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小学五年级英语童话故事：Thumbelina Once upon a time...There was once a woman who wanted to have quite a tiny, little child, but she did not know where to get one from. So one day she went to an old Witch and said to her： 'I should so much like to have a tiny, little child; can you tell me where I can get one?''Oh, we have just got one ready!' said the Witch. 'Hereis a barley-corn for you, but it's not the kind the farmer sows in his field, or feeds the cocks and hens with, I cantell you. Put it in a flower-pot, and then you will see something happen.''Oh, thank you!' said the woman, and gave the Witch a shilling, for that was what it cost. Then she went home and planted the barley-corn; immediately there grew out of it a large and beautiful flower, which looked like a tulip, butthe petals were tightly closed as if it were still only a bud.'What a beautiful flower!' exclaimed the woman, and she kissed the red and yellow petals; but as she kissed them the flower burst open. It was a real tulip, such as one can see any day; but in the middle of the blossom, on the green velvety petals, sat a little girl, quite tiny, trim, and pretty. She was scarcely half a thumb in height; so they called her Thumbelina. An elegant polished walnut-shell served Thumbelina as a cradle, the blue petals of a violet were her mattress, and a rose-leaf her coverlid. There shelay at night, but in the day-time she used to play about on the table; here the woman had put a bowl, surrounded by aring of flowers, with their stalks in water, in the middle of which floated a great tulip pedal, and on this Thumbelina sat, and sailed from one side of the bowl to the other, rowing herself with two white horse-hairs for oars. It was such a pretty sight! She could sing, too, with a voice more soft and sweet than had ever been heard before.One night, when she was lying in her pretty little bed,an old toad crept in through a broken pane in the window. She was very ugly, clumsy, and clammy; she hopped on to the table where Thumbelina lay asleep under the red rose-leaf.'This would make a beautiful wife for my son,' said the toad, taking up the walnut-shell, with Thumbelina inside, and hopping with it through the window into the garden.There flowed a great wide stream, with slippery andmarshy banks; here the toad lived with her son. Ugh! how ugly and clammy he was, just like his mother! 'Croak, croak,croak!' was all he could say when he saw the pretty littlegirl in the walnut- shell.'Don't talk so load, or you'll wake her,' said the old toad. 'She might escape us even now; she is as light as a feather. We will put her at once on a broad water-lily leafin the stream. That will be quite an island for her; she isso small and light. She can't run away from us there, whilst we are preparing the guest-chamber under the marsh where she shall live.'Outside in the brook grew many water-lilies, withbroad green leaves, which looked as if they were swimming about on the water.The leaf farthest away was the largest, and to this the old toad swam with Thumbelina in her walnut-shell.The tiny Thumbelina woke up very early in the morning, and when she saw where she was she began to cry bitterly; for on every side of the great green leaf was water, and she could not get to the land.The old toad was down under the marsh, decorating her room with rushes and yellow marigold leaves, to make it very grand for her new daughter-in-law; then she swam out with her ugly son to the leaf where Thumbelina lay. She wanted tofetch the pretty cradle to put it into her room before Thumbelina herself came there. The old toad bowed low in the water before her, and said： 'Here is my son; you shall marry him, and live in great magnificence down under the marsh.''Croak, croak, croak!' was all that the son could say. Then they took the neat little cradle and swam away with it; but Thumbelina sat alone on the great green leaf and wept,for she did not want to live with the clammy toad, or marry her ugly son. The little fishes swimming about under the water had seen the toad quite plainly, and heard what she had said; so they put up their heads to see the little girl. When they saw her, they thought her so pretty that they were very sorry she should go down with the ugly toad to live. No; that must not happen. They assembled in the water round the green stalk which supported the leaf on which she was sitting, and nibbled the stem in two. Away floated the leaf down the stream, bearing Thumbelina far beyond the reach of the toad.On she sailed past several towns, and the little birds sitting in the bushes saw her, and sang, 'What a prettylittle girl!' The leaf floated farther and farther away; thus Thumbelina left her native land.A beautiful little white butterfly fluttered above her, and at last settled on the leaf. Thumbelina pleased him, and she, too, was delighted, for now the toads could not reach her, and it was so beautiful where she was travelling; the sun shone on the water and made it sparkle like the brightest silver. She took off her sash, and tied one end round the butterfly; the other end she fastened to the leaf, so that now it glided along with her faster than ever.A great cockchafer came flying past; he caught sight of Thumbelina, and in a moment had put his arms round her slender waist, and had flown off with her to a tree. The green leaf floated away down the stream, and the butterfly with it, for he was fastened to the leaf and could not get loose from it. Oh, dear! how terrified poor little Thumbelina was when the cockchafer flew off with her to the tree! But she was especially distressed on the beautiful whitebutterfly's account, as she had tied him fast, so that if he could not get away he must starve to death. But the cockchafer did not trouble himself about that; hesat down with her on a large green leaf, gave her the honey out of the flowers to eat, and told her that she was very pretty, although she wasn't in the least like a cockchafer. Later on, all the other cockchafers who lived in the same tree came to pay calls; they examined Thumbelina closely, and remarked, 'Why, she has only two legs! How very miserable!''She has no feelers!' cried another.'How ugly she is!' said all the lady chafers--and yet Thumbelina was really very pretty.The cockchafer who had stolen her knew this very well;but when he heard all the ladies saying she was ugly, hebegan to think so too, and would not keep her; she might go wherever she liked. So he flew down from the tree with herand put her on a daisy. There she sat and wept, because she was so ugly that the cockchafer would have nothing to do with her; and yet she was the most beautiful creature imaginable,so soft and delicate, like the loveliest rose-leaf.The whole summer poor little Thumbelina lived alone inthe great wood. She plaited a bed for herself of blades of grass, and hung it up under a clover-leaf, so that she was protected from the rain; she gathered honey from the flowers for food, and drank the dew on the leaves every morning. Thus the summer and autumn passed, but then came winter--the long, cold winter. All the birds who had sung so sweetly about her had flown away; the trees shed their leaves, the flowers died; the great clover-leaf under which she had lived curled up,and nothing remained of it but the withered stalk. She was terribly cold, for her clothes were ragged, and she herself was so small and thin. Poor little Thumbelina! she wouldsurely be frozen to death. It began to snow, and every snow-flake that fell on her was to her as a whole shovelful thrown on one of us, for we are so big, and she was only an inch high. She wrapt herself round in a dead leaf, but it was torn in the middle and gave her no warmth; she was trembling with cold.Just outside the wood where she was now living lay a great corn-field. But the corn had been gone a long time; only the dry, bare stubble was left standing in the frozen ground. This made a forest for her to wander about in. All at once she came across the door of a field-mouse, who had a little hole under a corn-stalk. There the mouse lived warm and snug, with a store-room full of corn, a splendid kitchen and dining-room. Poor little Thumbelina went up to the door and begged for a little piece of barley, for she had not had anything to eat for the last two days.'Poor little creature!' said the field-mouse, for she was a kind- hearted old thing at the bottom. 'Come into my warm room and have some dinner with me.'As Thumbelina pleased her, she said： 'As far as I am concerned you may spend the winter with me; but you must keep my room clean and tidy, and tell me stories, for I like that very much.'And Thumbelina did allthat the kind old field-mouse asked, and did it remarkably well too.'Now I am expecting a visitor,' said the field-mouse; 'my neighbour comes to call on me once a week. He is in better circumstances than I am, has great, big rooms, and wears a fine black-velvet coat. If you could only marry him, you would be well provided for. But he is blind. You must tell him all the prettiest stories you know.'But Thumbelina did not trouble her head about him, for he was only a mole. He came and paid them a visit in his black-velvet coat.'He is so rich and so accomplished,' the field-mouse told her.'His house is twenty times larger than mine; he possesses great knowledge, but he cannot bear the sun and the beautiful flowers, and speaks slightingly of them, for he has neverseen them.'Thumbelina had to sing to him, so she sang 'Lady-bird,lady- bird, fly away home!' and other songs so prettily that the mole fell in love with her; but he did not say anything, he was a very cautious man. A short time before he had dug a long passage through the ground from his own house to that of his neighbour; in this he gave the field-mouse and Thumbelina permission to walk as often as they liked. But he begged them not to be afraid of the dead bird that lay in the passage：it was a real bird with beak and feathers, and must have died a little time ago, and now laid buried just where he had made his tunnel. The mole took a piece of rotten wood in his mouth, for that glows like fire in the dark, and went in front, lighting them through the long dark passage. When they cameto the place where the dead bird lay, the mole put his broad nose against the ceiling and pushed a hole through, so thatthe daylight could shine down. In the middle of the path laya dead swallow, his pretty wings pressed close to his sides, his claws and head drawn under his feathers; the poor birdhad evidently died of cold. Thumbelina was very sorry, forshe was very fond of all little birds; they had sung andtwittered so beautifully to her all through the summer. But the mole kicked him with his bandy legs and said：'Now he can't sing any more! It must be very miserable to be a little bird! I'm thankful that none of my littlechildren are; birds always starve in winter.''Yes, you speak like a sensible man,' said the field-mouse. 'What has a bird, in spite of all his singing, in the winter-time? He must starve and freeze, and that must be very pleasant for him, I must say!'Thumbelina did not say anything; but when the other two had passed on she bent down to the bird, brushed aside the feathers from his head, and kissed his closed eyes gently.'Perhaps it was he that sang to me so prettily in the summer,' she thought. 'How much pleasure he did give me, dear little bird!'The mole closed up the hole again which let in the light, and then escorted the ladies home. But Thumbelina could not sleep that night; so she got out of bed, and plaited a great big blanket of straw, and carried it off, and spread it over the dead bird, and piled upon it thistle-down as soft as cotton-wool, which she had found in the field-mouse's room, so that the poor little thing should lie warmly buried.'Farewell, pretty little bird!' she said. 'Farewell, and thank you for your beautiful songs in the summer, when the trees were green, and the sun shone down warmly on us!' Then she laid her head against the bird's heart. But the bird wasnot dead： he had been frozen, but now that she had warmed him, he was coming to life again.In autumn the swallows fly away to foreign lands; butthere are some who are late in starting, and then they get so cold that they drop down as if dead, and the snow comes and covers them over.Thumbelina trembled, she was so frightened; for the bird was very large in comparison with herself--only an inch high. But she took courage, piled up the down more closely over the poor swallow, fetched her own coverlid and laid it over his head.Next night she crept out again to him. There he was alive, but very weak; he could only open his eyes for a moment and look at Thumbelina, who was standing in front of him with a piece of rotten wood in her hand, for she had no other lantern.'Thank you, pretty little child!' said the swallow to her. 'I am so beautifully warm! Soon I shall regain my strength, and then I shall be able to fly out again into the warm sunshine.''Oh!' she said, 'it is very cold outside; it is snowing and freezing! stay in your warm bed; I will take care ofyou!'Then she brought him water in a petal, which he drank,after which he related to her how he had torn one of hiswings on a bramble, so that he could not fly as fast as the other swallows, who had flown far away to warmer lands. So at last he had dropped down exhausted, and then he couldremember no more. The whole winter he remained down there, and Thumbelina looked after him and nursed him tenderly. Neither the mole nor the field-mouse learnt anything of this, for they could not bear the poor swallow.When the spring came, and the sun warmed the earth again, the swallow said farewell to Thumbelina, who opened the hole in the roof for him which the mole had made. The sun shone brightly down upon her, and the swallow asked her if she would go with him; she could sit upon his back. Thumbelina wanted very much to fly far away into the green wood, but she knew that the old field-mouse would be sad if she ran away. 'No, I mustn't come!' she said.'Farewell, dear good little girl!' said the swallow, and flew off into the sunshine. Thumbelina gazed after him with the tears standing in her eyes, for she was very fond of the swallow.'Tweet, tweet!' sang the bird, and flew into the green wood. Thumbelina was very unhappy. She was not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine. The corn which had been sowed in the field over the field-mouse's home grew up high into the air, and made a thick forest for the poor little girl, who was only an inch high.'Now you are to be a bride, Thumbelina!' said the field-mouse, 'for our neighbour has proposed for you! What a piece of fortune for a poor child like you! Now you must set to work at your linen for your dowry, for nothing must be lacking if you are to become the wife of our neighbour, the mole!'Thumbelina had to spin all day long, and every eveningthe mole visited her, and told her that when the summer was over the sun would not shine so hot; now it was burning the earth as hard as a stone. Yes, when the summer had passed,they would keep the wedding.But she was not at all pleased about it, for she did not like the stupid mole. Every morning when the sun was rising, and every evening when it was setting, she would steal out of the house-door, and when the breeze parted the ears of cornso that she could see the blue sky through them, she thought how bright and beautiful it must be outside, and longed tosee her dear swallow again. But he never came; no doubt hehad flown away far into the great green wood.By the autumn Thumbelina had finished the dowry.'In four weeks you will be married!' said the field-mouse; 'don't be obstinate, or I shall bite you with my sharp white teeth! You will get a fine husband! The King himself has not such a velvet coat. His store-room and cellar are full, and you should be thankful for that.'Well, the wedding-day arrived. The mole had come to fetch Thumbelina to live with him deep down under the ground, never to come out into the warm sun again, for that was what hedidn't like. The poor little girl was very sad; for now she must say good-bye to the beautiful sun.'Farewell, bright sun!' she cried, stretching out herarms towards it, and taking another step outside the house;for now the corn had been reaped, and only the dry stubblewas left standing. 'Farewell, farewell!' she said, and puther arms round a little red flower that grew there. 'Give my love to the dear swallow when you see him!''Tweet, tweet!' sounded in her ear all at once. Shelooked up. There was the swallow flying past! As soon as he saw Thumbelina, he was very glad. She told him how unwilling she was to marry the ugly mole, as then she had to live underground where the sun never shone, and she could not help bursting into tears.'The cold winter is coming now,' said the swallow. 'Imust fly away to warmer lands： will you come with me? Youcan sit on my back, and we will fly far away from the ugly mole and his dark house, over the mountains, to the warm countries where the sun shines more brightly than here, where it is always summer, and there are always beautiful flowers. Do come with me, dear little Thumbelina, who saved my life when I lay frozen in the dark tunnel!''Yes, I will go with you,' said Thumbelina, and got onthe swallow's back, with her feet on one of his outstretched wings. Up he flew into the air, over woods and seas, over the great mountains where the snow is always lying. And if shewas cold she crept under his warm feathers, only keeping her little head out to admire all the beautiful things in theworld beneath. At last they came to warm lands; there the sun was brighter, the sky seemed twice as high, and in the hedges hung the finest green and purple grapes; in the woods grew oranges and lemons： the air was scented with myrtle and mint, and on the roads were pretty little children running aboutand playing with great gorgeous butterflies. But the swallowflew on farther, and it became more and more beautiful. Under the most splendid green trees besides a blue lake stood a glittering white-marble castle. Vines hung about the high pillars; there were many swallows' nests, and in one of these lived the swallow who was carrying Thumbelina.'Here is my house!' said he. 'But it won't do for you to live with me; I am not tidy enough to please you. Find a home for yourself in one of the lovely flowers that grow down there; now I will set you down, and you can do whatever you like.''That will be splendid!' said she, clapping her little hands.There lay a great white marble column which had fallen to the ground and broken into three pieces, but between these grew the most beautiful white flowers. The swallow flew down with Thumbelina, and set her upon one of the broad leaves.But there, to her astonishment, she found a tiny little man sitting in the middle of the flower, as white and transparent as if he were made of glass; he had the prettiest goldencrown on his head, and the most beautiful wings on his shoulders; he himself was no bigger than Thumbelina. He wasthe spirit of the flower. In each blossom there dwelt a tiny man or woman; but this one was the King over the others.'How handsome he is!' whispered Thumbelina to the swallow.The little Prince was very much frightened at the swallow, for in comparison with one so tiny as himself he seemed a giant. But when he saw Thumbelina, he was delighted, for she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. So he took hisgolden crown from off his head and put it on hers, asking her her name, and if she would be his wife, and then she would be Queen of all the flowers. Yes! he was a different kind of husband to the son of the toad and the mole with the black。

Jack the Dullard 笨汉汉斯Far in the interior of the country lay an old baronial hall, and in it lived an old proprietor, who had two sons, which two young men thought themselves too clever by half. They wanted to go out and woo the King’s daughter; for the maiden in question had publicly announced that she would choose for her husband that youth who could arrange his words best.So these two geniuses prepared themselves a full week for the wooing—this was the longest time that could be granted them; but it was enough, for they had had much preparatory information, and everybody knows how useful that is. One of them knew the whole Latin dictionary by heart, and three whole years of the daily paper of the little town into the bargain, and so well, indeed, that he could repeat it all either backwards or forwards, just as he chose. The other was deeply read in the corporation laws, and knew by heart what every corporation ought to know; and accordingly he thought he could talk of affairs of state, and put his spoke in the wheel in the council. And he knew one thing more: he could embroider suspenders with roses and other flowers, and with arabesques, for he was a tasty, light-fingered fellow.“I shall win the Princess!” So cried both of them. Therefore their old papa gave to each of them a handsome horse. The youth who knew the dictionary and newspaper by heart had a black horse, and he who knew all about the corporation laws received a milk-white steed. Then they rubbed the corners of their mouths with fish-oil, so that they might become very smooth and glib. All the servants stood below in the courtyard, and looked on while they mounted their horses; and just by chance the third son came up. For the proprietor had really three sons, though nobody counted the third with his brothers, because he was not so learned as they, and indeed he was generally known as “Jack the Dullard.”“Hallo!” said Jack the Dullard, “where are you going? I declare you have put on your Sunday clothes!”“We’re going to the King’s court, as suitors to the King’s daughter. Don’t you know the announcement that has been made all through the country?” And they told him all about it.“My word! I’ll be in it too!” cried Jack the Dullard; and his two brothers burst out laughing at him, and rode away.“Father, dear,” said Jack, “I must have a horse too. I do feel so desperately inclined to marry! If she accepts me, she accepts me; and if she won’t have me, I’ll have her; but she shall be mine!”“Don’t talk nonsense,” replied the old gentleman. “You shall have no horse from me. You don’t know how to speak—you can’t arrange your words. Your brothers are very different fellows from you.”“Well,” quoth Jack the Dullard, “If I can’t have a horse, I’ll take the Billy-goat, who belongs to me, and he can carry me very well!”And so said, so done. He mounted the Billy-goat, pressed his heels into its sides, and galloped down the high street like a hurricane.“Hei, houp! that was a ride! Here I come!” shouted Jack the Dullard, and he sang till his voice echoed far and wide.But his brothers rode slowly on in advance of him. They spoke not a word, for they were thinking about the fine extempore speeches they would have to bring out, and these had to be cleverly prepared beforehand.“Hallo!” shouted Jack the Dullard. “Here am I! Look what I have found on the high road.” And he showed them what it was, and it was a dead crow.“Dullard!” exclaimed the brothers, “what are you going to do with that?”“With the crow? why, I am going to give it to the Princess.”“Yes, do so,” said they; and they laughed, and rode on.“Hallo, here I am again! just see what I have found now: you don’t find that on the high road every day!”And the brothers turned round to see what he could have found now.“Dullard!” they cried, “that is only an old wooden shoe, and the upper part is missing into the bargain; are you going to give that also to the Princess?”“Most certainly I shall,” replied Jack the Dullard; and again the brothers laughed and rode on, and thus they got far in advance of him; but—“Hallo—hop rara!” and there was Jack the Dullard again. “It is getting better and better,” he cried. “Hurrah! it is quite famous.”“Why, what have you found this time?” inquired the brothers.“Oh,” said Jack the Dullard, “I can hardly tell you. How glad the Princess will be!”“Bah!” said the brothers; “that is nothing but clay out of the ditch.”“Yes, certainly it is,” said Jack the Dullard; “and clay of the finest sort. See, it is so wet, it runs through one’s fingers.” And he filled his pocket with the clay.But his brothers galloped on till the sparks flew, and consequently they arrived a full hour earlier at the town gate than could Jack. Now at the gate each suitor was provided with a number, and all were placed in rows immediately on their arrival, six in each row, and so closely packed together that they could not move their arms; and that was a prudent arrangement, for they would certainly have come to blows, had they been able, merely because one of them stood before the other.All the inhabitants of the country round about stood in great crowds around the castle, almost under the very windows, to see the Princess receive the suitors; and as each stepped into the hall, his power of speech seemed to desert him, like the light of a candle that is blown out. Then the Princess would say, “He is of no use! Away with him out of the hall!”At last the turn came for that brother who knew the dictionary by heart; but he did not know it now; he had absolutely forgotten it altogether; and the boards seemed to re-echo with his footsteps, and the ceiling of the hall was made of looking-glass, so that he saw himself standing on his head; and at the window stood three clerks and a head clerk, and every one of them was writing down every single word that was uttered, so that it might be printed in the newspapers, and sold for a penny at thestreet corners. It was a terrible ordeal, and they had, moreover, made such a fire in the stove, that the room seemed quite red hot.“It is dreadfully hot here!” observed the first brother.“Yes,” replied the Princess, “my father is going to roast young pullets today.”“Baa!” there he stood like a baa-lamb. He had not been prepared for a speech of this kind, and had not a word to say, though he intended to say something witty. “Baa!”“He is of no use!” said the Princess. “Away with him!”And he was obliged to go accordingly. And now the second brother came in.“It is terribly warm here!” he observed.“Yes, we’re roasting pullets to-day,” replied the Princess.“What—what were you—were you pleased to ob—” stammered he—and all the clerks wrote down, “pleased to ob—”“He is of no use!” said the Princess. “Away with him!”Now came the turn of Jack the Dullard. He rode into the hall on his goat. “Well, it’s most abominably hot here.”“Yes, because I’m roasting young pullets,” replied the Princess.“Ah, that’s lucky!” exclaimed Jack the Dullard, “for I suppose you’ll let me roast my crow at the same time?”“With the greatest pleasure,” said the Princess. “But have you anything you can roast it in? for I have neither pot nor pan.”“Certainly I have!” said Jack. “Here’s a cooking utensil with a tin handle.”And he brought out the old wooden shoe, and put the crow into it.“Well, that is a famous dish!” said the Princess. “But what shall we do for sauce?”“Oh, I have that in my pocket,” said Jack; “I have so much of it that I can afford to throw some away;” and he poured some of the clay out of his pocket.“I like that!” said the Princess. “You can give an answer, and you have something to say for yourself, and so you shall be my husband. But are you aware that every word we speak is being taken down, and will be published in the paper to-morrow? Look yonder, and you will see in every window three clerks and a head clerk; and the old head clerk is the worst of all, for he can’t understand anything.”But she only said this to frighten Jack the Dullard; and the clerks gave a great crow of delight, and each one spurted a blot out of his pen on to the floor. “Oh, those are the gentlemen, are they?” said Jack; “then I will give the best I have to the head clerk.” And he turned out his pockets, and flung the wet clay full in the head clerk’s face.“That was very cleverly done,” observed the Princess. “I could not have done that; but I shall learn in time.”And accordingly Jack the Dullard was made a king, and received a crown and a wife, and sat upon a throne. And this report we have wet from the press of the head clerk and the corporation of printers— but they are not to be depended upon in the least.。

最新整理五个手指的对话- 英语童话故事Late at night, the people that worked one day already entered sweet dreamland. In silent late night, the dialogue of 5 finger was transmitted in the room.Thumb says: "Small host is really too do not tell sanitation, my fingernail is so long, she is not cut unluckily. She is not cut unluckily.."Be! Grow because of fingernail, the ability in fingernail kept a lot of dirt. I what kill breathe heavily to be enraged nevertheless! " forefinger brother says then."Alas! " middle finger elder brother groans path: "The pose holding a pen of small host is incorrect also. Obviously I am below shaft, such drawing up that the word that e just has strength, but small host puts me in shaft unluckily however above, write the word that e out not good-looking, of askew. " middle finger elder brother is extremely angry.Ring finger says sadly: "Small host too do not cherish me! Burning hot summer, she rises my bag intentionally, act like a spoiled child to father mother next, pretending is she is cut not carefully when cutting pencil gave a Dakouzi, return dc blood! She says so, it is to let father mother buy delicious snacks to her, buy amused toy. She thinks far from, rise my bag in burning hot summer much more afflictive! " saying, ring finger shed tear.At this moment, did not know to transmit a cry from which, everybody looks later, it is little finger little sister so. 4 elder brothers ask together:"Little younger sister, why do you cry so sadly? " " you do not know somewhat! Small host besmears toward my fingernail what fingernail is oily, saying is for good-looking. Say like her far from actually in that way, the sort of taste is very bad. Want me to say, that is red lacquer. " saying, little finger little sister cries sadlier."Small host is this bad when can be the habit just corrected? She should learn ability to be opposite well! " thumb says darkly."Be! Resemble small host such age, very should academic be used to! Such, our country just has eligible builder. " middle finger says then. " " a few chicken cry, day break, the five fingers halted a debate, also did not happen like what same. Their dialog, was small host heard? If was heard, does small master conference change?。

最新整理会说话的果树- 英语童话故事A man has two wives, one calls Kang Di, one calls Makusa, they have a daughter severally. A person's mind of health the base of a fruit is kind-hearted, no matter who has difficulty, she offers a help enthusiasticly. Makusa is the woman with a vicious heart however, do not have kindness to who, be impassable with Kang Di especially, often look for Kang Di's trouble, and Kang Di went restrainedly one by one, never dispute what.One day, kang Di contracted choleraic disease suddenly, in succession a few days of have loose bowels, vomit, hands or feet is icy, hollow-eyed. Eye of health the base of a fruit sees he is washed-up, call Makusa to the front of him bed, say to her: "The child her aunt, I am afraid washed-up, face in me before closing double key point, I seek your job: After I am dead, ask your daughter me to regard your daughter as, bring up her adult. " smilingly ground says Makusa: "The child her aunt, see your respecting there go! The family cannot say two words. You are alive, say to want me to raise your daughter, I cannot say not word, what is more,the rather that you want to be absent. You are at ease, one's near neighbors can look so that see my general how to treat your daughter. One's near neighbors can look so that see my general how to treat your daughter..Kang Di's defect is more and more serious, crossed her a few days to die. Kang Di's daughter sees her mother died, very sad, cry half alive. Makusa and her daughter is right of Kang Di connect sad expression to be donenot have however to death.Since Kangdisheng after die in one's bed, household thing falls to daughter body of Kang Di pletely, she from do evening early, tired all over ache, and those who eat is leftover ort however, still often be on short mons. She is the girl with whole the most beautiful town originally, but mix as a result of overworked now sad, plexion pares a day one day sallow, the body pares a day one day angular.One day, stick on the ave in the city give a piece of annunciate to say, prince will hold a royal entertainment to meet, the girl that invites whole town goes attending. Entertainment is met on, if which girl can speak princely infant name, prince will marry her to be wife. After seeing official notice, people is eristic in succession, open-eyed unceasingly, because everybody does not know princely breast,be called what.Held entertainment one day to arrive, the girl of whole town puts on beautiful dress, like spending a red-letter day, makusa dresses up her daughter be gorgeously dressed, let her attended entertainment to be able to go, involve Kang Di's daughter in the home to work however. Kang Di's daughter says she also wants to attend entertainment to meet, makusa says to want her to be able to do some of fruit to e back let her attend only. The fruit wants to just have to the autumn, but at that time is burning hot summer, cannot handle a fruit at all, makusa lets her search a few fruits to e, it is to want to make excuse prevent her to attend entertainment to meet with this actually.。

Far in the interior of the country lay an old baronial hall, and in it lived an old proprietor, who had two sons, which two young men thought themselves too clever by half. They wantedtogoout andwootheKing ’s daughter; for the maidenin question had publicly announced that she would choose for her husband thatyouth who could arrange his words best.So these two geniuses prepared themselves a full week for the wooing —this was the longest time that could be granted them; but it was enough, for they had had much preparatory information, and everybody knows how useful that is. One of them knew the whole L atin dictionary by heart, and three whole years of thedaily paper of the little town into the bargain, and so well, indeed, that he couldrepeat it all either backwards or forwards, just as he chose. The other was deeplyread in the corporation laws, and knew by heart what every corporation ought to know;and accordingly he thought he could talk of affairs of state,and put his spoke in the wheel in the council. And he knew one thing more: he could embroider suspenders with roses and other flowers, and with arabesques, for hewas a tasty, light-fingeredfellow.“I shall win the Princess! ” So cried both of them. Therefore their old papagave to each of them a handsome horse. The youth who knew the dictionary and newspaper by heart hada black horse, andhe who knew all about the corporationlaws received a milk-white steed. Then they rubbed the corners of their mouthswith fish-oil, so that they might become very smooth and glib. All the servantsstoodbelow in the courtyard, andlookedon while they mountedtheir horses; andjust by chance the third son came up. For the proprietor had really three sons, though nobody countedthe thirdwith his brothers, because he was not solearnedas they, and indeed he was generally known as “Jack the Dullard. ”“Hallo!”saidJack the Dullard, “whereareyou going? I declareyou haveputon your Sunday clothes! ”“We’re goingto the King ’s court, as suitors to the King ’s daughter. Don ’t you know the announcement that has been made all through the country? ” And they told him all about it.“My word! I ’ll bein it too! ” criedJack the Dullard; andhis twobrothers burs tout laughing at him, and rode away.“Father, dear, ” said Jack, “I must have a horse too. I do feel so desperatel y inclinedto marry! If she accepts me, she accepts me; andif she won ’t have me, I ’ll have her; but she shall be mine! ”“Don’t talk nonsense, ” repliedthe oldgentleman. “Y ou shall havenohorse fromme. Y ou don ’t know how to speak —youcan ’t arrange your words. Y our brothers are very different fellows from you. ”“Well, ”quoth Jack the Dullard, “If I can ’thavea horse, I ’ll take the Billy-goat, who belongs to me, and he can carry me very well! ”And so said, so done. He mounted the Billy-goat, pressed his heels into its sides, and galloped down the high street like a hurricane.“Hei, houp! that was a ride! Here I come! ” shouted Jack the Dullard, and he sang till his voice echoed far and wide.But his brothers rode slowly on in advance of him. They spoke not a word, for they were thinking about the fine extempore speeches they would have to bringout, and these had to be cleverly prepared beforehand.“Hallo!” shouted Jack the Dullard. “Here am I! Look what I have found on the high road. ” And he showed them what it was, and it was a dead crow.“Dullard!” exclaimed the brothers, “what are you going to do with that? ”“With the crow? why, I am going to give it to the Princess. ”“Y es, doso, ” said they; and they laughed, and rode on.“Hallo, here I am again! just see what I have found now: you don ’t find that on the high road every day! ”And the brothers turned round to see what he could have found now.“Dullard!”they cried, “that is only an oldwooden shoe, andthe upper partis missing into the bargain; are you going to give that also to the Princess? ”“Most certainly I shall,” replied Jack the Dullard; and again the brothers laughed and rode on, and thus they got far in advance of him; but —“Hallo—hoprara! ” andthere was Jack the Dullardagain. “It is gettingbette r andbetter, ” he cried. “Hurrah! it is quite famous. ”“Why, what have you found this time? ” inquired the brothers.“Oh,”saidJack the Dullard, “I can hardly tell you. How gladthe Princess willbe!”“Bah!” said the brothers; “that is nothing but clay out of the ditch. ”“Y es, certainly it is, ” saidJack the Dullard; “andclay of the finest sort. See, itis so wet, it runs through one ’s fingers. ” And he filled his pocket with the clay.But his brothers gallopedon till the sparks flew, andconsequently they arriveda full hour earlier at the town gate than could Jack. Now at the gate each suitor was provided with a number, and all were placed in rows immediately on their arrival, six in each row, and so closely packed together that they could not movetheir arms;and that was a prudent arrangement,for they would certainly have come to blows, had they been able, merely because one of them stood before the other.All the inhabitants of the country round about stood in great crowds aroundthe castle, almost under the very windows, to see the Princess receive the suitors; and as each stepped into the hall, his power of speech seemed to desert him, like the light of a candle that is blown out. Then the Princess would say, “He is of no use! Away with him out of the hall! ”At last the turn came for that brother whoknew the dictionary by heart; but hedid not know it now; he had absolutely forgotten it altogether; and the boards seemed to re-echo with his footsteps,and the ceiling of the hall was made of looking-glass,so that he saw himself standing on his head;and at the window stoodthree clerks anda headclerk, andevery one of themwas writingdown everysingle word that was uttered, so that it might be printed in the newspapers, andsold for a penny at the street corners. It was a terrible ordeal, and they had, moreover, made such a fire in the stove, that the room seemed quite red hot.“It is dreadfully hot here! ” observed the first brother.“Yes, ”repliedthe Princess, “my father is goingtoroast youngpullets today. ”“Baa!” there he stood like a baa-lamb. He had not been prepared for a speech of this kind, and had not a word to say, though he intended to say somethingwitty. “Baa!”“He is of no use!” said the Princess. “Away with him!”And he was obliged to go accordingly. And now the second brother came in.“It is terribly warm here! ” he observed.“Yes, we ’re roastingpullets to-day, ” replied the Prince ss.“What—what wereyou —wereyou pleasedtoob —” stammeredhe —andall the clerks wrote down, “pleased to ob —”“He is of no use!” said the Princess. “Away with him!”Now came the turn of Jack the Dullard. He rode into the hall on his goat.“Well, it ’s most abominably hot here. ”“Y es, be cause I ’m roasting young pullets, ” replied the Princess.“Ah, that ’s lucky! ” exclaimedJack the Dullard, “for I supposeyou ’ll let me roast my crow at the same time? ”“With the greatest pleasure, ” saidthe Princess. “But have you anythingyou can roast it in? for I have neither pot nor pan. ”“Certainly I have!” said Jack. “Here ’s a cookingutensil with a tin handle. ”And he brought out the old wooden shoe, and put the crow into it.“Well, that is a famous dish! ” said the Princess. “But what shall we do forsauce?”“Oh, I have that in my pocket, ” said Jack; “I have so much of it that I ca n afford to throw some away; ” and he poured some of the clay out of his pocket.“I like that!” said the Princess. “You can give an answer, and you have something to say for yourself, and so you shall be my husband. But are you aware that every word we speak is being taken down, and will be published in the paper to-morrow? Look yonder, andyou will see in every window three clerks anda headclerk; andthe oldheadclerk is the worst of all, for he can ’t understandanything. ”But she only said this to frighten Jack the Dullard; and the clerks gave a great crow of delight, and each one spurted a blot out of his pen on to the floor.“Oh, thosearethegentlemen, arethey? ” said Jack; “then I will givethebestI have to the head clerk. ” And he turned out his pockets, and flung the wet clay full in the head clerk ’s face.“That was very cleverly done,” observed the Princess. “I could not have done that; but I shall learn in time. ”Andaccordingly Jack the Dullardwas made a king, andreceiveda crown andawife, and sat upon a throne. And this report we have wet from the press of thehead clerk and the corporation of printers—but they are not to be depended upon in the least.。

英语新热点时文阅读-寓言通话01（2022·江苏·盐城市盐都区实验初中二模）Long long ago, there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick legs that are put on the fire to make cold rooms warm.I do not know how this really happened, one fine day this piece of wood found itself in the shop of an old carpenter (木匠). Everyone called him Mastro Cherry, for the tip of his nose was so round and red that it looked like a ripe cherry.As soon as he saw that piece of wood, Mastro Cherry was filled with joy. Rubbing his hands together happily, he said to himself: “This has come in time. I’m in need of a leg of the table.” But as he was about to give it the first blow, he stood still with arm uplifted, for he had heard a little voice say: “Please be careful! Do not hit me so hard!” What a surprise!He tried to find out where that voice had come from and he saw no one! He looked under the bench—no one! He searched the room—no one! He opened the door to look around the street—and still no one!“Oh, I see!” he then said, laughing and shaking his head “There may be something wrong with my ears.”“Well, well—to work once more.” He struck another blow hard on the piece of wood.“Oh, oh! You hurt me!” cried the same far-away little voice.Mastro Cherry’s mouth opened wide, turned frightened eyes and his tongue hung down on his chin (下巴). “Where did that voice come from? This piece of wood has learned to cry like a child? Here it is—a piece of common firewood, the same as any other. Yet—might someone be hidden in it? If so, the worse for him. I’ll fix him!” With these words, he started to knock it. He threw it to the floor, against the walls, and even up to the ceiling.He listened for the tiny voice to cry. He waited two minutes—nothing; five minutes--nothing; ten minutes—nothing. “Oh, I see,” he said, trying bravely to laugh and touching his hair. “Well, well—to work once more!” So he tried to sing a merry song to get power, and worked on.“Stop it! Oh, stop it! You tickle my stomach.” This time poor Mastro Cherry fell as if shot. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the floor.1．What did he want to do when he saw the wood?A．To sell it to make money.B．To use it to keep warm.C．To make a leg of a table.D．To treat it as his child.2．The underlined word “struck” in Paragraph 6 probably means ________.A．hit B．fought C．shook D．rose3．How did the man’s feelings change?A．Happy–nervous–surprised.B．Happy–surprised–frightened.C．Frightened–happy–surprised.D．Frightened–surprised–brave.4．Which is the right order of what happened in the story?a. Mastro Cherry saw a piece of common firewood with joy.b. The old carpenter doubted if anyone was hidden in the wood.c. He heard the same far-away little voice cry “Oh, oh! You hurt me!”d. Mastro Cherry sang a merry song to encourage himself to work on.e. As he was going to give it the first blow, he had heard a little voice.A．a–e–b–d–c B．e–a–b–c–d C．a–e–c–b–d D．e–a–c–d–b5．What can we infer according to the passage?A．Mastro Cherry may be very unfriendly.B．Mastro Cherry would find out the truth again.C．There’s something wrong with the carpenter’s ears.D．Mastro Cherry may be very glad to see the wood again.02（2021·河北邯郸·九年级期中）A little steam(小河) ran down from a high mountain through many villages and forests. Then it reached a desert, “I went through so many difficulties. I should have no problem crossing this desert,”she thought. As she started, she found herself slowly disappearing into the sand. After many tries, she still failed. “Maybe I can’t reach the ocean, she said sadly to herself.”At this time, a deep voice said, “If a breeze(微风) can cross the desert, so can a river. ” It was the voice of the desert. But the little stream replied, “A breeze can fly, but I can’t.”“That’s because you can’t give up what you are. Let yourself evaporate(蒸发) into the breeze, it can take you across, and you can reach the ocean.” said the desert.“Give up what I am now? No! No!” The little stream could not accept this idea.“The breeze can carry the vapor(蒸汽) across the desert and let it leave as rain. The rain will form a river again,” said the desert. “And whether you’re a river or vapor, your nature never changes.”Hearing this, the little stream went into the open arms of the breeze. It carried her to the next stage of her life.The course of our lives is like the experience of the little stream. If you want to go through difficulties in your life to head for the success, you should also change the way you are.6．The little stream planned to reach ________.A．the forest B．the river C．the ocean D．the desert7．At first, the little stream didn’t accept the desert’s advice because ________.A．she failed many times B．she was afraid of the natureC．she wasn’t able to change her nature D．she wouldn’t change the way she was8．From the passage, we know that the stream ________ in the end.A．crossed the desert B．stopped her journeyC．failed to reach the ocean D．disappeared in the air03（2022·江苏·宿迁青华中学九年级阶段练习）根据短文内容，用括号内所给词的正确时态或形式填空使短文完整。

二年级小学生英语寓言双语故事寒假阅读三篇（带翻译）I am in desperate need of help -- or Ill go crazy. Were living in a single room -- my wife, my children and my in-laws. So our nerves are on edge, we yell and scream at one another. The room is a hell.Do you promise to do whatever I tell you?; said the Master gravely.I swear I shall do anything.Very well. How many animals do you have?A cow, a goat and six chickens.Take them all into the room with you. Then come back after a week.The disciple was appalled. But he had promised to obey! So he took the animals in. A week later he came back, a pitiable figure, moaning, Im a nervous wreck. The dirt! The stench! The noise! Were all on the verge of madness!Go back,said the Master, and put the animals out.The man ran all the way home. And came back the following day, his eyes sparkling with joy. How sweet life is! The animals are out. The home is a Paradise, so quiet and clean and roomy!我非常需要帮助——或者我会疯的。

木头英文故事作文Title: The Journey of a Piece of Wood。

Once upon a time, in a dense forest nestled between towering mountains, there stood a mighty oak tree. This oak tree had witnessed generations pass by, each leaving its mark on the forest. Among its branches, there grew a small sapling, eager to explore the world beyond the confines of the forest.One sunny morning, as the birds chirped and the leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, a woodcutter arrived in the forest. With his keen eye, he spotted the oak tree and set to work, his axe swinging with precision. With a resounding crack, the mighty oak fell to the forest floor, shaking the ground beneath it.Among the fallen branches and scattered leaves, there lay a piece of wood, sturdy and strong. Little did it know, this was just the beginning of its journey. The woodcuttercarefully selected the piece of wood and began shaping it into a fine plank.As the wood was carved and smoothed, it underwent a transformation. From a mere part of a tree, it became a vessel of potential, ready to serve a new purpose. Eventually, it was loaded onto a wagon and taken to a bustling workshop in the nearby town.In the workshop, skilled craftsmen worked tirelessly, turning the plank of wood into a magnificent piece of furniture. With each stroke of the hammer and each coat of varnish, the wood gained character and beauty. It was no longer just a piece of timber but a work of art, destined to adorn someone's home.Once the crafting was complete, the piece of wood found itself in a grand mansion, surrounded by luxury and opulence. It became a part of a dining table, wherefamilies gathered to share meals and create memories. From morning breakfasts to festive dinners, it witnessed the joys and sorrows of those who sat around it.Years passed, and the mansion changed hands, as did the dining table. With each new owner, the piece of wood found itself in different surroundings, each with its own stories to tell. It traveled from city to city, witnessing the ebb and flow of life.Eventually, the day came when the dining table was deemed old and worn, and it was time for a new one to take its place. The piece of wood was carefully dismantled, its parts salvaged for other projects. Yet, even as it was broken down, its essence endured.Some of its fragments were turned into toys for children, bringing laughter and joy to young hearts. Others were repurposed into shelves, holding cherished mementos and books. In its new forms, the wood continued to serve, embodying the spirit of resilience and adaptability.And so, the journey of the piece of wood came full circle, from the lofty branches of an oak tree to the humble abodes of countless homes. Through eachtransformation, it remained a silent witness to the passage of time, a reminder of the interconnectedness of all things in this vast and ever-changing world.。

英语童话故事99篇听力材料The Gingerbread Man.Once upon a time, there was an old woman who lived in a cottage in the woods. She was very lonely, so she decided to make herself a gingerbread man.She mixed together some flour, sugar, ginger, and butter, and then she shaped the dough into a little man. She put raisins for eyes and a mouth, and she even gave him a little red hat.The old woman put the gingerbread man in the oven, and soon he was baked and ready to eat. But when she opened the oven door, the gingerbread man jumped out and ran away!The gingerbread man ran through the woods, past the trees and the flowers. He met a fox, who said, "Hello,little gingerbread man. Where are you going?""I'm running away," said the gingerbread man. "The old woman is going to eat me!""Well, you're lucky you met me," said the fox. "I'll help you."The fox chased the gingerbread man through the woods, but the gingerbread man was too fast for him. The fox gave up and went back to his den.The gingerbread man kept running, and he met a wolf. The wolf said, "Hello, little gingerbread man. Where are you going?""I'm running away," said the gingerbread man. "The old woman and the fox are going to eat me!""Well, you're lucky you met me," said the wolf. "I'll help you."The wolf chased the gingerbread man through the woods, but the gingerbread man was too fast for him. The wolf gaveup and went back to his den.The gingerbread man kept running, and he met a bear. The bear said, "Hello, little gingerbread man. Where are you going?""I'm running away," said the gingerbread man. "The old woman, the fox, and the wolf are going to eat me!""Well, you're lucky you met me," said the bear. "I'll help you."The bear chased the gingerbread man through the woods, but the gingerbread man was too fast for him. The bear gave up and went back to his den.The gingerbread man kept running, and he met a river. The river said, "Hello, little gingerbread man. Where are you going?""I'm running away," said the gingerbread man. "The old woman, the fox, the wolf, and the bear are going to eatme!""Well, you're lucky you met me," said the river. "I'll help you."The river opened up its mouth and swallowed the gingerbread man whole.The gingerbread man was scared at first, but then he realized that the river was taking him away from the old woman, the fox, the wolf, and the bear.The river carried the gingerbread man all the way to the sea. The gingerbread man swam to shore and lived happily ever after.The Three Little Pigs.Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. They were all very lazy, and they didn't want to build houses.One day, a big bad wolf came to their houses. Heknocked on the door of the first little pig's house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in.""No, no, no," said the first little pig. "I won't let you in."The wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the first little pig's house down.Then the wolf went to the second little pig's house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in.""No, no, no," said the second little pig. "I won't let you in."The wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the second little pig's house down.Then the wolf went to the third little pig's house and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in.""No, no, no," said the third little pig. "I won't letyou in."The wolf huffed and he puffed, but he couldn't blow the third little pig's house down.The third little pig had built his house of bricks, and it was too strong for the wolf to blow down.The wolf was so angry that he ran away into the woods.The three little pigs lived happily ever after in their brick house.Goldilocks and the Three Bears.Once upon a time, there were three bears who lived in a house in the woods. One day, they went for a walk in the woods.While they were gone, a little girl named Goldilocks came to their house. She knocked on the door, but no one answered.Goldilocks opened the door and went inside. She saw a big bowl of porridge on the table. She tasted the porridge from the first bowl, but it was too hot. She tasted the porridge from the second bowl, but it was too cold. She tasted the porridge from the third bowl, and it was just right.Goldilocks ate all of the porridge from the third bowl.Then, she went upstairs to the bedroom. She saw three beds. She lay down on the first bed, but it was too hard. She lay down on the second bed, but it was too soft. She lay down on the third bed, and it was just right.Goldilocks fell asleep in the third bed.Soon, the three bears came home from their walk. They saw that someone had been in their house."Someone's been eating my porridge!" said the first bear."Someone's been eating my porridge!" said the second bear."Someone's been eating my porridge and they've eaten it all up!" said the third bear.Then, the bears went upstairs to the bedroom. They saw that someone had been in their beds."Someone's been sleeping in my bed!" said the first bear."Someone's been sleeping in my bed!" said the second bear."Someone's been sleeping in my bed and they're still here!" said the third bear.Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears. She jumped out of the bed and ran downstairs.The three bears chased after Goldilocks, but she was too fast for them. Goldilocks ran all the way home and she never went back to the three bears' house again.Little Red Riding Hood.Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood. She lived with her mother in a cottage in the woods.One day, Little Red Riding Hood's mother asked her to take some food to her grandmother, who lived in a cottage on the other side of the woods.Little Red Riding Hood put on her red cloak and set off to her grandmother's house.As she was walking through the woods, she met a wolf. The wolf asked her where she was going, and Little Red Riding Hood told him that she was going to hergrandmother's house to take her some food.The wolf told Little Red Riding Hood that he was going to her grandmother's house too. He told her to take her time and enjoy the scenery, while he took a shortcut through the woods.Little Red Riding Hood took her time and enjoyed the scenery. She picked flowers and sang songs.Meanwhile, the wolf ran ahead to grandmother's house. He knocked on the door and grandmother opened it. The wolf pushed grandmother into the closet and put on her clothes.When Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her grandmother's house, she knocked on the door."Who's there?" asked the wolf."It's me, Little Red Riding Hood," said Little Red Riding Hood."Come in, my dear," said the wolf.Little Red Riding Hood went inside and saw her grandmother in bed. She noticed that her grandmother looked strange."Grandmother," said Little Red Riding Hood, "what big eyes you have.""The better to see you with, my dear," said the wolf."Grandmother, what big ears you have.""The better to hear you with, my dear.""Grandmother, what big teeth you have.""The better to eat you with, my dear."The wolf jumped out of bed and ate Little Red Riding Hood.Then, the wolf went back to sleep and snored loudly.A hunter was passing by and he heard the wolf snoring. The hunter went into the house and saw the wolf in bed. The hunter took out his axe and killed the wolf.The hunter opened the closet and found grandmother and Little Red Riding Hood. He gave them some water and they were soon feeling better.The hunter, grandmother, and Little Red Riding Hood all lived happily ever after.The Ugly Duckling.Once upon a time, there was a mother duck who had just hatched her eggs. She had four ducklings, but one of them was very ugly. The other ducklings made fun of him and called him names.The ugly duckling was very sad. He left the nest and went to live in the woods.The ugly duckling lived in the woods for a long time.He was lonely and he didn't have any friends.One day, the ugly duckling saw a flock of swans flying overhead. He was so beautiful that the ugly duckling longed to be like them.The ugly duckling swam out to the swans and asked if he could join them. The swans were kind and they let him swim with them.The ugly duckling was so happy that he cried tears of joy.。

巴塔木故事英文版巴塔木是一个来自非洲的故事，被认为是非洲民间传说中的一只聪明的猴子。

下面是巴塔木故事的英文版：Once upon a time, in a dense African forest, there lived a clever monkey named Bata. Bata was known for his quick thinking and cunning ways. He lived happily among the trees, swinging from branch to branch with his long tail.One day, as Bata was exploring the forest, he came across a mango tree laden with juicy fruits. The tree was guarded by a group of fierce birds who would attack anyone trying to steal the fruits. Bata, determined to taste the delicious mangoes, devised a plan.He approached the birds and greeted them politely. "Good day, my fine friends. I couldn't help but notice the beautiful mangoes on this tree. I have traveled far and wide to find such sweet delicacies. Would it be possible for me to have just one?" The birds, intrigued by Bata's manners, were taken aback. They had never encountered a monkey with such eloquence. After a brief discussion, they agreed to give him one mango, warning him not to take any more.Bata, satisfied with his victory, quickly ate the mango and left, but his desire for more mangoes remained unfulfilled. He knew that he had to come up with a better plan for his next attempt.The following day, Bata returned to the mango tree, this time carrying a mirror. As soon as he saw the birds, he held up the mirror and said, "My dear friends, I havediscovered a tree with even more magnificent mangoes than this one. The fruits are twice the size and sweeter than honey. I invite you all to come and see for yourselves."Intrigued by the description, the birds eagerly flew with Bata to the imaginary mango tree. The clever monkey, taking advantage of their absence, plucked as many ripe mangoes as he could and returned to his hiding spot.When the birds realized they had been tricked, they flew back in a fury, but it was too late. Bata had already enjoyed the sweet mangoes and was nowhere to be found. From that day forward, he became known as the smartest monkey in the forest.The story of Bata teaches us the importance of wit and quick thinking. It reminds us that with cleverness and ingenuity, even the most difficult obstacles can be overcome.。