Doctor De Soto, the dentist...
did very good work,|so he had no end of patients.
Those close to his own size...|moles, chipmunks, et cetera...
sat in the regular|dentist's chair.
Larger animals sat on the floor.
For extra large animals,|he had a special room.
Doctor De Soto was especially|popular with the big animals.
He was able to work|inside their mouths...
wearing rubbers|to keep his feet dry.
His fingers were so delicate,|and his drill so dainty...
they could hardly feel any pain.
Being a mouse,|he refused to treat animals...
dangerous to mice,|and he said so on his sign.
Doctor De Soto and his wife|wouldn't admit...
even the most timid-Iooking cat.
One day,|when the doorbell rang...
they looked out and saw|a well-dressed fox...
with a flannel bandage|around his jaw.
I cannot treat you, sir!
Sir! Haven't you read my sign?
Please!
Have mercy, I'm suffering!
Just a moment!
That poor fox!
What shall we do?
Let's risk it!
Bless your little hearts!
I beg you, do something!
My tooth is killing me!
Sit on the floor, sir...
and remove the bandage, please.
Oooo-wow!
The fox had a rotten bicuspid|and unusually bad breath.
This tooth|will have to come out.
But we can make you a new one.
Just stop the pain!
Keep open!
Wide open!
Despite his misery,|the fox realized...
he had a tasty little morsel|in his mouth.
I'm giving you gas now.
You won't feel a thing|when I yank that tooth.
Soon the fox was in dreamland.
Mmm, yummy.
How I love them raw|with just a pinch of salt...
and a dry white wine.
They could guess|what he was dreaming about.
I'm bleeding!
The worst is over.
I'll have your new tooth|ready tomorrow.
Be here at ：sharp.
On his way home,|the fox wondered...
if it would be shabby of him|to eat the De Sotos...
when the job was done.
After office hours...
Mrs. De Soto molded a tooth|of pure gold and polished it.
Raw with salt, indeed!
How foolish to trust a fox!
He didn't know|what he was saying.
Why should he harm us?
We're helping him.
Because he's a fox!
They're wicked,|wicked creatures!
That night, the De Sotos|lay awake worrying.
Should we let him in tomorrow?
Once I start a job, I finish it.
My father was the same way.
But we must do something|to protect ourselves.
They talked and talked|until they formed a plan.
The next morning,|promptly at ：...
a very cheerful fox turned up.
He was feeling|not a particle of pain.
Just a joke!
Be serious! We have work to do!
The fox caressed the new tooth|with his tongue.
My, it feels good!
I really shouldn't eat them.
On the other hand,|how can I resist?
We're not finished.
I have here a remarkable|preparation...
developed only recently|by my wife and me.
With just one application...
you can be rid|of toothaches forever!
How would you like to be|the first one...
to receive|this unique treatment?
I certainly would!
I'd be honored!
The fox hated any kind|of personal pain.
You will never|have to see us again!
No one will see you again.
He had definitely made up|his mind to eat them...
with the help|of his brand new tooth.
Doctor De Soto stepped|into the fox's mouth...
with a bucket of|secret formula...
and proceeded|to paint each tooth.
Now close your jaws tight...
and keep them closed|for a full minute.
The fox did as he was told.
Then he tried to open|his mouth...
but his teeth|were stuck together!
Ah, excuse me,|I should have mentioned...
you won't be able to open|your mouth for a day or two!
The secret formula must first|permeate the dentine.
But don't worry.
No pain ever again!
The fox was stunned.
He stared at Doctor De Soto,|then at his wife.
They smiled and waited.
All he could do was say,|"Frank oo berry mush"...
through his clenched teeth,|and get up and leave.
He tried to do so with dignity.
Then he stumbled down the stairs|in a daze.
Doctor De Soto and his assistant|had outfoxed the fox.
They kissed each other...
and took the rest of|the day off.
Belinda the Ballerina
Once there was a ballerina named Belinda. Belinda loved to dance. She went to dancing school every day and practiced very hard. She was graceful and light on her feet. But Belinda had a big problem—two big problems: her left foot and her right foot. Her feet weren’t a problem as far as Belinda was concerned. But they were a problem at the audition for the Annual Ballet Recital. The judges took one look at her feet and yelled, “STOP RIGHT THERE!” “Egad!” said Sir Fostercheese the Third. “Your feet are as big as boats!” “They’re like flippers!” said George Peach Crumbcake, the notedNew Yorkcritic. And Winona Busywitch, who wrote for all the dance magazines, just shook her head and stared. Belinda didn’t even get to audition. The judges said, “Go home. You will never be a dancer—not with those feet.” Belinda was sad. She stayed sad for a long time. “Maybe the judges are right. Maybe my feet are just too big for a dancer,” she thought. So Belinda stopped dancing. “I’m giving up ballet,” she said to herself. Since she was no longer dancing, she needed something else to do. But she didn’t know how to do anything except dance. After looking and looking, she found a job at Fred’s Fine Food. The customers liked her because she was quick and light on her feet. Fred liked her too, because she worked hard. Belinda liked Fred and the customers, but she missed dancing. One day a band came to Fred’s Fine Food. They called themselves Fred’s Friends. Before the restaurant opened, they warmed up with a snappy toe-tapper. Belinda tapped her toes. Then they played a sweet yearning lilt of a tune, and before she knew what she was doing…Belinda was dancing! The musicians came back to play every day, and every day Belinda danced to their music before the customers arrived. Then one day Fred asked Belinda if she would dance for the customers. Belinda smiled and said, “Oh my, yes!” The customers were enthralled. They love it so much that they told their friends, who came to Fred’ Fine Food the next day. And they loved it so much…that they told their friends, and soon Fred’s Fine Food was packed every day with people who wanted to see Belinda dance. Word finally reached the Maestro from the Grand Metropolitan Ballet. He came by for a look because a friend of a friend told him that he really must see Belinda dance. He was impressed. He was touched. He was moved. “You must perform at Grand Metropolitan Hall!” he cried, “Please say you will!” Belinda laughed and said. “Oh my, yes!” The customers cheered. So Belinda went to Grand Metropolitan Hall and danced to the sweet music of Fred’s Friends. She loved to dance! “Magnificent!” the judges cried. “We have discovered a swallow, a dove, a gazelle!” They didn’t even notice the size of her feet. They were too busy watching her dance. Belinda was happy, because she could dance and dance and dance. As for the judges, she didn’t care a fig!
changes 小凯的家不一样了612
Everything else in the kitchen was in its familiar place, clean and tidy.
It even smelled the same as usual.
Was this what he had meant?
… or looked over the wall?
George and Martha.
MARTHA was very fond of making split pea soup.
Sometimes she made it all day long. Pots and pots of split pea soup.
If there was one thing that GEORGE was not fond of, it was split
pea soup.As a matter of fact, GEORGE hated split pea soup more
than anything else in the world.But it was so hard to tell MARTHA.
he said to himself, I just can't stand another bowl.
Not even another spoonful.
So, while MARTHA was out in the kitchen, GEORGE carefully
poured the rest of his soup into his loafers under the table.
So, while MARTHA was out in the kitchen, GEORGE carefully
poured the rest of his soup into his loafers under the table.
I'm going to be the first of my species to fly! Said GEORGE.
Then why aren't you flying? asked MARTHA.
It seems to me that you are still on the ground.
You are right, said GEORGE.I don't seem to be going anywhere at all.
Maybe the basket is too heavy, said MARTHA.
Yes, said GEORGE, I think you are right again.
Maybe if I climb out, the basket will be lighter.
Oh dear! cried GEORGE.Now what have I done?
There goes my flying machine!That's all right, said MARTHA.
I would rather have you down here with me.
I would rather have you down here with me.
That's what happens when you look at yourself too much in the
mirror, said GEORGE.Then I won't do it ever again, said MARTHA.
And she didn't.
One day when GEORGE was skating to MARTHA's house,
he tripped and fell.
And he broke off his right front tooth.His favorite tooth too.
When he got to MARTHA's, GEORGE cried his eyes out.
Oh dear me! he cried.I look so funny without my favorite tooth!
There, there, said MARTHA.The next day GEORGE went to the dentist.
The dentist replaced GEORGE's missing tooth with a lovely gold one.
When MARTHA was GEORGE's lovely new golden tooth, she was
very happy.GEORGE! she exclaimed.
mirror, said GEORGE.Then I won't do it ever again, said MARTHA.
And she didn't.
One day when GEORGE was skating to MARTHA's house,
he tripped and fell.
And he broke off his right front tooth.His favorite tooth too.
When he got to MARTHA's, GEORGE cried his eyes out.
Guri and Gura (incomplete)
One day, two field mice, Guri and Gura, set off for the woods carrying a big basket. “My name is Guri. And my name is Gura.
And what do you think we like to do best?
Cook and Eat. Eat and cook. Yeah! Guri and Gura, that’s us.”
“I’m going to boil up a basketful of acorns in syrup,” says Guri.
“I’m going to boil up a basketful of chestnuts, mash them and make chestnut cream,” says Gura.
Gathering nuts from the woods, they walk down the path
until lo and behold, in the middle of the path, they see a gigantic...EGG!
“Wow, what a big egg!
This would make a sunny-side-up egg as big as the moon,” says Guri.
This would make a soufflé thicker and softer than my mattress! says Gura.
“Better yet, I think it will make a wonderful sponge cake! A sponge cake so big we can eat if from dawn to dusk and still have some left over,”says Guri.
“Whoopee, a great idea!” says Gura
Now, how in the world can these two little mice take this BIG egg home?
“This egg is much too big for our basket!” says Guri.
“Okay, let’s carry it then,” says Gura.
“But how? It’s so smooth! There’s no place to hold it—it keeps slipping!”
“Okay, let’s roll it home!” “But if we hit a rock, the egg will crack!”
Crossing their arms, the two field mice think for a long time.
Then Guri claps his hands and says, “I know!”
If we can’t take the egg home, then let’s cook it right here. We can bake a sponge cake here in the woods!
Great idea, Guri! Says Gura , clapping his hands with joy.
Guri and Gura quickly run home and gather all the things they need—
they take out their biggest pan, lots of flour, butter, milk, sugar, a mixing bowl, two beaters, two aprons, some matches and two big knapsacks.
But the pan is so big it won’t fit in their knapsacks.
“Oh well, I can drag the pan,” says Guri.
“And I can roll the lid,” says Gura. “Come on, let’s go!”
Guri and Gura put on their aprons.
“Okay, here we go! I’ll crack open the egg.”
Guri clenches his fist and hits the egg as hard as he can. clench one’s fist
I am a penguin and I turn my head.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
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I am a giraffe and I bend my neck.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
melaniezengxing于2012-5-8 17:24补充以下内容：
I am a buffalo and I raise my shoulders.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
melaniezengxing于2012-5-8 17:25补充以下内容：
I am a monkey and I wave my arms.
Can you do it?
I can do it.
melaniezengxing于2012-5-8 17:25补充以下内容：
I am a monkey and I wave my arms.
Can you do it?
I can do it.