英语童话小故事(锦集十一篇)

时间:2025-02-13 作者:知库网

英语童话小故事篇1

The wolf in sheeps clothing

A qolf resolved to disguise himself in order that he might prey1 upon a flock of sheep without fear of detection.

So he clothed himself in a sheepskin, and slipped among the sheep when they were out at pasture. He completely deceived the shepherd, and when the flock was penned for the night he was shut in with the rest.

But that very night as it happened, the shepherd, requiring a supply of mutton for the table, laid hands on the wolf in mistake for a sheep, and killed him with his knife on the spot.

英语童话小故事篇2

THERE was an old mansion surrounded by a marshy ditch with a drawbridge which was butseldom let down:- not all guests are good people. Under the roof were loopholes to shootthrough, and to pour down boiling water or even molten lead on the enemy, should heapproach. Inside the house the rooms were very high and had ceilings of beams, and that wasvery useful considering the great deal of smoke which rose up from the chimney fire where thelarge, damp logs of wood smouldered. On the walls hung pictures of knights in armour andproud ladies in gorgeous dresses; the most stately of all walked about alive. She was calledMeta Mogen; she was the mistress of the house, to her belonged the castle. Towards theevening robbers came; they killed three of her people and also the yard-dog, and attached Mrs.Meta to the kennel by the chain, while they themselves made good cheer in the hall and drankthe wine and the good ale out of her cellar. Mrs.

Meta was now on the chain, she could noteven bark. But lo! the servant of one of the robbers secretly approached her; they must not seeit, otherwise they would have killed him. "Mrs. Meta Mogen," said the fellow, "do you stillremember how my father, when your husband was still alive, had to ride on the wooden horse?You prayed for him, but it was no good, he was to ride until his limbs were paralysed; but youstole down to him, as I steal now to you, you yourself put little stones under each of his feetthat he might have support, nobody saw it, or they pretended not to see it, for you were thenthe young gracious mistress. My father has told me this, and I have not forgotten it! Now I willfree you, Mrs. Meta Mogen!"

Then they pulled the horses out of the stable and rode off in rainand wind to obtain the assistance of friends. "Thus the small service done to the old man wasrichly rewarded!" said Meta Mogen. "Delaying is not forgetting," said the fellow. The robberswere hanged. There was an old mansion, it is still there; it did not belong to Mrs. Meta Mogen,it belonged to another old noble family. We are now in the present time. The sun is shining onthe gilt knob of the tower, little wooded islands lie like bouquets on the water, and wild swansare swimming round them. In the garden grow roses; the mistress of the house is herself thefinest rose petal, she beams with joy, the joy of good deeds: however, not done in the wideworld, but in her heart, and what is preserved there is not forgotten. Delaying is notforgetting!

Now she goes from the mansion to a little peasant hut in the field. Therein lives apoor paralysed girl; the window of her little room looks northward, the sun does not enter here.The girl can only see a small piece of field which is surrounded by a high fence. But to-day thesun shines here- the warm, beautiful sun of God is within the little room; it comes from thesouth through the new window, where formerly the wall was. The paralysed girl sits in the warmsunshine and can see the wood and the lake; the world had become so large, so beautiful, andonly through a single word from the kind mistress of the mansion. "The word was so easy, thedeed so small," she said, "the joy it afforded me was infinitely great and sweet!"

And thereforeshe does many a good deed, thinks of all in the humble cottages and in the rich mansions,where there are also afflicted ones. It is concealed and hidden, but God does not forget it.Delayed is not forgotten! An old house stood there; it was in the large town with its busy traffic.There are rooms and halls in it, but we do not enter them, we remain in the kitchen, where itis warm and light, clean and tidy; the copper utensils are shining, the table as if polished withbeeswax; the sink looks like a freshly scoured meatboard. All this a single servant has done,and yet she has time to spare as if she wished to go to church; she wears a bow on her cap, ablack bow, that signifies mourning. But she has no one to mourn, neither father nor mother,neither relations nor sweetheart. She is a poor girl. One day she was engaged to a poor fellow;they loved each other dearly.

One day he came to her and said: "We both have nothing! Therich widow over the way in the basement has made advances to me; she will make me rich,but you are in my heart; what do you advise me to do?" "I advise you to do what you think willturn out to your happiness," said the girl. "Be kind and good to her, but remember this; fromthe hour we part we shall never see each other again." Years passed; then one day she met theold friend and sweetheart in the street;

he looked ill and miserable, and she could not helpasking him, "How are you?" "Rich and prospering in every respect," he said; "the woman isbrave and good, but you are in my heart. I have fought the battle, it will soon be ended; weshall not see each other again now until we meet before God!" A week has passed; this morninghis death was in the newspaper, that is the reason of the girl's mourning! Her old sweetheart isdead and has left a wife and three step-children, as the paper says; it sounds as if there is acrack, but the metal is pure.

The black bow signifies mourning, the girl's face points to thesame in a still higher degree; it is preserved in the heart and will never be forgotten. Delayingis not forgetting! These are three stories you see, three leaves on the same stalk. Do you wishfor some more trefoil leaves? In the little heartbook are many more of them. Delaying is notforgetting!

隐存着并不就是被忘却

有一座古老的庄园。庄园外面有一条泥泞的护庄沟，上面有一座吊桥。吊桥吊起的时候比放下的时候多，来访的人并不都是好人。屋檐下面有许多洞眼，可以朝外放枪。要是敌人靠得太近，还可以从这些洞里往外泼开水，是啊，甚至倒融化了的铅。屋里木顶很高，这对于因壁炉烧大块的湿木头而冒出的那些烟是很好的出路。墙上挂着身穿铠甲的男人和衣着臃肿、傲气十足的妇人的画像。这些女人中最高贵的一位现在还活着，住在这里，她的名字叫麦特·莫恩斯。她是这座庄园的主人。

一天傍晚，强盗来了。他们杀死了她家的三口人，连看庄园的狗也被杀了。接着他们用拴狗的链子把麦特夫人拴在狗窝里，他们自己则坐在大厅里，喝着从她的地窖里搬来的葡萄酒和上等啤酒。

麦特夫人被狗链子拴着，她连像狗那样吠也不行。接着强盗里的'一个小孩子来了，他蹑手蹑脚一点声音都没有。他不能让人察觉，一被发觉他们便会杀死他。

“麦特·莫恩斯夫人!”小男孩说道，“你记得你丈夫在世的时候，我的父亲被捆在木马①上吗?那时你为他求情，但是没有用;他必须骑在上面，骑成残废。但是你悄悄地走来，就像我现在悄悄地溜来一样;你亲手在他的脚下摆上了一小块石头，让他能够休息。没有人看见，或者他们装作没看见。你是那位年轻仁慈的夫人。我父亲对我说过，我把这事隐存着，但并不曾忘却!现在我来解救你，麦特·莫恩斯夫人!”接着他们从马厩牵来马，在风雨中骑马跑了，他们得到了人们友好的帮助。

“我对那位老人做的一点善事却得到了这样好的回报!”麦特·莫恩斯夫人说道。

“隐存不是被遗忘!”男孩说道。

强盗后来被处以绞刑。

有一座古老的庄园，它也还在那里。它不是麦特·莫恩斯夫人的。它属于另外一个高贵的家族。

这是我们的时代。太阳照在金光闪闪的塔尖上，一座座郁郁葱葱的小岛像花环似地浮在水上，小岛的四周有野天鹅在游弋。园子里生长着玫瑰，庄园的女主人便是最美的玫瑰花;她在欢乐中，在善行的欢乐中闪闪发光，不是在广阔的世界里，而是在心中。它隐存在那里，但不等于被忘却。现在她从庄园走向田野里一所孤单的小房子。房里住着一个可怜的、瘫痪的女孩子。她房间里的窗是朝北面开的，阳光不能射进来，她只能看到被那条很高的沟堤隔断的一小片田野。但是今天屋子里有阳光了，上帝那温暖可爱的阳光射进来了。这阳光是从南墙上新开的窗子里射进来的。以前那边只是一道墙。

瘫痪的姑娘坐在温暖的阳光里，看着树林和海滩。世界变得宽阔起来，十分可爱，这一切都是庄园里的那位夫人的一句话带来的。

“讲一句话是轻而易举的，做的事是那么微不足道!”她说道。“我得到的快乐却无边无垠，十分幸福。”

因为如此，她作了许多许多的善事，她心中装着贫寒家庭和有痛苦的富裕家庭的每一个人。善行隐存着，但是没有被上帝忘却。

有一座古老的宅子，它在那座热闹的大城市里。宅子里有厅有堂。我们不进厅堂去，我们留在厨房里。那儿暖和、明亮，清洁而整齐;铜器都闪闪发光，桌子就像是打了蜡一样亮，洗碗盆就像是刚刨光的砧板。这都是一个女佣收拾的，她甚至还有时间将自己打扮整齐，就像要去教堂一般。她的帽子上打了一个蝴蝶结——一个黑色的结子，这是表示哀悼的。可是并没有要她照顾的人，她没有父亲也没有母亲，没有亲戚也没有恋人。她是一个贫苦的女孩子。她曾经订过婚，是和一个贫苦的男佣;他们真诚地相爱着。有一天他来找她。“我们两人什么东西都没有!”他说道。“那边那个住在地下室的有钱的寡妇对我说了许多热情的话，她将让我富裕起来。但是只有你在我的心中。你说我该怎么办?”

“你所相信的，便是你的幸福!”姑娘说道。“和善地、亲切地对待她。可是请记住，从我们分手的那一刻起，我们就不能常见面了。

——两年过去了。一天她在街上遇见了昔日的朋友和恋人，他看上去一副可怜的病态。于是她不得不管，必须问一句：“你到底怎么了?”

“怎么说都算得上很富裕很好!”他说道。“那妇人很能干很善良，但你在我的心中。我斗争得很厉害，一切很快便会结束!我们去上帝那儿之前，再也见不到了。”

过了一个星期。晨报上说他去世了。所以姑娘便戴上了表示哀悼的结子。她从报纸上读到，他死后留下了那位妻子和前夫的三个孩子。钟声浑浊不清，可是铸钟的铜是很纯净的。

她的黑蝴蝶结表示哀悼。姑娘的脸显得更加哀伤。“它隐存在心中，永不被忘却!”

是啊，瞧，这里有三个故事，一根秆上的三片花瓣。你还希望有更多的花瓣吗?心的书里有许多;它们被隐藏起来，并不是被遗忘。

英语童话小故事篇3

There were three of them. There were four of us, and April lay on the campsite and on the river, a mixture of dawn at a damp extreme and the sun in the leaves at cajole. This was Deer Lodge1on the Pine River in Ossipee, New Hampshire, though the lodge was naught2 but a foundation remnant in the earth. Brother Bentley's father, Oren, had found this place sometime after the First World War, a foreign affair that had seriously done him no good but he found solitude3abounding4 here. Now we were here, post World War II, post Korean War, Vietnam War on thebrink5. So much learned, so much yet to learn.

Peace then was everywhere about us, in the riot of young leaves, in the spree of bird confusion and chatter6, in the struggle of pre-dawn animals for the start of a new day, a CooperHawk7 that had smashed down through trees for a squealing8 rabbit, yap of a fox at a youngster, a skunk9 at rooting.

We had pitched camp in the near darkness, Ed LeBlanc, Brother Bentley, Walter Ruszkowski, myself. A dozen or more years we had been here, and seen no one. Now, into our campsite deep in the forest, so deep that at times we had to rebuild sections of narrow road (more a logger's path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought we'd again have no traffic, came a growling10 engine, an old solid body van, a Chevy, the kind I had driven for Frankie Pike and the Lobster11 Pound in Lynn delivering lobsters12 throughout the Merrimack Valley. It had pre-WW II high fenders, a faded black paint on a body you'd swear had been hammered out of corrugated13 steel, and an engine that made sounds too angry and too early for the start of day. Two elderly men, we supposed in their seventies, sat the front seat; felt hats at the slouch and decorated with an assortment14 of tied flies like a miniature bandoleer ofammunition15 on the band. They could have been conscripts for Emilano Zappata, so loaded their hats and their vests as they climbed out of the truck.

"Mornin', been yet?" one of them said as he pulled his boots up from the folds at his knees, the tops of them as wide as a big mouth bass16 coming up from the bottom for a frog sitting on a lily pad. His hands were large, the fingers long and I could picture them in a shop barn working aprimal17 plane across the face of a maple18 board. Custom-made, old elegance19, those hands said.

"Barely had coffee," Ed LeBlanc said, the most vocal1 of the four of us, quickest at friendship, at shaking hands. "We've got a whole pot almost. Have what you want." The pot was pointed2out sitting on a hunk of grill3 across the stones of our fire, flames licking lightly at its sides. The pot appeared as if it had been at war, a number of dents4 scarred it, the handle had evidently been replaced, and if not adjusted against a small rock it would have fallen over for sure. Once, a half-hour on the road heading north, noting it missing, we'd gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though we'd often unearth5 our beer from a natural cooler in early evening. Coffee, camp coffee, has a ritual. It is thick, it is dark, it is potboiled over a squaw-pine fire, it is strong, it is enough to wake the demon6 in you, stoke last evening's cheese and pepperoni. First man up makes the fire, second man the coffee; but into that pot has to go fresh eggshells to hold the grounds down, give coffee a taste of history, a sense of place. That means at least one egg be cracked open for its shells, usually in the shadows and glimmers7 of false dawn. I suspect that's where "scrambled8 eggs" originated, from some camp like ours, settlers rushing west, lumberjacks hungry, hoboes lobbying for breakfast. So, camp coffee has made its way into poems, gatherings9, memories, a time and thing not letting go, not being manhandled, not being cast aside.

"You're early enough for eggs and bacon if you need a start." Eddie added, his invitation tossedkindly10 into the morning air, his smile a match for morning sun, a man of welcomes. "We have hot cakes, kulbassa, home fries, if you want." We have the food of kings if you really want to know. There were nights we sat at his kitchen table at 101 Main Street, Saugus, Massachusetts planning the trip, planning each meal, planning the campsite. Some menus were founded on a case of beer, a late night, a curse or two on the ride to work when day started.

"Been there a'ready," the other man said, his weaponry also noted11 by us, a little more orderly in its presentation, including an old Boy Scout12 sash across his chest, the galaxy13of flies in supreme14 positioning. They were old Yankees, in the face and frame the pair of them undoubtedly15 brothers, staunch, written into early routines, probably had been up at three o'clock to get here at this hour. They were taller than we were, no fat on their frames, wide-shouldered, big-handed, barely coming out of their reserve, but fishermen. That fact alone would win any of us over. Obviously, they'd been around, a heft of time already accrued16.

Then the pounding came, from inside the truck, as if a tire iron was beating at the sides of the vehicle. It was not a timid banging, not a minor1 signal. Bang! Bang! it came, and Bang! again. And the voice of authority from some place in space, some regal spot in the universe. "I'm not sitting here the livelong day whilst you boys gab2 away." A toothless meshing3 came in his words, like Walter Brennan at work in the jail in Rio Bravo or some such movie.

"Comin', pa," one of them said, the most orderly one, the one with the old scout4 sash riding him like a bandoleer.

They pulled open the back doors of the van, swung them wide, to show His Venerable Self, ageless, white-bearded, felt hat too loaded with an arsenal5 of flies, sitting on a white wicker rocker with a rope holding him to a piece of vertical6 angle iron, the crude kind that could have been on early subways or trolley7 cars. Across his lap he held three delicate fly rods, old as him, thin, bamboo in color, probably too slight for a lake's three-pounder. But on the Pine River, upstream or downstream, under alders8 choking some parts of the river's flow, at a significant pool where side streams merge9 and phantom10 trout11 hang out their eternal promise, most elegant, fingertip elegant.

"Oh, boy," Eddie said at an aside, "there's the boss man, and look at those tools."Admiration12 leaked from his voice.

Rods were taken from the caring hands, the rope untied13, and His Venerable Self, white wicker rocker and all, was lifted from the truck and set by our campfire. I was willing to bet that my sister Pat, the dealer14 in antiques, would scoop15 up that rocker if given the slightest chance. The old one looked about the campsite, noted17 clothes drying from a previous day's rain, order of equipment and supplies aligned18 the way we always kept them, the canvas of our tent taut19 and true in its expanse, our fishing rods off the ground and placed atop the flyleaf so as not to tempt20 raccoons with smelly cork21 handles, no garbage in sight. He nodded.

We had passed muster22.

"You the ones leave it cleaner than you find it ever' year. We knowed sunthin' 'bout16 you. Never disturbed you afore. But we share the good spots." He looked closely at Brother Bentley, nodded a kind of recognition. "Your daddy ever fish here, son?"

Brother must have passed through the years in a hurry, remembering his father bringing him here as a boy. "A ways back," Brother said in his clipped North Saugus fashion, outlander, specific, no waste in his words. Old Oren Bentley, it had been told us, had walked five miles through the unknown woods off Route 16 as a boy and had come across the campsite, the remnants of an old lodge1, and a great curve in the Pine River so that a mile's walk in either direction gave you three miles of stream to fish, upstream or downstream. Paradise up north.

His Venerable Self nodded again, a man of signals, then said, "Knowed him way back some. Met him at the Iron Bridge. We passed a few times." Instantly we could see the story. A whole history of encounter was in his words; it marched right through us the way knowledge does, as well as legend. He pointed2 at the coffeepot. "The boys'll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. I'll sit a while and take some of thet." He said thet too pronounced, too dramatic, and it was a short time before I knew why.

The white wicker rocker went into a slow and deliberate motion, his head nodded again. Hespoke3 to his sons. "You boys be back no more'n two-three hours so these fellers can do their things too, and keep the place tidied up."

The most orderly son said, "Sure, pa. Two-three hours." The two elderly sons left the campsite and walked down the path to the banks of the Pine River, their boots swishing at thigh4 line, the most elegant rods pointing the way through scattered5 limbs, experience on the move.Trout6 beware, we thought.

"We been carpenters f'ever," he said, the clip still in his words. "Those boys a mine been some good at it too." His head cocked, he seemed to listen for their departure, the leaves and branches quiet, the murmur7 of the stream a tinkling8 idyllic9 music rising up the banking10. Old Venerable Himself moved the wicker rocker forward and back, a small timing11 taking place. He was hearing things we had not heard yet, the whole symphony all around us. Eddie looked at me and nodded his own nod. It said, "I'm paying attention and I know you are. This is our one encounter with a man who has fished for years the river we love, that we come to twice a year, in May with the mayflies, in June with the black flies." The gift and the scourge12, we'd often remember, having been both scarred and sewn by it.

Brother was still at memory, we could tell. Silence we thought was heavy about us, but there was so much going on. A bird talked to us from a high limb1. A fox called to her young. We were on the Pine River once again, nearly a hundred miles from home, in Paradise2.

"Name's Roger Treadwell. Boys are Nathan and Truett." The introductions had been accounted for.

Old Venerable Roger Treadwell, carpenter, fly fisherman, rocker, leaned forward and said, "You boys wouldn't have a couple spare beers, would ya?"

Now that's the way to start the day on the Pine River.

英语童话小故事篇4

In the past, the little white rabbit's body and eyes were brown, and all the people looked down upon them, but they were very united, and there was no one in the family who did not know each other. But they were so afraid of humans that they lived in seclusion in the mountains.
One day, people discovered them and led a group of people to surround them and catch them. It turns out that a few days ago, the village came a monster, monster command people, every year to offer tribute, otherwise, will kill the people in the village, this year, they unexpectedly found a rabbit, decided to let them do a tribute, so they go back.
At last it was time to give the monster a tribute, two strong boys, carrying these heavy rabbits, and quickly sent them to the monster. On the way, a little rabbit came to the world and asked her mother, "mom, where are we going?" The mother did not answer, and soon they came to the monster's palace. The two young men put the offerings on the door, and they ran away.
Monster came out at this moment, he looks terrible, with the sting of the scorpion in his head, and it has three face, a face has an eye, have three eyes and a face another face has 10 eyes! He had five hands, covered with blood, and shuddered.
Only the newborn rabbit was not sensible, and was still happily playing around, when the monster mumbled in a terrible voice: "hungry, which one to eat first? Eat the small one first." So he reached out his hand and just wanted to catch the rabbit, and his mother suddenly stopped in front of him and said, "you can't touch my child!" The monster say: "I don't eat it what do I eat?" With that, he waved his mother to the wall, and she cried out, "eat me before you eat! Don't move my child! At this time, a robust rabbit said: "no, or eat me first! You have a good health. The monster has a kind to eat me first!" "Yes, eat me first!" Other rabbits rush to say. The monster roar way: "I nobody eat, I eat small!"
Monster go catch a rabbit, the rabbit was afraid, loudly call mother, rabbits and other rabbits mother rushed forward, hit a monster, the monster was knocked down, and immediately stood up, snapped roared: "I'll eat you all!" "Stop!" A stern voice came out, ah! God came, he said solemnly, "you this monster, in the world for evil, see how I punish you!" With a monster down the god waved, the rabbit body turned white, his eyes became red, god delighted to say again: "the white for you have a holy heart, and red represent your solidarity."
Then god disappeared, just as it had come.

英语童话小故事篇5

Long ago in a small,faraway village,there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small,happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived,he hounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise,he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his.

He smiled a great smile,and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and firendly. As he left the House,he thought to himself,This is a wonderful place. I will e back and visit it often.

In this same village,another little dog,who was not quite as happy as the first one,decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him,he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left,he thought to himself,That is a horrible place,and I will never go back there again.

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in Oh,Mr. Fox,shouted the cat. You and your hundred tricks are left in the lurch. If you been able to climb like I can,you would not have lost your life.

英语童话小故事篇6

One morning, grandpa told the rabbit rabbit defeat the true story of a rabbit family, said that when the running champion flag fall on the turtle family, the small rabbit never could resist anger in my heart, suddenly stood up and said, I want to get him back! He rushed out to the turtle house and said, "I want to run with you." "Better than that! "It's a deal! "It's just an island! It's only better than rowing." "I am a sportsman, more than anything else." The little rabbit pat on the chest, indeed the rabbit sports score is the first in the island. They each made a boat out to sea. "I'm a turtle, but I don't need a boat." The turtle kept muttering to himself. "Wait a minute, ref." "Cried the rabbit. Then grandpa rabbit came. Needless to say, he was the only judge. "Ready... The two ships started almost at the same time, and their boat sailed into the sea, when the waves surged, "not good." It was just trying to turn the bow back. But it was late, their ship was struck by the waves mercilessly...
"Are you all right? "Good." When they woke up, they found themselves on a deserted island. There was no one on the island, but the fruit trees were much better. They found a treasure map below. "this is a treasure island. The treasure is hidden on the mountain. Let's go up the hill!" "Set off!
They climbed up the hill and found a voice on the mountain. There were two people in front of them. "it's a bear gang, the world knows it." One of the two was as strong as an ox, and a crafty man. "It must have been for the treasure." "We will find them before them." At that time, the little turtle was lazy, and he stayed there. Suddenly, a door opened slowly behind the turtle, and the little turtle crept into it with curiosity. The inside was so dark that the rabbit chased it in. The door was closed and the hole lit up, and there was a treasure chest in front of them. The little turtle ran forward, and there was a blanket and a golden pot in the box. "what is it for?" The two men threw themselves on the blankets and sat up and said, "this blanket will fly." The blanket started slowly. "I am a blanket, and I can change any vehicle." "Screamed the rabbit." it's a treasure!"
The bear gang is on a helicopter, chasing the turtles, "the wanghu carpet fighter." The kaleidoscope turned into a fighter jet. A missile flew to the helicopter. The helicopter shot down. What's the use of this pot?" "I am the lamp, can realize your three wishes." "We want some food." There was a lot of food in front of them. "We're going home." Soon they were back home. "We have no bad people in the world." After a while, all the bad guys disappeared. Since then the world has become more peaceful, and they have not only become good friends, but also the warriors of the world, and a magic carpet to send them to school.

英语童话小故事篇7

小花猫找工作

小花猫一直想找个好工作。它一会儿想学小鸟当一个歌唱家，一会儿想学鸭子当个洗碗工，一会儿又想学小鸡当个歌唱家。整天想入非非。

它想先试试当歌唱家。小花猫找来一首歌反复地练。在院子里不停地喊，喊得嗓子都要哑了，觉得自己练得差不多了。就去参加动物乐团的比赛。小花猫在台上很卖力，一个劲地叫着：“喵呜!喵呜!喵呜!”就那么一个调子。孔雀团长听后摇摇头，在小花猫的名字下打了个叉。小花猫落选了。而夜莺、黄鹂的叫声清脆悦耳、婉转悠扬，获得了全体动物的掌声，一下子就被选中了。

小花猫又去应聘洗碗工。小花猫想：干这个也不错，弄好了还能捡到客人剩下的美味吃。小花猫用两只爪子卖力地抓住盘子转着圈地擦洗。老板过来检查洗过的盘子，却很不高兴地说：“你走吧，你不适合这项工作，你看，盘子都被你的爪子划出痕迹了。”小花猫耷拉着脑袋又失败了。

做画家吧!小花猫想，人们都说我的爪印象梅花，那我就做个专门画梅花的画家吧。小花猫在雪地上画，真的很好看，象梅花。小花猫很勤奋。没有雪的时候沾着雨水、泥水在床上画、在褥单上画。结果惹怒了主人，被打了一顿。小花猫痛苦极了，不知道自己该干什么。

主人把小花猫送给了一个装粮食的仓库。粮库的主人想让小花猫当粮库的管理员。小花猫到粮库一看，老鼠横行。鼠王领着一群小老鼠上穿下跳、根本不怕人也不怕猫，粮食被咬碎了一地。小花猫正郁闷呢，这下子可有了发泄的.地方了。冲上去，抓住老鼠王，一下子就咬断了它的脖子，其他的鼠子鼠孙吓得狼狈逃窜。过了不久，小花猫就消灭了粮仓里的全部老鼠。再也没有粮食被糟蹋了。主人很高兴，每天给小花猫发双份的工资---两条鱼。还同它签定了五年的“用猫合同”呢。

看来，要做适合自己的事情才能成功啊!

The little cat looking for work

The cat always want to find a good job. It wants to learn the bird for a while when a singer, while trying to learn the duck as a dishwasher, while trying to learn the chicken as a singer. All the dreams.

It wants to try to be a singer. The cat found a song repeatedly practice. Kept shouting in the yard, shouting hoarse voice, and feel that they have practiced almost. Go to the animal orchestra. The cat is very hard on the stage, a lot of shouting: "meow! Meow! Meow!" Just a tune. The peacock head listen to shake, in the little cat under the name of a fork. The cat lost. But the Nightingale, oriole sound crisp and sweet and melodious, won the applause of all the animal, it would be selected.

The cat went for a dishwasher. The cat wants to do: This is also good, you can also pick up the rest of the guests to eat delicious. The cat with two claws to turn the enclosure plate hard scrubbing. The boss came over to check on the washed dishes and said, "you're not in the right job. You're not going to do it. You see, the plates are marked by your claws." The cat head failed again.

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Be a painter! The little cat like, people say I claw impression of plum blossom, that I do a special painter painting plum. The cat in the snow, really very good-looking, like plum. The cat is very diligent. When there is no snow with rain and mud on the bed sheet in the painting, painting. The annoyance of the owner, was beaten. The cat was very painful, do not know what to do.

Master the cat gave a food warehouse. Grain depot master wanted the cat when the administrator of the grain depot. The little cat to a grain depot, infested with rats. He led a group of mice on the wear jump, not afraid of people are not afraid of cat food, broke a. The cat is depressed, it was a place. Rushed to catch the mouse king, suddenly broke its neck, the other rats in the sun: Kuo frighten fled in panic. Soon, the cat will destroy all the mice in the barn. No more food was wasted. The owner is very happy, every day to pay double the cat - two fish. It also signed a five year contract with the cat it.

It seems, to do their own things to be successful ah!

英语童话小故事篇8

One day a rabbit was walking near the hill. He heard someone crying,‘Help! Help!’It was a wolf. A big stone was on the wolfs back. He cried, "Mr. Rabbit, take this big stone from my back, or I will die."

The Rabbit moved the stone from the wolfs back. Then the wolf jumped and caught the rabbit.

“If you kill me, I will never help you again.” Cried the rabbit . “Ha,ha!You will not live, because I will kill you." said the wolf.

‘I helped you. How can you kill me? It’s unfair. You ask Mrs. Duck. She will say that you are wrong." said the rabbit. “I will ask her,” said the wolf.

So they went to ask Mrs. Duck. The duck listened to their story and said,” What stone? I must see it. Then I can know who is right. “So the wolf and the rabbit and the duck went to see the stone.

"Now, put the stone back," said Mrs. Duck. So they put the stone back. Now the big stone is on the wolf’s back again.

That’s all for my story. Thanks for listening.

兔子和狼

一天，兔子先生正在山坡附近遛哒，他听到有人在呼救：“救命呀!救命呀!”他这边瞧瞧，那边望望，他发现了可怜的狼先生，一块大石头掉下来压在狼先生的背上，他起不来了。他喊道：“兔先生，把这块大石头从我背上搬开，要不然我会死的。”兔子好不容易把大石头从狼背上搬开，这时，狼跳起来，把兔子叼在嘴里。“如果你吃了我，”兔子叫喊着，“只要我还活着，我再也不帮你的忙了。” “你不会活了，”狼说，“因为我要吃了你了。” “好人是不会杀救过他命的.恩人的，”兔子说，“这很不公平，你去问鸭子夫人，她很胖，她样样事情都通晓，她一定会说没有一个好人会干出这种事情来。” “我去问她”，于是，狼和兔子到了鸭子家。狼说：“当兔子先生在山坡附近坐下时，我抓住了他，因此，我要吃掉他。现在你来谈谈你是怎样想的吧。” “我从他的背上搬开好大的一块石头，”兔子说，“因此，我说他不应该吃掉我，因为我救了他。现在你说说你的看法吧。” “什么石头?”鸭子夫人问。“山附近一块石头，”兔子说。“我必须去看看，”鸭子说，“如果我连那块石头也没有看见，那我怎么说得出我的看法?”于是，狼、兔子和鸭子一起去看那块石头。现在你知道结果是什么了。

英语童话小故事篇9

国君的宠妃

in ancient times, to defend the country where a woman, looked beautiful, she is the defending monarch fconcubine avorite. according to the law to defend the country, no matter who, if not allowed by the monarchs carriage, it is necessary to impose the penalty off his legs. on one occasion, the princesss mother who is seriously ill and was in the middle of the night came to tell her. she monarch on the carriage ride, the mother came to visit. subsequently, the monarch did not punish her, but also a few praise her. “she is, however there are filial ah!” he said, “to her mother, and even run the risk of cut feet.”

古时候，卫国地方有一位女子，长得很漂亮，她是卫国国君最宠爱的妃子。根据卫国的法律，无论是谁，如果没有得到允许而乘坐国君的马车，就要处以斩去双脚的刑罚。有一次，这位王妃的'母亲患了重病，有人在半夜里赶来把消息告诉了她。于是她就乘坐国君的马车，赶去看望母亲。事后，国君不仅没有惩罚她，而且还夸奖了她几句。“她是多么有孝心啊！”他说，“她为了母亲，甚至冒了砍掉双脚的危险。”

后来又有一天，她正和国君在花园里嬉戏。他拿了一只桃子吃，吃到一半觉得这只桃子特别甜，于是就把它让给了国君吃。国君说：“她是多么爱我啊，愿意把最好的东西让给我。”

但是，这位王妃的美貌渐渐消逝，国君就开始冷淡她了。

后来有一次，她无意中冒犯了国君，国君就说：“是不是有一次你未经允许，就乘坐了我的马车？是不是你把吃剩的桃子给我吃？”

英语童话小故事篇10

The deer feared the leopard1 cat, the leopard cat feared the tiger, and the tiger the brown bear.

The brown bear resembled the fox but was bigger in size. It had long fur on its head, and could stand up like man. It had great strength and would devour2 man.

In the south of the State of Chu, there was a hunter good at ventriloquy. With a bamboo pipe he could imitate the cries of various kinds of wild animals.

Once, carrying his bow, arrows and firearms, he quietly went hunting in the mountain.

Up on the mountain, he first imitated the cries of the deer to lure3 the horde4 of deer to come over, so that he could shoot at them with the firearms. The leopard cat heard the cries of the deer and came running to devour the deer. The hunter was afraid of the leopard cat, so he hurriedly imitated the roar of the tiger to scare away the leopard cat. Hardly had the leopard cat been scared away when the tiger heard the roar and came. At this moment, the hunter was even more frightened, so he imitated the cries of the brown bear. As a result, the tiger was scared away like the leopard cat.

Then, when the brown bear heard the cries, it came to look for its companions. Seeing that it was a man, the brown bear at once struck him with its front paws, and tore him up with its teeth. In a short while, the hunter was torn to pieces and devoured5 by the brown bear.

鹿害怕驱，驱害怕老虎，老虎害怕黑。

黑像狐狸，但是体形比较大。它头上披着长毛，能够像人一样站立起来，力气很大，要要吃人。

楚国南方有一个猎人口技很好。他会用竹管来模仿各种野兽的叫声。

有一次，他拿着弓箭和火器悄悄上山打猎。

上山以后，他先学鹿的叫声，想引诱鹿群过来，再用火器射猎。驱一听是鹿叫，就快步跑来想吃鹿。猎人害怕，急忙又学虎啸来吓走它。驱刚刚被虎啸吓跑，可是老虎却闻声赶到了。这时候，猎人更加害怕，于是就学黑叫。结果，老虎也像驱一样逃跑了。

后来，黑听见叫声，就来寻找同伴。刚走到前面，它一看是一个人，就立刻用前爪打他，用牙齿撕他，不一会儿，把猎人撕成碎块吃掉了。

英语童话小故事篇11

Look for a friend

Sam is a little fish. He lives in the sea. He is very lonely1. He wants to have a friend. The friend looks like him. Sam sees an ink fish. The ink fish has eight legs. He doesnt look like Sam. So Sam goes away.

Sam meets a shark. He wants to say hello to the shark. The shark opens his big mouth. Sam runs away quickly.

Sam is tired and hungry. He wants to have a rest. Then he sees a round fish. She says to him. Hello! Would2 you like to be my friend?

Sam answers: Of course3! But you are round. I am flat. The round fish days: But we are both fishes.

Sam thinks and says, You are right. Lets be friends. They become good friends.