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少儿英语故事 会飞的大象
Mum went shopping.
妈妈去买东西。
She took1 the children.
她带上了孩子们。
The children looked up.
孩子们往上看。
There was2 an elephant on the roof3.
有一只大象在屋顶上。
The elephant looked funny.
大象看上去很滑稽。
The elephant was fat.
大象很胖。
The children laughed.
孩子们大笑了起来。
"Look at that fat elephant，" they said4.
"看那只胖胖的大象呀，"他们说。
"An elephant?" said Mum："Don’t be silly5."
"一只大象?"妈妈说："别傻了。"
There was a storm6.
暴风雨来了。
The wind blew.
风吹啊吹啊。
It rained and rained.
雨下呀下呀。
It was a bad storm.
那是一场超大的暴风雨。
The wind was strong.
风力很强。
It blew the elephant away.
它把大象吹走了。
The children went to school.
The elephant was in the playground.
那只大象在操场上。
The children laughed.
孩子们笑了。
The children told Mrs May.
"Look at that fat elephant，"they said.
"看那只胖胖的大象呀，"他们说。
"An elephant?" said Mrs May："Don’t be silly."
"一只大象?"梅女士说："别傻了。"
The children liked the fat elephant.
孩子们喜欢胖大象。
They wanted it to stay.
他们希望它能留下来。
"Sorry!"Said the man， "We want it back."
"对不起!"一个男人说："我们得把它拿回去。"
"Look at the fat elephant," said Biff.
"看那只胖大象呀，"碧芙说。
"It’s a flat elephant now," said Wilma.
"现在它是一直扁大象了，"威尔玛说。
The Faithful Mongoose 忠诚的猫鼬
从前有一个人捡到了一只小猫鼬，他和妻子把小猫鼬照顾的很好。小猫鼬和家里的小儿子感情很好，有一天，有一只大蛇来了，为了保护小宝贝，猫鼬勇敢的和大蛇做斗争受了伤。回来的妈妈却以为是猫鼬害死了儿子……
Once there lived a kind Brahmin in a small village with his wife. They had a little son. One day, as he was returning home from a nearby village, he came across a baby mongoose crying next to its mother’s dead body.
“Oh! poor creature," thought the Brahmin. “If I leave it here it will surely die." He picked it up and took it home with him.
“Gowri, I found this little creature on my way home. Let us take care of him," he said to his wife. “Very well along with our son, I will take care of the mongoose also," replied his wife.
The mongoose grew up with a lot of love and care in the Brahmin’s house. He slept next to the Brahmin’s son in the cradle1, drank milk and played with the boy everyday. The baby mongoose’s days were full of joy in the Brahmin’s house. As both the boy and the mongoose grew up, their friendship changed to a relationship between two brothers.
The mongoose grew up fast and as days went by, the Brahmin’s wife began to get doubts in her mind. “After all, this is a wild animal. Sooner or later it will show its true colours," she thought to herself. She put the mongoose’s bed separately and would watch him carefully when ever he played with her son.
One day when the Brahmin was away. Gowri decided2 to go to the river to fetch a pot of water. She looked around and saw her son sound asleep in his cradle. The mongoose was also asleep on the floor at the foot of the cradle. This should take only a few moments I hope I can trust that mongoose not to harm my little son," she said to herself and after a final look at them both she hurried down to the river.
Suddenly, the mongoose woke up with a start. He had heard a very faint noise. Looking up, the mongoose saw a large black snake crawling in through a hole in the wall.
“The snake will harm my brother. Mother and father are away. I will have to protect my little brother," thought the mongoose, as the snake came slithering towards the cradle.
The brave little mongoose pounced3 on the huge black snake. After a long, ferocious4 fight, the little mongoose finally managed to kill the snake.
Just then, he heard the Brahmin’s wife returning. Joyfully5, he ran out to meet his mother and tried telling her through his little animal signs that he had protected his little brother from a dreadful6 snake.
But as soon as Gowri saw blood on the mongoose’s mouth and paws, she thought, “This wretched7 animal has killed my little son." In a fit of anger the Brahmin’s wife threw the pot full of water on the mongoose killing8 him instantly.
Entering the house with a heavy heart, she was amazed to see her little son lying in his cradle still deep in sleep. On the floor was a huge black snake with its ugly head bitten off.
“Oh what have I done," cried the Brahmin’s wife. “I killed that faithful little mongoose who saved the life of my precious son."
少儿英语故事 唱歌的驴
一头野驴不听好友豺狼的劝告，非要在果园里大声唱歌，结果农民听到了，过来狠狠揍了他一顿。
A wild donkey once lived in the woods. He had no friends and lived all alone.
One day a jackal passing by saw the donkey. He went up to the donkey and said, “What is the matter? Why do you look so sad my dear fellow?"
The donkey turned to the jackal and said, “I have no friends and am very lonely."
“Well, don't worry. I will be your friend from today," the jackal comforted him.
From that day, the donkey and jackal became very good friends. They were always seen together.
One moonlit evening, the jackal and the donkey were strolling through the woods. It was a cool and pleasant evening. As they walked on, they came to the outskirts1 of a village bordering the woods. There in front of them was a grove2 of fruit trees.
“Ah. Look! How wonderful and delicious the fruits look," said the donkey. “Let’s eat some of them."
“Okay," said the jackal. “But let’s do it very quietly."
They entered the grove and silently started to eat the fruits. After eating enough, they lay under a tree happy and content. “That was delicious, but there is something missing tonight," said the donkey.
“What is that?" asked the jackal. “Why, music of course," answered the donkey, looking a little surprised.
The jackal asked, “Where are we going to get music from?" The donkey said. “Don’t you know that I am an accomplished3 singer?"
The jackal was alarmed. "Remember, we are in an orchard4. If the farmer hears us, we will be in trouble. If you want to sing let us go away from here," he advised the donkey.
"You think I can't sing, don't you?" asked the donkey in a hurt voice.
“Wait till you hear me."
The jackal realised that the donkey was not willing to take his good advice. He moved away and hid himself behind a clump5 of trees. The donkey threw back his head and started his song. “He …haw, hee-haw," he brayed6 aloud.
The farmers hearing the loud braying7 came rushing with sticks and gave the foolish donkey a severe beating that left the donkey feeling sore all over.
After the farmers had left, the jackal went over to his friend. He said. “Is this the prize you won for your singing?"
“They don’t appreciate good music," replied a hurt and ashamed donkey.
The jackal replied. “This is what happens when you don’t listen to the advice given by a good friend. I hope you have learnt a lesson."
少儿英语故事：渔夫和小鱼
There once was a fisherman who lived in a little house by the ocean. He fished every day to feed his family. One day, he caught nothing except one small fish. "This isn't much," thought the fisherman, "but it's better than nothing."
The little fish hopped1 around in the net and cried out to the fisherman. "Please return me to the water!" he said. "I'm too small to be a good dinner. Someday, I'll be big and fat. You could catch me then and feed your family for a week!"
The fisherman listened as the fish spoke2. He knew his family would love a big, fat fish.
But he also knew that the ocean was very big. If he threw the fish back, he would never find it again.
"Little fish," he said, "I would be a fool to put you back. You'll only be a small meal for my family, but at least they will have food. I cannot feed them with silly dreams!"
Appreciate3 the small things that you have. Don't give them up to chase4 impossible things.
要学会欣赏你拥有的小的东西。不要放弃他们去追求不可能的事情。
从前有个小商贩，他有一头驴，不管卖什么都东西都让驴驮出去再拖回家。有一次商贩打算去卖盐，驮着盐的驴口渴去河边喝水，意外摔倒了，发现背上的担子请了很多。 驴以为找到了把货物变轻的方法……
Once, there lived a peddler. The peddler sold all sorts of goods….sturdy shoes for the farmers and pretty trinkets for their sweethearts, warm, woolly shawls to keep the women warm and sweet, sticky toffees for the children to munch1 on their way back from school.
Some days he sold fruits and on other days, kettles. To carry all his wares2, the peddler had a donkey. Every morning, the peddler loaded the donkey with his wares. The two would set out and walk from farmhouse3 to farmhouse, from village to village and from market to market.
The peddler always walked ahead, whistling merrily as he went. The poor donkey followed, trying as hard as he could to keep up with his master and groaning4 under the weight of his load.
Every evening, their wares sold, the peddler and his donkey would wend their way home. The peddler, pleased with the day's takings, would walk ahead, jingling5 the pennies in his pocket. The poor old donkey would follow, foot sore and weary from carrying the heavy sacks all day long.
“Ah! My poor feet! Oooh! My aching back!" the donkey moaned every night as he collapsed6 wearily onto the hay in his stable.
The old grey cat who shared the stable with the donkey, would shake her head and sigh. 'Poor old donkey,' she would say to herself, and slink off into the night.
One morning, the peddler loaded the poor donkey with a dozen sacks. The sacks were full of salt and much heavier than the donkey’s usual load. The donkey groaned7 under the weight, but bore it patiently, as he had always done.
“I shall make a tidy profit today on this salt.' said the peddler to the donkey, as they set off. 'There is not a woman who does not need to buy salt for her cooking and they will pay me well for this. I shall be a rich man tonight!'
And the peddler danced a little jig8 in the middle of the road. The donkey could only think of the heavy load on his back and the long day ahead.
The donkey plodded9 along behind the peddler. The sun was now high in the sky. The donkey was hot and tired and longing10 for a drink of water. Up ahead, he knew, there flowed a stream of cool, sweet water. The donkey hurried towards the stream as fast as his tired legs and the heavy load on his back would allow and leaned over for a drink. The edge of the stream was slippery with mud and slush. The donkey, with the heavy sacks of salt on his back, slipped and fell into the water.
“Oooh, help! Help!' brayed11 the donkey in terror, his legs flailing12 madly in the water. ‘I will surely drown with this terrible load on my back!'
But suddenly, the donkey felt himself floating, the load on his back gone as if by magic. He clambered out on to the bank and shook himself. Yes! The weight on his back had vanished!
Of course the sacks were lighter13, for the salt had dissolved in the water. But the donkey did not know that. 'At last! A way to rid myself of my burdens,' he thought and brayed with joy at his great discovery.
That night he told the grey cat all about how he had slipped and fallen into the stream and how, when he had climbed out, his load had become so much lighter.
“No more heavy loads for me,' declared the donkey, feeling very pleased.
‘Every time it gets too much for me, all I have to do is to pretend to fall into a stream and my load will lessen14 by magic!'
The grey cat shook her head and sighed. 'Poor old donkey.' she said and slunk off into the night.
Next morning the peddler loaded the monkey again, this time with bales of cloth that he wanted to sell at the next village. Be careful today, old donkey,’ he said as they set off. ‘I did not earn penny yesterday. I must earn double today or we go to bed hungry tonight.'
The donkey plodded along behind the peddler and groaned under the weight of the cloth. His back ached more than ever and his feet were killing15 him. He resolved to find a stream as quickly as he could. As luck would have it, the peddler took the same path he had taken the previous day and very soon they came to the same stream. The donkey hurried ahead as though very thirsty and pretending to slip, fell in. He kicked his legs about, making sure the bundle on his back was properly soaked.
In a moment my burden will vanish." he told himself and kicked about some more.
But what was happening? Something was wrong! His load, in stead of becoming lighter, had become much heavier and was slowly pulling him deeper into the stream. Of course his burden was heavier, for the water had soaked into the bales of cloth. The poor donkey thrashed about in the water and brayed in terror.
“Help! Help!' he cried.
Meanwhile, the peddler had rushed to the stream and bracing16 himself on the bank, helped the frightened donkey out of the water.
That night, the donkey was a sad and subdued17 creature. He had had to carry the much heavier, soaked and dripping bales of cloth all the way home again. His back was truly aching and what was worse, he had caught a cold. He sneezed miserably18 into the straw. The old grey cat looked at him and sighed. 'Poor old donkey,' he said and slunk off into the night.
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