next door.
She came with her music.
When she started to sing,
Harry almost bit her leg.
But he bit the leg of the piano instead.
The family sent Harry
out of the room.
"You are a bad dog,"
they said.
Harry just wagged his tail.
As he walked to the door
some people said,
"Poor Harry."
But others whisperd,
"The lucky dog!"
When Harry pushed the door open
the wind blew in.
It blew the pages of music off the piano.
They blew all around the room.
Everyone tried to catch the music
but no one could.
The pages blew out the door
and into the garden.
They blew over the the fence
and uup into the trees.
Harry caught some of the pages
but he did not bring them back.
He ran away with them.
HARRY'S FIRST TRY
He ran until he came to a quiet spot.
He dropped the music and lay down.
Soon he fell asleep.
In a little while,
something woke Harry up.
All around him were cows mooing.
They mooed very low notes.
Harry listened.
He thought the cows
made beautiful music.
He had never heard anything
so soft and low.
He wished the lady next door
would sing like the cows.
Suddenly Harry had an idea.
He rounded up all the cows.
He barked at their heels.
Down the road they went.
Harry barked and the cows mooed.
They ran on and on.
They ran down the main street of town.
They passed the school, the library
and the fire house.
When they came to Harry's house
the lady was still singing.
Harry ran ahead and stopped the cows.
They went on mooing.
They mooed and mooed and mooed.
They all mooed soft and low.
The cows mooed for a long time
but it did not do any good.
The lady next door went on singing.
She sang higher and louder than ever.
Harry's family called the man
who owned the cows.
He came and took them home.
That night,
Harry slept in the dog house.
HARRY'S SECOUND TRY
The next day
the lady next door sang some more.
Harry's ears hurt more than ever.
He wnet forwalk.
After he had walked for a long time
he heard a wonderful sound.
"Oompah! Oompah! Oompah! Oompah!"
It was low and lovely.
Then Harry saw what it was.
It was the big horn
in the Firemen's Band.
The big horn was even softer and lower
than ccows mooing.
Harry walked along listening.
He wished the lady next door
would sing like the big horn.
Then he saw the leader of the band.
The leader threw his stick into the air.
Harry watched.
Suddenly he had an idea.
The next time
the stick went into the air,
Harry caught it.
Harry ran in front of the band.
The leader ran after Harry---
and the band ran after the leader.
Soon the leader was all out of breath.
He stopped running.
But the band ran after Harry.
The men played as they ran.
Harry led them all
down the main street of town.
They passed the school, the library
and the fire house.
Harry stopped the band
in front of the lady's house.
She was still singing.
The big horn player played
even softer and lower than before.
He blew and blew and blew
right under her window.
But it did not do any good.
The lady next door went on singing.
She sang higher and louder than ever.
When the leader got there
he had Harry's family with him.
Harry gave the stick back.
That night,
he slept in the dog house again.
THE CONTEST
A few nights after that,
the family took Harry to the park.
They were going to hear
the Firemen's Band.
The family knew that Harry liked
the big horn.
They got to the park and sat dodwn.
A light shone on the stage.
The people were quiet.
They waited for the music to begin.
Harry closed his eyes and listened.
He waited for the big horn.
He waited for the soft, low notes.
But the low notes never came.
Instead, a man came out.
"Good evening, friends," he said.
"The band will not play tonight.
The big horn player is all out of breath.
Instead, we shall have a singing contest.
And here are the ladies who will sing."
Everyone clapped
when the ladies came out.
On the end of the line
was the lady next door.
Harry took one look
and ran off.
He was almost out of the park
when he heard something.
"Blurp Blurp."
"Blurp Blurp."
It was low and beautiful.
Harry stopped and listened.
It was even softer and lower
than the cows and the big horn.
He wished the lady next door
would sing like this.
Then he saw where the sound came from.
It came from inside a watering can.
Suddenly Harry had an idea.
He took the handle of the can
in his mouth.
Then he ran with it.
When he got back to the bandstand,
he walked quietly up the stairs.
The lady next door was singing.
Harry put the watering can
on the floor behind her.
Soon the lady sang a very high note.
Then something happened.
Two frogs jumped out of the can.
One jumped on the lady's head.
The other jumped on her shoulder.
The other ladies in the contest
shrieked and ran from the stage.
But the lady next door went on singing.
She sang higher and louder than ever.
When she finished her song,
everyone shouted, "Hooray!"
The judges whispered together.
Then one of them spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said.
"The other ladies in the contest
have all gone home.
So the lady next door wins
the singing contest!
She is a brave lady.
She wins First Prize.
It means she can study music
in a far-off country
for a long time!"
Everyone clapped and clapped.
Harry barked and barked.
He was the happiest of all.
In the middle of all the fuss
the frogs hopped home.
Soon the time came
for the lady next door
to go away.
Harry went to the ship
with the famiy
to see her off.
"Good-bye! Good-bye!" everyone shouted.
Harry wagged his tail.
The lady next door started to sing
a good-bye song.
But no one ever heard her.
Just as she sang the first note
the ship blew its foghorn.
It was a deep, low, wonderful sound.
As the ship moved away from the dock,
other boats blew their foghorns too.
Harry thought it was
the most beautiful good-bye song
he had ever heard.
Angelo 鸽子的天使
As Angelo cleared away the tangle of sticks and feathers left along the ledges of the old church by generation of thoughtless pigeons, he peered into every nook and cranny looking for cracks. They would all have to be repaired before he could apply a new coat of stucco.
At first he mistook her for just another abandoned nest.
“What’s this?” He moved in for a closer look. She was small, barely breathing.
“What are you doing here?” He tried coaxing her with the end of his broom.
“Come on. You can’t stay there. I’ve got work to do.”
But she did stay there, so he worked around her.
At the end of the day, he scooped the helpless creature up in his hat and set off for home, hoping to find someplace to leave her along the way. He was still carrying her when he reached his own front door.
“Okay. Just one night,” he grumbled. “But you sleep on the terrace.”
When he noticed a large cat cleaning its paws on a nearby roof, he brought her back into the apartment.
“Mamma mia! I restore walls, not pigeons.”
He continued complaining as he made her bed.
In spite of the demands of his work, not to mention his professional dislike for pigeons, Angelo soon found himself devoting all his time to her recovery.
When she was strong enough, he started taking her to work.
On sunny weekends he drover her out into the countryside to recuperate among the ancient ruins and majestic pines.
In the evenings, he introduced her to his favorite music.
With this kind of attention, it wasn’t long before she was completely recovered. One morning after breakfast, as he left for the church, she disappeared over the rooftops.
Angelo loved his work. With wet plaster and a few simple tools, he had spent his whole life making crumbling walls smooth again and bringing even the most weathered pieces of sculpture back to life.
She was just beginning her career in the performing arts - as actress in one of the more popular piazzas.
From time to time, she would stop by and watch Angelo work. After a few months she realized that he was slowing down. It was taking him longer to mix the stucco and he seemed to be resting more often.
One afternoon, she paid him a visit. The old man looked tired and worried and at first he didn’t recognize her.
Then she cooed.
“Hey. Is that you, Bird? I suppose you want your ledge back, eh?”
She cooed again,
“Well, I’ll tell you. I don’t know whether this wall is getting bigger or I’m getting smaller but I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever see it finished.”
Shaking his head, he picked up a small brush and went back to cleaning between the toes of an evangelist. She stayed with him for the rest of the afternoon to coo encouragement. So he worked around her.
She showed up again the following day and every day after that to help. As the temperature rose, she fanned him with her wings. When he looked particularly weary, she carried his handkerchief to a nearby fountain and soaked it the cool water. From time to time, Angelo would interrupt his work to explain some of the finer points of his craft.
At lunchtime, she and a few friends provided entertainment. The longer Angelo sat and rested, the better he would work in the afternoons.
Also, the more crumbs he dropped.
Even with her help, however, there still didn’t seem to be enough hours in the day. Before long, they were working right through lunch.
Fortunately, they had their weekends to rest. One Saturday, while heading out to the countryside, Angelo made an announcement.
“My friend, it is time you had a name and I have been giving the matter considerable thought. Since I found you on a Wednesday, I have decided to call you ‘Wednesday.’
“’M-e-r-c-o-l-el-d-I,’” he said slowly and proudly.
His suggestion was greeted with absolute silence,
“Okay. How about Sylvia?”
That evening as Sylvia happily pecked her pasta, Angelo spoke at great length of his life, his career and his hope that this church would be his crowning achievement.
Week after week, month after month after month, the pair toiled side by side. The heat of summer gradually gave way to the cool winds of autumn and ultimately to the chill of winter. Some day were just too cold for mixing stucco.
After more than two years of grueling work, the end was at last in sight. But so too was another winter and Angelo was now moving very slowly. In order to finish before the cold weather returned, they gave up their much-loved visits to the countryside.
It was a warm November afternoon when Angelo finally applied the last coat of stucco to the cherubs in the high pediment. With a single confident stroke of the trowel, his work at last was complete.
To Sylvia’s surprise, however, he now seemed more worried than ever. At dinner that evening, she did everything she could do to cheer him up. But, the harder she tried, the more he just stared into his linguini.
Finally, after a long silence, he spoke.
“Plasterers don’t live forever, you know. This place has become your home. Where will you go when I’m gone? How will I know you’re safe?”
He continued staring at his linguini until suddenly:
“Of course! That’s it!”
He grabbed his hat and coat and a flashlight.
“Wait here, Sylvia.”
The sun was just beginning to rise when Angelo eventually returned. He was exhausted and looked older than ever. But as they fell into their favorite chair, she saw that for the first time in months he was happy. That afternoon, workers began removing the scaffolding from the front of the church.
When Angelo didn’t show up to see his work revealed, the men knew something was wrong.
They found him lying on his bed surrounded by a tangle of sticks and feathers.
The day Angelo was carried into the church, every detail of the old building looked like new. Only one of them truly was.
Far above the street and between the cherubs sat a perfect single-family nest. To make sure that it could never be swept away, Angelo had shaped every stick and every feather of Sylvia’s new home out of stucco. From it she could easily see beyond the rooftops and domes of the city to the distant countryside with its ancient tombs and majestic pines.
Many years later, when the church once again required some attention, a pair of young plasterers came upon Angelo’s beautiful nest. It was still in perfect condition. In the nest were a few feathers and what appeared to be the remains of an old hat.
Neither plasterer touched a thing.
Harry and the Bucketful of Dinosaurs
Harry and the Bucketful of Dinosaurs
By Ian Whybrow; Adrian Reynolds
Nan thought the attic needed a clear out.
She let Harry help.
Harry found an old box all covered with dust.
He lifted the lid … DINOSAURS!
Harry took the dinosaurs downstairs.
He unbent the bent ones.
He fixed all the broken ones.
He got up on a chair and washed them in the sink.
Nan came to see and say, "Just what do you think you’re up to?"
"Dinosaurs don’t like boxes," Harry said. "They want to be in a bucket."
Sam came in from watching TV.
She said it was stupid, fussing over so much junk.
"Dinosaurs aren't junk," Harry said.
The next day,Harry went to the library with Mum.
He took the dinosaurs in their bucket.
He found out all the names in a book and told them to the dinosaurs.
He spoke softly to each one.
He whispered,
"You are my Scelidosaurus."
"You are my Stegosaurus."
"You are my Triceratops."
And there were enough names for all the Apatosauruses and Anchisauruses and Tyranosauruses.
The dinosaurs said, "Thank you, Harry."
They said it very quietly, but just loud enough for Harry to hear.
After that, the donosaurus went everywhere in Harry's bucket.
They went to the garden centre.
They went to the beach.
When Harry had a bath, the dinosaurus had a barh.
When Harry went to bed, the dinosaurus went to bed.
Sometimes they got left behind.
But they never got lost for long because Harry knew all their names.
And he always called out their names, just to make sure they were safe.
One day, Harry went on a train with Nan.
He was so excited, he forgot all about the bucket.
Nan dried his eyes.
"Never mind," she said.
"I'll buy you a nice new DVD."
Harry watched the DVD with Sam.
It was nice, but not lije the dinosaurus.
At bedtime, Harry said to Mum, "I like DVDs. But I like my dinosaurus better because you can fix them, you can bath them, you can take them to bed. And best of all,you can say their names."
Harry was still upset at breakfast next morning.
Sam said, "Dusty old junk!"
That was why Sam's book got milk on it.
Nan took Harry to his room to settle down.
Later Nan took Harry back to the train station to see the Lost Property Man.
The man said, "Dinosaurus? Yes we have found some dinosaurus.
But how do we know they are your dinosaurus?"
Harry said,"I will close my eyes and call their names.Then you will know."
And Harry closed his eyes and called the names.
He called,
"Come back my Scelidosaurus!"
"Come back my Stegosaurus!"
"Come back my Triceratops!"
He called, 'come back', to the Apatosauruses and the Anchisauruses and the Tyrannosauruses and all the lost old dinosaurus.
And when he opened his eyes ...
... there they were - all of them standing on the counter next to the bucket!
"All correct!"said the man.
"These are definately your dinosaurus.Definitely!"
And the dinosaurus whispered to Harry.
They whispered very quietly, but just loud enough for HArry to hear.
They said, "You are definitely our Harry,definitely!"
Going home from the station, Harry held the bucket very tight.
Nan said to the neighbour, "Our Harry likes those old dinosaurus."
"Definitely," whispered HArry.
"And my dinosaurus definitely like me!"
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A.day.in.a.City 一天中的城市
Early morning Rush hour The workday begins Midmorning Lunchtime
A rainy afternoon Evening Nighttime
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Table of Contents
Introduction
6:00 a.m. : Early morning
8:00 a.m. : Rush hour
9:00 a.m. : The workday begins 10
11:00 a.m. : Midmorning 12
1:00 p.m. : Lunchtime 14
4:00 p.m. : A rainy afternoon 16
7:30 p.m. : Evening 18
11:00 p.m. : Nighttime 20
Glossary 22
Learn More about Cities 23
A Closer Look 24
Index 24
THIS IS THE STORYof
a day in a city. All the pictures have exactly the
same view. But each one shows a different time
of day. Lots of things happen during this day.
Can you spot them all?
Some pictures have parts of the wall
This helps you see inside the buildings.
s taken away.
As you read, look for people who appear
throughout the day. For example, keep your eye on
one of the office workers. He never leaves his desk.
And watch for the burglar wearing a mask. His day
doesn’t turn out the way he planned. Think about
what stories these people might tell about living in a city.
You can follow all the action in the city from morning to night. The
clock on each right-hand page tells you what time it is.
The city is filled with action all day long. Shoppers,
students, and workers come and go. The cats and
dogs in the neighborhood have a busy day too.
There’s always something new to find!
Can you
find . . .
a sleepwalker?
Early in the morning, most people are
asleep. But a few are out and about
already. A dog enjoys chasing two early-
morning runners. The street cleaners are
at work. One poor man has been working
in his office all night. Another night worker,
a burglar, is just returning home. He had a
busy night robbing people’s houses.
Can you
find . . .
a newsstand?
the burglar?
Traffic fills the streets. Everyone is on
the move. Men and women travel to work.
Children make their way to school. Two cars
have an accident on the corner. The crash
blocks traffic. Meanwhile, people selling
goods set up tables at the market. Workers
clean up the theater and the museum. A
cleaner at the museum does not notice some
strange things happening behind her back.
Can you
find . . .
a break-dancer?
an office worker?
a motor scooter?
The working day has begun. At school,
the first class is starting. The shops are
open for business. A rehearsal begins at
the theater. The office workers are at their
desks. Above them, two sculptors are
forming something from gray clay. What
will it be? Outside, the traffic has snarled to
a halt. A truck is towing one of the crashed
cars. Some roadwork has also started.
Can you
find . . .
an artist?
some balloons?
road repair?
At midmorning, the city streets are still
busy. People buy food and clothes at the
market. New suits arrive at the clothing
shop. The museum has opened to visitors.
One boy is sure he saw the caveman move.
The road workers have broken open a water
pipe. Water sprays everywhere! The burglar,
meanwhile, gets ready to go to bed.
Can you
find . . .
a museum guide?
a motorcycle rider?
a garbage can?
some actors?
Time for lunch! The students are allowed
to leave school. Most of the office workers
take a break. Customers fill the cafe. But
the weather is taking a turn for the worse.
The sky is darkening. The first raindrops
fall. A few people take out their umbrellas.
Suddenly, a thief grabs somebody’s bag
in the market. People chase the thief.
Meanwhile, the burglar is fast asleep.
Can you
find . . . a spider? a TV cameraman? a man falling? an umbrella? some dancers?
Later in the afternoon, the rain is pouring
down. Most people huddle under umbrellas.
But one couple decides to dance! School has
finished for the day. The office workers have
a small party. In the museum, a television
reporter interviews the boy who saw the
caveman move. While the burglar sleeps,
another burglar sneaks into his apartment!
Can you
find . . . a cat? a skateboarder?
It is early evening. The rain has stopped.
People arrive at the theater. They find
their seats and wait for the performance
to start. An art class takes place in the
school. Some children skateboard in the
empty marketplace. Everyone has left the
museum. The exhibits can move freely! The
burglar wakes up to discover his bag of
stolen goods is gone.
a streetlight?
an art class?
some theatergoers?
Can you
find . . . a bat? a bicyclist? a sculpture? a taxi?
It is late. The play is over. People are on
their way home. Only people walking their
dogs and a few dancing men are still on the
streets. The office worker falls asleep at his
desk. The sculptors in the apartment above
celebrate. Their whale is finished! One of
the museum workers finally sees the moving
caveman. Some people leaving the theater
catch the burglar. Another busy day in the
city has ended!
a man
walking his dog?
Glossary
burglar: a person who breaks into buildings or homes and
steals things
caveman: a human who lived in a cave long, long ago
rehearsal: a practice for a performance
sculptors: people who make sculptures
sculpture: something carved or shaped from clay, stone, metal,
wood, or another material
sleepwalker: a person who gets out of bed and walks while sleeping
taxi: a car with a driver whom people pay to
drive them where they want to go
theatergoers: people who go to the theater to
see a play or other performance
A Closer Look
This book has a lot to find. Did you see people who showed up again
and again? Think about what these people did and saw during the year.
If these people kept journals, what would they write? A journal is a book
with blank pages where people write down their thoughts. Have you ever kept
a journal? What did you write about?
Try making a journal for one of the characters in this book. You will need
a pencil and a piece of paper. Choose your character. Give your character a
Write the name of the time at the top of the page. Underneath, write
about the character’s life during that time. Pretend you are the character. What
do you do all day long? Is your life hard or easy? Why? What have you noticed
about the other people in the city? Have you seen anything surprising? What?
Don’t worry if you don’t know how to spell every word. You can ask a parent or
teacher for help if you need to. And be creative!