英文童話故事25個(gè)

　　在日常學(xué)習(xí)、工作或生活中，大家都接觸過很多優(yōu)秀的童話吧，童話對(duì)兒童來說具有重要的發(fā)展價(jià)值，對(duì)教師和父母來說具有重要的教育學(xué)意義。你還在找尋優(yōu)秀經(jīng)典的童話故事嗎？以下是小編幫大家整理的英文童話故事，僅供參考，歡迎大家閱讀。

　　英文童話故事 1

　　There are many mice in the house. The man of the house has a cat. The cat kills(殺死)many of them .

　　Then the oldest mouse says, "All mice come to my room tonight. Let us put our heads together and think what to do. We can do about(除掉)the cat. All the mice come. Many mice speak , but no one knows what to do. At last a young mouse stands up and says, "We must put a bell(鈴)on the cat. When the cat comes near, we can hear the bell and run away and hide. (躲藏) So the cat will not catch any of us. “But,” the old mouse asks, " who will put the bell on the cat?" No mouse answers .The old mouse waits, but no one answers. At last the old mouse says, "It is easy to say things; but it is hard to do them."

　　英文童話故事 2

　　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噠，他聽到有人在呼救：“救命呀!救命呀!”他這邊瞧瞧，那邊望望，他發(fā)現(xiàn)了可憐的狼先生，一塊大石頭掉下來壓在狼先生的背上，他起不來了。他喊道：“兔先生，把這塊大石頭從我背上搬開，要不然我會(huì)死的`。”兔子好不容易把大石頭從狼背上搬開，這時(shí)，狼跳起來，把兔子叼在嘴里。“如果你吃了我，”兔子叫喊著，“只要我還活著，我再也不幫你的忙了。” “你不會(huì)活了，”狼說，“因?yàn)槲乙�吃了你了。�?“好人是不會(huì)殺救過他命的恩人的，”兔子說，“這很不公平，你去問鴨子夫人，她很胖，她樣樣事情都通曉，她一定會(huì)說沒有一個(gè)好人會(huì)干出這種事情來。” “我去問她”，于是，狼和兔子到了鴨子家。狼說：“當(dāng)兔子先生在山坡附近坐下時(shí)，我抓住了他，因此，我要吃掉他。現(xiàn)在你來談?wù)勀闶窃鯓酉氲陌伞！?“我從他的背上搬開好大的一塊石頭，”兔子說，“因此，我說他不應(yīng)該吃掉我，因?yàn)槲揖攘怂�。現(xiàn)在你說說你的看法吧。” “什么石頭?”鴨子夫人問。“山附近一塊石頭，”兔子說。“我必須去看看，”鴨子說，“如果我連那塊石頭也沒有看見，那我怎么說得出我的看法?”于是，狼、兔子和鴨子一起去看那塊石頭。現(xiàn)在你知道結(jié)果是什么了。

　　英文童話故事 3

　　In the forest，there is a bear and his mother.

　　One day，mother bear said to the bear，"son，you have grown up. You should go to the city to see what the house looks like in the city."

　　On the second day，the bear got up early and set off after breakfast.

　　When bear walked along the road，he raised his head high. "Oh！No，no！" The bear could not help crying. Originally，cubs found that the houses in the city were too many，colorful，and shapes were various.

　　"Why，where is the white cross on the roof？" Walking along，the bear came to the door of a black house. The sika deer hung a camera on its chest and warmly invited the bear to take a picture. Little bear was afraid to run and run，and muttered in his mouth："the dark house is so scared."

　　The little bear is tired and wants to rest. He saw a green house in front of him. He thought，"this is probably the park. Ill go in and sit down for a while." As soon as the bear came into the door，he saw that the elephant in green clothes was busy receiving customers. He would knock on the postmark，hit the computer for a while，and write later.

　　The bear grasped the hair strangely. "Where have I been？"

　　Little boy，can you tell the bear where it has been in the city and where it has been？

　　英文童話故事 4

　　It happened that the cat met Mr. Fox in the woods. She thought, "He is intelligent and well experienced, and is highly regarded in the world," so she spoke to him in a friendly manner, "Good-day, my dear Mr. Fox. How is it going? How are you? How are you getting by in these hard times?"

　　The fox, filled with arrogance, examined the cat from head to feet, and for a long time did not know whether he should give an answer. At last he said, "Oh, you poor beard-licker, you speckled fool, you hungry mouse hunter, what are you thinking? Have you the nerve to ask how I am doing? What do you know? How many tricks do you understand?"

　　"I understand but one," answered the cat, modestly.

　　"What kind of a trick is it?" asked the fox.

　　"When the dogs are chasing me, I can jump into a tree and save myself."

　　"Is that all?" said the fox. "I am master of a hundred tricks, and in addition to that I have a sackful of cunning. I feel sorry for you. Come with me, and I will teach you how one escapes from the dogs."

　　Just then a hunter came by with four dogs. The cat jumped nimbly up a tree, and sat down at its top, where the branches and foliage completely hid her.

　　"Untie your sack, Mr. Fox, untie your sack," the cat shouted to him, but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast.

　　"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."

　　一只貓?jiān)谏�林里遇到一只狐貍，心想：“他又聰明，�?jīng)驗(yàn)又豐富，挺受人尊重的。”於是它很友好地和狐貍打招呼：“日安，尊敬的狐貍先生，您好嗎?這些日子挺艱難的，您過得怎么樣?”

　　狐貍傲慢地將貓從頭到腳地打量了一番，半天拿不定主意是不是該和它說話。最后它說：“哦，你這個(gè)倒霉的.長著鬍子、滿身花紋的傻瓜、饑腸轆轆地追趕老鼠的傢伙，你會(huì)啥?有甚么資格問我過得怎么樣?你都學(xué)了點(diǎn)甚么本事?”

　　“我只有一種本領(lǐng)。”貓謙虛地說。

　　“甚么本領(lǐng)?”狐貍問。

　　“有人追我的時(shí)候，我會(huì)爬到樹上去藏起來保護(hù)自己。”

　　“就這本事?”狐貍不屑地說，“我掌握了上百種本領(lǐng)，而且還有滿口袋計(jì)謀。我真覺得你可憐，跟著我吧，我教你怎么從追捕中逃生。”

　　就在這時(shí)，獵人帶著四條狗走近了。貓敏捷地竄到一棵樹上，在樹頂上蹲伏下來，茂密的樹葉把它遮擋得嚴(yán)嚴(yán)實(shí)實(shí)。

　　“快打開你的計(jì)謀口袋，狐貍先生，快打開呀!”貓沖著狐貍喊道。可是獵狗已經(jīng)將狐貍撲倒咬住了。“哎呀，狐貍先生，”貓喊道，“你的千百種本領(lǐng)就這么給扔掉了!假如你能像我一樣爬樹就不至於丟了性命了!”

　　英文童話故事 5

　　Once upon a time a psychology professor walked around on a stage while teaching stress management principles to an auditorium filled with students.

　　As she raised a glass of water, with a smile on her face, the professor asked, “How heavy is this glass of water I’m holding?”

　　Students shouted out answers ranging from eight ounces to a couple pounds.

　　She replied, “From my perspective, the absolute weight of this glass doesn’t matter. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it feels to me.”

　　As the class shook their heads in agreement, she continued, “Your stresses and worries in life are very much like this glass of water.”

　　It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses and worries. No matter what happens during the day, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down.

　　英文童話故事 6

　　A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard among the hens when suddenly he espied something shinning amid the straw.

　　"Ho! ho!" quoth he, "thats for me," and soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard?

　　"You may be a treasure," quoth Master Cock, "to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls."

　　Precious things are for those that can prize them.

　　英文童話故事 7

　　Once there was a boy who lived on a farm. Every day he had to take his father’s sheep to a hill. One day he tried to play a trick on the other people. He said to himself. I will call “wolf. wolf.” then everyone come to help me. It will be fun when they find out there is no wolf after all. So he cried: “wolf .wolf.” and everyone ran to help him. When they came he just said: “there is no wolf. It was only a joke.” He did this three times.

　　Then one day a wolf really came. “Help! Help! The wolf is here.” called the boy. But everyone said: “No you know that there is no wolf. He is just calling us for fun. There is no danger.” So they did not go to help the boy. The wolf killed all the sheep then.

　　英文童話故事 8

　　In a part of the world whose name I forget lived once upon a time two kings, called Peridor and Diamantino. They were cousins as well as neighbours, and both were under the protection of the fairies; though it is only fair to say that the fairies did not love them half so well as their wives did.

　　Now it often happens that as princes can generally manage to get their own way it is harder for them to be good than it is for common people. So it was with Peridor and Diamantino; but of the two, the fairies declared that Diamantino was much the worst; indeed, he behaved so badly to his wife Aglantino, that the fairies would not allow him to live any longer; and he died, leaving behind him a little daughter. As she was an only child, of course this little girl was the heiress of the kingdom, but, being still only a baby, her mother, the widow of Diamantino, was proclaimed regent. The Queen-dowager was wise and good, and tried her best to make her people happy. The only thing she had to vex her was the absence of her daughter; for the fairies, for reasons of their own, determined to bring up the little Princess Serpentine among themselves.

　　As to the other King, he was really fond of his wife, Queen Constance, but he often grieved her by his thoughtless ways, and in order to punish him for his carelessness, the fairies caused her to die quite suddenly. When she was gone the King felt how much he had loved her, and his grief was so great (though he never neglected his duties) that his subjects called him Peridor the Sorrowful. It seems hardly possible that any man should live like Peridor for fifteen years plunged in such depth of grief, and most likely he would have died too if it had not been for the fairies.

　　The one comfort the poor King had was his son, Prince Saphir, who was only three years old at the time of his mothers death, and great care was given to his education. By the time he was fifteen Saphir had learnt everything that a prince should know, and he was, besides, charming and agreeable.

　　It was about this time that the fairies suddenly took fright lest his love for his father should interfere with the plans they had made for the young prince. So, to prevent this, they placed in a pretty little room of which Saphir was very fond a little mirror in a black frame, such as were often brought from Venice. The Prince did not notice for some days that there was anything new in the room, but at last he perceived it, and went up to look at it more closely. What was his surprise to see reflected in the mirror, not his own face, but that of a young girl as lovely as the morning! And, better still, every movement of the girl, just growing out of childhood, was also reflected in the wonderful glass.

　　As might have been expected, the young Prince lost his heart completely to the beautiful image, and it was impossible to get him out of the room, so busy was he in watching the lovely unknown. Certainly it was very delightful to be able to see her whom he loved at any moment he chose, but his spirits sometimes sank when he wondered what was to be the end of this adventure.

　　The magic mirror had been for about a year in the Princes possession, when one day a new subject of disquiet seized upon him. As usual, he was engaged in looking at the girl, when suddenly he thought he saw a second mirror reflected in the first, exactly like his own, and with the same power. And in this he was perfectly right. The young girl had only possessed it for a short time, and neglected all her duties for the sake of the mirror. Now it was not difficult for Saphir to guess the reason of the change in her, nor why the new mirror was consulted so often; but try as he would he could never see the face of the person who was reflected in it, for the young girls figure always came between. All he knew was that the face was that of a man, and this was quite enough to make him madly jealous. This was the doing of the fairies, and we must suppose that they had their reasons for acting as they did.

　　When these things happened Saphir was about eighteen years old, and fifteen years had passed away since the death of his mother. King Peridor had grown more and more unhappy as time went on, and at last he fell so ill that it seemed as if his days were numbered. He was so much beloved by his subjects that this sad news was heard with despair by the nation, and more than all by the Prince.

　　During his whole illness the King never spoke of anything but the Queen, his sorrow at having grieved her, and his hope of one day seeing her again. All the doctors and all the water-cures in the kingdom had been tried, and nothing would do him any good. At last he persuaded them to let him lie quietly in his room, where no one came to trouble him.

　　Perhaps the worst pain he had to bear was a sort of weight on his chest, which made it very hard for him to breathe. So he commanded his servants to leave the windows open in order that he might get more air. One day, when he had been left alone for a few minutes, a bird with brilliant plumage came and fluttered round the window, and finally rested on the sill. His feathers were sky-blue and gold, his feet and his beak of such glittering rubies that no one could bear to look at them, his eyes made the brightest diamonds look dull, and on his head he wore a crown. I cannot tell you what the crown was made of, but I am quite certain that it was still more splendid than all the rest. As to his voice I can say nothing about that, for the bird never sang at all. In fact, he did nothing but gaze steadily at the King, and as he gazed, the King felt his strength come back to him. In a little while the bird flew into the room, still with his eyes fixed on the King, and at every glance the strength of the sick man became greater, till he was once more as well as he used to be before the Queen died. Filled with joy at his cure, he tried to seize the bird to whom he owed it all, but, swifter than a swallow, it managed to avoid him. In vain he described the bird to his attendants, who rushed at his first call; in vain they sought the wonderful creature both on horse and foot, and summoned the fowlers to their aid: the bird could nowhere be found. The love the people bore King Peridor was so strong, and the reward he promised was so large, that in the twinkling of an eye every man, woman, and child had fled into the fields, and the towns were quite empty.

　　All this bustle, however, ended in nothing but confusion, and, what was worse, the King soon fell back into the same condition as he was in before. Prince Saphir, who loved his father very dearly, was so unhappy at this that he persuaded himself that he might succeed where the others had failed, and at once prepared himself for a more distant search. In spite of the opposition he met with, he rode away, followed by his household, trusting to chance to help him. He had formed no plan, and there was no reason that he should choose one path more than another. His only idea was to make straight for those spots which were the favourite haunts of birds. But in vain he examined all the hedges and all the thickets; in vain he questioned everyone he met along the road. The more he sought the less he found.

　　At last he came to one of the largest forests in all the world, composed entirely of cedars. But in spite of the deep shadows cast by the wide-spreading branches of the trees, the grass underneath was soft and green, and covered with the rarest flowers. It seemed to Saphir that this was exactly the place where the birds would choose to live, and he determined not to quit the wood until he had examined it from end to end. And he did more. He ordered some nets to be prepared and painted of the same colours as the birds plumage, thinking that we are all easily caught by what is like ourselves. In this he had to help him not only the fowlers by profession, but also his attendants, who excelled in this art. For a man is not a courtier unless he can do everything.

　　After searching as usual for nearly a whole day Prince Saphir began to feel overcome with thirst. He was too tired to go any farther, when happily he discovered a little way off a bubbling fountain of the clearest water. Being an experienced traveller, he drew from his pocket a little cup (without which no one should ever take a journey), and was just about to dip it in the water, when a lovely little green frog, much prettier than frogs generally are, jumped into the cup. Far from admiring its beauty, Saphir shook it impatiently off; but it was no good, for quick as lightning the frog jumped back again. Saphir, who was raging with thirst, was just about to shake it off anew, when the little creature fixed upon him the most beautiful eyes in the world, and said, I am a friend of the bird you are seeking, and when you have quenched your thirst listen to me.

　　So the Prince drank his fill, and then, by the command of the Little Green Frog, he lay down on the grass to rest himself.

　　Now, she began, be sure you do exactly in every respect what I tell you. First you must call together your attendants, and order them to remain in a little hamlet close by until you want them. Then go, quite alone, down a road that you will find on your right hand, looking southwards. This road is planted all the way with cedars of Lebanon; and after going down it a long way you will come at last to a magnificent castle. And now, she went on, attend carefully to what I am going to say. Take this tiny grain of sand, and put it into the ground as close as you can to the gate of the castle. It has the virtue both of opening the gate and also of sending to sleep all the inhabitants. Then go at once to the stable, and pay no heed to anything except what I tellyou. Choose the handsomest of all the horses, leap quickly on its back, and come to me as fast as you can. Farewell, Prince; I wish you good luck, and with these words the Little Frog plunged into the water and disappeared.

　　The Prince, who felt more hopeful than he had done since he left home, did precisely as he had been ordered. He left his attendants in the hamlet, found the road the frog had described to him, and followed it all alone, and at last he arrived at the gate of the castle, which was even more splendid than he had expected, for it was built of crystal, and all its ornaments were of massive gold. However, he had no thoughts to spare for its beauty, and quickly buried his grain of sand in the earth. In one instant the gates flew open, and all the dwellers inside fell sound asleep. Saphir flew straight to the stable, and already had his hand on the finest horse it contained, when his eye was caught by a suit of magnificent harness hanging up close by. It occurred to him directly that the harness belonged to the horse, and without ever thinking of harm (for indeed he who steals a horse can hardly be blamed for taking his saddle), he hastily placed it on the animals back. Suddenly the people in the castle became broad awake, and rushed to the stable. They flung themselves on the Prince, seized him, and dragged him before their lord; but, luckily for the Prince, who could only find very lame excuses for his conduct, the lord of the castle took a fancy to his face, and let him depart without further questions.

　　Very sad, and very much ashamed of himself poor Saphir crept back to the fountain, where the Frog was awaiting him with a good scolding.

　　Whom do you take me for? she exclaimed angrily. Do you really believe that it was just for the pleasure of talking that I gave you the advice you have neglected so abominably?

　　But the Prince was so deeply grieved, and apologised so very humbly, that after some time the heart of the good little Frog was softened, and she gave him another tiny little grain, but instead of being sand it was now a grain of gold. She directed him to do just as he had done before, with only this difference, that instead of going to the stable which had been the ruin of his hopes, he was to enter right into the castle itself, and to glide as fast as he could down the passages till he came to a room filled with perfume, where he would find a beautiful maiden asleep on a bed. He was to wake the maiden instantly and carry her off, and to be sure not to pay any heed to whatever resistance she might make.

　　The Prince obeyed the Frogs orders one by one, and all went well for this second time also. The gate opened, the inhabitants fell sound asleep, and he walked down the passage till he found the girl on her bed, exactly as he had been told he would. He woke her, and begged her firmly, but politely, to follow him quickly. After a little persuasion the maiden consented, but only on condition that she was allowed first to put on her dress. This sounded so reasonable and natural that it did not enter the Princes head to refuse her request.

　　But the maidens hand had hardly touched the dress when the palace suddenly awoke from its sleep, and the Prince was seized and bound. He was so vexed with his own folly, and so taken aback at the disaster, that he did not attempt to explain his conduct, and things would have gone badly with him if his friends the fairies had not softened the hearts of his captors, so that they once more allowed him to leave quietly. However, what troubled him most was the idea of having to meet the Frog who had been his benefactress. How was he ever to appear before her with this tale? Still, after a long struggle with himself, he made up his mind that there was nothing else to be done, and that he deserved whatever she might say to him. And she said a great deal, for she had worked herself into a terrible passion; but the Prince humbly implored her pardon, and ventured to point out that it would have been very hard to refuse the young ladys reasonable request. You must learn to do as you are told, was all the Frog would reply.

　　But poor Saphir was so unhappy, and begged so hard for forgiveness, that at last the Frogs anger gave way, and she held up to him a tiny diamond stone. Go back, she said, to the castle, and bury this little diamond close to the door. But be careful not to return to the stable or to the bedroom; they have proved too fatal to you. Walk straight to the garden and enter through a portico, into a small green wood, in the midst of which is a tree with a trunk of gold and leaves of emeralds. Perched on this tree you will see the beautiful bird you have been seeking so long. You must cut the branch on which it is sitting, and bring it back to me without delay. But I warn you solemnly that if you disobey my directions, as you have done twice before, you have nothing more to ex

　　pect either of me or anyone else.

　　With these words she jumped into the water, and the Prince, who had taken her threats much to heart, took his departure, firmly resolved not to deserve them. He found it all just as he had been told: the portico, the wood, the magnificent tree, and the beautiful bird, which was sleeping soundly on one of the branches. He speedily lopped off the branch, and though he noticed a splendid golden cage hanging close by, which would have been very useful for the bird to travel in, he left it alone, and came back to the fountain, holding his breath and walking on tip-toe all the way, for fear lest he should awake his prize. But what was his surprise, when instead of finding the fountain in the spot where he had left it, he saw in its place a little rustic palace built in the best taste, and standing in the doorway a charming maiden, at whose sight his mind seemed to give way.

　　What! Madam! he cried, hardly knowing what he said. What! Is it you?

　　The maiden blushed and answered: Ah, my lord, it is long since I first beheld your face, but I did not think you had ever seen mine.

　　Oh, madam, replied he, you can never guess the days and the hours I have passed lost in admiration of you. And after these words they each related all the strange things that had happened, and the more they talked the more they felt convinced of the truth of the images they had seen in their mirrors. After some time spent in the most tender conversation, the Prince could not restrain himself from asking the lovely unknown by what lucky chance she was wandering in the forest; where the fountain had gone; and if she knew anything of the Frog to whom he owed all his happiness, and to whom he must give up the bird, which, somehow or other, was still sound asleep.

　　Ah, my lord, she replied, with rather an awkward air, as to the Frog, she stands before you. Let me tell you my story; it is not a long one. I know neither my country nor my parents, and the only thing I can say for certain is that I am called Serpentine. The fairies, who have taken care of me ever since I was born, wished me to be in ignorance as to my family, but they have looked after my education, and have bestowed on me endless kindness. I have always lived in seclusion, and for the last two years I have wished for nothing better. I had a mirror--here shyness and embarrassment choked her words--but regaining her self-control, she added, You know that fairies insist on being obeyed without questioning. It was they who changed the little house you saw before you into the fountain for which you are now asking, and, having turned me into a frog, they ordered me to say to the first person who came to the fountain exactly what I repeated to you. But, my lord, when you stood before me, it was agony to my heart, filled as it was with thoughts of you, to appear to your eyes under so monstrous a form. However, there was no help for

　　it, and, painful as it was, I had to submit. I desired your success with all my soul, not only for your own sake, but also for my own, because I could not get back my proper shape till you had become master of the beautiful bird, though I am quite ignorant as to your reason for seeking it.

　　On this Saphir explained about the state of his fathers health, and all that has been told before.

　　On hearing this story Serpentine grew very sad, and her lovely eyes filled with tears.

　　Ah, my lord, she said, you know nothing of me but what you have seen in the mirror; and I, who cannot even name my parents, learn that you are a kings son.

　　In vain Saphir declared that love made them equal; Serpentine would only reply: I love you too much to allow you to marry beneath your rank. I shall be very unhappy, of course, but I shall never alter my mind. If I do not find from the fairies that my birth is worthy of you, then, whatever be my feelings, I will never accept your hand.

　　The conversation was at this point, and bid fair to last some time longer, when one of the fairies appeared in her ivory car, accompanied by a beautiful woman past her early youth. At this moment the bird suddenly awakened, and, flying on to Saphirs shoulder (which it never afterwards left), began fondling him as well as a bird can do. The fairy told Serpentine that she was quite satisfied with her conduct, and made herself very agreeable to Saphir, whom she presented to the lady she had brought with her, explaining that the lady was no other than his Aunt Aglantine, widow of Diamantino.

　　Then they all fell into each others arms, till the fairy mounted her chariot, placed Aglantine by her side, and Saphir and Serpentine on the front seat. She also sent a message to the Princes attendants that they might travel slowly back to the Court of King Peridor, and that the beautiful bird had really been found. This matter being comfortably arranged, she started off her chariot. But in spite of the swiftness with which they flew through the air, the time passed even quicker for Saphir and Serpentine, who had so much to think about.

　　They were still quite confused with the pleasure of seeing each other, when the chariot arrived at King Peridors palace. He had had himself carried to a room on the roof, where his nurses thought that he would die at any moment. Directly the chariot drew within sight of the castle the beautiful bird took flight, and, making straight for the dying King, at once cured him of his sickness. Then she resumed her natural shape, and he found that the bird was no other than the Queen Constance, whom he had long believed to be dead. Peridor was rejoiced to embrace his wife and his son once more, and with the help of the fairies began to make preparations for the marriage of Saphir and Serpentine, who turned out to be the daughter of Aglantine and Diamantino, and as much a princess as he was a prince. The people of the kingdom were delighted, and everybody lived happy and contented to the end of their lives.

　　英文童話故事 9

　　King mountain is a monster, and he likes to eat little animals. In winter, the king of the mountain went to hunt with a slingshot on his back. He didnt hit an animal.

　　The king saw a small fish in the lake, for the other big fish were eaten by the king of the mountain. The king of the mountain saw a little bird in the woods. "Come on, hes too small to eat him." The king returned home and felt the half of the bread in his pocket. The king of the mountain cried, "how poor I am, hungry, cold, and lonely." The little bird flew in through the hole in the window. The little bird also cried, "Im hungry, Im cold, and Im lonely, too." "Dont cry," said the king. "Lets eat these bread crumbs." The little bird took the crumbs and flew out. The king of the mountain felt strange and went out: "where will the little bird go?" the little bird threw the crumbs into the water. "The little bird was the little fish that left the crumbs to the lake." The king of the mountain ran home and held a big basin. He put the little fish into the bowl and ran home. The king of the mountain said, "will you spend the winter with me in my broken house, will you?" the little bird and the little fish said, "yes."

　　The king of the mountain began to bake bread. He thought, "from then on, Id like to eat bread with little birds and little fish." The king no longer eats small animals, and he is no longer alone.

　　山大王是個(gè)怪物，最喜歡吃小動(dòng)物。 冬天，山大王又背上彈弓去打獵。他一只動(dòng)物也沒打到。

　　山大王看見湖里有一條小魚，因?yàn)閯e的'大魚都被山大王吃光了。山大王又看見樹林里有一只小小鳥。 “算了，他太小，不吃他了吧。”山大王回到家里，摸出口袋里的半個(gè)面包。山大王哭了起來：“我多么可憐，又餓、又冷、又孤單。” 小小鳥從窗戶的破洞里飛了進(jìn)來。小小鳥也哭著：“我也餓，我也冷，我也孤單。”山大王說：“別哭了，這些面包屑給你吃吧。” 小小鳥銜起面包屑，飛了出去。山大王覺得奇怪，跟了出去：“小小鳥要去哪里呢?”小小鳥把面包屑丟進(jìn)水里去。 山大王這才明白：“原來，小小鳥是把面包屑留給湖里的小小魚呀。”山大王跑回家，捧來一只大盆。他把小小魚接進(jìn)盆里，跑回家去。 山大王說：“請(qǐng)你們?cè)谖业钠莆堇铮�和我一起過冬天，行嗎?小小鳥和小小魚都說：“行。”

　　山大王開始烤面包。他想：“從此以后，我要和小小鳥、小小魚一起吃面包。”山大王再也不吃小動(dòng)物了，他也不再感到孤單了。

　　英文童話故事 10

　　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 Bentleys 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 loggers path) flushed out by earlier rains, deep enough where we thought wed 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 youd 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. "Weve 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, wed gone back to get it. When we fished the Pine River, coffee was the glue, the morning glue, the late evening glue, even though wed 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 evenings 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 thats 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.

　　"Youre 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 aready," 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 oclock 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, theyd 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. "Im 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 lakes three-pounder. But on the Pine River, upstream or downstream, under alders8 choking some parts of the rivers 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, "theres 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 days 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 miles 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 boysll be off, but my days down there get cut up some. Ill 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 moren 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 fever," 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, "Im 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, wed 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.

　　"Names 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 wouldnt have a couple spare beers, would ya?"

　　Now thats the way to start the day on the Pine River.

　　英文童話故事 11

　　ONE WINTER a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound.

　　"Oh," cried the Farmer with his last breath, "I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel." The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful .

　　英文童話故事 12

　　There is a small cat in the forest, who loves to eat only the same thing - snack. The cat is getting thinner and thinner, and it seems like a gust of wind to scrape him away. All the children dont play with him, because he is too thin, a bit of a run on the sick, the wind fell down, and the kids are misunderstanding.

　　One day, a strong wind came and the cat was blown away. He was scraped to a gourmet restaurant. The waiter saw him lean and let him eat a red braised fish. It was really delicious. The cat had eaten the whole fish. He had never eaten that much. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and the kitten returned home. The kitten assured her mother, from now on, never to eat any snacks, and the mother of the cat was gratified.

　　The kittens no longer eat snacks, slowly fat, and the children are willing to play with the kittens.

　　英文童話故事 13

　　The wolf and the fox want to eat the rabbit, but it wasnt easy to catch him.

　　One day the wolf says to the fox, "You go home and lie1 in bed. Ill tell the rabbit that you are dead2. When he comes to look at you, you can jump up and catch him." Thats a good idea," says the fox.

　　The fox goes home at once. The wolf goes to the rabbits house and knocked3 at the door. "Who is it?" asks the rabbit. "Its the wolf. I come to tell you that the fox is dead." Then the wolf goes away.

　　The rabbit goes to the foxs house. He looked in through the window and sees the foxlying4 in bed with his eyes closed5. He thinks, "Is the fox really dead or is hepretending6 to be dead? If hes not dead, hell catch me when I go near him." so hesaid7, "The wolf says that the fox is dead. But he doesnt look like a dead fox. The mouth of a dead fox is always open." When the fox hears this, he thinks, "Ill show him that Im dead." So he opened his mouth.

　　The rabbit knows that the fox isnt dead, and he rans away quickly.

　　英文童話故事 14

　　Once upon a time, there was a man named Naboth, who had a very nice vineyard. Heinherited1 the vineyard from his father, he got a lot of money from it.

　　One day the king passed by the vineyard, he found the yard was so beautiful that he wanted to have it. So he went to Naboth and asked, "Would you sell the whole vineyard to me? I can pay you some money." "Im very sorry. It is a heritage2 of my family, I cant give it to you at any price," said Naboth. The king told her the story. The queen said, "You forget you are the king! Let me teach you how get it. You can make Naboth an office, then find an excuse and sentence him to death." The king did what the queen said, Naboth died and the king got the vineyard.

　　When God learned3 about this, he was very angry and said, "The king must be eaten by dogs, and the queen must be eaten by big birds. They are not good people, they take the things which are not theirs." At last, people found the king and the queen were dead when they went out for a picenic.

　　英文童話故事 15

　　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!

　　英文童話故事 16

　　Once upon a time when wishes came true there was a kings son who was enchanted by an old witch, so that he was obliged to sit in a large iron stove in a wood. There he lived for many years, and no one could free him. At last a kings daughter came into the wood; she had lost her way, and could not find her fathers kingdom again. She had been wandering round and round for nine days, and she came at last to the iron case. A voice came from within and asked her, Where do you come from, and where do you want to go? She answered, I have lost my way to my fathers kingdom, and I shall never get home again. Then the voice from the iron stove said, I will help you to find your home again, and that in a very short time, if you will promise to do what I ask you. I am a greater prince than you are a princess, and I will marry you. Then she grew frightened, and thought, What can a young lassie do with an iron stove? But as she wanted very much to go home to her father, she promised to do what he wished.

　　He said, You must come again, and bring a knife with you to scrape a hole in the iron.

　　Then he gave her someone for a guide, who walked near her and said nothing, but he brought her in two hours to her house. There was great joy in the castle when the Princess came back, and the old King fell on her neck and kissed her. But she was very much troubled, and said, Dear father, listen to what has befallen me! I should never have come home again out of the great wild wood if I had not come to an iron stove, to whom I have had to promise that I will go back to free him and marry him! The old King was so frightened that he nearly fainted, for she was his only daughter. So they consulted together, and determined that the millers daughter, who was very beautiful, should take her place. They took her there, gave her a knife, and said she must scrape at the iron stove. She scraped for twenty-four hours, but did not make the least impression. When the day broke, a voice called from the iron stove, It seems to me that it is day outside. Then she answered, It seems so to me; I think I hear my fathers mill rattling.

　　So you are a millers daughter! Then go away at once, and tell the Kings daughter to come.

　　Then she went away, and told the old King that the thing inside the iron stove would not have her, but wanted the Princess. The old King was frightened, and his daughter wept. But they had a swineherds daughter who was even more beautiful than the millers daughter, and they gave her a piece of gold to go to the iron stove instead of the Princess. Then she was taken out, and had to scrape for four-and-twenty hours, but she could make no impression. As soon as the day broke the voice from the stove called out, It seems to be daylight outside. Then she answered, It seems so to me too; I think I hear my father blowing his horn. So you are a swineherd

　　s daughter! Go away at once, and let the Kings daughter come. And say to her that what I foretell shall come to pass, and if she does not come everything in the kingdom shall fall into ruin, and not one stone shall be left upon another. When the Princess heard this she began to cry, but it was no good; she had to keep her word. She took leave of her father, put a knife in her belt, and went to the iron stove in the wood. As soon as she reached it she began to scrape, and the iron gave way and before two hours had passed she had made a little hole. Then she peeped in and saw such a beautiful youth all shining with gold and precious stones that she fell in love with him on the spot. So she scraped away harder than ever, and made the hole so large that he could get out. Then he said, You are mine, and I am thine; you are my bride and have set me free! He wanted to take her with him to his kingdom, but she begged him just to let her go once more to her father; and the Prince let her go, but told her not to say more than three words to her father, then to come back again. So she went home, but alas! she said MORE THAN THREE WORDS; and immediately the iron stove vanished and went away over a mountain of glass and sharp swords. But the Prince was free, and was no longer shut up in it. Then she said good-bye to her father, and took a little money with her, and went again into the great wood to look for the iron stove; but she could not find it. She sought it for nine days, and then her hunger became so great that she did not know how she could live any longer. And when it was evening she climbed a little tree and wished that the night would not come, because she was afraid of the wild beasts. When midnight came she saw afar off a little light, and thought, Ah! if only I could reach that! Then she got down from the tree and went towards the light. She came to a little old house with a great deal of grass growing round, and stood in front of a little heap of wood. She thought, Alas! what am I coming to? and peeped through the window; but she saw nothing inside except big and little toads, and a table beautifully spread with roast meats and wine, and all the dishes and drinking-cups were of silver. Then she took heart and knocked. Then a fat toad called out:

　　Little green toad with leg like crook, Open wide the door, and look Who it was the latch that shook.

　　And a little toad came forward and let her in. When she entered they all bid her welcome, and made her sit down. They asked her how she came there and what she wanted. Then she told everything that had happened to her, and how, because she had exceeded her permission only to speak three words, the stove had disappeared with the Prince; and how she had searched a very long time, and must wander over mountain and valley till she found him.

　　Then the old toad said:

　　Little green toad whose leg doth twist, Go to the corner of which you wist, And bring to m

　　e the large old kist.

　　And the little toad went and brought out a great chest. Then they gave her food and drink, and led her to a beautifully made bed of silk and samite, on which she lay down and slept soundly. When the day dawned she arose, and the old toad gave her three things out of the huge chest to take with her. She would have need of them, for she had to cross a high glass mountain, three cutting swords, and a great lake. When she had passed these she would find her lover again. So she was given three large needles, a plough-wheel, and three nuts, which she was to take great care of. She set out with these things, and when she came to the glass mountain which was so slippery she stuck the three needles behind her feet and then in front, and so got over it, and when she was on the other side put them carefully away.

　　Then she reached the three cutting swords, and got on her plough-wheel and rolled over them. At last she came to a great lake, and, when she had crossed that, arrived at a beautiful castle. She went in and gave herself out as a servant, a poor maid who would gladly be engaged. But she knew that the Prince whom she had freed from the iron stove in the great wood was in the castle. So she was taken on as a kitchen-maid for very small wages. Now the Prince was about to marry another princess, for he thought she was dead long ago.

　　In the evening, when she had washed up and was ready, she felt in her pocket and found the three nuts which the old toad had given her. She cracked one and was going to eat the kernel, when behold! there was a beautiful royal dress inside it! When the bride heard of this, she came and begged for the dress, and wanted to buy it, saying that it was not a dress for a serving-maid. Then she said she would not sell it unless she was granted one favour--namely, to sleep by the Princes door. The bride granted her this, because the dress was so beautiful and she had so few like it. When it was evening she said to her bridegroom, That stupid maid wants to sleep by your door.

　　If you are contented, I am, he said. But she gave him a glass of wine in which she had poured a sleeping-draught. Then they both went to his room, but he slept so soundly that she could not wake him. The maid wept all night long, and said, I freed you in the wild wood out of the iron stove; I have sought you, and have crossed a glassy mountain, three sharp swords, and a great lake before I found you, and will you not hear me now? The servants outside heard how she cried the whole night, and they told their master in the morning.

　　When she had washed up the next evening she bit the second nut, and there was a still more beautiful dress inside. When the bride saw it she wanted to buy it also. But the maid did not want money, and asked that she should sleep again by the Princes door. The bride, however, gave him a sleeping-draught, and he slept so soundly that he heard nothing. But t

　　he kitchen-maid wept the whole night long, and said, I have freed you in a wood and from an iron stove; I sought you and have crossed a glassy mountain, three sharp swords, and a great lake to find you, and now you will not hear me! The servants outside heard how she cried the whole night, and in the morning they told their master.

　　And when she had washed up on the third night she bit the third nut, and there was a still more beautiful dress inside that was made of pure gold. When the bride saw it she wanted to have it, but the maid would only give it her on condition that she should sleep for the third time by the Princes door. But the Prince took care not to drink the sleeping-draught. When she began to weep and to say, Dearest sweetheart, I freed you in the horrible wild wood, and from an iron stove, he jumped up and said, You are right. You are mine, and I am thine. Though it was still night, he got into a carriage with her, and they took the false brides clothes away, so that she could not follow them. When they came to the great lake they rowed across, and when they reached the three sharp swords they sat on the plough-wheel, and on the glassy mountain they stuck the three needles in. So they arrived at last at the little old house, but when they stepped inside it turned into a large castle. The toads were all freed, and were beautiful Kings children, running about for joy. There they were married, and they remained in the castle, which was much larger than that of the Princesss fathers. But because the old man did not like being left alone, they went and fetched him. So they had two kingdoms and lived in great wealth.

　　A mouse has run, My storys done.

　　英文童話故事 17

　　One morning a fox sees a cock.He think,"This is my breakfast.

　　He comes up to the cock and says,"I know

　　you can sing very well.Can you sing for me?The cock is glad.He closes his eyes and begins

　　to sing.The fox sees that and caches him in his mouth and carries him away. The people in the field see the fox.They cry,"Look,look!The fox is carrying the cock away.The cock says to the fox,"Mr Fox,do you understand?The people say you are carrying their cock away.Tell them it is yours.Not theirs. The fox opens his mouth ang says,"The cock is mine,not yours.Just then the cock runs away from the fox and flies into the tree.

　　英文童話故事 18

　　Once there was a boy who lived on a farm. Every day he had to take his father’s sheep to a hill. One day he tried to play a trick on the other people. He said to himself. I will call “wolf. wolf.” then everyone come to help me. It will be fun when they find out there is no wolf after all. So he cried: “wolf .wolf.” and everyone ran to help him. When they came he just said: “there is no wolf. It was only a joke.” He did this three times.

　　Then one day a wolf really came. “Help! Help! The wolf is here.” called the boy. But everyone said: “No you know that there is no wolf. He is just calling us for fun. There is no danger.” So they did not go to help the boy. The wolf killed all the sheep then.

　　英文童話故事 19

　　There are many mice in the house. The man of the house has a cat. The cat kills(殺死)many of them .

　　Then the oldest mouse says, "All mice come to my room tonight. Let us put our heads together and think what to do. We can do about(除掉)the cat. All the mice come. Many mice speak , but no one knows what to do. At last a young mouse stands up and says, "We must put a bell(鈴)on the cat. When the cat comes near, we can hear the bell and run away and hide. (躲藏) So the cat will not catch any of us. “But,” the old mouse asks, " who will put the bell on the cat?" No mouse answers .The old mouse waits, but no one answers. At last the old mouse says, "It is easy to say things; but it is hard to do them."

　　英文童話故事 20

　　A MISER sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations.

　　A neighbor, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, "Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it."

　　英文童話故事 21

　　"Thats good！" The little ant shook his antennae and looked left and right. He climbed up the leaves and began to work hard.

　　"Haha， I have a new house！" Under the leaves， a happy voice came out.

　　"The cave is not good？ Why do you want to live here？ " A grasshopper skipped over.

　　"The cave is too crowded. Look at how spacious it is！" The little ant whistled.

　　The warm sunlight fell down like a golden belt and shone on the leaves. The little ant lay down and fell asleep.

　　"It is it！" The big Mantis came and circled around the leaves. Hes going to find a leaf and make a broom.

　　The big Mantis carries the leaves and leaves happily.The small ant slept in the golden sun.

　　英文童話故事 22

　　The next day, he went back to the third little pig’s house with a really big, friendly smile.

　　Little pigs, you are so smart. You are much smarter than me. I am sorry I tried to hurt you. Let’s be buddies. I know a really good field with lots of carrots. Do you want to go with me? Hmmm. That sounds nice. Where is the field, and when do you want to go? The field is very close. It’s on the side of farmer jack’s barn. I will come back tomorrow at six in the morning.

　　When the wolf left, the first little pig and the second little pig turned to their brother and said. Are you crazy? He is going to eat you! He doesn’t want to eat carrots, he wants to eat you! The wolf will have to find me first. Don’t worry.

　　Just wait and see. That night, the wolf was thinking to himself, finally, tomorrow I will be able to eat a tender, delicious pig. He fell asleep dreaming of pork chops, bacon and ham.

　　英文童話故事 23

　　There was a sturdy ram1 with a pair of thick horns upright on its head.

　　It strutted2 about proudly and saw a fence built with bamboo and wood in front, which blocked its way. It cast a sidelong glance at the fence, lowered its neck and lunged at the fence, hoping to knock it down. The fence remained intact but the ram injured its own horns.

　　If it had not injured its horns, the ram would have persisted obstinately3 in butting4 against the fence, even against the spokes5 of a wheel until it bled with a fractured skull6.

　　As a result, with its horns caught in the fence, the ram could neither advance nor retreat but bleat7 helplessly.

　　一頭長得非常雄壯的公羊的頭上，挺立著一對(duì)粗大的犄角。

　　公羊驕傲地踱著步，看見前面有一道竹木編成的籬笆擋住了它的去路。公羊斜著眼睛看看，便彎下脖子呼的.一聲撞上去，想把籬笆撞倒。結(jié)果籬笆紋絲不動(dòng)，反把自己的犄角碰上了。

　　假如公羊沒有碰傷犄角的話，那么它還會(huì)一個(gè)勁兒地撞下去，甚至向車輪的輻條上撞去，直到頭破血流為止。

　　結(jié)果呢？公羊的犄角被籬笆夾住，進(jìn)也不得，退也不得，只能“咩咩”不停地叫喚。

　　英文童話故事 24

　　Cindy lived on a farm. Her father had a lot of horses. She always wanted her to have a pony of her own.

　　One day, the ranch was born a pony, and it was born without a tail, otherwise it would be perfect.

　　Her father told her they were going to let her take care of the pony.

　　But Cindy said she didnt want to look after a pony without a tail.

　　But when she took care of the other ponies, the little horse with no tail clung to her, and gradually she began to care about the pony.

　　One day, in order for Cindy to ride her, her father decided to help her train her horse. He bought her a beautiful saddle and Cindy would brush her mount.

　　Cindys mother asked her what the horse was called, and she was going to call her horse, but she thought about it,

　　Finally, she said, "although she has no tail, she is still a princess. So, Ill call her princess."

　　After that, Cindy would ride around with the princess every day.

　　The princess with no tail, grew up to be the most beautiful horse Cindy ever saw!

　　英文童話故事 25

　　One day, piggy was watching TV at home. He saw it on TV: "everyone wants to have ideals." Chubby thought, "what am I going to do? Ah! By the way, Im a good athlete. A gold medal hanging around the neck, a trophy in hand - what an air! But the athlete is too laborious, run all day, jump, make all body is sweat, how bad ah! I...... Im not an athlete!

　　"By the way, Im a singer! Yes, singers dont have to work hard. But its too easy to sing. Its always the same.

　　Suddenly he saw his hoof. "hey, how beautiful my feet are! Or Ill be a dancer! Im going to dance ballet, Im going to dance swan lake! But the dancer was so tired that she had to lie down all day!"

　　"That...... Then Ill... Hey, I think these dry what, what ideal not ideal, eat full, drink enough, get!" Chubby shifted his butt, buttoned his mouth, and fell asleep on the sofa.

　　Children, we cant learn fat. Want to know, wont flower strength, ideal is equal to zero!

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