小学生英语故事.doc

PAGE \* MERGEFORMAT 1 The Hare and the Hedgehog This story was actually made up, young ones, but it really is true, for my grandfather, who told it to me, always said whenever he told it, it must be true, my son, otherwise it couldnt be told. Anyway, this is how the story goes: It was on a Sunday morning at harvest time, just when the buckwheat was in bloom. The sun was shining bright in the heaven, the morning wind was blowing warmly across the stubble, the larks were singing in the air, the bees were buzzing in the buckwheat, and the people in their Sunday best were on their way to church, and all the creatures were happy, including the hedgehog. The hedgehog was standing before his door with his arms crossed, humming a little song to himself, neither better nor worse than hedgehogs usually sing on a nice Sunday morning. Singing there to himself, half silently, it suddenly occurred to him that while his wife was washing and drying the children, he could take a little walk into the field and see how his turnips were doing. The turnips were close by his house, and he and his family were accustomed to eating them, so he considered them his own. No sooner said than done. The hedgehog closed the house door behind him and started down the path to the field. He hadnt gone very far away from his house at all, only as far as the blackthorn bush which stands at the front of the field, near the turnip patch, when he met up with the hare, who had gone out for a similar purpose, namely to examine his cabbage. When the hedgehog saw the hare, he wished him a friendly good morning. The hare, however, who was in his own way a distinguished gentleman, and terribly arrogant about it, did not answer the hedgehogs greeting, but instead said to the hedgehog, in a terribly sarcastic manner, How is it that you are running around in the field so early in the morning? Im taking a walk, said the hedgehog. Taking a walk? laughed the hare. I should think that you could better use your legs