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  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:31:07 使用道具

    If you take a mouse to school,
      He’ll ask you for your  lunchbox.
       
      When you give him your lunchbox, he’ll want a  sandwich –  
       
      And a snack for later.
      Then he’ll need a notebook and some pencils.
       
      He’ll probably want to share your backpack, too.
       
      When you get to school,
      He’ll put his things in your locker and take a  look around.
       
      He might do a little math, and spell a word or  two.
       
      He’ll even try a science experiment!
       
      Then he’ll need to wash up.
      You’ll have to take him to the bathroom.
       
      Once he’s nice and clean,
       
      He’ll be ready for his lunch.
      One the way to the lunchbox, he’ll see some  building blocks.
       
      He’ll build a little mouse house.
       
      And make some furniture out of clay.
       
      Then he’ll need some books for his bookshelf.
      He’ll start by writing one of his own,
      So he’ll need a lot of paper.
       
      He’ll probably use up all your pencils.
       
      When he’s finished, he’ll want to read his book  to you.
       
      Then he’ll want to take it home.
      So he’ll put it in your lunchbox,
      And tuck it in a safe place.
       
      When the bell rings,
      He’ll run out to wait for the bus.
       
      While he’s waiting,  
      He’ll play a quick game of soccer.
       
      Then he’ll ask you to shoot a few baskets,
       
      And do a little skateboarding.
       
      When he stops to catch his breath,  
      he’ll want to eat his snack.
      So he’ll ask you for your …
       
      Lunchbox. And chances are,  
       
      if he asks you for your lunchbox,  
       
      you’ll have to take him  
       
      back to school.

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  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:31:34 使用道具

    A Squash and a Squeeze


    A Squash and a Squeeze
    01 - A little old lady lived all by herself
    with a table and chairs and a jug on the shelf.
    02 - A wise old man heard her grumble and grouse,
    “There’s not enough room in my house.
    Wise old man, won’t you help me, please?
    My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
    03 - “Take in your hen,” said the wise old man.
    “Take in my hen? What a curious plan.”
    04 - Well, the hen laid an egg on the fireside rug,
    And flapped round the room knocking over the jug.
    06 - The little old lady cried, “What shall I do?
    It was poky for one and it’s tiny for two.
    My house has a tickle and there’s no room to sneeze.
    My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
    And she said, “Wise old man,
    won’t you help me, please?
    My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
    07 - “Take in your goat,” said the wise old man.
    “Take in my goat? What a curious plan.”
    08 - Well, the goat chewed the curtain and trod on the egg,
    then sat down to nibble the table leg.
    09 - The little old lady cried, “Glory be!
    It was tiny for two and it’s titchy for three.
    The hen pecks the goat and the goat’s got fleas.
    My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
    And she said, “Wise old man,
    won’t you help me, please?
    My house is a squash and a squeeze.”
    11 - “Take in your pig,” said the wise old man.
    “Take in my pig? What a curious plan.”
    12 - So she took in her pig who kept chasing the hen,
    And raiding the larder again and again.
    14 - The little old lady


  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:32:02 使用道具

    The Smartest Giant in Town


    The Smartest Giant in Town
    01- George was a giant, the scruffiest giant in town. He always wore the same pair of old brown sandals and the same old patched-up gown. “I wish I wasn’t the scruffiest giant in town,” he said sadly.
    02- But one day, George noticed a new shop. It was full of smart clothes. So he bought… a smart shirt, a smart pair of trousers, a smart belt, a smart stripy tie, some smart socks with diamonds up the sides, and a pair of smart shiny shoes. “Now I’m the smartest giant in town,” he said proudly.
    03- George left his old clothes behind in the shop. He was about to go home when he heard a sound. On the pavement stood a giraffe who was sniffing sadly. “what’s the matter?” asked George.
    04- “It’s my neck,” said the giraffe. “It’s so very long and so very cold. I wish I had a long, warm scarf!”
    05- “Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his stripy tie. “It didn’t match my socks anyway,” he said, as he wound it round and round the giraffe’s neck. It made a wonderful scarf. “Thank you!” said the giraffe.
    06- As George strode towards home, he sang to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe, but look me up and down- I’m the smartest giant in town.”
    07- George came to a river. On a boat stood a goat who was bleating loudly. “What’s the matter?” asked George.
    08- “It’s my sail,” said the goat. “It blew away in a storm. I wish I had a strong new sail for my boat!”
    09- “Cheer up!” said George, and he took off his new white shirt. “It kept coming untucked anyway,” he said, as he tied it to the mast of the goat’s boat. It made a magnificent sail. “Thank you!” said the goat.
    10- George strode on, singing to himself, “My tie is a scarf for a cold giraffe, my shirt’s on a boat as a sail for a goat, but look me up and down- I’m the smartest giant in town!”
    11- George came to a tiny ruined house. Beside the house stood a white mouse with lots of bay mice. They were all squeaking. “What’s the matter?” asked George.

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  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:33:17 使用道具

    Doctor De Soto老鼠地


    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.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:33:35 使用道具

    Clap Your Hands


    Clap your hands, stomp your feet

    Shake your arms, then take a seat.

    Rub your tummy,  pat your head.

    Find something yellow, find something red.

    Reach for the sky, wiggle your toes.

    Stick out your tongue, and touch your nose.

    Roar like a lion, growl like a bear.

    Give me a kiss….. Do you dare?

    Wiggle your finger, slap your knee.

    I’ll tickle you if you tickle me!

    Find something big, find something small

    Spin in a circle… but try not to fall!

    Close you eyes and count to four.

    Now do a somersault across the floor.

    Spread you feet, look upside down.

    Hop like a bunny, flap like a bird.

    Quiet as a mouse, now…  Don’t say a word.

    Tell me your name, How old are you?

    Tell me a secret, and I’ll tell you one, too!

    Purr like a kitten, bark like a dog.

    Crawl like a baby, jump like a frog.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:33:52 使用道具

    When I Get Bigger


    When I get bigger I'll be able to do lots of things.

    I'll go to the corner store by myself...

        ...and spend my allowance on anything I want.

    I'll wait until the light is green, Then I'll look both ways for cars before I cross the street.

    I'll have my own watch and I'll tell everyone what time it is.

    I'll go on a bus to Grandma and Grandpa's.

    I'll go to first grade.

    When I get bigger I'll have a real leather football...

         ...my own radio, and a pair of superpro roller skates.

    I'll have a two-wheeler and a peper route. I'll make lots of money.

    At the playground I 'll help the little kids on the swings.

    I'll pick out my own boots at the shoe store.

    I'll make a phone call and dial it myself.

    I'll order something from a catalog...

         ...and it will come in the mail.

    When i get bigger I'll camp out in the backyard all night long.

    Or I'll stay up to see the end of the late movie. Even if I get sleepy, I won't go to bed.

    But right now I have to go to bed...  

         ...because Mom and Dad say...  

         ...I'm not bigger yet.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:34:10 使用道具

    Llama llama red pajama BY Anna Dewdney


    Llama llama red pajama reads a story with his mama.

    Mama kisses baby's hair. Mama Llama goes downstairs.

    Llama llama red pajama feels alone without his mama.

    Baby llama wants a drink.

    Mama's at the kitchen sink.

    Llama llama red pajama calls down to his llama mama.

    Mama says she'll be up soon.

    Baby Llama hums a tune.

    Llama llama red pajama waiting waiting for his mama.

    Mama isn't coming yet. Baby Llama starts to fret.

    Llama llama red pajama whimpers softly for his mama.

    Mama Llama hears the phone.

    Baby Llama starts to moan....

    Llama llama red pajama listens, quiet, for his mama.

    What is Mama Llama doing?

    Baby Llama starts boo hoo-ing.

    Llama llama red pajama hollers loudly for his mama.

    Baby Llama stomps and pouts.

    Baby Llama jumps and shouts.

    Llama llama red pajama in the dark without his mama.

    Eyes wide open, covers drawn... What if Mama Llama's GONE?

    Llama llama red pajama weeping, wailing for his mama.

    Will his Mama ever come?

    Mama Llama, RUN RUN RUN!

    Baby Llama what a tizzy! Sometimes Mama's very busy.

    Please stop all this Llama drama and be patient for your mama.

    Little Llama, don't you know, Mama Llama loves you so?

    Mama Llama's always near, even if she's not right here.

    Llama llama red pajama gets two kisses from his mama, snuggles pillow soft and deep...

    Baby Llama goes to sleep.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:34:30 使用道具

    I love you like crazy cakes


    I love you like crazy cakes  BY Rose Lewis



       Once upon a time in China there was a baby girl who lived in a big room with lots of other babies.

       The girl shared a cribs with one another and became great friends. The girl had nannies to take care of them, but each was missing something---a mother.

       Far away across the ocean was a woman who also had many friends, but she was missing something, too---a baby. That woman was me.

    So I wrote a letter to officials in China and asked if I could adopt one of the babies who lived in the big room.

       Monthes later, I received a letter with a picture of a beautiful girl...that was you. The people in China said I could adopt you if i promised to take good care of you.

       A few weeks later, I packed my suitcases with toys, books, diapers, food, and clothes just for you and boarded a plane for the very long trip to China.

       There were other families who were also waiting to meet their babies. I couldn't wait to hold you.

       The next day, your nannies brught you and your friends from the countryside to the city to meet us.

       I was so happy that I cried the moment I took you in my arms...you cried, too.

       I had been waiting for you my whole life.

       I brought you back to the hotel and sat you down on the bed to get a good look at you.

       Your rosy cheeks made you look like a soft, pink doll.

       When you looked at me with those big brown eyes, I knew we belonged together.

       "I love you like crazy cake," I whispered.

       How did someone make this perfect match a world away?

       The first night, I laid you down in your crib made up with crisp white linens and new blankets.

       I tucked you in and kissed your little hands and tiny feet a hundred times.

       I was falling in love.

       Whenver you weren't sleeping, I played with you. I put silly hats on you and took your picture. I stared at you while you napped.

       On the long trip home you stood up in your seat and smiled at the man behind us. It was the end of one amazing journey and the beginning of another.

       When we finaly landed, your new grand-parents, aunts,uncles,cousins, and friends were waiting for you with lots of hugs and kisses.

       Your new room was filled with touys, stuffed animals, and a new crib. All the grown-ups watched as you carefully checked out your new room.

       Then you smiled as if to say"I'm home."

       But when everyone left and that first day turned to night, I took you to your room, played a lullaby and rocked you to sleep.

       I held you tightly, kissed you softly,and cried.

       The tears were for your Chinese mother, who could not keep you.

       I wanted her to know that we would always remember her.

       And I hoped somehow she knew you were safe and happy in the world.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:34:56 使用道具

    The Important Book


    The important thing about a spoon is that you eat with it.

    It's like a little shovel,

    You hold it in your hand,

    You can put it in your mouth,

    It isn't flat,

    It's hollow,

    And it spoons things up.

    But the imprtant thing about a spoon is that you eat with it.



    The important thing about a daisy is that it is white.

    It is yellow in the middle,

    It has long white petals,

    And bees sit on it,

    It has a ticklish smell,

    It grows in green fields,

    And there are always lots of daisies.

    But the important thing about a daisy is that it is white.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:35:17 使用道具

    One Fine Day
    by Nonny Hogrogian
    One fine day a fox traveled through a great forest. When he reached
    the other side he was very thirsty. He saw a pail of milk that an old
    woman had set down while she gathered wood for her fire. Before she
    noticed the fox, he had lapped up most of the milk.
    The woman became so angry that she grabbed her knife
    and chopped off his tail, and the fox began to cry.
    "Please, old woman, give me back my tail. Sew it in place
    or all my friends will laugh at me."
    "Give me back my milk," she said, "and I´ll give you back your tail."
    So the fox dried his tears and went to find a cow.
    "Dear cow," he begged, "please give me some milk so I can give it to
    the old woman so she will sew my tail in peace."
    The cow replied, "I'll give you some milk if you bring me some
    grass."
    The fox called to the field, "Oh beautiful field, give me some grass.
    I'll take it to the cow and she'll give me some milk. then I'll take the
    milk to the old woman so she will sew my tail in place and I can
    return to my friends."
    The field called back, "Bring me some water."
    The fox ran to the stream and begged for some water, and the stream
    answered, "Bring me a jug."
    The fox found a fair maiden. "Sweet maiden," he said,
    "Please give me your jug so I can fetch some water to give the filed
    to get some grass to feed the cow to get some milk to give
    the old woman to sew my tail in place so I can return to my friends."
    The maiden smiled. "If you find a blue bead for me," she said,
    "I´ll give you my jug."
    So the fox found a peddler and said, "There is a pretty maiden down
    the road and if you give me one blue bead for her she'll be pleased with
    you and pleased with me. then she'll give me her jug so I can fetch
    some water to give the field to get some grass to feed the cow to get
    some milk to give the old woman to sew my tail in place."
    But the peddler was not taken in by the promise of a pretty smile or
    the cleverness of the fox and he replied, "Pay me an egg and I'll give
    you a bead."
    The fox went off and found a hen.
    "Hen, dear hen, please give me an egg to give to the peddler in
    payment for the bead to get the jug to fetch the water to give the field
    to get some grass to feed the cow to get the milk that I must give the
    old woman in return for my tail."
    the hen clucked. "I'll trade you an egg for some grain."
    The fox was getting desperate, and when He found the miller he began
    to cry.
    "Oh kind miller, please give me a little grain. I have to trade it for
    the egg to pay the peddler to get the blue bead to give the maiden in
    return for her jug to fetch the water to give the field to get the grass to
    feed the cow to get the milk to give the old woman so she'll sew my
    tail in place, or all my friends will laugh at me."
    The miller was a good man and felt sorry for the fox.
    So he gave him the grain to give to the hen to get the egg
    to pay the peddler to get the bead
    to give the maiden to get the jug to fetch the water
    to give the field to get the grass to feed the cow
    to get the milk to give the old woman to get his tail back.
    The fox returned to the old woman and gave her the milk.
    Then she carefully sewed his tail in place,
    and off he ran to join his friends on the other side of the forest.


  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:35:50 使用道具

    Rapunzel (1998 Caldecott Medal Book)
    01 - Long ago, there lived a man and a woman who had no children. As year followed year, this was their only sorrow. Then one spring, the wife felt her dress growing tight around her waist. Joyfully she said to her husband, "We are going to have a child at last."

    02 - The wife liked to sit by a small window at the back of their house and look down into a beautiful garden. Flowers grew there, and rare fruits and herbs of every kind. The garden belonged to a sorceress, who had enclosed it on all sides with a high wall. No one ever dared to enter it.
    One day, as the wife sat by the window, her eyes fixed on a bed of rapunzel. The herb looked so luxuriant, so green and thick and fresh, that she felt a terrible longing to taste it. Day after day her craving grew, until she began to suffer from it. She became pale and wretched, and said to her husband, "If I cannot eat some of the rapunzel from the garden behind our house, I am going to die."

    03 - Her husband was alarmed to hear such desperate words. He loved his wife dearly, and saw no choice but to bring her some of the rapunzel.
    Ten times, twenty times he circled the garden wall, but found neither door nor gate. So, lowering himself through the window at the back of the house, he climbed down into the sorceress' garden. Quickly he pulled up as much rapunzel as he could hold and scrambled back up through the window.
    His wife made a salad of the roots and greens, and devoured it with a wild hunger. So intensely delicious was the taste that she nearly fainted as she ate. Yet the next day her craving for rapunzel was even fiercer than before.

    04 & 05 - Once again the husband made his way down the wall and into the garden. But this time as he reached for the rapunzel, the sorceress rose up before him. "How dare you come here to steal my rapunzel!" she cried. "Oh, it will serve you ill!"
    "Have mercy on me," the man begged. "My wife is carrying our child. She has seen your rapunzel from our window and conceived such a longing for it that she will die unless she can eat some. What am I to do?"
    The sorceress considered his words. "If what you say is true, you may take the rapunzal that you need. But in return, you must give me the child your wife will bear."
    The frightened busband did not know what to say. Rather than see his wife die, he agreed to the demand. And when the child was born, the sorceress appeared in the roon. She named the baby girl Rapunzel and carried her away.

    06 - The sorceress cared for the baby, seeing to her every need. Rapunzel grew to be a child of rare beauty, with pale skin and an abundance of flowing red-gold hair. When she reached the age of twelve, the sorceress led her into the forest to live in a high tower.

    07 - The tower was a great column rising in the middle of the woods. Although it looked narrow on the outside, on the inside it was large, with many elegant rooms. Yet no door led into this tower, and its only window was at the very top.
    When the sorceress wished to enter, she stood below the window and called, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair." Then Rapunzel would unpin her silky braids, wind them around a hook on the window frame, and let them tumble all the way to the ground. The sorceress would grab hold of them and hoist herself up.

    08 - For years, Rapunzel lived alone in her rooms above the treetops, visited only by the sorceress. Then one day a king's son came riding through the woods. As he neared the tower, he heard a voice sweeter than any he had ever known. It was Rapunzel, singing to the forest birds. Charmed by her voice, the prince fell deeply in love. He circled the tower ten times, twenty times, but found no entrance. "How strange this tower is," he said to himself, and felt he would die of sadness.
    He inquired at the nearest houses, where he was told that the tower belonged to a sorceress, who was keeping a youny girl shut away inside. Day after day the prince returned, hoping to glimpse the girl whose sweet singing had moved him so.

    09 - One morning he saw the sorceress appear below the window and call up, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
    At once the prince knew how he, too, might enter the tower.
    The next evening he stood under the window and called, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" Rapunzel's hair came billowing down. The king's son took hold of it and pulled himself up.
    "Heaven preserve me!" cried Rapunzel when the prince stepped through her window, for she had never set eyes on a man before. But he began to speak to her in such a friendly way that her fear was soon gone.

    10 - "Your singing was so beautiful," the prince told her, "that I knew I must see your face, or my heart could have no peace." Rapunzel saw that he was young and handsome; in her own heart she felt a happiness she had never known. And when the prince, grown bold, proposed to marry her then and there, she consented. They held a ceremony in the tower, and every evening after that, he returned. The sorceress, who came only by day, knew nothing of his visits.

    11 - One day when the sorceress entered the tower, Rapunzel said, "If you please, Stepmother, help me with my dress. It is growing so tight around my waist, it doesn't want to fit me anymore."
    Instantly the sorceress understood what Rapunzel did not. "Oh, you wicked child!" she shrieked. "What do I hear you say? I thought I had kept you safe, away from the whole world, but you have betrayed me!"

    12 - In a rage, she seized the braids and coils of Rapunzel's silky hair and sheared them off. Then she sent the miserable girl to a wild country, to live alone with no one to care for her. After some months in this wilderness, Rapunzel gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

    13 - Once the sorceress had cast Rapunzel out of the tower, she gathered the cutoff hair and fastened it to the window-hook. That evening, when the prince called up, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" she let the hair cascade down. The poor prince pulled himself up to the window, only to be confronted by the sorceress, her eyes wild with fury. "So you have come to fetch your dearest darling?" she cried. "Well, you shall not see her again--Rapunzel is lost to you forever!"
    Struck through with grief, the prince let go of the braids, and he plummeted to the ground.

    14 & 15 - Although the fall should have killed him, the prince lived. But his eyes were hurt; he could no longer see. Wretched and blind, he stumbled from place to place, eating nothing but roots and berries, thinking of nothing but the loss of his beloved wife. After a year of wandering in such misery, he came into the same wilderness where Rapunzel was living with her children. There one day he heard a voice so dear to him that he rushed toward it. Rapunzel saw him and opened her arms to him, weeping.

    16 - As Rapunzel embraced the prince, two of her tears fell into his eyes. Suddenly his vision grew clear; once again the prince could see.
    He gazed at Rapunzel and at their two beautiful children. He looked up at the hills beyond the rocky landscape and knew that he was not lost. The prince led his family out of the wilderness toward his kingdom, where they were received with great joy.

    17 - There they lived a long life, happy and content.


  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:36:16 使用道具

    1983: Shadow


    The eye has no shadow.
    All the children of the Moon
    and the Sun, the Earth,
    the Water, the Air, the Fire,
    own no shadow.
    Shadow itself has no shadow.
    ........
    Shadow never speaks;
    it only listens.  
    It follows man everywhere—even to war.
    As long as there is light or fire,
    there is Shadow—and when night falls,
    Shadow goes back to the forest.
    ........



  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:36:49 使用道具

    Always Room for One More


    There was a wee house in the heather--
    'Twas a bit o' a but and a ben--
    And in it there lived all together Lachie MacLachlan And his good wife,
    And his bairns to the number of ten.
    "There's a fire on the hearthstone to warm me,
    And porridge to spare in the pot," Said Lachie.
    "The weather is stormy, So me and my wife And our ten bairns,
    Will be sharing whatever we've got."  
    So he hailed every traveler that passed by his door.
    Said Lachie MacLachlan, "There's room galore.
    Och, come awa' in! There's room for one more,
    Always room for one more!"
    A tinker came first, then a tailor,
    And a sailor with line and lead;
    A gallowglass and a fishing lass,
    With a creel o' fish on her head;
    A merry auld wife full o' banter,
    Four peat-cutters up from the bog,
    Piping Rury the Ranter,
    and a sheperd laddie Down from the brae,
    With his canny wee sheperd dog.  
    He hailed them all as he stood at the door.
    Said Lachie MacLachlan,
    "There's room galore.
    Och, come awa' in!
    There's room for one more,
    Always room for one more!"  
    Rury's pipes set the rafters a-ringing Till the clock danced a reel on the shelf,
    And they all fell to dancing and singing,
    And the little dog danced by himself.
    Och, the walls they bulged out and bulged in then,
    The walls they bulged in and out.
    There will never be heard such a din, then,
    As came from the folks In the wee little house
    While they rollicked and frolicked about.  
    They filled all the house up from door to door,
    But Lachie cried out, "There's room galore.
    'Twould be a tight fit, but there's room for one more,
    Always room for one more!"  
    Then the rafters they clappit like thunder,
    And folks in the nearby town Stood stock-still to listen and wonder,
    When the wee little house With its but and its ben And its walls and its roof DINGED DOWN!
    Then the tinker and the tailor,
    And the sailor with line and lead;
    The gallowglass, and the fishing lass,
    With the creel o' fish on her head;
    The auld wife full o' banter,
    The four peat-cutters up from the bog,  
    Piping Rury the Ranter,
    And the sheperd laddie down from the brae,
    With his canny wee sheperd dog,
    AND Lachie MachLachlan,
    His good wife, And his bairns to the number of ten,
    They all tumbled out again!  
    And they gowked at the place where the house stood before.
    "Och, Lachie," they cried,
    "there was room galore, But worry and woe, there's no room no more,
    Never no room no more!"  
    They wailed for a while in the heather,
    As glum as a grumpetie grouse, Then they shouted,
    "Have done with this blether!
    For Lachie MacLachlan, His wife and his bairns,
    We'll raise up a bonny new house."
    The house that they raised from the auld one Was double as wide and as high. Should an army come by it could hauld one,
    With Lachie MacLachlan, His wife and his bairns,
    And whoever else happened by.  
    And then the whole lot of them stood at the door,
    And merrily shouted,
    "There's room galore!
    Now there will always be room for one more,
    Always room for one more!"
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:37:27 使用道具

    为什么蚊子在人耳朵里嘤嘤嗡嗡(Why Mosquitoes Buzz inPoeple'sEars)。
    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.

  • dancingsnowliu

    2012-2-9 09:37:44 使用道具

    本帖最后由 dancingsnowliu 于 2012-2-9 09:40 编辑

    呵呵你把帖子挪过来了
    不好意思我忘了不能回帖,你要是能删,把我的删了吧,非常不好意思
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:38:39 使用道具

    卖帽子


    CAPS FOR SALE



    Once there was a peddler who sold caps.
    But he was not like an ordinary peddler
    Carrying his wares on his back.
    He carried them on top of his head.

    First he had on his own checked cap,
    Checked cap,
    Then a bunch of gray caps,
    The a bunch of brown caps,
    The a bunch of blue caps,
    And on the very top a bunch of red caps.

    He walded up and down the streets,
    Holding himself very straight so as not to upset his caps.

    As he went along he called,
    “caps! Caps for sale!
    Fifty cents a cap! ”

    One morning
    He
    couldn’t
    see any caps.
    He walked up the street and he walked down the street calling,
    “caps! Caps for sale!
    Fifty cents a cap! ”

    But nobody wanted any caps
    That morning.
    Nobody wated even a red cap.

    He began to feel very hungry,
    But he had no money for lunch.

    “I think I’ll go for a walk in the country,”
    Said he.
    And he walked out of town—
    Slowly,slowly,
    So as not to upset his caps.

    He walked for a long time
    Until he came to a great big tree.

    “that’s a nice place for a rest,”
    Thought he.

    And he sat down very slowly,under the tree
    And leaned back little by little
    Against the tree-trunk so as not to disturb the caps on his head.

    Then he put up his hand to feel if they were straight—
    First his own checked cap,
    Then the grey caps,
    Then the brown caps,
    Then the blue caps,
    Then the red caps on the very top.

    They were all there.
    So he went to sleep.
    He slept for a long time.

    When he woke up
    He was refreshed and rested.

    But before standing up
    He felt with his hand to make sure his caps were in the right place.

    All he felt was his own checked cap!

    He lookded to the right of him.
    No caps.

    He looed to the left of him.
    No caps.

    He looked in back of him.
    No caps.

    He looked behind the tree.
    No caps.

    Then he looked up into the tree.
    And what do you think he saw?

    On every branch sat a monkey.
    On every monkey was a gray, or a brown, or a blue, or a red cap!

    The peddler looked at the monkeys.

    The monkeys looked at the peddler.

    He didn’t know what to do.

    Finally he spoke to them.

    “you monkeys,you,”
    He said.
    shaking a finger at them,
    “you give me back my caps.”

    But the monkeys only shook their fingers
    back at him and said,
    “TSZ,tsz,,tsz”

    This made the peddler angry,
    so he shook both hands
    At them and said,
    “you monkeys,you!
    You give me back my caps.”

    But the monkeys only shook both their hands
    back at him and said,
    “TSZ,tsz,,tsz”

    Now he felt quite angry.
    He stamped his foot,
    And he said,
    “you monkeys,you!
    You better give me back my caps”

    But the monkeys only stamped their feet
    back at him and said,
    “TSZ,tsz,,tsz”

    By this time
    the peddler was really
    very ,very angry.
    He stamped both his feet and
    shouted ,”you monkeys,you!
    You must give me back my caps!”

    But the monkeys only stamped both their feet
    back at him and said,
    “TSZ,tsz,,tsz”

    At last he became
    so angry that he
    pulled of his own caps,
    threw it on the ground,and
    began to walk away.

    But then,
    each monkey
    pulled off
    his cap…

    and all the grey caps,
    and all the brown caps,
    and all the blue caps.
    and all the red caps
    came flying down
    out of the tree.

    So the peddler
    picked up his caps and
    put them back on his head—

    first his own checked cap,

    then the gray caps,
    then the brown caps,
    then the blue caps
    then the red caps
    on the very top.

    And slowly,slowly,
    He walked back to town calling,
    “caps! Caps for sale!
    Fifty cents a cap!”`



  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:40:01 使用道具

    Have You Filled a Bucket Today?  -----A Guide to Daily Happiness for Kids


    All day long, everyone in the whole wide world walks around carrying an invisible bucket.
    You can't see it, but it's there.
    You have a bucket.
    Your mom and dad each have a bucket.
    Your sister and brother have a bucket.
    Your grandparents,friends, and neighbors all have a bucket.
    Everyone carries an invisible bucket.
    Your bucket has one purpose only.
    Its purpose is to hold your good thoughts and good feelings about yourself.
    You feel very happy and good when your bucket is full, and you feel very sad and lonely when your bucket is empty.
    Other people feel the same way, too. They're happy when their buckets are full and they're sad when their buckets are empty.
    It's great to have a full bucket and this is how it works.....
    You need other people to fill your bucket and other people need you to fill theirs. So, how do you fill a bucket?
    You fill a bucket when you show love to someone, when you say or do something kind, or even when you give someone a smile.
    That's being a bucket filler.
    A bucket filler is a loving, caring person who says or does nice thing that make others feel special.
    When you make someone feel special, you are filling a bucket.
    But, you can dip into a bucket and take out some good feelings. You dip into a bucket when you make fun of someone, when you say or do mean things, or even when you ignore someone.
    That's being a bucket dipper.
    A bully is a bucket dipper.
    A bucket dipper says or does mean things that make others feel bad.
    Many bucket dippers have an empty bucket. They think they can fill their own bucket by dipping into someone else's...   but that will never work. You never fill your own bucket when you dip into someone else's.
    But guess what....   when you fill someone's bucket, you fill your own bucket too!  You feel good when you help others feel good.
    All day long,we are either filling up or dipping into each other's bucket by what we say and what we do.  Try to fill a bucket and see what happens.
    You love your mom and dad. Why not tell them you love them? You can even tell them why.  Your caring words will fill their buckets right up.  Watch for smiles to light up their faces. You will feel like smiling too.  A smile is a good clue that you have filled a bucket.
    If you practice, you'll become a great bucket filler. Just remember that everyone carries an invisible bucket, and think of what you can say or do to fill it.
    Here are some ideas for you.
    You could smile and say"HI!" to the bus driver. He has a bucket too.
    You could invite the new kid at school to play with you.
    You could write a thank-you note to your teacher.
    You could tell your grandpa that you like to spend time with him.
    There are many ways to fill a bucket.
    Bucket filling is fun and easy to do .
    It doesn't matter how young or old you are.
    It doesn't cost any money.
    It doesn't take much time.
    And remember, when you fill someone else's bucket, you fill your own bucket too.
    When you are a bucket filler, you make your home, your school, and your neighborhood better places to be. Buckets filling makes everyone feel good.
    So, why not decide to be a bucket filler today and every day? Just start each day by saying to yourself, " I'm going to do something to fill someone's bucket today."  And, at the end of each day, ask yourself, "Did I fill a bucket today?"   "Yes, I did!" that's the life of a bucket filler...
    And that's YOU!


    By  Carol McCloud
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:40:21 使用道具

    Whoever You Are


    Little one, whoever you are, wherever you are,  there are little ones just like you all over the world.
    Their skin may be different from yours, and their homes may be different from yours.
    Their school may be different from yours, and their lands may be different from yours.
    Their lives may be different from yours, and their words may be very different from yours.
    But inside, their hearts are just like yours, whoever you are,  wherever you are, all over the world.
    Their smiles are like yours,  and they laugh just like you.
    Their hurts are like yours,  and they cry like you, too,  whoever you are,  wherever you are, all over the world.
    Little one, when you are older and when you are grown,  you may be different,  and they may be different,  wherever you are,  wherever they are,  in this big, wide world.
    But remember this:
                Joys are the same, and love is the same.
                      Pain is the same, and the blood is the same.
                           Smiles are the same, and hearts are just the same------
    wherever they are,  wherever you are,  wherever we are,  all over the world!
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:41:02 使用道具

    Are You Growing Worries?



      Most things grow when you tend to them.

      Have you ever planted a tomato seed? If you cover your seed with rich, dark soil and water it and make sure it gets plenty of sunlight, pretty soon a little green shoot will appear.

      If you give it more water each day, the green shoot will turn into a big stalk with leaves and flowers. And then one day, a tomato will appear!

      If you keep tending to your plant, more and more tomatoes will appear. Soon you will have so many tomatoes that you might have to go to the library for a tomato cookbook so you can learn to make tomato sauce and tomato soup.

      Tomatoes will appear in your salad and next to your tuna fish. You will find tomato sandwiched in your lunchbox, tomato juice for a snack, and tomato paste for dinner. And one day, there will be so many tomatoes that your dad will suggest chopping them up to make tomato ice cream and tomato cookies!

      All of those tomatoes will have come from one little seed that you planted and tended every day.

      Did you know that worries are like tomatoes? No, you can’t eat them. But you can make them grow, simply by paying attention to them.

      Many children tend to their worries, even though they don’t really mean to. And pretty soon, what might have started as just a little seed of worry has become a HUGE PILE OF PROBLMES that you don’t know how to get rid of.

      If this has happened to you, if your worries have grown so big that they bother you almost every day, then this book is for you.

      The bad news, as you know, is that worries can grow pretty fast and cause a lot of trouble.

      The good news, which you may not know, is that you have the power to make the worries go away. You do.

      Keep reading and you will learn how.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:41:49 使用道具

    THE EMPTY POT


    A long time ago in China there was a boy named Ping who loved flowers. Anything  he planted burst into bloom. Up flowers, bushes, and even big fruit trees, as if by magic!
       Everyone in the kingdom loved flowers too.
       They planted them everywhere, and the air smelled like perfume.
       The emperor loved birds and animals, but flowers most of all, and he tended his own garden every day. But the Emperor was very old. He needed to choose a successor to the throne.
       Who would his successor be? And how would the Emperor choose?  Because the Emperor loved flowers so much, he decided to let the flowers choose.
       The next day a proclamation was issued: All the children in the land were to come to the palace. They would be given special flower seeds by the Emperor. " Whoever can show their best in a year's time," he said, "will succeed me to the throne."
       This news created great excitement throughout the land!  Children from all over the country swarmed to the palace to get their flower seeds.
       All the parents wanted their children to be chosen Emperor, and all the children hoped they would be chosen too!
       When Ping received his seed from the Emperor, he was the happiest child of all. He was sure he could grow the most beautiful flower.
       Ping filled a flowerpot with rich soil. He planted the seed in it very carefully.
       He watered it everyday. He couldn't wait to see it sprout, grow, and blossom into a beautiful flower!
       Day after day passed, but nothing grew in his pot.
       Ping was very worried. He put new soil into a big pot.  Then he transferred the seed into the rich black soil.
       Another two months he waited. Still nothing happened.  By and by the whole year passed.
       Spring came, and all the children put on their best clothes to greet the Emperor.  They rushed to the palace with their flowers, eagerly hoping to be chosen.
       Ping was ashamed of his empty pot. He thought the other children would laugh at him because for once he couldn't get a flower to grow.  His clever friend ran by, holding a great big plant. "Ping!" he said. " You're not really going to the Emperor with an empty pot, are you? Couldn't you grow a great flower like mine?"  "I've grown lots of flowers better than yours," Ping said. "It's just this seed that won't grow."
       Ping's father overheard this and said, " You did your best, and your best is good enough to present to the Emperor."
       Holding the empty pot in his hands, Ping went straightaway to the palace.
       The Emperor was looking at the flowers slowly, one by one.  How beautiful all the flowers were!  But the Emperor was frowning and did not say a word. Finally he came to Ping. Ping hung his head in shame, expecting to be punished.
       The Emperor asked him, "Why did you bring an empty pot?" Ping started cry and replied, "I planted the seed you gave me and I watered every day, but it didn't sprout. I put it in a better pot with better soil, but still it didn't sprout! I tended it all year long, but nothing grew. So today I had to bring an empty pot without a flower. It was the best I could do."
       When the Emperor heard these words, a smile slowly spread over his face, and he put his arm around Ping. Then he exclaimed to one and all. "I have found him! I have found the one person worthy of being Emperor!
      "Where you got your seed from, I do not know. For the seeds I gave you had all been cooked. So it was impossible for any of them to grow.
       "I admire Ping's great courage to appear before me with the empty truth, and now I reward him my entire kingdom and make him Emperor of all the land!
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:43:17 使用道具

    The Little House 小房子


    The Little House.

    by

    Virginia Burton.
    THE LITTLE HOUSE.

          Once upon a time
    there was a Little House
    way out in the country.
    She was a pretty Little House   
    and she was strong and well built.
    The man who built her so well said,
    "This Little House shall never be sold
    for gold or silver and she will live to see
    our great-great-grandchildren's
    great-great-grandchildren living in her."

    The Little House
    was very happy
    as she sat on the hill
    and watched the countryside around her.
    She watched the sun rise in the morning
    and she watched the sun set in the evening.
    Day followed day,
    each one a little different
    from the one before.
    but the Little House stayed
    just the same.
                            
    In the nights
    she watched the moon grow
    from a thin new moon to a full moon,
    then back again to a thin old moon;
    and when there was no moon
    she watched the stars.
         Way off in the distance
    she could see the lights of the city.
    The Little House was curious about the city
    and wondered what it would be like to live there.

    Time passed - quickly
    for the Little House
    as she watched the countryside
    slowly change with the seasons.
    In the Spring,
    when the days grew longer
    and the sun warmer,
    she waited for the first robin
    to return from the South.
    She watched the grass turn green.
    She watched the buds on the trees swell
    and the apple trees burst into blossom
    She watched the children
    playing in the brook.

    In the long Summer days
    she sat in the sun
    and watched the trees
    cover themselves with leaves
    and the white daisies cover the hill.
       She watched the gardens grow,
    and she watched the apples turn red and ripen.
    She watched the children swimming in the
    pool.

         In the Fall,
    when the days grew shorter
    and the nights colder,
    she watched the first frost
    turn the leaves to bright yellow
    and orange and red.
       She watched the harvest gathered
    and the apples picked.
    She watched the children
    going back to school.

         In the Winter,
    when the nights were long and the days short,
    and the countryside covered with snow,
    she watched the children
    coasting and skating.
    Year followed year.
         The apple trees grew old
    and new ones were planted.
         The children grew up
    and went away to the city.
    and now at night
    the lights of the city
    seemed brighter and closer.

            One day
    the Little House
    was surprised to see
    a horseless carriage coming down
    the winding country road.
    Pretty soon there were more of them
    on the road and fewer carriages pulled bay horses.
    Pretty soon along came a steam shovel and dug a road
    through the hill covered with daisies.
    Then some trucks came and dumped big stones on the road,
    then some trucks with little stones,
    then some trucks with tar and sand,
    and rolled it all smooth,
    and the road was done.

            Now the Little House
    watched the trucks and automobiles
    going back and forth to the city.
            Gasoline stations.
    roadside stands.
    and small houses
    followed the new road.
    Everyone and everything
    moved much faster now than before.

            More roads were made,
    and the countryside was divided into lots.
            More houses and bigger houses.
    apartment houses and tenement houses-
    schools- stores- and garages.
    spread over the land
    and crowded around the Little House.
            No one wanted to live in her
    and take care of her any more.
            She couldn't be sold for gold or silver,
    so she just stayed there and watched.

            Now it was not so quiet and peaceful at night.
    Now the lights of the city were bright and very close,
    and the street lights shone all night.
            "This must be living in the city."
    thought the Little House,
    and didn't know whether she liked it or not.
            She missed the  field of daisies
    and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

            Pretty soon
    there were trolley cars
    going back and forth
    in front of the Little House.
            They went back and forth
    all day and part of the night.
            Everyone seemed to be very busy
    and everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

            Pretty soon there was an elevated train
    going back and forth above the Little House.
    The air was filled with dust and smoke,
    and the noise was so loud
    that it shook the Little House.
            Now she couldn't tell when Spring came,
    or Summer or Fall, or Winter.
            It all seemed about the same.

            Pretty soon
    there was a subway
    going back and forth
    underneath the Little House.
    She couldn't see it,
    but she could feel and hear it.
            People were moving faster and faster.
    No one noticed the Little House any more.
            They hurried by without a glance.

            Pretty soon they tore down
    the apartment houses and tenement houses
    around the Little House
    and started digging big cellars- one on each side.
    The steam shovels dug down three stories on one side
    and thirty-five stories on the other.

            Now the Little House only saw the sun at noon,
    and didn't see the moon or stars at night at all
    because the lights of the city were too bright
           She didn't like living in the city.
         At night she used to dream of the country
    and the field of daisies
    and the apple trees
    dancing in the moonlight.

         The Little House
    was very sad and lonely.
    Her paint was cracked and dirty-
            Her windows were broken and her shutters hung crookedly.
    She looked shabby-  though she was just as good a house as ever underneath.

            Then one fine morning in Spring
    along came the great-great-granddaughter
    of the man who built the Little House so well.
    She saw the shabby Little House, but she didn't hurry by
    There was something about the Little House
    that made her stop and look again.
            She said to her husband,
    "That Little House looks just like the Little House
    my grandmother lived in when she was a little girl,
    only that Little House was way out in the country
    on a hill covered with daisies
    and apple trees growing around."

            They found out it was the very same house,
    so they went to the Movers to see
    if the Little House could be moved.
    The Movers looked the Little House all over
    and said, "Sure, this house is as good as ever.
    She's built so well we could move her anywhere."
    So  they jacked up the Little House
    and put her on wheels.
            Traffic was held up for hours
    as they slowly moved her
    out of the city.

            At first
    the Little House
    was frightened,
    but after she got used to it
    she rather liked it
    They rolled along the big road,
    and they rolled along the little roads,
    until they were way out in the country.
            When the Little House saw the green grass
    and heard the birds singing, she didn't feel sad any more.
    They went along and along, but they couldn't seem to find
    just the right place.
       They  tried the Little House here,
    and they tried her there.
    Finally they saw a little hill
    in the middle of a field-
    and apple trees growing around.
            "There," said the great-great-granddaughter,
    "that's just the place."
    "Yes, it is," said the Little House to herself.
            A cellar was dug on top of the hill
    and slowly they moved the house
    from the road to the hill
                                          
            The windows and shutters were fixed
    and once again they painted her
    a lovely shade of pink.
    As the Little House settled down
    on her new foundation,
    she smiled happily.
    Once again she could watch
    the sun and moon and stars.
    Once again she could watch
    Spring and Summer
    and Fall and Winter
    come and go

            Once again
    she was lived in
    and taken care of.

    Never again would she be curious about the city.
    Never again would she want to live there.
    The stars twinkled above her .
    A new moon was coming up.
    It was Spring.
    and all was quiet and peaceful in the country.
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:43:38 使用道具

    THE MUD PONY.
       There was once a poor boy in an Indian campwho would

    Morethan anything. he longed for a pony of his own.

        So at last the boy crossed the creek, dugthe wet earth,

    He loved his mud pony. Every day he went to itand took


        rode into camp. We've sighted buffaloseveral days'

        buffalo. The boy's parents lookedeverywhere, but they


    wasgone.  "My people!" he criedout. "I will never find you! I

      He wandered, heartsickand hungry, around

    tatteredold blanket someone had thrown away.  Heate,


    spoketo him: "My son, you are not alone. Mother Earth


    cried for his people. Then he went to his mudpony and

    alive, tossing her mane and pawing the ground.

    part of her. You must do as I say and somedayyou will be

    back, and I will take you to them. But do nottry to guide

          For three days they journeyed over theplains. The boy

    ponyguide him.

          Then at the third nightfall the boy sawsmoke curling

          "Go and find your parents,"said the pony "But leave

        you. I will be waiting in the hills. Nowcover me with the

        Mother Earth."

        The boy went into the camp. He wanderedamong the

    threw dried grass into the fire, so a blazewent up. In the


        She touched him and tears came into hereyes. Then

    them when they had gone so far away.

       Before dawn the boy told his parents,"I must go now.

    wayto the buffalo. At last they disappeared.

    overthe plains.  The boy  was weary and had no food at


    distance. "There are your people,"the Pony said. "It is time

    tepees, astonished to see him.

          A war chief invited him into a big tepee.There was

       wooden bowl. They ate together.

       "Nawa, tiki!" the war chiefsaluted him. "You

    youfound us! You have a gift, a great power. And now you

    waywest, killing men, keeping us from reaching the buffalo.

       When the boy left the big tepee, hetrembled.  But the

    piercethe earth. Put earth all over your body and you will

    thepony straight into the fight There was a fierce battle,

    freefor the hunt and the boy on the white-faced pony

    grownmen.

          Years passed, and always the boy let hispony guide

       a chief! As a chief, he had a corral full offine horses, but the

       feather into her mane and tail. And everynightfall he Care-


       a dream: "My son, now you are a chiefamong your people

    whogives you the power and not I. I am part of her.

       The chief got up in the dark and went to hispony. She pawed

    "Takemy blanket," she said. He did. Then he went to his tepee.

       Just before daybreak he woke to shrill windsand

    forhis white-faced pony. He couldn't find her.

       Then as the morning light broke over the wetearth,

    heheard a voice:

    I amhere, your Mother Earth. You are not alone!"
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:53:39 使用道具

    ThePaper Bag Princess.


    Shelived in a castle and had expensive princess clothes.

    Unfortunately,a dragon smashed her castle,

    andcarried off Prince Ronald.

    andget Ronald back.

    butthe only thing she could find that was

    paperbag and followed the dragon.

    ofburnt forests and horses' bones.

    doorthat had a huge knocker on it.

        The dragon stuck his nose out of the door

    I ama very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow."

    almostgot her nose caught.

    onthe door again.

    said,"Go away. I love to eat princesses, but

    I ama very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow."

    inthe whole world?"

        "Is it true," said Elizabeth,"that you

    deepbreath and breathed out so much fire

        "Fantastic," said Elizabeth, andthe dragon took

    thathe burnt up one hundred forests.

    anotherhuge breath, but this time nothing came out

    tocook a meat ball.

    allthe way around the world in just ten seconds.

    butElizabeth shouted, "Fantastic, do it again!"

    wholeworld in just twenty seconds.

    andhe lay down and went straight to sleep.

    Thedragon didn't move at all.

    inside.She shouted as loud as she could, "Hey, dragon!"

       Elizabeth walked right over the dragon

       There was Prince Ronald.

    tangledand you are wearing a dirty old

    likea real princess."

    Youlook like a real prince, but you are a bum."

        They didn't get married after all.
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:54:00 使用道具

    The Relatives Came.

    by

    Cynthia Rylant.
    THE RELATIVES CAME.

    It was in the summer of the year when the relatives came.

    They came up from Virginia. They left when their grapes

    were nearly purple enough to pick, but not quite.

    They had an old station wagon that smelled like a real car,

    and in it they put an ice chest full of soda pop

    and some boxes of crackers and some bologna sandwiches,

    and up they came from Virginia.

      They left at four in the morning when it was still dark,

    before even the birds were awake.

    They drove all day long and into the night, and while they

    traveled along they looked at the strange houses

    and different mountains and they thought

    about their almost purple grapes back home.

    They thought about Virginia

    but they thought about us, too. Waiting for them.

    So they drank up all their pop

    and ate up all their crackers

    and traveled up all those miles until finally

    they pulled into our yard.

    Then it was hugging time. Talk about hugging!

    Those relatives just passed us all around their car, pulling us

    against their wrinkled Virginia clothes, crying sometimes.

    They hugged us for hours.

    Then it was into the house and so much laughing

    and shining faces and hugging in the doorways.

    You'd have to go through at least four different hugs

    to get from the kitchen to the front room. Those relatives!

    And finally after a big supper two or three times around

    until we all got a turn at the table, there was quiet talk

    and we were in twos and threes through the house.

    The relatives weren't particular about beds, which was good

    since there weren't any extras, so a few squeezed in with us

    and the rest slept on the floor, some with their arms

    thrown over the closest person, or some with an arm across one person

    and a leg across another.

    It was different, going to sleep with all that new breathing in the house.

    The relatives stayed for weeks and weeks.  They helped us

    tend the garden and they fixed any broken things they could find.

    They ate up all our strawberries and melons,

    then promised we could eat up all their grapes and peaches

    when we came to Virginia.

    But none of us thought about Virginia much. We were so busy

    hugging and eating and breathing together.

    Finally, after a long time, the relatives loaded up their ice chest

    and headed back to Virginia at four in the morning.

    We stood there in our pajamas and waved them off in the dark.

      We watched the relatives disappear down the road,

    then we crawled back into our beds that felt too big and too quiet.

    We fell asleep.

    And the relatives drove on, all day long and into the night,

    and while they traveled along they looked

    at the strange houses and different mountains

    and they thought about their dark purple grapes

    waiting at home in Virginia.

    But they thought about us, too.  Missing them and they missed us.

    And when they were finally home in Virginia,

    they crawled into their silent, soft beds and dreamed

    about the next summer.
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:54:19 使用道具

    There is Nightmare IN MY CLOSET


    IN MYCLOSET








    once and for all.

    As soon as the room was dark, I heard


    sitting at the foot of my bed.

    "Go away, Nightmare, or I'll shootyou,"  I said.

    I shot him anyway.

    My nightmare began to cry.

    I was mad.

    but not too mad.

    "Nightmare, be quiet or you'll wake

      I said.

    He wouldn't stop crying so I took




    closet, but my bed's not big enough for three.

    THERE’S A NIGHTMAREIN MY CLOSET

    Writtenand illustrated by MERCER MAYER



    Thereused to be a nightmare in my closet.



    Beforegoing to sleep, I always closed the closet door.



    Iwas even afraid to turn around and look.



    WhenI was safe in bed, I’d peek…sometimes.



    Onenight I decided to get rid of my nightmare once and for all.



    Assoon as the room was dark, I heard him creeping toward me.



    QuicklyI turned on the light and caught him sitting at the foot of my bed.



    “Goaway, Nightmare, or I’ll shoot you.” I said.



    Ishot him anyway.



    Mynightmare began to cry.



    Iwas mad…but not too mad.



    “Nightmare,be quiet or you’ll wake Mommy and Daddy,” I said.



    Hewouldn’t stop crying so I took him by the hand

                               and tucked him inbed,

                         and closed the closetdoor.



    Isuppose there’s another nightmare in my closet,

    butmy bed’s not big enough for three.

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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:56:01 使用道具

    The Little Mouse, The RedRipe Strawberry, and The Big Hungry Bear
    by Don and Audrey Wood & illustrated by Don Wood


    Hello, little Mouse.  What are you doing?


    Oh, I see.  Are you going to pick that red, ripestrawberry?


    But, little Mouse, haven’t youheard about the big, hungry Bear?


    Ohhh, how that Bear loves red,ripe strawberries!


    The big, hungry Bear can smell ared, ripe strawberry a mile away…


    Especially, one that has justbeen picked.


    BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!  The Bear will tromp through the forest on hisbig, hungry feet, and SNIFF! SNIFF! SNIFF! find the strawberry…


    No matter where it is hidden,


    or who is guarding it,


    or how it is disguised.


    Quick! There’s only one way inthe whole wide world to save

    a red, ripe strawberry from thebig, hungry Bear!


    Cut it in two.


    Share half with me.


    And we’ll both eat it all up.YUM!


    Now, that’s one red, ripestrawberry the big, hungry Bear will never get!


    The End


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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:56:20 使用道具

    Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?

    by Bill Martin, Jr. & Pictures by Eric Carle

    Brown bear, brown bear, what doyou see?

    I see a red bird looking at me.


    Red bird, red bird, what do yousee?

    I see a yellow duck looking atme.


    Yellow duck, yellow duck, what doyou see?

    I see a blue horse looking at me.


    Blue horse, blue horse, what doyou see?

    I see a green frog looking at me.


    Green frog, green frog, what doyou see?

    I see a purple cat looking at me.


    Purple cat, purple cat, what doyou see?

    I see a white dog looking at me.


    White dog, white dog, what do yousee?

    I see a black sheep looking atme.


    Black sheep, black sheep, what doyou see?

    I see a goldfish looking at me.


    Goldfish, goldfish, what do yousee?

    I see a monkey looking at me.


    Monkey, monkey, what do you see?

    I see children looking at me.


    Children, children, what do yousee?

    We see a brown bear, a red bird,a yellow duck, a blue horse, a green frog, a purple cat, a white dog, a blacksheep, a goldfish, and a monkey

    looking at us.

    That’s what we see.
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:56:45 使用道具

    The Mixed-Up Chameleon   by EricCarle  

    On a shiny green leaf sat a smallgreen chameleon.  

    It moved onto a brown tree andturned brownish.

    Then it rested on a red flowerand turned reddish.

    When the chameleon moved slowlyacross the yellow sand, it turned yellowish.  You could hardly see it.


    When the chameleon was warm andhad something to eat,

    it turned sparkling green.


    But when it was cold and hungry,it turned grey and dull.


    When the chameleon was hungry, itsat still and waited.  

    Only its eyes moved---up, down,sideways---until it spotted a fly.

    Then the chameleon’s long andsticky tongue shot out and caught the fly.

    That was its life.  It was not very exciting.  But one day…


    the chameleon saw a zoo!  It had never seen so many beautiful animals.


    The chameleon thought: Howsmall I am, how slow, how weak!

      I wish I could be big and white like a polarbear.

    And the chameleon’s wish cametrue.  But was it happy?  No!


    Iwish I could be handsome like a flamingo.

    Iwish I could be smart like a fox.

    Iwish I could swim like a fish.

    Iwish I could run like a deer.

    Iwish I could see things far away like a giraffe.

    Iwish I could hide in a shell like a turtle.

    Iwish I could be strong like an elephant.

    Iwish I could be funny like a seal.


    Iwish I could be like people.  Justthen a fly flew by.  The chameleon wasvery hungry.  But the chameleon was verymixed-up.  It was a little of this and itwas a little of that.  And it couldn’tcatch the fly.

    Iwish I could be myself.  Thechameleon’s wish came true.  

    And it caught the fly!
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    楼主 2012-2-9 09:57:33 使用道具

    The GrouchyLadybug byEric Carle







    Itwas night and some fireflies danced around the moon.







    Atfive o’clock in the morning the sun came up. A friendly ladybug flew in from the left.  It saw a leaf with many aphids on it, anddecided to have them for breakfast.  Butjust then a grouchy ladybug flew in from the right.  It too saw the aphids and wanted them forbreakfast.







    “Goodmorning,” said the friendly ladybug.





    “Goaway!” shouted the grouchy ladybug.  “Iwant those aphids.”





    “Wecan share them,” suggested the friendly ladybug.





    “No.They’re mine, all mine,” screamed the grouchy ladybug.





    “Ordo you want to fight me for them?”





    “Ifyou insist,” answered the friendly ladybug sweetly.





    Itlooked the other bug straight in the eye.





    Thegrouchy ladybug stepped back..





    Itlooked less sure of itself.





    “Oh,you’re not big enough for me to fight,” it said.





    “Thenwhy don’t you pick on somebody bigger?”





    “I’lldo that!” screeched the grouchy ladybug.





    “I’llshow you!” It puffed itself up and flew off.







    Atsix o’clock it met a yellow jacket.  “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If youinsist,” said the yellow jacket, showing its stinger.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.






    Atseven o’clock it met a stag beetle.  “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If youinsist,” said the stag beetle, opening its jaws.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.






    Ateight o’clock it came across a praying mantis.





    “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the praying mantis,



    reaching out with its long front legs.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At nine o’clock it almost flew into asparrow.



    “Hey you,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If youinsist,” said the sparrow, opening its sharp beak.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At ten o’clock it saw a lobster.  “Hey you,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the lobster, stretchingits claws.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.






    Ateleven o’clock it bumped into a skunk.



    “Hey you,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the skunk, starting tolift its tail.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.






    Attwelve noon it spotted a boa constrictor.





    “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insis-s-s-t,” said the snake, “rightafter lunch.”



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At one o’clock it happened upon a hyena.





    “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the hyena,



    laughing eerily and showing its teeth.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At two o’clock it met a gorilla.  “Hey you,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the gorilla, beatingits chest.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At three o’clock it ran into arhinoceros.





    “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the rhinoceros, lowingits horn.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.






    Atfour o’clock it encountered an elephant.





    “Heyyou,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  “If you insist,” said the elephant,



    raising its trunk and showing its bigtusks.



    “Oh, you’re not big enough,” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At five o’clock it met a whale.  “Hey you,” said the grouchy ladybug.



    “Want to fight?”  But the whale did not answer at all.



    “You’re not big enough, anyway” said thegrouchy ladybug and flew off.





    At five fifteen the grouchy ladybug saidto one of the whale’s flappers,



    “Hey you, want to fight?”  But it got no answer.  So it flew on.





    At five thirty the grouchy ladybug saidto the whale’s fin,



    “Hey you, want to fight?”  But it got no answer.  So it flew on.





    At a quarter to six the grouchy ladybugsaid to the whale’s tail,



    “Hey you, want to fight?”  And the whale’s tail gave the grouchy ladybugsuch a SLAP… that it flew across the sea and across the land.





    At six o’clock



    the grouchy ladybug arrived right backwhere it had started from.





    “Ah, here you are again,” said thefriendly ladybug.



    “You must be hungry.



    These are still some aphids left.



    You can have them for dinner.”



    “Oh, thank you,” said the wet, tired,and hungry ladybug.





    Soon all the aphids were gone.  “Thank you,” said the leaf.



    “You are welcome,” answered bothladybugs, and they went to sleep.



    The fireflies, who had been sleeping allday,



    came out to dance around the moon.
  • melaniezengxing

    楼主 2012-2-9 09:57:56 使用道具

    Thunder Cake.

    by

    Patricia Polacco.

    Thunder Cake.
    On sultry days at my grandma'sfarm in Michigan the air gets

    the aground.  The clouds glow for an instant with a sharp,crackling light

    shudder in their panes. Thesound used to scare me when I was little.

    grandma, had come from Russiayears before), but I feared Michigan's

    I always hid under the bed whenthe storm moved near the farmhouse.

    overcome my fear ofthunderstorms.

    Grandma looked at the horizon,drew a

    to me."

    "Child, you come out fromunder that bed. It's

    The air was hot, heavy and damp. A loud clap of thunder shook the

    "Steady, child," she cooed. "Unless you let go of me, wewon't be able

    "Don't pay attention tothat old thunder, except to see how close the

    When you hear the thunder, stopcounting. That number is how many

    far away the storm is, so wehave time to make the cake and get it into the

    Her eyes surveyed the black clouds a way off in the distance. Then she

    above the woodstove.


    counting, like Grandma told meto, "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10."   

    "Ten miles. it's ten miles away," Grandma said as she lookedat

    try to peck me.

    said softly.

    "Nine miles," Grandma reminded me.

    Milk was next. Milk from old Kick Cow. As Grandma milked

    She looked so big.

    BAROOOOOOOOM went the thunder.

    I was scared as we walked down the path from the farmhouse

    slit the sky!

    BOOOOOOM BA-BOOOOOOM, crashed the thunder. It


    dry shed!  "1-2-3-4-5-6" I counted.

    KA-BAOOOOOM, the thunderbellowed, It was dark and I

    "I'm here, child," Grandma said softly from the doorway.


    as she squinted at the list.

    I was scared.

    ning again!

    KA-BANG BOOOOOOOOAROOOOM, the thunder growled.

    We hurried back to the house and the warm kitchen, and we measured

    mixed. I churned butter for thefrosting and melted chocolate. Finally, we

    Lightning lit the kitchen! I only counted to three and the thunder

    "Three miles away," Grandma said, "and the cake is in theoven. We

    As we waited for the cake, Grandma looked out the window for a long

    she looked right at me.

    as we spread out the tableclothand set the table. When we

    of the oven. After the cake hadcooled, we frosted it.

    Just then the lightning flashed, and this time it lit the whole sky.

    BOOOOOMED, CRASHED, andBBBBAAAAARRRRR-

    was here!

    the last strawberry to theglistening chocolate frosting on top of


    She poured us steaming cups oftea from the samovar.

    and rattled the dishes in thecupboards, we just smiled and ate our

    From that time on, I never feared the voice of thunder again.

                              My Grandma's ThunderCake

    Cream together, one at atime:            

    11/4 cup sugar.                        

    3 eggs, separated.                    

       until they are stiff, then fold in.)  

    1 cup cold water.


       2 1/2 cups cake flour.

    1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda.


    Bake in two greased and floured81/2-inch round pans at 350 degrees  for35 to 40

    minutes. Frost with chocolatebutter frosting. Top with strawberries.