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HAROLD'S FAIRY TALE 阿罗的童话（多谢melaniezengxing的分享！）
Harold’s Fairy Tale

Harold’s Fairy Tale
One evening Harold got out of bed, took his purple crayon and the moon along, and went for a walk in an enchanted garden.
Nothing grew in it. If he hadn’t known it was an enchanted garden, Harold scarcely would have called it a garden at all.
To find out what the trouble was, Harold decided to ask the king.
Kings live in large castles. Harold had to make sure the castle was big enough to be the king’s.
He didn’t want to waste time talking to any princes or earls, or dukes.
This was a king’s castle all right. It had tall towers and a big draw-gate to keep out people the king didn’t want to see.
But when the draw-gate was drawn closed, it kept Harold out too.
Harold shouted for the king to come down and let him in. But the gate didn’t open.
He walked along the edge of the enchanted garden beside the smooth wall of the castle---until he thought of his purple crayon.
A person smaller than a very small mouse would be able to get in.
Without even bending, he walked into a very small mouse hole.
He walked through the mouse hole into the castle. He invited the mouse in too, but the mouse preferred to stay outside.
As he gazed around inside the big castle Harold felt very tiny.
And a king might not pay much attention to anybody who was smaller than a mouse. So Harold used his purple crayon again.
He made sure he was as tall as four and a half steps of stairs, his usual height.
Then he climbed up the stairs, looking for the king.
He went up and up and up, until he got so tired he couldn’t climb another step.
Luckily there were no more steps. He had reached the top.
He still couldn’t find the king. But he remembered kings sat on thrones.
The king’s throne looked very comfortable. Harold thought the king wouldn’t mind if he rested a few minutes.
He sat on the throne, wondering what it was like to be a king and wear a crown.
He tried it, with the king’s crown.
It was all right for a while. But the crown began to feel heavy.
So Harold put it on the king’s head.
As he thanked the king for the loan of the crown, he noticed the king looked sad—no doubt because of the garden.
He asked the king if the trouble was due to a witch or a giant. The king couldn’t say which. He looked sad and helpless.
Evidently the giant or witch—if the king couldn’t tell which it was—was invisible. But Harold told the king not to worry.
He set off to find the invisible witch or giant, brandishing his purple crayon. And –accidently—it made a hole in the wall.
The accident embarrassed Harold. But the hole was the handiest way out of the castle and he climbed through it.
When he looked down from the other side of the hole, he realized he had forgotten how high up he was.
He needed something tall to climb down on, something as tall as a steeple.
To fill the hole in the castle, Harold put a handsome and useful clock in it. He was surprised to see how late it was.
He slid down the steeple, to find the invisible witch or giant right away.
It wasn’t a steeple. It was a pointed hat. It was a GIANT WITCH.
The purple crayon made it plain—it was an invisible giant witch. Well, no wonder nothing grew in the enchanted garden.
How could anything grow, Harold said to himself, with a giant witch tramping around with big feet.
Now that he saw what the trouble was, all Harold had to do was drive the witch out of the enchanted garden.
Mosquitoes. Mosquitoes, Harold knew, will drive anybody out of a garden.
The mosquitoes drove out the witch.
They also were driving Harold out of the garden.
He had to make smoke to get rid of the mosquitoes.
And he had once heard somebody say that where there’s smoke there must be fire.
To put out the fire, he first thought of fire engines. But he decided to make it rain. Rain was easier.
The rain soaked everything—Harold too. But, he said, it’s good for the flowers.
He was right. Soon there were flowers.
Beautiful flowers popped up all over the enchanted garden, more than Harold was able to count, all in gorgeous bloom.
Harold thought how delighted and happy the king would be when he looked out from the castle in the morning.
And then, amazingly, the last flower turned out to be not a flower at all—but a lovely fairy.
She held out her magic wand as fairies always do when they’re giving somebody wishes that will come true.
Harold couldn’t think of a thing to wish for. But, to be polite, he took one wish and told the fairy he’d use it later.
Besides, Harold thought, as he started on his long walk home, a wish might come in handy sometime.
After all the excitement he suddenly felt tired. And he stopped to rest awhile.
He sat on a small rig because the ground was still somewhat damp from the rain. And he wished—
He wished the rug was a flying carpet. At once Harold felt it rise in the air.
It flew fast and high.
But when it went so fast it left the moon behind, Harold realized he didn’t know how to stop the carpet, or even slow it down.
He wished he’d taken tow wished form the fairy, so he could wish the flying carpet would land.
But he did have his purple crayon.
He landed the flying carpet in his living room, right behind the high-backed chair his mother sat in, knitting.
And he asked her to read him a story before he went back to bed.

HAROLD AND THE PURPLE 阿罗的紫色蜡笔（多谢melaniezengxing的分享！）
Harold and the Purple 阿罗的紫色蜡笔
Harold and the Purple crayon
One evening, after thinking it over for some time, Harold decided to go for a walk in the moonlight.
There wasn’t any moon, and Harold needed a moon for a walk in the moonlight.
And he needed something to walk on.
He made a long straight path so he wouldn’t get lost
And he set off on his walk, taking his big purple crayon with him.
But he didn’t seem to be getting anywhere on the long straight path.
So he left the path for a shortcut across a field. And the moon went with him.
The shortcut led right to where Harold thought a forest ought to be.
He didn’t want to get lost in the woods. So he made a very small forest, with just one tree in it.
It turned out to be an apple tree.
The apples would be very tasty, Harold thought, when they got red.
So he put a frightening dragon under the tree to guard the apples.
It was a terribly frightening dragon.
It even frightened Harold. He backed away.
His hand holding the purple crayon shook.
Suddenly he realized what was happening.
But by then Harold was over his head in an ocean.
He came up thinking fast.
And in no time he was climbing aboard a trim little boat.
He quickly set sail.
And the moon sailed along with him.
After he had sailed long enough, Harold made land without much trouble.
He stepped ashore on the beach, wondering where he was.
The sandy beach reminded Harold of picnics. And the thought of picnics made him hungry.
So he laid out a nice simple picnic lunch.
There was nothing but pie.
But there were all nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best.
When Harold finished his picnic there was quite a lot left.
He hated to see so much delicious pie go to waste.
So Harold left a very hungry moose and a deserving porcupine to finish it up.
And, off he went, looking for a hill to climb, to see where he was.
Harold knew that the higher up he went, the farther he could see. So he decided to make the hill into a mountain.
If he went high enough, he thought, he could see the window of his bedroom.
He was tired and he felt he ought to be getting to bed.
He hoped he could see his bedroom window from the top of the mountain.
But as he looked down over the other side, he slipped-
And there wasn’t any other side of the mountain. He was falling, in thin air.
But, luckily, he kept his wits and his purple crayon.
He made a balloon and he grabbed on to it.
And he made a basket under the balloon big enough to stand in.
He had a fine view from the balloon but he couldn’t see his window. He couldn’t even see a house.
So he made a house, with windows.
And he landed the balloon on the grass in the front yard.
None of the windows was his window.
He tried to think where his window ought to be.
He made some more windows.
He made a big building full of windows.
He made lots of buildings full of windows.
He made a whole city full of windows.
But none of the windows was his window.
He couldn’t think where it might be.
He decided to ask a policeman.
The policeman pointed the way Harold was going anyway. But Harold thanked him.
And he walked along with the moon, wishing he was in his room and in bed.
Then, suddenly, Harold remembered.
He remembered where his bedroom window was, when there was a moon.
It was always right around the moon.
And then Harold made his bed.
He got in it and he drew up the covers.
The purple crayon dropped on the floor. And Harold dropped off to sleep.

A Picture for Harold's Room
by CROCKETT JOHNSON
"I want a picture to put on my wall," said Harold.
He drew a house with his purple crayon.
More houses made a little town.
It was far away.
The town had woods and hills around it.
And it was at the end of a long road.
"It will look pretty in the moonlight," said Harold.
And he stepped up into the picture to draw the moon.
He looked down at the houses.
"I am a GIANT!" he said.
But a giant would scare all the people in town.
"It is good no one woke up and saw me," said Harold.
He walked over the hills. "How big I am!" he said.
Harold's head was above the clouds.
With a few steps he came to the end of the land.
And at the end of any land there is water.
"It is the sea," said Harold. "There are sea gulls."
Harold was big enough to walk through the sea.
A great big ship went by. It was an ocean liner.
A big whale came up in the waves, spouting water.
And just ahead of Harold was an old sailing ship.
He easily caught up with it and passed it.
The sea ended against a steep hill.
Harold needed some rocks to step on.
He climbed out of the sea and onto the hill.
Then he saw that the ship was too near the rocks.
He put up a lighthouse to show the sailors.
And he went on his way over high mountains.
Harold was taller the highest mountain.
"I am higher than anything!" he said.
Then, suddenly, he thought of airplanes.
Harold ducked his head just in time.
It was a big jet plane, flying very fast.
There might have been a bad accident.
Harold found a low place in the mountains.
It was a good place for a railroad to go through.
It came out onto a long fiat field.
Harold put some birds and flowers near the tracks.
"People like to see things from trains," he said.
He went on, drawing tracks and birds and flowers.
And he had to keep looking out for trains.
It was a big job for a small boy.
And all of a sudden he saw how small he had become.
He was half the size of a daisy!
He was smaller than a bird!
How would he get home?
He could not wade home through the ocean.
He could not climb those high mountains.
And, just then, he fell into a mouse hole.
"Excuse me," he said to the mouse.
Then Harold sat down on a pebble to think.
After a minute or two he stood up again.
"This is only a picture!" he said.
And he took his crayon and he crossed it out.
"I am not big or little. I am my usual size!''
But how could he be sure about that?
At home he was always his usual size.
So he drew the door of his room.
There was a long mirror on the back of the door.
“Yes,” said Harold.
“I am my usual size.”
He was glad to be back in his room. He was tired.
But he had no picture to hang on his wall.
So, before he went to bed, he drew another picture.