本帖最后由 含宝妈 于 2013-4-1 17:55 编辑
在D上买了一套庆子绘本，非常非常喜欢，在网上搜到英文，喜悦！也没去搜爸妈网是不是已经有了，反正我得再分享一遍。打算把这几本书做成英文。
《秋秋找妈妈》
A Mother for Choco
Choco was a little bird, who lived all alone. He wished hehad a mother, but who could his mother be? One day he set off to find her.
First Choco met Mrs. Giraffe.
“Oh, Mrs. Giraffe!” he cried. “You are yellow just like me! Are you my mother?”
“I’m sorry,” sighed Mrs. Giraffe. “But I don’t have wings like you.”
Next Choco met Mrs. Penguin.
“Oh, Mrs. Penguin!” he cried. “You have wings just like me! Are you my mother?”
“I’m sorry,” sighed Mrs. Penguin. “But I don’t have big, round cheeks likeyou.”
Then Choco met Mrs. Walrus.
“Oh, Mrs. Walrus!” he cried. “You have big, round cheeks just like me. Are youmy mother?”
“Now look,” grumped Mrs. Walrus. “I don’t have striped feet like you, so don’tbother me!”
No matter where Choco searched, he couldn’t find a mother who looked just likehim.
When Choco saw Mrs. Bear picking apples, he knew she couldn’t be his mother.Mrs. Bear didn’t look like him at all.
Choco was so sad he started to cry. “Mommy, mommy! I need a mommy!”
Mrs. Bear came running to see what was the matter. As she listened to Choco’sstory, she sighed. “Oh, dear. If you had a mommy, what would she do?”
“Oh, I’m sure she would hold me,” sobbed Choco.
“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And she held Choco very tight.
“Yes…and I’m sure she would kiss me, too!” said Choco.
“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And she lifted Choco and gave him a big kiss.
“Yes, and I’m sure she would sing and dance with me to cheer me up,” saidChoco.
“Like this?” asked Mrs. Bear. And they sang and danced together.
When they stopped to rest, Mrs. Bear turned to Choco and said, “Choco, maybe Icould be your mother.”
“You?” Choco cried.
“But you aren't yellow. And you don’t have wings, or big, round cheeks, or stripedfeet like me!”
“My goodness!” said Mrs. Bear. “That would make me look very funny!” Chocothought it was very funny, too.
“Well,” said Mrs. Bear, “my other children are waiting for me at home. Why don’tyou join us for apple pie, Choco?”
Apple pie sounded wonderful to Choco, so off they went.
When they arrived, Mrs. Bear’s other children rushed out to greet her.
“Choco,” said Mrs. Bear. “Meet Hippy, Ally, and Piggy. I am their mother, too!”
The sweet smell of apple pie and the sound of laughter soon filled Mrs. Bear’shome.
After their delicious treat, Mrs. Bear gave all her children a big, warm bearhug.
And Choco was very happy that his new mommy looked just the way she did.
The Wolf's Chicken Stew
There once lived a wolf who loved to eat more than anything else in the world. As soon as he finished one meal, he began to think of the next.
One day the wolf got a terrible craving for chicken stew.
All day long he walked across the forest in search of a delicious chicken. Finally he spotted one.
"Ah, she is just perfect for my stew," he thought.
The wolf crept closer. But just as he was about to grab his prey...
he had another idea.
"If there were just some way to fatten this bird a little more," he thought, "there would be all the more stew for me." So...
the wolf ran home to his kitchen, and he began to cook.
First he made a hundred scrumptious pancakes. Then, late at night, he left them on the chicken's porch.
"Eat well, my pretty chicken," he cried. "Get nice and fat for my stew!"
The next night he brought a hundred scrumptious doughnuts.
"Eat well, my pretty chicken," he cried. "Get nice and fat for my stew!"
And on the next night he brought a scrumptious cake weighing a hundred pounds.
"Eat well, my pretty chicken," he cried. "Get nice and fat for my stew!"
At last, all was ready. This was the night he had been waiting for. He put a large stwe pot on the fire and set out joyfully to find his dinner.
"That chicken must be as fat as a balloon by now," he thought. "Let's see."
But as he peeked into the chicken's house...
the door opened suddenly and the chicken screeched, "Oh, so it was you, Mr. Wolf!"
"Children, children! Look, the pancakes and the doughnuts and that scrumptious cake ---- they weren't from Santa Claus! All those presents were from Uncle Wolf!"
The baby chicks jumped all over the wolf and gave him a hundred kisses.
"Oh, thank you, Uncle Wolf! You're the best cook in the world!"
Uncle Wolf didn't have chicken stew that night but Mrs. Chicken fixed him a nice dinner anyway.
"Aw, shucks," he thought, as he walked home, "maybe tomorrow I'll bake the little critters a hundred scrumptious cookies!"