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少儿英语故事 乌鸦和狐狸
冬天太冷了，万物藏冬，乌鸦好不容易找到一块奶酪，却因为狐狸恭维的语言而失去了……
The winter had been especially cold. The snow lay thick and heavy on the ground. The squirrels, the badgers1 and the hedgehogs had vanished into their snug2 winter homes to sleep away the cold, dark months. The swifts and the swallows had left for warmer countries long ago. Even the slugs and snails3 had disappeared, hiding away in some dark, warm patch of woodland to wait for the spring. The woods and fields were silent and empty. Only a big, black Crow was hunting for her evening meal.
The Crow had flown all day in search of food. But she had found nothing, not even a tiny mouse or a piece of someone’s leftover4 lunch. Now she was tired and hungry. She cawed sadly.
“I will have to go without dinner tonight,’ she thought as she flapped slowly across the sky in one last desperate search for something to eat.
She was on the point of turning back when she saw a thin column of smoke coming up into the sky, far away in the distance.
“Smoke means fire and fire means cooking and cooking means food!" thought the Crow. She flew as fast as she could, towards the curling smoke. The smoke came from the chimney of a large farmhouse5 where the farmer's wife was cooking dinner for her family. A delicious-smelling stew6 was bubbling in a large pot over the fire and loaves of fresh-baked bread were on the table, ready to be cut into slices. A pat of butter and a chunk7 of cheese lay in their platters on the window sill. The farmer’s wife had left the window open so the cold air would keep the butter from melting and the cheese from sweating.
The Crow saw the cheese by the open window. Quick as a flash, she flew down to the window sill, picked cheese in her big black beak8 and flew off. The farmer’s wife was stirring the stew, with her back to the window. She did not see the Crow. The Crow was very pleased with herself. 'Nothing like a piece of cheese on a cold winter afternoon!' she thought.
She flew towards a clump9 of tall trees and perched comfortably on a bare branch high above the ground to enjoy her meal in comfort.
A wily old Fox lay hidden among the bushes in the farmer’s garden. He had roamed the woods and fields all day in search of food. But he had found nothing to eat, not a bird nor a mouse nor even the scraps11 from someone’s picnic. Now he was tired and hungry.
“I will have to go without dinner tonight.’ he sighed.
He was on the point of turning back, when he saw the Crow perch10 on the bare branch with the piece of cheese in her beak.
“What a lovely, smelly piece of cheese!' thought the Fox. I must have that piece of cheese for my dinner. Now, if only I can take that cheese away from the Crow…"
The Fox watched the Crow settle herself comfortably on the branch. He smiled slyly to himself. Strolling up to the foot of the tree, the Fox called out.
“Good evening. Mrs. Crow! You look well today!'
The Crow looked down at the Fox in surprise. She had never heard him speak so politely before.
The Fox continued. 'Oh Mrs. Crow, how beautiful you are! Your feathers are so black! So smooth and shining! Truly. I have never seen such feathers before!'
The Crow was even more surprised. No one had ever called her beautiful before! Of course, she had always known how pretty she was. But it was pleasant to be admired by some one else.
The Fox looked up at her and sighed. ‘How graceful12 you are. Mrs. Crow, how elegant! You fly so wonderfully well too and higher than an eagle!'
The Crow held herself taller. She had always known how graceful and elegant she was. Of course, she could fly most wonderfully high! How clever of the Fox to know that. She flapped her wings just a little bit so he could admire them again. What a charming creature he was!
The Fox took a deep breath and continued. ‘Your claws, ahem, I mean your talons13. Mrs. Crow! They are stronger than steel!'
Ah… her talons! She had always been proud of her talons. She hopped14 clumsily on the branch so that the Fox could take another look at her claws. Really, he did say the nicest things!
The Crow was by now quite sure that she was the prettiest, most graceful and the strongest bird of all.
The Fox smiled secretly to himself. He looked admiringly at the Crow and said. 'Dear Mrs. Crow. I have not heard your voice. It must be the sweetest voice in the world, as beautiful as you are. Dear Mrs. Crow, won't you sing for me?'
The Crow was flattered. All the other birds had told her that she had an awful voice. And here was the Fox begging her to sing for him! Of course, she had always known what a lovely voice she had...
The Crow took a deep breath and opened her beak in a loud and raucous15 Caw!' Down dropped the piece of cheese! The Fox snapped it up as it fell and swallowed it before the Crow realised what had happened.
The Fox walked off chuckling16. ’Next time, Mrs. Crow, be careful what you believe!' he cried as he vanished through the trees.
The Crow was left feeling foolish. How could she have been so vain and so silly, as to be taken in by the Fox's clever words and to lose her lovely dinner!
The Crow ruffled17 her feathers sadly and got ready for a hungry night.
On a lily pad in the little stream that flowed at the bottom of the meadow, there lived an old Frog. He was a big frog and he was very proud of his size. All the other frogs were in awe1 of him and treated him with the greatest respect.
So did all the other creatures. The shining blue dragonflies that hovered2 over the stream during the day took great care to keep far out of the reach of his long sticky tongue. So did the little midges that fluttered by in a soft cloud in the evenings. Even the fishes in the stream were careful not to annoy him. The Frog ruled his watery3 kingdom unchallenged.
The Farmer who owned the meadow by the stream also had an old Ox. The Ox had worked hard for the Farmer all his life. He had helped him plough his fields. Yoked4 to an old wooden cart, he had carried his crops to market and his children to school. But now the Ox was growing old. He no longer had the strength to work as hard as he used to.
The Farmer was fond of his old Ox and grateful for all the hard work he had done over the years. He did not want to sell him. Instead, he decided5 to let the Ox spend his old age in peace, in the meadow by the stream.
One fine morning, the Ox moved into the meadow. He wandered around the meadow, surveying his new home. The grass was soft and green and wildflowers dotted the ground. The Ox was happy. He planned to spend his days grazing on the sweet juicy grass and basking6 in the sun.
The little creatures of the meadow stared at the Ox in fear and awe. The butterflies flew hurriedly out of his way. The hardworking ants and the busy bees stopped their work as the Ox walked slowly by. They had never seen any creature as big as the Ox. Not even the old Frog on the lily pad in the stream was quite this big! The Ox munched7 happily on the sweet grass. He did not even notice the tiny creatures.
The Frog heard the dragonflies chattering8 excitedly among themselves about the huge monster who had come to live in the meadow. The dragonflies had heard it from the bumblebee who had heard it from the ladybird who had heard it from the ants who had almost been trampled9 on by the monster as it stomped10 by.
'It is the largest, biggest, most enormous creature you ever saw!' cried the dragonflies. It has huge curving horns on its head and a tail so long and so strong that one whisk of it is enough to blow us all away!"
The Frog did not believe a word that the dragonflies said. 'Ha! This monster of yours cannot be bigger than I am!’ he cried. ‘And horns and a tail, bah! They cannot be more fearsome than my long sticky tongue!'
How could any creature be bigger than him? Was he not the largest, most magnificent frog in the world? The dragonflies were just being rude!
The Frog stuck out his long sticky tongue and would have caught at least a dozen of the dragonflies had they not dodged11 in time.
Just then the Ox strolled down to the stream. He was thirsty and wanted a drink.
The dragonflies trembled in fear and rose up in a great shining cloud far above the reach of the Ox's curving horns and long tail.
The Ox drank his fill and walking away from the stream, settled down for a nap.
The old Frog on his lily pad saw the Ox and wondered what all the fuss was about. The terrible monster was nothing but a silly old Ox! And not a very large one either! When the Ox had walked away, he called out. ‘Hey. dragonflies, was this your terrible monster?’
The dragonflies rustled12 their shining wings and replied. ‘Yes, yes. Frog! Did you see how big he is?’
The Frog laughed scornfully. 'Big? You call that big? Why, I can be twice as big as that if I want to! Watch!"
And the Frog took a deep breath, huffed and puffed13 and swelled14 up like a balloon.
'There! Am I not as big as him now?' he asked the watching dragonflies, speaking with a little difficulty.
'Oh no. Frog, not yet!' cried the dragonflies. 'The monster is MUCH bigger. Look at him sleeping in the grass! He looks huge!'
‘Well, then. Watch me!' said the Frog. He took a deep breath, huffed and puffed and swelled up some more. ‘I must be bigger than him now!' he gasped15.
‘Ah no, Frog.’ Cried the dragonflies.
‘The monster is MUCH bigger!’
The Frog was quite irritated with the dragonflies. His skin was feeling tight and stretched. It was difficult to sit As he felt he would roll over any moment and his cheeks were so puffed that his eyes were almost squeezed shut. He could barely see over his huge belly16. He was sure he must be at least as big as the Ox by now! He decided to make one more attempt. He would show the dragonflies who was bigger!
“Watch me,' he squeaked17 with great difficulty.
He took as deep a breath as he could manage, huffed and puffed and swelled. He blew and he blew and he blew and he grew larger and larger and larger till suddenly.
POP!
The Frog had burst!
少儿英语故事 豺狼和战鼓
从前在森林里有只豺狼他太懒了，总是追逐比他小的豺狼吃掉他们的猎物，最终其他豺狼想了一个办法，他好几天都没吃到东西只好去别的地方。他到了一个森林里，被咚咚咚的声音吓坏了，后来鼓起勇气看了看，原来是一个破旧的战鼓。他终于美美的吃了一顿大餐。
Once in a forest there lived a jackal named Gomaya. He was too lazy to hunt for his food. He often chased away younger jackals who would catch a prey1 and eat it himself.
All the other jackals were upset with him. They all got together and decided2 to get rid of Gomaya. None of them was as big as he, and could not challenge him individually. “This is getting beyond control," said one jackal.
“We make all the effort and kill a prey and Gomaya comes and claims it."
“I have an idea," said another jackal.
“We will take turns catching3 prey. And while one of us has his food, the others together will keep Gomaya away. He is no match for all of us."
Things became very difficult for Gomaya after that. He could no longer snatch4 food from the other jackals. They all attacked him together and chased him away. They would not even allow him to hunt in that part of the forest any more.
Gomaya wandered far away into another part of the forest. At last he came to the farthest part of the forest. By now, he had not eaten for many days. He was feeling very weak and tired. “I have to find some food soon or else I will die," he thought. As he wandered around, he came to an abandoned battle field.
Suddenly, there was a loud and frightening noise. “Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gomaya was filled with fear and turned and ran away as fast as he could. After running a short distance, Gomaya stopped. He could still hear the sound. But it was not coming closer. “I must be brave and find out what is causing that terrible sound," he decided. Gomaya slowly went back to the battle field. His heart was full of dread5, but he decided to be brave.
When he got there, Gomaya sighed with relief. The sound was being made by a harmless old war drum lying beside a tree in the abandoned battle field. Every time the wind blew, the lower branches of the tree would brush against the drum making a loud noise.
Gomaya was thrilled to find a lot of food lying near the war drum. He ate heartily6 till his stomach was full.
What a fool I would have been if I had run away in fear and missed all this delicious food," thought the jackal.
从前在森林里有只狮子很强大，他总是杀死经过身边的动物仅仅是为了取乐。后来动物们商量每天供给狮子一只动物，让他停止残杀。有一天轮到一只聪明的兔子，他看到一口很深的井，想了一个好办法……
Once in a forest there lived a lion who was very proud of his strength. He would kill any animal which came in his way just for fun. All the animals in the forest were worried about their survival.
“If the lion keeps this up, none of us will be left in the forest," said the bear.
“He kills much more than he really needs to," squeaked1 the little hare.
“We have to come up with something to stop this massacre," said the monkey. So they all joined together and went to meet the lion.
“O king of the forest, we have come to make a small request," they all said to the lion.
“Now what would that be?" asked the amused lion.
“You are the king of the forest, but soon there will be no animals to rule over. So we beg you to stop this unreasonable2 killing3 and we promise that one of us will come to you everyday for your food," pleaded all the animals with the lion.
So from that day, the animals drew lots to decide on who was to go to the lion as his prey4.
One day, the lots fell on the hare to visit the lion. All the animals consoled him and sent him on his way to meet his doom5. But the hare was a clever animal. He did not want to die at the hands of the cruel lion. He saw an old well on the way. It was very deep and was a danger for all the animals. He thought of a plan.
The little hare went to sleep near the well all day. In the evening, he made his way to the lion's den6. The lion was terribly hungry by then and when he saw a tiny hare coming towards him, he became furious.
“You little thing, how dare you come so late? How dare they send such a small animal? I will kill them all," the angry lion roared.
“It is not my fault, O mighty7 lion. There were three other hares with me. But on the way here, another lion attacked us. I just managed to escape. The other three hares were eaten by that lion,"said the hare.
“What? Another lion in my jungle? Take me to him immediately," said the lion in a fit of rage.
The hare took the lion to the well and pointed8 it out to him from a distance. The other lion jumped out at us from inside the well when we tried to drink some water from the well. The lion rushed angrily to the well and peeped in.
There inside the well he could see another lion glaring at him. What the foolish lion did not realise in his anger was that he was looking at his reflection. He roared angrily at the other lion. He heard an answering roar.
It was only the echo of his own roar. But the lion thought that the other lion was challenging him. He jumped in and landed inside with a loud splash. And that was the end of the wicked lion.
The Cat's Elopement
Once upon a time there lived a cat of marvellous beauty, with a skin as soft and shining as silk, and wise green eyes, that could see even in the dark. His name was Gon, and he belonged to a music teacher, who was so fond and proud of him that he would not have parted with him for anything in the world.
Now, not far from the music master’s house there dwelled a lady who possessed a most lovely little pussy cat called Koma. She was such a little dear altogether, who blinked her eyes so daintily, and ate her supper so tidily – and when she had finished, she licked her pink nose so delicately with her little tongue, that her mistress was never tired of saying: “Koma, Koma, what should I do without you?”
Well, it happened one day that these two, when out for an evening stroll, met under a cherry tree, and in one moment fell madly in love with each other. Gon had long felt that it was time for him to find a wife, for all the ladies in the neighbourhood paid him so much attention that it made him quite shy. But he was not easy to please, and did not care about any of them. Now, before he had time to think, Cupid had entangled him in his net, and he was filled with love towards Koma. She fully returned his passion, but, like a woman, she saw the difficulties in the way, and consulted sadly with Gon as to the means of overcoming them. Gon entreated his master to set matters right by buying Koma, but her mistress would not part from her. Then the music master was asked to sell Gon to the lady, but he declined to listen to any such suggestion, so everything remained as before.
At length the love of the couple grew to such a pitch that they determined to please themselves, and to seek their fortunes together. So one moonlit night they stole away, and ventured out into an unknown world. All day long they marched bravely on through the sunshine, until they had left their homes far behind them. Towards evening they found themselves in a large park. The wanderers by this time were very hot and tired, and the grass looked very soft and inviting, The trees cast cool deep shadows, when suddenly an ogre appeared in this paradise, in the shape of a big, big dog! He came springing towards them showing all his teeth. Koma shrieked, and rushed up a cherry tree. Gon, however, stood his ground boldly, and prepared to give battle – for he felt that Koma’s eyes were upon him, and that he must not run away.
Alas! His courage would have availed him nothing had his enemy once touched him, for he was large and powerful, and very fierce. From her perch in the tree, Koma saw it all, and screamed with all her might, hoping that someone would hear and come to help. Luckily a servant of the princess to whom the park belonged to was walking by. He drove off the dog, and picking up the trembling Gon in his arms, carried him to his mistress.
So poor little Koma was left alone, while Gon was borne away, full of trouble, and not in the least knowing what to do. Even the attention paid him by the princess, who was delighted with his beauty and pretty ways, did not console him. There was no use in fighting against fate, and he could only wait and see what would turn up.
The princess, Gon’s new mistress, was so good and kind that everybody loved her, and she would have led a happy life, had it not been for a serpent who had fallen in love with her, and was constantly annoying her by his presence. Her servants had orders to drive him away as often as he appeared, but as they were careless, and the serpent very sly, it sometimes happened that he was able to slip past them, and frightened the princess by appearing before her. One day she was seated in her room, playing on her favourite musical instrument, when she felt something gliding up her sash, and saw her enemy making his way up to kiss her cheek. She shrieked and threw herself backwards, and Gon, who had been curled up on a stool at her feet, understood her terror – and with one bound, seized the snake by his neck.
He gave him one bite and one shake, and flung him on the ground, where he lay, never to worry the princess any more. Then the princess took Gon in her arms, and praised and caressed him. She saw that he had the nicest bits to eat, and the softest mats to lie on; and he would have had nothing in the world to wish for if only he could have seen Koma again.
Time passed on, and one morning Gon lay before the house door, basking in the sun. He looked lazily at the world stretched out before him, and saw in the distance a big ruffian of a cat teasing and ill-treating quite a little one. He jumped up, full of rage, and chased away the big cat, and then he turned to comfort the little one, when his heart nearly burst with joy to find that it was Koma. At first Koma did not know him again, he had grown so large and stately. But when it dawned upon her who it was, her happiness knew no bounds. They rubbed their heads and their noses again and again, while their purring might have been heard a mile off.
Paw in paw they appeared before the princess, and told her the story of their life and its sorrows. The princess wept for sympathy, and promised that they should never more be parted, but should live with her to the end of their days. By-and-by, the princess herself got married, and brought a prince to dwell in the palace in the park. She told him all about her two cats, and how brave Gon had been, and how he had delivered her from her enemy the serpent. When the prince heard this, he swore they should never leave them, but should go with the princess wherever she went. So it all fell out as the princess wished and Gon and Koma had many children, and so had the princess. They all played together, and were friends to the end of their lives.
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