Green Eggs & Ham 绿鸡蛋和火腿
绿鸡蛋和火腿
I am Sam.I am Sam.Sam I am .That Sam-I-am!
Than Sam-I-am! I do not like that Sam-I-am!
Do you like green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,Sam-I-am. I do not likegreen eggs and ham.
Would you like themhere or there?
I would not like them here or there.
I would not like them anywhere.
I do not likegreen eggs and ham.I do not like them,Sam-I-am.
Would you like themin a house? Would you like themwith a mouse?
I do not like them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like themhere or there.
I do not like themanywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you eat themin a box?Would you eat themwith a fox?
Not in a box.Not with a fox. Not in a house.Not with a mouse.
I would not eat them here or there.I would not eat them anywhere.
I would not eat green eggs and ham.I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you? Could you? In a car?Eat them! Eat them!
Here they are. I would not, could not, in a car.
You may like them. You will see. You may like them in a tree!
I would not, could not in a tree. Not in a car! You let me be.
I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
A train! A train! A train! A train! Could you, would you, on a train?
Not on a train! Not in a tree! Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!
I would not, could not, in a box.I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not eat them with a mouse. I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat them here or there. I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not eat green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Say! In the dark? Here in the dark! Would you, could you, in the dark?
I would not, could not, in the dark. Would you, could you, in the rain? I would not, could not,
in the rain. Not in the dark. Not on a train. Not in a car. Not in a tree.
I do not like them, Sam, you see. Not in a house. Not in a box.
Not with a mouse. Not with a fox. I will not eat them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere! You do not likegreen eggs and ham?
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Could you, would you, with a goat? I would not, could not, with a goat!
Would you, could you, on a boat? I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat. I will not eat them in the rain.
I will not eat them on a train. Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be! I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox. I will not eat them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse. I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them ANYWHERE!I do not like green eggsand ham!
I do not like them, Sam-I-am. You do not like them. So you say.
Try them! Try them! And you may. Try them and you may, I say.
Sam! If you will let me be, I will try them. You will see.
Say! I like green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat. And I would eat them with a goat...
And I will eat them in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree. They are so good, so good, you see!
So I will eat them in a box. And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house. And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!
I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you!
Thank you, Sam-I-am!
Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel 迈克马力甘和他的蒸汽挖土机
Mike Mulligan had a Steam Shovel, a beautiful red steam shovel. Her name was Mary Anne. Mike Mulligan was very proud of Mary Anne. He always said that she could dig as much in a day as a hundred men could dig in a week, but he had never been quite sure that this was true.
Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne had been digging together for years and years. Mike Mulligan took such good care of Mary Anne she never grew old.
It was Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne and some others who dug the great canals for the big boats to sail through.
It was Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne and some others who cut through the high mountains so that trains could go through.
It was Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne and some others who lowered the hills and straightened the curves to make the long highways for the automobiles.
It was Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne and some others who smoothed out the ground and filled in the holes to make the landing fields for the airplanes.
And it was Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne and some others who dug the deep holes for the cellars of the tall skyscrapers of the big cities. When people used to stop and watch them, Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne used to dig a little faster and a little better. The more people stopped, the faster and better they dug. Some days they would keep as many as thirty-seven trucks busy taking away the dirt they had dug.
Then along came the new gasoline shovels and the new electric shovels and the new Diesel motor shovels and took all the jobs away from the steam shovels.
Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne were VERY SAD.
All the other steam shovels were being sold for junk, or left out in old gravel pits to rust and fall apart. Mike loved Mary Anne. He couldn't do that to her.
He had taken such good care of her that she could still dig as much in a day as a hundred men could dig in a week; at least he thought she could but he wasn't quite sure. Everywhere they went the new gas shovels and the new electric shovels and the new Diesel motor shovels had all the jobs.
No one wanted Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne any more. Then one day Mike read in newspaper that the town of Popperville was going to build a new town hall. 'We are going to dig the cellar of that town hall,' said Mike to Mary Anne, and off they started.
They left the canals and the railroads and the highways and the airports and the big cities where no one wanted them any more and went away out in the country.
They crawled along slowly up the hills and down the hills till they came to the little town of Popperville.
When they got there theyfound that the selectmen were just deciding who should dig the cellar for the new town hall. Mike Mulligan spoke to Henry B. Swap, one of the selectmen. 'I hears,' he said, 'that you are going to build a new town hall. Mary Anne and I will dig the cellar for you in just one day.' ' What!' said Mike, 'but Mary Anne can dig as much in a day as a hundred men can dig in a week.' Though he had never been quite sure that this was true. Then he added, 'If we can't do it, you won't have to pay.' Henry B. Swap thought that this would be an easy way to get part of the cellar dug for nothing, so he smiled in rather a mean way and gave the job of digging the cellar of the new town hall to Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne.
They started in early the next morning just as the sun was coming up. Soon a little boy came along. 'Do you think you will finish by sundown?' he said to Mike Mulligan. 'Sure,' said Mike, 'if you stay and watch us. We always work faster and better when someone is watching us.' So the little boy stayed to watch.
Then Mrs. McGillicuddy, Henry B. Swap, and the Town Constable came over to see what was happening, and they stayed to watch. Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne dug a little faster and a little better.
This gave the little boy a good idea. He ran off and told the postman with the morning mail, the telegraph boy on his bicycle, the milkman with his cart and horse, the doctor on his way home, and the farmer and his family coming into town for the day, and they all stopped and stayed to watch. That made Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne dig a little faster and a little better. They finished the first corner neat and square... but the sun was getting higher.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The Fire Department arrived. They had seen the smoke and thought there was a fire. Then the little boy said, 'Why don't you stay and watch?' So the Fire Department of Popperville stayed to watch Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne . When they heard the fire engine, the children in the school across the street couldn't keep their eyes on their lessons. The teacher called a long recess and the whole school came out to watch, That made Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne dig still faster and still better. They finished the second corner neat and square, but the sun was right up in the top of the sky.
Now the girl who answers the telephone called up the next towns of Bangerville and Bopperville and told them what was happening in Popperville. All the people came over to see if Mike Mulligan and his steam shovel could dig the cellar in just one day. The more people came, the faster Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne dug. But were only halfway through and the sun was beginning to go down. They finished the third corner... neat and square.
Never had Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne had so many people to watch them; never had they dug so fast and so well; and never had the sun seemed to go down so fast. 'Hurry, Mike Mulligan! Hurry! Hurry!' shouted the little boy. ' There's not much more time!' Dirt was flying everywhere, and the smoke and steam were so thick that the people could hardly see anything. But listen!
Bing! Bang! Crash! Slam!
Louder And Louder, Faster And Faster.
Then suddenly it was quiet. Slowly the dirt settled down. The smoke and steam cleared away, and there was the cellar all finished. Four corners... neat and square; four walls... straight down, and Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne at the bottom, and the sun was just going down behind the hill. 'Hurray!' shouted the people. 'Hurray for Mike Mulligan and his steam shovel! They have dug the cellar in just one day.'
Suddenly the little boy said, 'How are they going to get out?' 'That's right,' said Mrs McGillicuddy to Henry B. Swap. 'How is he going to get his steam shovel out?' Henry B. Swap didn't answer, but he smiled in rather a mean way. Then everybody said, 'How are they going to get out? 'Hi! Mike Mulligan! How are you going to get your steam shovel out?' Mike Mulligan looked around at the four square walls and four square corners, and he said, 'We've dug so fast and we've dug so well that we've quite forgotten to leave a way out!' Nothing like this had ever happened to Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne before, and they didn't know what to do.
Nothing like this had ever happened before in Popperville. Everybody started talking at once, and everybody had a different idea, and everybody thought that his idea was the best. They talked and they talked and they argued and they fought till they were worn out, and still no one knew how to get Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne out of the cellar they had dug. Then Henry B. Swap said,' The job isn't finished because Mary Mulligan won't get paid.' And he smiled again in a rather mean way.
Now the little boy, who had been keeping very quiet, had another good idea. He said,' Why couldn't we leave Mary Anne in the cellar and build the new town hall above her? Let her be the furnace for the new town hall and let Mike Mulligan be the janitor. Then you wouldn't have to buy a new furnace, and we could pay Mike Mulligan for digging the cellar in just one day.'
'Why not?' said Henry B. Swap, and smiled in a way that was not quite so mean. 'Why not?' said Mrs. McGillicuddy. 'Why not?' said the Town Constable. 'Why not?' said all the people. So they found a ladder and climbed down into cellar to ask Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne. 'Why not?' said Mike Mulligan. So it was decided, and everybody was happy. They built the new town hall right over Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne. It was finished before winter.
Every day the little boy goes over tosee Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne, and Mrs. McGillicuddy takes him nice hot apple pies. As for Henry B. Swap, he spends most of his time in the cellar of the new town hall listening to the stories that Mike Mulligan has to tell and smiling in a way that isn't mean at all. Now when you go to Popperville, be sure to go down in the cellar of the new town hall. There they'll be, Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne... Mike in his rocking chair smoking his pipe, and Mary Anne beside him, warming up the meetings in the new town hall.
The Gruffalo's Child 咕噜牛小妞妞
The Gruffalo's Child
by Julia Donaldson Illustrated by Axel Scheffler
The Gruffalo said that no grufflao should
Ever set Foot in the deep dark wood.
"Why not? Why not?" "Because if you do
The Big Bad Mouse will be after you.
I met hime once, " said the gruffalo,
"I met him a long long time ago."
" What does he look ***e? Tell us, Dad.
Is he terribly big and terribly bad?"
" I can't quite remember," the Gruffalo said.
The he thought for a minute and scratched his head.
" The Big Bad Mouse is terribly strong
And his scaly tail is terribly long.
His eyes are ***e pools of terrible fire
And his terrible whiskers are tougher than wire."
One snowy night when the Gruffalo snored
The Gruffalo's Child was feeling bored.
The Gruffalo's Child was feeling brave
So she tiptoed out of the gruffalo cave.
The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild.
Into the wood went the Gruffalo's Child.
Aha! Oho! Atrail in the snow!
Whose is this trail and where does it go?
A tail poked out of a logpile house.
Could this be the tail of the Big Bad Mouse?
Out slid the crea***e. His eyes were small
And he didn't have whiskers- no,none at all.
"You're not the Mouse." "Bit I," said the snake.
"He's down by the lake -eating gruffalo cake."
The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild.
"I'm not scared," said the Gruffalo's Child.
Aha! Oho! Marks in the snow!
Whose are these claw marks? Where do they go?
Two eyes gleamed out of a treetop house.
Could these be the eyes of the Big Bad Mouse?
Down flew the crea***e. his tail was short
And he didn't have whiskers of any sort.
"You'r not the Mouse." "Toowhoo,not I,
But he's somewhere nearby, eating gruffalo pie."
The snow fell fast and the wind blew wild.
"I'm not scared," said the Gruffalo's Child.
Aha! Oho! A track in the snow!
Whose is this track and where does it go?
Whiskers at last! And an underground house!
Could this be the home of the Big Bad Mouse?
Out slunk the crea***e. His eyes weren't fiery.
His tail wasn't scaly. His whiskers weren't wiry.
"You're not the Mouse." " Oh no, not me.
He's under a tree- drinking grufflao tea."
"It's all a trick!" said the Gruffalo's Child
As she sat on a stump where the snow ly piled.
"I don't believe in the Big Bad Mouse...
"But here ***es a little on, out of his house!
Not big, Not bad, but a mouse at least-
You'll taste good as a midnight feast."
"Wait!" said the mouse. "Before you eat,
There's a friend of mine that you ought to meet.
If you'll let me hop ono a hazel twig
I'll beckon my friend so bad an
Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears 为什么蚊子老在耳边
Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears.
by
Verna Aardema.
WHY MoSQUITOES BUZZ IN PEOPLE'S EARS.
One morning a mosquito saw an iguana drinking at
a waterhole. The mosquito said, "Iguana, you will never
believe what I saw yesterday."
"Try me," said the iguana.
The mosquito said, "I saw a farmer digging yams that
were almost as big as I am"
"What's a mosquito compared to a yam?" snapped the
iguana grumpily. "I would rather be deaf than listen to
such nonsense!" Then he stuck two sticks in his ears and
went off, mek, mek, mek, mek, through the reeds.
The iguana was still grumbling to himself when he
happened to pass by a python.
The big snake raised his head and said, "Good morning,
Iguana"
The iguana did not answer but lumbered on, bobbing
his head, badamin, badamin.
"Now, why won't he speak to me?" said the python to
himself. "Iguana must be angry about something. I'm
afraid he is plotting some mischief against me!" He be-
gan looking for somewhere to hide. The first likely place
he found was a rabbit hole, and in it he went, wasawusu,
wasawusu, wasawusu.
When the rabbit saw the big snake coming into her
burrow, she was terrified. She scurried out through her
back way and bounded, krik, krik, krik, across a clearing.
A crow saw the rabbit running for her life. He flew into
the forest crying kaa, kaa, kaa! It was his duty to spread
the alarm in case of danger.
A monkey heard the crow. He was sure that some
dangerous beast was prowling near. He began screeching
and leaping kili wili through the trees to help warn the
other animals.
As the monkey was crashing through the treetops, he
happened to land on a dead limb. It broke and fell on an
owl's nest, killing one of the owlets.
Mother Owl was not at home. For though she usually
hunted only in the night, this morning she was still out
searching for one more tidbit to satisfy her hungry babies.
When she returned to the nest, she found one of them
dead. Her other children told her that the monkey had
killed it. All that day and all that night, she sat in her tree
so sad, so sad, so sad!
Now it was Mother Owl who woke the sun each day
so that the dawn could come. But this time, when she
should have hooted for the sun, she did not do it.
The night grew longer and longer. The animals of the
forest knew it was lasting much too long. They feared
that the sun would never come back.
At last King Lion called a meeting of the animals. They
came and sat down, pem, pem, pem, around a council
fire.Mother Owl did not come, so the antelope was sent
to fetch her.
When she arrived, King Lion asked, "Mother Owl, why
have you not called the sun?The night has lasted long,
long, long, and everyone is worried."
Mother Owl said, "Monkey killed one of my owlets.
The king said to the gathered animals:
"Did you hear?
It was the monkey
who killed the owlet,
and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun
so that the day can come."
Then King Lion called the monkey.He came before
him nervously glancing from side to side, rim, rim, rim,
rim.
"Monkey," sand the King, "why did you kill one of Mother
Owl's babies?"
"Oh King,"said the monkey,"it was the crow's fault.He
was calling and calling to warn us of danger. And I went
leaping through the trees to help. A limb broke under
me, and it fell taaa on the owl's nest."
The king said to the council:
"So, it was the crow
who alarmed the monkey,
who killed the owlet-
and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun
so that the day can come."
Then the king called for the crow. That big bird came
flapping up. He said, "King Lion, it was the rabbit's fault!
I saw her running for her life in the daytime.Wasn't that
reason enough to spread an alarm?"
The King nodded his head and said to the council:
"So, it was the rabbit
who startled the crow,
who alarmed the monkey,
who killed the owlet-
and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun
so that the day can come."
Then King Lion called the rabbit.The timid little crea-
ture stood before him, one trembling paw drawn up
uncertainly.
"Rabbit," cried the king. "Why did you break a law of
nature and go running, running, running, in the daytime?"
"Oh King,"said the rabbit, "It was the python's fault.
I was in my house minding my own business when that
big snake came in and chased me out."
The king said to the council:
"So, it was the python
who scared the rabbit,
who startle the crow,
who alarmed the monkey,
who killed the owlet,
and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun
so that the day can come.
King Lion called the python, who came slitherin,
wasawusu, wasawusu, past the other animals."But,
King," he cried,"It was the iguana's fault! He wouldn't
speak to me.And I thought he was plotting some mis-
chief against me.When I crawled into the rabbit's hole, I
was only trying to hide,"
The king said to the council:
"So, it was the iguana
who frightened the python,
who scared the rabbit,
who startled the crow,
who alarmed the monkey,
who killed the owlet,
and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun
so that the day can come."
Now the iguana was not at the meeting.For he had
not heard the summons.
The antelope was sent to fetch him.
All the animals laughed when they saw the iguana
coming, badamin, badamin, with the sticks still stuck in
his ears!
King Lion pulled out the sticks, purup, purup.Then he
asked, "Iguana, what evil have you been plotting against
the python?"
"None! None at all!"cried the iguana. "Python is my
friend!"
"Then why wouldn't you say good morning to me?"
demanded the snake.
"I didn't hear you, or even see your!"said the iguana,
"Mosquito told me such a big lie, I couldn't bear to listen
to it.So I put sticks in my ears."
"Nge, nge, nge,"laughed the lion."So that's why you
had sticks in your ears!"
"Yes," said the iguana."It was the mosquito's fault,"
King Lion said to the council:
"So it was the mosquito
who annoyed the iguana,
who frightened the python,
who scared the rabbit,
who startled the crow,
who alarmed the monkey,
who killed the owlet,
and now Mother Owl won't wake the sun
so that the day can come."
"Punish the mosquito!Punish the mosquito!" cried all
the animals.
When Mother Owl heard that, she was satisfied. She
turned her head toward the east and hooted:"Hoo!
Hooooo! Hoooooooo!"
And the sun came up.
Meanwhile the mosquito had listened to it all from a
nearby bush. She crept under a curly leaf, semm, and
was never found and brought before the council.
But because of this the mosquito has a guilty con-
science. To this day she goes about whining in people's
ears: "Zeee! Is everyone still angry at me?"
When she does that, she gets an honest answer.
The Rainbow Fish 彩虹鱼
The Rainbow Fish
The Rainbow Fish
Marcus Pfister
A long way out in the deep blue sea there lived a fish. Not just an ordinary fish, but the most beautiful fish in the entire ocean. His scales were every shade of blue and green and purple, with sparkling silver scales among them.
The other fish were amazed at his beauty. They called him Rainbow Fish. “Come on, Rainbow Fish,” they would call. “Come and Play with us!” But the Rainbow Fish would just glide past, proud and silent, letting his scales shimmer.
One day, a little blue fish followed after him. “Rainbow Fish,” he called, “wait for me! Please give me one of your shiny scales. They are so wonderful, and you have so many.”
“ You want me to give you one of my special scales? Who do you think you are?” cried the Rainbow Fish. “Get away from me!”
Shocked, the little blue fish swam away. He was so upset, he told all his friends what had happened. From then on, no one would have anything to do with the Rainbow Fish. They turned away when he swam by.
What good were the dazzling, shimmering scales with no one to admire them? Now he was the loneliest fish in the entire ocean.
One day he poured out his troubles to the starfish. “ I really am beautiful. Why doesn’t anybody like me?”
“I can’t answer that for you,” said the starfish. “But if you go beyond the coral reef to a deep cave you will find the wise octopus. Maybe she can help you.”
The Rainbow Fish found the cave. It was very dark inside and he couldn’t see anything. Then suddenly two eyes caught him in their glare and the octopus emerged from the darkness.
“ I have been waiting for you,” said the octopus with a deep voice. “The waves have told me your story. This is my advice. Give a glittering scale to each of the other fish. You will no longer be the most beautiful fish in the sea, but you will discover how to be happy.”
“ I can’t…” the Rainbow Fish started to say, but the octopus had already disappeared into a dark cloud of ink.
Give away my scales? My beautiful shining scales? Never. How could I ever be happy without them?
Suddenly he felt the light touch of a fin. The little blue fish was back!
“Rainbow Fish, please, don’t be angry. I just want one little scale.”
The Rainbow Fish wavered. Only one very very small shimmery scale, he thought. Well, maybe I wouldn’t miss just one.
Carefully the Rainbow Fish pulled out the smallest scale and gave it to the little fish.
“Thank you! Thank you very much! The little blue fish bubbled playfully, as he tucked the shiny scale in among his blue ones.
A rather peculiar feeling came over the Rainbow Fish. For a long time he watched the little blue fish swim back and forth with his new scale glittering in the water.
The little blue fish whizzed through the ocean with his scale flashing, so it didn’t take long before the Rainbow Fish was surrounded by the other fish. Everyone wanted a glittering scale.
The Rainbow Fish shared his scales left and right. And the more he gave away, the more delighted he became. When the water around him filled with glimmering scales, he at last felt at home among the other fish.
Finally the Rainbow Fish had only one shining scale left. His most prized possessions had been given away, yet he was very happy.
“ Come on, Rainbow Fish,” they called. “Come and play with us!”
“ Here I come,” said the Rainbow Fish and, happy as a splash, he swam off to join his friends.
50 Below zero
In the middle of the night,Jason was asleep:zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz
He woke up!He heard a sound.He said,"What's that?What's that?What's that!"
Jason opened the door to the kitchen and there was his father,Who was walking in his sleep.He was sleeping on top of the refrigerator.Jason yelled,"PAPA,WAKE UP!"His father jumped up,ran around the kitchen three times and went back to bed.Jason said,"This house is going crraaazy!"And he went back to bed.Jason went to sleep:zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz
He woke up!He heard a sound.He said,"What's that?What's that?What's that!"
He opened the door to the kitchen.No one was there.He opened the door to the bathroom and there was his father,sleeping in the bathtub.Jason yelled,"PAPA,WAKE UP!"His father jumped up,ran around the bathroom three times and went back to bed.Jason said,"This house is going crraaazy!"But he was too tired to do anything about it,so he went back to bed.Jason was asleep:zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz
He woke up!He heard a sound.He said,"What's that?What's that?What's that!"
He opened the door to the kitchen.No one was there.He opened the door to the bathroom.No one was there.He opened the door to the garage and there was his father.sleeping on top of the car.Jason yelled,"PAPA,WAKE UP!"His father jumped up,ran around the car three times and went back to bed.Jason said,"This house is going crraaazy!"But he was too tired to do anything about it,so he went back to bed.
Jason was asleep:zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz
He woke up!He heard a sound.He said,"What's that?What's that?What's that!"
He opened the door to the kitchen.No one was there.He opened the door to the bathroom.No one was there.He opened the door to the garage.No one was there.
He opened the door to the living room.No one was there.But the front door was open,and his father's footprints went out into the snow-and it was 50 below zero that night."Yikes,"said Jason,"my father is outside in just his pajamas.
He will freeze like an ice cube,"
So Jason put on three warm snowsuits.three warm parkas,Six warm mittens,six warm socks and one pair of very warm boot sort of things called mukluks.Then he went out the front door and followed his father's footprints.Jason walded and walked and walked and walked.Finally he found his father,His father was leaning against a tree.Jason ,"PAPA,WAKE UP!"His father did not move.Jason yelled in the loudest.Possible voice,"PAPA,WAKE UP!"His father still did not move.Jason tried to pick up his father but he was too heavy.Jason ran home and got his sled.He pushed his father onto the sled and pulled him home.When they got to the back porch,Jason grabbed his father's big toe and pulled him up the stairs:bump,bump,bump,bump.
He pulled him across the kitchen floor:scritch,scritch,scritch,scritch.Then Jason put his father in the tub and turned on the warm water.The tub filled up:
glug,glug,glug,glug,glug
Jason's father jumped up and ran around the bathroom three times and went back to bed.Jason said,"This house is going crazy.I am going to do something."So he got a long rope and tied one end to his father's bed and one end to his father's big toe.Jason went to sleep:zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz
He woke up!He heard a sound.He said,"What's that?What's that?What's that!"
He opened the kitchen door and there was his father,stuck in the middle of the floor because of the rope on his toe."Good."Said Jason,"That is the end of the sleepwalking.Now I can go to sleep."
In the middle of the night Jason's mother was asleep"zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz--zzzzz
She woke up!She heard a sound.She said,"What's that?What's that?What's that!"
She opened the kitchen door and there was Jason,sleeping on top of the refrigerator.Because he walked in his sleep just like his father.
If you give a mosse a muffin
If you give a mosse a muffin, he’ll want some jam to go with it.
So you’ll bring out some of your mother;s homemade blackbearry jam.
When he’s finished eating the muffin, he’ll want another. And another.
And another.
When they’re all gone, he’ll ask you to make more.
You’ll have to go to the store to get some muffin mix.
He’ll want to go with you.
When he opens the door and feels how chilly it is, he’ll ask to borrow a sweater.
When he puts the sweater on , he’ll notice one of the buttons is loose.
He’ll ask for a needle and thread.
Hei\’ll start sewing.
The butoon will remind him of the puppets his grandmother used to make.
So he’ll ask for some old socks.
He’ll make sock puppets.
When they’re down, he’ll want to put on a puppet show
He’ll need some cardboard and paints.
Then he’ll ask you to help make the scenery.
When the scenery is finished, he’ll get behind the couch. But his antlers will stick out.
So he’ll ask for something to cover them up.
You’ll bring him a sheet from your bed.
When he see s the sheet, he’ll remember he wants to be a ghost for Halloween.
He’ll try it on and shout, Boo!
It’ll scare him so much, he’ll knock over the paints.
So he’ll use the sheet to clean up the mess.
Then he’ll ask for some soap to wash it out.
He’ll probably want to hang the sheet up to dry.
He’ll go outside to put it on the clothesline.
When he’s out in the yard, he’ll see your mother’s blackberry bushes.
Seeing the blackberries will remind him of her jam.
He’ll probably ask you for some.
And chances are…
If you give him the jam, he’ll want a muffin to go with it.
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It’s mine! 这是我的!
It’s mine’
In the middle of rainbow pond there was a small island.
It was lined with pebbles and covered with ferns and leafy weeds.
On the island lived three frogs: Milton, Rupert, and Lydia.
They quarreled and quibbled from dawn to dusk.
Stay out of the pond! Yelled Milton.
The water is mine!
Get off the island! shouted Rupert.
Earth is mine!
The air is mine! Screamed Lydia as she leaped to catch a butterfly.
And so it went.
One day a large toad appeared before them.
I live on the other side of the island, he said,
But I can hear you shouting all day long.
It’s mine’
There’s no peace because of your angry bricking.
You can’t go on like this! Someday you’ll sorry.
Just then, Milton got hold of a worm,
Worms are for everybody! The others shouted.
Not this one. It is mine!
And Milton run as fast as he could.
Suddenly the sky darkened.
And a rumble of distant thunder circled the island.
Rain filled the air.
The island grew smaller and smaller as it was swallowed up by the rising flood.
The frogs were scared.
Desperately they clung together few slippery stones that still rose above the wild dark water.
But soon these too began to disappear.
There was only one rock left and there the fogs huddled.
But now that they were together they felt better.
Finally the rain stopped.
It was clear now.
Together they leaped after swarms of little butterflies.
And later , in the weeds,
They felt happy as they had never felt before.
Isn’t it peaceful? Said Milton.
And beautiful ,said Rupert.
And it’s ours! Said Lydia.
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John Patrick Norman McHennessy 迟到大王
John Patrick Norman McHennessy, the boy who was always late
I must not tell lies a bout crocodiles and I must not lose my gloves
I must not tell Lise about crocodiles and I must not lose my gloves
John Patrick Norman McHennessy set off along the road to learn.
On the way a crocodiele came out of a drain and got hold of his satchel.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy pulled and pulled but the crocodile would not let go.
He threw a glove into the air and the crocodile snapped at the glove and let go of the satchel.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried along the road to learn but the crocodile had made him late.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy, you are late and where is your other glove?
I am late, sir , because on the way a crocodile came out of a drain and got hold of my satchel, and would only le t go when I threw my glove, which he ate.
There are no crocodiles living in the drains around here. You are to stay in late and write out 300 times, I must not tell lies about crocodiles and I must not lose my glove.
So John Patrick Norman McHennessy stayed in late and wrote out 300 times, I must not tell lies about crocodiles and I must not lose my glove.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried off along the road to learn.
But on the way a lion came out of the bushes and tore his trousers.
He managed to climb up a tree. He stayed up the tree until the lion lost interest in him and went away.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried off along the road to learn but he was late because of the lion.
You’re late agin, John Patrick Norman McHennessy, and you have torn your trousers.
I am late, sir because on my way here a lion jumped out of the bushes and tore my trousers and I had to climb a tree and wait until the lion went away.
There are no such things as lions in the bushes around here. You are to stand in the corner and say out loud 400 times, I must not tell lies about lions and I must not tear my trousers.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy stood in the corner and said out loud 400 times, I must not tell lies about lions and I must not tear my trousers.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried off along the road to learn.
But on the way, as he was crossing the brige over the rive, a huge tidal wave swept him off his feet.
He managed to cling on to the rail until the wave had passed and the water had gone down.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried along the road to learn but he was late because of the tidal wave.
You are late again, John Patrick Norman McHennessy, and your clothes are wet.
I am late, sir , because on my way here, as I was crossing the bridge, a tidal wave swept me off my feet and made me wet and I had to cling on to the rail until the water went down.
There are no such things as tidal waves in the rivers around here that sweep people off the bridges. You will be locked in until you have written down 500 times, I must not tell lies about tidal waves in the river and I must not get my clothes wet. And if you keep telling these lies and being late I may have to hit you with my stick.
So John Patrick Norman McHennessy was locked in until he had written down 500 times, I must no tell lies about tidal waves in the river and I must not get my clothes wet.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried along the road to learn.
On the way nothing happed and he was able to be on time.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy, I am being held up in the roof by a great big hairy gorilla. You are to get me down at once.
There are no such things as great big hairy gorillas in the roofs around here, sir.
And so John Patrick Norman McHennessy set off along the road to learn.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
Come away from the water , Shirley 莎莉,离水远一点
Come away from the water , Shirley
Of course it’s far too cold for swimming, Shirley
We are going to put our chairs up here
Why don’t you go and play with those children?
Mind you don’t get any of that filthy tar on your nice new shoes
Don’t stroke that god, Shirley, you don’t know where he’s been
That’s the third and last time I’m asking you whether you want a drink, Shirley.
Careful where you’re throwing those stones. You might hit someone.
You won’t bring any of that smelly seaweed home, will you, Shirley
Your father might have a game with you when he’s had a little rest.
We ought to be getting back soon
Good heavens! Just look at the time.
We are going to be late if we don’t hurry.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
White snow bright snow 白雪晶晶
White snow bright snow
Softly, gently in the secret night,
Down from the north came the quiet white.
Drifting , sifting, silent flight,
Softly, gently, in the secret night.
White snow, bright snow, smooth and deep
Light snow , night snow, quiet as sleep.
Down, down , without a sound,
Down, down , to the frozen ground.
Covering roads and hiding fences,
Sifting in cracks and filling up trenches.
Millions of snowflakes, tiny and light,
Softly, gently, in the secret night.
The postman said it looked like snow. The farmer said it smelled like snow.
The police man said it felt like snow, and his wife said her big toe hurt, and that always meant snow.
Even the rabbits knew it, and scurried around in the dead leaves.
While the children watched the low grey sky, waiting for the first snowflake to fall.
Then, just when no one was looking, it came .
One flake, two flakes, five, eight, ten, and suddenly the air was filled with soft powdery snowflakes, whispering quietly as they sifted down.
The postman put on his rubbers.
The famer went to the barn for a snow shovel.
The policeman buttoned up his coat. His wife made sure she had cough mixture in the medicine cabinet.
But the children laughed and danced , trying to catch the lacy snowflakes on their tongues.
While the rabbits hid in their warm burrows under the ground.
Faster and faster came the tiny snowflakes , and the brown earth turned white.
Fields and stone walls , roads and gutters, lawn and sidewalks, all were buried under the soft white snow. It covered the roofs of houses, and piled on top of chimneys. It filled the cold tree branches with great white blossoms. And when night came, icy cold snowflakes sparkled in the light of the street lamps.
The postman slipped and fell into a snowbank.
The farmer dug a path from his house to the barn.
The policeman got his feet wet, and had to soak them in a tub of hot water. His wife put a mustard plaster on his chest so he couldn’t catch cold.
The rabbits stirred in their sleep, deep in their warm burrows under the ground, under the snow.
And the children dreamed of snow houses and snowmen as they slept in their snug beds under the roof-tops, under the snow.
Silently, the frost made pictures of ice ferns on the window panes.
Then without a sound, just when everybody was asleep, the snow stopped, and bright stars filled the night.
In the morning a clear blue sky was overhead and blue shadows hid in all the corners.
Automobiles looked like big fat raisins buried in snowdrifts.
House crouched together, their windows peeking out from under great white eyebrows.
Even the church steeple wore a pointed cap on its top.
The postman put away his rubbers and took out his high boots.
The famer milked his cows in a barn filled with bright snow-light.
The policeman had a chill, and stayed in bed. His wife sat in a rocker and knitted a long woolen scarf for him.
The rabbits hopped about as best they could, making long funny rabbit tracks in the soft snow.
The children made a snowman, a snow house, a snow fort, and then had a snowball fight.
The wind pushed light puffs of white from the branches, while the melting snow no roof-tops drip-drip-dripped into long shiny icicles.
Each day the sun grew stronger, and the snow melted.
Big patches of soft muddy ground showed through the snow in the fields.
The sound of dripping, running water and the smell of wet brown earth filled the warm air.
Now the branches were bare again and grey pussy willows pushed out of their brown shells.
Fence posts lost their dunce caps, the snowman’s arms dropped off, and running water gurgled in gutters and rain pipes.
The postman slowly delivered his mail so he could enjoy the bright sunshine. The farmer let his cows out in the barnyard for the first time since winter began.
The policeman’s cold was better, and he swung his club in the air as he walked in the park.
His wife dug around under the lilac bush, looking for the snowdrops and crosuses that grew there. While the rabbits spent all their time hopping about in the warm world above the ground.
And the children watched for the first robin to tell them spring had really come.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
Peter's Chair 彼得的椅子
Peter stretched as high as he could.
There !his tall building was finished.
Crash!
Down it came.
Shhh! Called his mother.
You’ll have to play more quietly.
Remember, we have a new bay in the house.
Peter looked into his sister’s room.
his mother was fussing around the cradle.
That’s my cradele, he thought, and they painted it pink!
Hi peter, said his father.
Would you like to help paint siter;s high chair?
It’s my high chair. Whispered peter.
He saw his crib and muttered,
My crib. It’s painted pink, too.
Not far away stood his old chair.
They didn’t paint that yet ! peter shouted.
He picked it up and ran to his room.
Let’s run away, willie, he said,
We’ll take my blue chair, my toy crocodile,and the picture of me when I was a baby.
Peter filled a shopping bag with cookies and dog biscuits.
Willie got his bone.
They went outside and stood in front of his house.
This is a good place ,said peter.
He arranged his things very nicely and decided to sit in his chair for a while.
But he couldn’t fit in the chair.
He was too big.
His mother came to the window and called.
Won’t you come back to us , peter dear?
We have something very special fro lunch.
Peter and willie made believe they didn’t hear.
But peter got an idea.
Soon his mother saw sighs that Peter was home.
That rascal is higing behind the curtain. She said happily.
Se moved the curtain away.
But he wasn’t there,
Here I am, shouted peter.
Peter sat in a grown-up chair.
His fatherh sat next to him
Daddy, said Peter, let’s paint the little chair pink for Susie.
And they did.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
Whistle for willie
Whistle for willie
Oh , how perter wished he could whistle!
He saw a boy playing with his dog.
Whenever the boy whistled, the dog ran straight to him.
Peter tried and tried to whistle, but he couldn’t .
So instead he began to turn himself around
Around and around he whirled faster and faster…
The most wonderful egg in the world 最奇妙的蛋
The most wonderful egg in the world
Once upon a time, a long time ago,
Three hens were quarreling about which of them was the most beautiful.
Dotty had the most beautiful feathers.
Stalky legs.
And plumy crest.
Since they could not settle their quarrel among themselves,
They decided to ask the king for his advice.
What you can do is more important than what you look like.
Whichever one of you lays the most wonderful egg
I will make a princess.
He went out into the palace park
Followed by all the hens in his kingdom.
Dotty preened her beautiful feathers, before settling herself in the wet grass.
It was not long before she cackled, stood up,
And step aside, there lay an egg, snow white spotless, and perfectly shaped the eggshell shimmering like polished marble.
This is the most perfect egg I have ever seen!
Then it was stalky’s turn.
Everybody felt a little sorry for her.
They knew she couldn’t lay a more perfect egg.
It was impossible.
After ten minutes, there lay an egg of such size and weight that even a ostrich would have been jealous.
This is the biggest egg I have ever seen!
Then Plumy settled herself carefully on the ground.
Everybody felt extremely sorry for her.
They knew she couldn’t lay a more perfect or bigger egg.
It was unthinkable.
Modestly , with castdown eyes, she sat there.
Then,
This is indeed the most fantastic egg I have ever seen!
It was impossible to say which egg was the most wonderful.
So the king decided that all three hns Dotty, Stalky, and Plumy should be made princesses.
And from that day to this, they have been the best of friends, and have happily gone on laying extraordinary eggs.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
The best mouse cookie
The best mouse cookie
Mouse has everythings he nees to make cookies.
He adds flour, salt, and a little music.
Mouse thinks baking is easy… sometimes!
The biger the drop, the louder the plop.
Now mouse needs a little nap.
He makes himself comfortable-
A little too comfortable!
Oh well, mouse doesn’t mind starting over.
There’s no such thing as too many cookies…
But the best cookie is the one you share with a friend.
Just ask mouse.
Typed by Melanie Zeng
Goldilocks and the Thress Bears 金发姑娘和三只熊
Goldilocks and the Thress Bears
Once there was a little girl called Goldilocks.
What a sweet child, said someone new in town,That’s what you think, said a neighbor.
One morning Goldilocks’s mother sent her to buy muffins in the next village.
You must promise not to take the shortcut through the forest, she said. I’ve heard that bears live there.
I promise, said Goldilocks.
But to tell the truth Goldilocks was one of those naughty little girls who do exactly as they
please.
Typed by Melanie Zeng
Meanwhile in a clearing deeper inside the forest, in a charming house all their own, a family of brown bears was sitting down to breakfast.
Patooie! Cirde big old Papa Bear.
This porridge is scalding! I’ve burned my tongue! I’m dying! Cried baby bear. Now really, said Mama Bear, who was of medium size.
That’s quite enough.
I know , said Papa bear.
Why don’t we go for a spin while the porridge is cooling?
Excellent, said Mama bear.
So they got on their rusty old bicycle and off they went.
A few minutes later Goldilocks arrived at the bears’ house. She walked right in without even bothering to knowck.
On the dining room table were three inviting bowls of porridege.
I don’t mind if I do, said Goldilocks, helping herself to gheiggest bowl.
But the porridge in the biggest bowl was much too hot.
Patooie! Cried Goldilocks.
And she spat it out.
Next she tasted the porridge in the medium-sized bowl. But that porridge was much too cold.
Then Goldilocks tasted the porridge in the little bowl, and it was just right – neither too hot nor too cold.
In fact she liked it so much that she gobbled it all up.
Feeling full and satisfied Goldilocks thought it would be great fun to have a look around.
Right away she noticed a lot of coarse brown fur everywhere. They must have kitties, she said.
In the parlor there were three chairs.
I don’t mind if I do, she said,
Climbing into the biggest one.
But the biggest chair was much too hard, and she just couldn’t get comfortable.
Next she sat in the medium-sized chair. But that chair was much too soft. (And she thought she might never get out of it)
Then Goldilocks sat in the little chair, and that was just right – neither too hard nor too soft.
In fact she liked it so much that she rocked and rocked- until the chair fell completely to pieces!
Now, all that rocking left Goldilocks quite tuckered out.
I could take a little snooze, she said.
So she went to look for a comfy place to nap.
Upstairs were three beds.
I don’t mind if I do, said Goldilocks.
And she got into the biggest one. But the head of the biggest bed was much too high.
Next she tried the medium-sized bed.
But the head of that bead was much too low.
Then Goldilocks tried the little bed, and it was just right.
Soon she was all nice and cozy and sound asleep.
She did not hear the bears come home.
The three bears were mighty hungry. But when they went in for breakfast, they could scarcely believe their eyes!
Somebody has been in my porridge! Said Papa bear.
Somebody has been in my porridge! Said Mama bear.
Somebody has been in my porridge! Said Baby bear.
And eaten it all up!
In the parlor the thress bears surprise.
Somebody has been sitting in my chair! Said papa bear.
Somebody has been sitting in my chair! Said Mama bear.
Somebody has been sitting in my chair! Said Baby bear.
And broken it to smithereens!
The three bears went upstairs on tiptoe(not knowing what they would discover).
At first everything seemed fine.
But then Papa bear lay down on his big brass bed.
Somebody has been lying in my bed! He cried.
And he was not amused.
Egads! Cried Mama bear.
Somebody has been lying in my bed!
Look! Cried Baby bear.
Somebody has been lying in my bed. And she’s still there!
Now see here! Roared papa bear. Goldilocks woke up with a start.
And her eyes nearly popped out of her head. But before the bears could demand a proper explanation, Goldilcoks was out of bed,
Out the window, and on her way home.
Who was that little girl? Asked baby bear.
I have no idea, said mama bear.
But I hope we never see her again.
And they never dis.
The Dog Who Cried Wolf 像狼一样嚎叫
The Dog Who Cried Wolf
Moka was a good dog. He and Michelle loved to be together. Life was perfect, until one day, she read a book about wolves.
Look , Moka, said Michelle, you’re kind of like a wolf!
Wow! Thought Moka. I am kind of like a wolf. But look how amazing wolves are! They run around free, hunt wild animals, and stay up late to howl at the moon.
And look at the way I live, Moka sighed. I’m nothing but a house pet. He felt like a failure, especially when Michelle made him dress up for her tea parties. He wanted to be a wolf.
The next day, Moka made up his mind. He snuck out of the house and took off for the mountains. He ran, and ran, and ran…
Until finally he reached a high mountaintop.
I’m free! He yelped. Free as a wolf!
He ran. He jumped. He danced.
And he peed wherever he wanted.
Wow! He exclaimed. The world is mine.
Soon , Moka got hungry. No problem! He cried.
I’ll hunt for my food, just like the wolves do. And off he went.
But a rabbit outran him. A skunk sprayed him.
A beetle pinched him.
And even a field mouse made fun of him.
By nightfall, Moka was miserable. He missed Michelle.
I even miss her tea parties, he mumbled. But I can’t give up yet. There is just one more thing I have to try…
He gazed at the golden moon and howled as loudly as he could: Haoooooo…, just like a wolf.
Suddenly, something howled back! Haoo… Haoo.. and then again, Haoo..
Moka froze.
Woolves! He cried , real wolves!
He turned and raced down the mountain. I want to go home! He panted . I never want to be a wolf again! He ran, and ran, and ran…
Until finally he reached the house he knew so well.
Moka! Michelle shouted as she dashed out to meet him.
You’re back!
Moka was home again, and he and Michelle were oh, so happy! Life was just perfect, until one day, she read a book about monkeys…
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
Duck for President 鸭子总统
Vote for duck
Running a farm is very hard work.
At the end of each day Farmer brown is covered from head to toe in hay, seeds, grass, feathers, filth, mud, muck and coffee stains. He doesn’t smell very good, either.
The animals have chores to do, too.
Pigs- clean under the beds
Cows- weed the garden
Sheep- sweep the barn
Duck- mow the lawn,
Take out the rubbish,
Grind the coffee beans
At the end of each day,
the pigs are covered in fluff.
The cows are covered in weeds.
The sheep are covered in dust.
And duck is covered in tiny bits of grass and espresso beans.
Duck did not like to do chores. He did not like picking tiny bits of grass and espresso beans out of his feathers. Why is farmer brown in charge, anyway? Thought duck.What we need is an election!
He made a sign and hung it up in the barn.
Farmer Brown must go!
Farm election this Thursday!
The next morning, Farmer Brown found a poster on his front door.
Vote duck ! for a kinder, gentler farm!
Farmer brown was furious.
He ran to the barn and found the animals registering to vote.
Voter registration voters must:
1. Live on the farm
2. Show valid ID
3. Be at least this tall.
The mice got together and protested against the height requirement. So Duck crossed it off.
On Election day, each of the animals marked a ballot paper and placed it in a box.
The vote was counted and the results were posted on the barn wall.
F. Brown 6 Duck 20
Farmer Brown demanded a recount.
One sticky ballot was found stuck to the bottom of a pig:
The new tally was F.Brown 6 Duck 21
The voters had spoken. Duck was officially in charge.
Running a farm is very hard work.At the end of each day, duck was covered from head to toe in hay, seeds, grass, feathers , filth, mud, muck and coffee stains.
Running a farm is no fun at all, thought duck.
Vote for me!! I’m a duck, not a politician!
The night duck and his staff started working on duck’s campaign for governor.
Duck left farmer Brown in charge and hit the campaign trail.
He visited small-town diners. He marched in parades.
He went to town meetings. He gave speeches that only other ducks could understand.
On Election day, the voters marked their ballot papers in polling booths all over the state.
The vote was counted and the results were posted in the local paper.
Duck wins by a nose! Ms Governor 299,999 Duck 300,000
The governor demanded a recount.
Two sticky ballots were found stuck to the bottom of a plate of pancakes.
The new tally was: Ms Governor 299,999 Duck 300,002
The voters had spoken. Duck was officially in charge.
Running a state is very hard work. At the end of each day, Duck was covered from head to toe in hairspray, inkstains, fingerprints, mayonnaise and coffee stains. And he had a very bad headache. Running a state is no fun at all, thought duck.
That night duck and his staff started working on posters for the presidential election.
A duck for a changeDuck , making us proud again I like IKE Duck
Duck left his staff in charge and hit the campaign trail. He kissed babies in local diners.
He marched in parades. He gave speeches that only other ducks could understand.
He even played the saxophone on late-night television.
On Election Day, the voters marked their ballot papers in polling booths all over the country.
The vote was counted and the results were announced on the news.
Decision America Mr. President 50,546,165 Duck 50,546,170 Duck defeats president…
The president demanded a recount. Ten sticky ballots were found stuck to the bottom of the vice president. The new tally was:
Decision America Mr. President 50,546,165 Duck 50,546,180 Duck still defeats president…
The voters had spoken. Duck was officially in charge.
Running a country is very hard work. At the end of each day, Duck was covered from head to toe in face powder, paper cuts, staples, security badges, secret-service agents and coffee stains,
And he had a very bad headache. Running a country is no fun at all, thought duck.
Then he checked the small ads in the paper:
Duck Needed No experience necessary. Must be able to mow the lawn and grind coffee beans.
Duck left the vice president in charge and headed back to the farm.
At the end of each day Farmer Brown is now covered from head to toe in hay, seeds, grass , feathers, filth , mud, muck and coffee stains. And duck…
… is working on his autobiography.
Typed by Melanie Zeng 2011/6/25
Giggle, Giggle, Quack 吱咕、吱咕、嘎
Farmer Brown was going on vacation.
He left his brother, Bob, in charge of the animals.
” I wrote everything down for you. Just follow my instructions and everything will be fine. But keep an eye on Duck.
He’s trouble.”
Farmer Brown thought he heard giggles and snickers as he drove away, but he couldn’t be sure.
Bob gave Duck a good long stare and went inside.
He read the first note:
“Tuesday night is pizza night
(not the frozen kind!)
The hens prefer anchovies. GIGGLE, GIGGLE, CLUCK”.
Twenty-nine minutes later there was hot pizza in the barn.
Bob checked on the animals before he went to bed. Everything was just fine.
“Wednesday is bath day for the pigs.
Wash them with my favorite bubble bath
and dry them off with my good towels.
Remember, they have very sensitive skin.
GIGGLE, GIGGLE, OINK.”
Bob had all the pigs washed in no time.
Farmer Bob called home on Wednesday night to check in. “ Did you feed the animals like I wrote in the note?” he asked.
“Done,” replied Bob, counting seven empty pizza boxes.
“Did you see my note about the pigs?”
“All taken care of,” said Bob proudly.
“Are you keeping a very close eye on Duck?” he asked.
Bob gave Duck a good long stare.
Duck was too busy sharpening his pencil to notice.
“Just keep him in the house,” ordered Farmer Brown.
“He’s a bad influence on the cows.”
GIGGLE, GIGGLE, MOO, GIGGLE, OINK, GIGGLE, QUACK.
Tuesday night is movie night. It’s the cows’ turn to pick.
GIGGLE, GIGGLE, MOO.
Bob was in the kitchen, popping corn. Just as the animals settled in to watch THE SOUND OF MOOSIC, the phone rang.
The only thing Farmer Brown heard on the other end was:
“Giggle, giggle, quack, giggle, moo, giggle, oink…
” UH-OH. “DUCK!” screamed Farmer Brown……
Can you guess what happened?
Edited by Melanie Zeng
Dooby Dooby Moo 呼噜、呼噜、哞
Farmer Brown keeps a very close eye on his animals. Every night he listens outside the barn door.
Dooby, dooby moo…Fa la, la,baaaa. Whacka, whacka Quack snores
Duck keeps a very close eye on Farmer Brown and every morning Duck borrows his newspaper.One day, an ad catches his eye:
As soon as Farmer Brown opened his paper, he knew the animals were up to something.
Farmer Brown watched them closely all day.
He watched them from above, below, and even upside down.
Outside the barn, late at night, he heard,
Dooby, dooby moo… Fa la, la, la baaaa… Whacka, whacka Quack…
Inside the barn, the cows rehearsed “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”
Dooby, dooby, dooby moo.Dooby moo, moo, moo, moo.
Needs work.
The sheep rehearsed, “ Home on the Range.”
Baaa, baaa, baaa, baaabaaa…aaaa, baaaabaaabaaa!
Try it again with more feeling.
The pigs did an interpretive dance.
Whacka, whacka Quaaack…..
Day after day, Farmer Brown kept a very close eye on the animals.and even watched in disguise.
He watched them from the left, the right,
Outside the barn, night after night, he heard:
Dooby, dooby, moo… Fa la, la, la baaaa… Whacka, whacka Quack….
Inside the barn, night after night, the animals rehearsed.
Finally it was time for the county fair.
Duck paced back and forth.The pigs were combing their hair;
the cows were drinking tea with lemon.
Farmer Brown thought they were up to something and he was not going to leave them alone.
He loaded all the animals into the back of his truck
and drove to the fair. When he got there he heard:
Dooby, dooby moo…Fa la, la, la baaaa… whacka, whacka Quack…
He parked his truck and headed off to the free barbecue.
When Farmer Brown was out of sight, the animals ran to the talent show desk and signed in.*
The cows sang, “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”
Dooby, dooby, dooby moo.Dooby moo, moo, moo, moo, moo.
Two of the judges were clearly impressed.
The sheep sang, “ Home on the Range.”
Fa la, la, la baa.Fa la baaa, ba, ba, baaa, ba, baaaa.
Three of the judges were clearly impressed.
It was time for the pigs’ interpretive dance. But they were sound asleep. Shloink oink, oink, oink, oink, oink.
All of the judges were clearly annoyed.
Duck really wanted that trampoline.He jumped on stage and sang, “ Born to Be Wild.”*Quack, Quack, Quack, Quuuaaaaaackk!
The judges gave him a standing ovation.
When Farmer Brown got back to the truck, he heard:
Dooby, dooby moo… Fa la, la, la baaaa… Whacka, whacka Quack….
The animals were exactly where he had left them.
That night Farmer Brown listened outside the barn door.
Dooby, dooby BOING!Fa la, la, la, la BOING!Whacka, whacka BOING!
Edited by Melanie Zeng
A color of his own 自己的顏色 By Leo Lionni
A color of his own By Leo Lionni
Parrots are green. Goldfish are red. Elephants are gray. Pigs are pink. Bears are brown. All animals have a color of their own except for chameleons. They change color wherever they go. On lemons they are yellow. In the heather they are purple. And on the tiger they are striped like tigers. One day a chameleon who was sitting on tiger’s tail said to himself, “ If I remain on a leaf, I shall be green forever, and so I too will have a color of my own.” With this thought he cheerfully climbed onto the greenest leaf in the forest. But in autumn the leaf turned yellow –and so did the chameleon. Later the leaf turned red, and the chameleon too turned red. And then the winter winds blew the leaf from the branch and with it the chameleon. The chameleon was black in the long winter night.
But when spring came, he walked out into the green grass. And there he met another chameleon. He told his sad story.” Won’t we ever have a color of own?” he asked. “ I’m afraid not,” said the other chameleon, who was older and wiser. “ But,” he added, “ why don’t we stay together?” We will still change color wherever we go, but you and I will always be alike.” And so they remained side by side. They were green together and brown and purple and yellow and red with white polka dots. And they lived happily ever after.
Edited by Melanie Zeng
Butterflies in My Stomach and Other School Hazards
On my first day of school, my mother said I got up on the wrong side of the bed.
She asked if we needed to have a heart-to-heart talk so I wouldn't bottle up my feelings.
As I left the house, Dad told me to put my best foot forward.
On the way to the bus stop, my sister said that on her first day of school, she had butterflies in her stomach. I think I have them, too. Then she told me to hurry up because we'd be in a real pickle if we missed the bus.
When I sat down, the bus diver asked if I was feeling blue, or maybe just a little under the weather.
When I got to school, my new teacher said hello, but I didn't answer. "Has the cat got your tongue?" he asked me.
And then he said he was all ears whenever I was ready to come out of my shell.
He read us a funny book. the kid next to me said he was laughing his head off! Our teacher told him to zip his lip and hold still, even thought he had ants in his pants. Then the teacher said that if he didn't settle down......he'd have to talk to the principal because she was the big cheese.
In gym class I kept dropping the ball, and the gym teacher said that if I ever want to be top banana in sports, I'll have to really practice.
Soon it was time to eat. "Why the long face?" the school cook asked.Then she told me not to worry so much because we are all in the same boat on the first day of school.
I went out to play, but then a teacher said we had to go back inside because it was about to start raining cats and dogs! I peeked out the window, hoping to see my dog, Roger. No luck.
During library time, the librarian told us that she loved getting lost in the book, and that we would, too. "When you read," she said, "the world is your oyster!"She said we could take some books home, but if we lost them we'd be up a creek without a paddle. I asked her if she had any story about a boy who misses his dog. She told me I was an open book and that it was fine to wear my heart on my sleeve.But when I asked her if I could bring Roger to school with me tomorrow, she told me not to open that can of warms.
I was starting to get a headache, so the librarian sent me see the school nurse. The nurse let me lie down. She said she could see that school wasn't really my cup of tea.I gave her a funny look, and she said, "It's only your first day.....don't throw the baby out with the bathwater."
"But what if Roger forgets all about me while I'm here?" I asked her.
"Let's just cross that bridge when we come to it," she said.
The nurse took me back to my classroom."Soldier on," she said. "Tomorrow will be a better day."
"I'll keep an eye out for you!"
Our teacher gave us an assignment to finish for tomorrow. "I expect you all to be busy bee tonight," he said.
That made me laugh a little. "Homework is for the bird," the kid next to me grumbled. I grinned at him, and he smiled back.
Before I knew it, the bell rang and it was time to go home.
The bus driver asked me how my day went. She said that school was sometimes a tough nut to crack, but that every cloud has a silver lining. I had no idea what she meant by that,but when the bus pulled up in front of my house...
I was as happy as a puppy with two tails!
The Rat and the Tiger
The Rat and the Tiger
I’m a rat, just a tiny little rat. Tiger is a big tough fellow. We are best friends. We used to have a little problem, though…..
Whenever we played cowboys, Tiger was always the good guy, and I was the bad guy. Tiger said.“The good guy always wins in the end.”What could I say? I’m just a tiny little rat.
Whenever Tiger and I shared a doughnut. Tiger always cut it so that his piece was bigger than mine. Tiger said.“It’s nice to share, isn’t it?”What could I say? I’m just a tiny little rat.
Whenever Tiger saw a flower he liked, he just pointed and expected me to get it for him. Tiger said,“Isn't nature beautiful?” What could I say? I’m just a tiny little rat.
One day I built a castle, the biggest one I had ever made. “Look,Tiger!”I shouted proudly.
Tiger said,“Nice job. Rat.” Then he jumped into the air and kicked my castle to pieces!
“That’s it, Tiger!”I screamed.“You’re not my friend anymore. I may be a tiny little rat but you’re a big mean bully! Good-bye!”
I was mad. And I was sad. But most of all, I was scared. I had never yelled at Tiger like that before.
When Tiger found me, my heart almost stopped. I thought he might kick me just like he had kicked my castle.
“Go away, Tiger!”I shouted.“I’m notafraid of you. Leave me alone.”
But Tiger didn’t come to kick me. He had fixed my castle, and he wanted me to see it. So I did. But I told him,“I’m still not your friend.”
Then Tiger asked me if I wanted to play the good cowboy for a change.So I did. But I told him,“I’m still not your friend.”
Next, Tiger asked if I wanted to cut our doughnut for once. So I did. But I told him,“I’m still not your friend.”
Finally, Tiger asked me if I wanted a flower, so I pointed to one, and Tiger bravely went to pick it for me. “Maybe,”I told him,“Just maybe I’ll be your friend again.” Tiger smiled.
Ever since that day, we have gotten along just fine. We take turns at everything. And we spilt our doughnuts right down the middle.
We do have a little problem, though….
A new kid on the block!
The Day the Teacher Went Bananas BY James Howe
One day a new teacher arrived at our school.
We didn't know what to call him, because he couldn't tell us his name.He just grunted a lot.
When it was time for arithmetic, he showed us how to count on our toes.And we learned a new way to write.
We went outside for science class.
Then we went back inside for lunch. The teacher ate sixteen bananas."Tomorrow, let's bring bananas for lunch," we all said, wanting to be just like our new teacher.
Then we had art class. Our teacher taught us how to work with clay. And paper. And paint.
Then we studied music.
Suddenly, Mr.Hornsby, the school principal, came into the room with another man. "There has been a terrible mix-up," Nr.Hornsby said. "This isn't your new teacher. This is a gorilla."
The man with Mr.Hornsby said, "I am your new teacher. My name is Mr. Quackerbottom.I was sent to the zoo by mistake."
Sadly, we all waved good-bye to the gorilla.
"Now," Mr. Quackerbottom said, "What have you learned today?"
We showed him.
"Why, this is awful!" Mr. Quackerbottom cried. "You all belong in the zoo!"
And the next day, that's exactly where we went... ...to have lunch with our favorite teacher.
Mrs.McNosh and the Great Squash
The first day of spring, Mrs.Nelly McNosh went out to her garden and planted a squash.
She pushed the seed in with the tip of her toe, and the minute she did it, it started to grow.
At first it was round and as big as a head-in fact it looked just like the paperboy, Fred.
Then it turned yellow and bumpy and fat. It rolled from the garden and flattened the cat.
It knocked over trash cans and ran over toes. It twisted the sprinkler and plugged up the hose.
It crashed through the clothesline and smashed through the fence, scaring the pants off two elderly gents.
Poor Nelly was worried. She said,"Oh my gosh, there's got to be some way to slow down this squash."
She slapped it and scolded it, pinched it and kicked it, and then she took hold of its stem... and she picked it.
"Now what do I do?" wondered Mrs.McNosh. "I've got to find something to do with this squash. there isn't a place in the world it will fit. It's big as a house---Wait," said Nelly, "that's it."
Ans so, by the light of a big yellow moon, she scooped and she scraped with a long-handled spoon.And when the sun rose, where was Mrs.McNosh?
Curled up sound asleep in her big yellow squash.
BY Sarah Weeks pictures BY Nadine Bernard Westcott
When I was little
When I was little, I was a baby.
When I was little, I cried a lot. Now I use words,N O !
When I was little, I didn't know I was a girl. My mom told me.
When I was little, I had silly hair. Now I can wear it in a ponytail or braids or pigtails or a pom-pom.
When I was little, I didn't get to eat Captain Crunch or paint my toenails bubble-gum pink.
When I was little, I spilled a lot. My mom said I was a handful. Now I'm helpful.
When I was little, I rode in a baby car seat. Now I ride like a grown-up and wave at policemen.
When I was kittle, I went to Mommy and Me. Now I go to nursery school and I have teachers and cubbies and naptime and secrets.
When I waslittle, I didn't understand time-outs. Now I do, but I don't like them.
When I was little, I made up words likes"scoopeeloo." Now I make up songs.
When I was little, I swam in the pool with boys. I still do, but now we wear bathing suits but we don't wear floaties.
When I was little, the slide at the park was so big.
Now it's smaller, but I still like my granny to wait at the bottom for me.
When I was little, I ate goo and yucky stuff. Now I ate pizza and noodles and fruit and Chee-tos.
When I was little, I had two teeth. Now I have lots, and I know how to brush them. When I was little, I slept in a zoo. Now I sleep in a big bed and get to play monkey.
When I was little, I kissed my mom and dad good night every night. I still do, but only after they each read me a book and we play tickle torture.
When I was little, I didn't know what a family was.
When I was little, I didn't know what dreams were.
When I was little, I didn't know who I was.
NOW I DO!
It's ok to be different BY Todd Parr
It's okay to be missing a tooth(or two or three)
It's okay to need some help.
It's okay to have a different nose.
It's okay to be a different color.
It's okay to have no hair.
It's okay to have BIG ears.
It's okay to have wheels.
It's okay to be smallMediumLargeExtra Large
It's okay to wear glasses.
It's okay to talk about your feelings.
It's okay to eat macaroni and cheese in the bathtub.
It's okay to say NO to bad things.
It's okay to come from a different place.
It's okay to be embarrassed.
It's okay to come in last.
It's okay to dance by yourself.
It's okay to have a pet worm.
It's okay to be proud of yourself.
It's okay to have different Moms.
It's okay to have different Dads.
It's okay to be adopted.
It's okay to have an invisible friend.
It's okay to do something nice for someone.
It's okay to lose your mittens.
It's okay to get mad.
It's okay to do something nice for yourself.
It's okay to help a squirrel collect nuts.
It's okay to have different kinds of friends.
It's okay to make a wish.
It's okay to be different. You are special and Important just because of being who you are.
Love
Todd
APPLES & ORANGES going bananas with pairs
How are an apple and an orange alike?
How about a bicycle and a motorcycle?
A lettlt and a book?
Turn the page and----surprise!----you'll find a different answer from what you might expect. Did you think the answer was fruit? Wheels? Paper? Think again! An apple and an orange both don't wear glasses, and a motorcycle and a bicycle both don't work in a bank. And a book and a letterboth don't .... well, you'll have to read on to find out.
Inspired by her own childhood experience with a school IQ test, this surprising and unique picture book shines with Sara Pinto's delightful and child-friendly sense of humor.
APPLES & ORANGES going bananas with pairs BY Sara Pinto
To my kindergarten teacher, Mrs.Arlington, wherever she may be
How are an apple and an orange alike?
They both don't wear glasses.
How are a bicycle and a motorcycle alike?
They both don't work in a bank.
How are a cupcake and an ice-cream cone alike?
They both don't scuba dive.
How are a bird and a kite alike?
They both don't talk on the phone.
How are a mug and a teacup alike?
They both don't ride in the rodeo.
How are a starfish and an octopus alike?
They both don't knit.
How are an ice skate and a sled alike?
They both don't play jazz.
How are a rabbit and an armadillo alike?
They both don't work in a dentist's office.
How are a spoon and a fork alike?
They both don't dance in the ballet.
How are an accordion and a drum alike?
They both don't babysit.
How are trousers and underpants alike?
They both don't make good hats.
How are a book and a letter alike?
They both don't go out for sushi.
How are an eggplant and an artichoke alike?
They both don't go to the carnival.
How are you and I alike?
We both don't.......
The Pig's Picnic BY Keiko Kasza
It was a perfect day for a picnic. Mr.Pig tried to look his best. He was going to ask Miss Pig to go on a picnic with him.
"Gee, I hope she says yes" thought Mr.Pig. But he was worried, so he took a flower to impress her.
On the way to Miss Pig's house, he met his friend the Fox. When the fox heard about the picnic, he said,"Let me give you some advice, Mr.Pig. Borrow my beautiful tail."
"There, you see how foxy you look? Miss Pig will like that," said the Fox. Mr.Pig was pleased.
Then he met his friend the Lion. When the lion heard about the picnic, he said," Let me give you some advice, Mr.Pig. Borrow my beautiful hair."
"There, you see how courageous you look? Miss Pig will like that," said the Lion. Mr.Pig was pleased.
Then he met his friend the Zebra. When the Zebra heard about the picnic, he said,"Let me give you some advice, Mr.Pig. Borrow my beautiful stripes."
"There, you see how handsome you look? Miss Pig will like that," said the Zebra. Mr.Pig was pleased. He had never felt so handsome.
He finally arrived at Miss Pig's house and knocked on the door.
"Will you go on a picnic with me?" he asked.
Miss Pig was shocked."Oh, no!" she said."Who is this monster? If you don't go away, I'll call Mr.Pig. He will take care of you."
Mr.Pig ran back the way he came. He returned the tail to the Fox, the hair to the Lion, and the stripes to the Zebra.
And then he hurried back to Miss Pig's house,and once more he knocked on the door.
"Will you go on a picnic with me?" he asked again.
"Oh, Mr.Pig!" she cried. "I'm so glad to see you. Just now there was an ugly monster right here in this yard. I'd love to go on a picnic with you, Mr.Pig."
All the way to the picnic, Miss Pig talked about the monster who had visited her house.Her handsome friend Mr.Pig listened sympathetically.
It was a perfect day for a picnic.
The Peace Book BY Todd Parr
Peace is making new friends.
Peace is keeping the water bule for all the fish.
Peace is listening to different kinds of music.
Peace is saying you're sorry when you hurt someone.
Peace is helping your neighbor.
Peace is reading all fifferent kinds of books.
Peace is thinking about someone you love.
Peace is giving shoes to someone who needs them.
Peace is planting a tree.
Peace is sharing a meal.
Peace is wearing different clothes.
Peace is watching it snow.
Peace is keeping the streets clean.
Peace is offering a hug to a friend.
Peace is everyone having a home.
Peace is growing a garden.
Peace is taking a nap.
Peace is learning another language.
Peace is having enough pizza in the world for everyone.
Peace is keeping someone warm.
Peace is new babies being born.
Peace is been free.
Peace is traveing to different places.
Peace is wishing on a star.
Peace is being who you are.
Peace is being different , feeling good about yourself, and helping others. The world is a better place because of you!