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The Farmer and the Snake
In a very cold winter, it was snowing, and the cold winds were blowing. All the animals were hiding in their nests, afraid to go out.
A good farmer, who saw a snake outside his house, had been frozen and curled up on the ground, motionless. The farmer thought it was pathetic, picked it up, carefully shoved it into his arms, and warmed it with warm body. The snake was warm, gradually revived, and revived.
When it was fully awakened, it immediately restored the vicious nature, biting the farmer's chest with sharp fangs on the farmer's chest.
The farmer quickly took the snake out of his arms and tried to drop it on the ground, but he fell first because he had been poisoned. The farmer lay on the ground and died.
The farmer said painfully when he died: I take pity on villain, without telling whether good or bad. As a result, I have suffered such a punishment. If there is another life, I would never pity a villain like a serpent.
The Crow and the Pitcher
One summer, the crow's hometown was so dry that he could not find water anywhere. The crow decided to move to a new place where there was a clear river. The crow flew for a long time, and he did not see the river. He was so thirsty that he wanted to drink water at once.
Suddenly, the crow saw a bottle on the ground. There was some water in the bottle. "I have some water to drink." the crow flew happily to the bottle. The crow put his mouth into the bottle, but the bottle was too small and the water in the bottle was too low for the crow to drink.
The crow was so worried that he could drink the water.
The crow thought, "If the bottle is a little bit lower, then I can drink the water." The crow thought as he held up a stone and prepared to smash it. "No, no, in case the bottle is smashed, the water will run away." The crow threw small stones away and thought, "If we can get the water up to the mouth of the bottle, it is good."
The crow fiddled with the pebbles next to the bottle, and suddenly came up with a good idea: put some stones into the bottle, and the water would rise. The crow held a lot of pebbles and carefully put them in the bottle, and the water in the bottle rose gradually.
After a while, the water in the bottle rose to the mouth of the bottle. The crow was happy. He opened his mouth and drink happily. The water was cool, sweet and comfortable! After a while, he put some pebbles into the bottle and then continued to drink a lot.
The crow drank the water and felt his strength again. He wanted to keep on flying. For a long time, the crow finally came to a beautiful place. There are clear rivers, there are green trees and beautiful flowers, and the crow was very happy.
Race Between the Hare and the Tortoise
In the big forest, the annual games began. The white rabbit and the turtle were running for the first race, and the white rabbit was very happy. Everyone knew that the turtle runs the slowest. A shot of the uncle goat's "boom". The white rabbit was running out of time.
Soon after, the white rabbit was halfway to the waist, and he looked back, and the turtle crawled slowly under the mountain. The white rabbit yawned. He fell asleep under the tree.
The turtle crawled slowly, climbed, climbed, climbed up to the waist, and saw the white rabbit sleeping under the tree, saying: "Hey, white rabbit, we're still in the game. Why are you sleeping?""Don't bother me, I'm sleeping on both ears!" the white rabbit said.
After a long time, uncle goat saw the first one arriving at the finishing line was the turtle.
At night, the stars and the moon came out, and the white rabbit had a lazy waist:" Ah, the sleep is so good, alas, it's terrible. I'm still running with the turtle. Why am I sleeping?"
When the white rabbit ran to the finishing line, the animals went home. The games were over long ago. The white rabbit cried.
"The white rabbit, the winner of this competition is turtle. Do you know why you lose? That's how proud you are. "
"I'm not proud anymore," the white rabbit said, "I'll beat the turtle next time."
The Three Feathers
Once upon a time there was a king who had three sons, two of whom were clever and intelligent, but the third one did not talk very much, was simpleminded. But he was kind and willing to help others. The only name they gave him was the Simpleton.
When the king became old and weak, and thought that he was nearing his end, he did not know which of his sons should inherit the king after him, so he said to them, "I'll test your abilities, you go out and find the carpet, and the one of you who brings me the finest carpet, he shall be king after my death."
So there would be no dispute among them, he led them to the front of his castle, blew three feathers into the air, and said, "As they fly, so shall you go."
One feather flew to the east, the other to the west, and the third one flew straight ahead, falling quickly to the ground after going only a short distance.
One brother went to the right, the other to the left, and they laughed at the Simpleton who had to stand there where the third feather had fallen.
The little prince sat down and was sad. Then he suddenly noticed that there was a trapdoor next to his feather. He lifted it up, found a stairway, and climbed down inside. He came to another door and knocked on it, upon which he heard someone calling out from within:
"Maiden Green and small, Hopping toad, Hopping toad's puppy, Hop to and fro, quickly see who is outside."
The door opened, and he saw a big, fat toad sitting there, surrounded by a large number of little toads. The fat toad asked what he wanted.
The little prince answered, "I would like the most beautiful and finest carpet."
Then the fat toad called to a young toad, saying: "Maiden Green and small, Hopping toad, Hopping toad's puppy, Hop to and fro, bring me the large box."
The young toad brought the box, and the fat toad opened it, then gave the little prince a carpet from it. It was so beautiful and so fine, the like of which could never have been woven in the world above. He thanked the toad and climbed back out.
Now the other two thought that their brother was so stupid that he would not find anything to bring home. "Why should we spend a lot of effort looking for a carpet?" they said, so they took some pieces of course cloth from the first shepherd's wife they came to, and took these back home to the king.
At the same time they returned home, and the little prince arrived, bringing his beautiful carpet.
When the king saw it, he was astounded, and said, "It is only right that the kingdom should go to my youngest son."
The Witty Peasant
Once upon a time there was a clever peasant. One day the peasant had been working in his field, and just as it was getting dark he was getting ready to go home when in the middle of his field he saw a pile of burning treasure. Filled with amazement he walked toward it, and sitting on the top of the glowing treasure there was a little black devil.
"You must be sitting on a treasure," said the peasant.
"Yes indeed," replied the devil, "on a treasure that contains more gold and silver than you have ever seen in your life."
"The treasure is in my field and belongs to me," said the peasant.
"It is yours," answered the devil, "if for two years you will give me one half of everything your field produces. I have enough money, but I have a desire for the fruits of the earth."
The peasant entered into the bargain, saying, "To prevent any dispute from arising about the division, everything above the ground shall belong to you, and everything beneath the ground to me."
The devil was quite satisfied with that, but the cunning peasant had planted turnips.
Now when harvest time came the devil appeared and wanted to take away his crop, but he found nothing except the yellow withered leaves, and the happy peasant dug up his turnips.
"You got the best of me this time," said the devil, "but it won't happen again. Next time what grows above ground shall be yours, and what is under it shall be mine." "That is all right with me," answered the peasant.
When planting time came the peasant did not plant turnips again, but wheat. The crop ripened, and the peasant went into the field and cut the full stalks off at ground level. When the devil came he found nothing but the stubble, and he angrily disappeared into a chasm in a cliff.
"That's the way one has to deal with foxes," said the peasant, then carried away the treasure.
The Little Match-Girl
It was a Christmas Eve with heavy snow. A little girl was selling matches on the street. She shouted ："Matches, matches! " But no one looked at her.
She had lost her parents a few days ago, and she was selling matches without a coat in the cold weather. She didn't even sell one box.
No money to buy something to eat. The girl was so hungry that she couldn't even open her mouth. Then, a carriage came close to her. Trying to keep away from the carriage, she slipped and fell on the ice, and she lost her shoes. Because there is no money to buy shoes .She had to walk on the snowy street with bare feet.
Over a window, she saw a family gathered under a warm and bright light. They seemed so happy.
The snow began to fall more heavily. "It's so cold." Her body was frozen hard. Even though she was hungry and felt pain in her feet, she couldn't go back home because she couldn't sell any matches.
She continued to shout ："Matches, you want some matches?" The people walking on the street looked very happy holding each other's arms. But no one bought the girl's matches.
"Ho~ ho~! " She tried to warm up her hands and feet, but it only made her hungrier. "It's so cold. Why is it so cold today? I have to skip my meal today because I couldn't sell any of these matches."
She lit a match to warm up her body. Even though it was a small light, it made her a little warmer.
She felt as if she was sitting right next to a fireplace. "Oh, it's warm!" She kept lighting matches. Suddenly, a table full of delicious food came up in front of her. "Oh, it looks delicious."
As she lit another match, a Christmas tree appeared. "How beautiful! "
She lit the last match. Then, her grandmother appeared.
"Sweetie, come to Heaven with me." The girl's grandmother held her tight in her arms and rose up to the sky.
The next day, she was dead and found in the street. "Poor girl, maybe she tried to warm herself with these matches. Tut, tut. " People felt pity for the girl and buried her in the ground in the sunlight.
How a Colt Crossed the River
One day, a little horse was asked to mill flour by his mother, He carried the two bags of wheat and left home. He was walking happily. When he came to a river, the mill was on the other side of the river and there was no bridge over the water.
Now, what would the little horse do? Looking at the flowing water, he got confused.
Then he saw an old cow eating grass on the bank, so he asked him, "Uncle cow, is the water deep ? And can I walk across it?" "Not at all!" the cow said. "It's just as high as my lower legs, you can go across it. It's safe."
Then the little horse was ready to go across the water. Just then, a squirrel in the tree shouted to him, "Little horse, don't go in the water. It's too deep. You'll get drowned, and one of my friends got drowned in it a few days ago. "
So the little horse drew back his legs quickly, he had to go back to ask his mother what to do. When his mother heard his story, she laughed and said to him, "My child, it's not enough if you only listen to the others. You must try it by yourself, and then you'll find the truth. "
The little horse came back to the river again. When he put his legs in the water again, the squirrel cried out again, "Little horse, it's dangerous, you can't do that!" "Let me have a try." The horse said. And with those words he walked carefully across the river. The water was neither that shallow as the cow had told him nor that deep as the squirrel had described. It was just OK for him.
Once upon a time there was a little girl whose father and mother had died, and she was so poor that she no longer had a room to live in, nor a bed to sleep in, and at last she had nothing else but the clothes she was wearing and a little piece of bread in her hand that some charitable soul had given her. She was good and pious, however. And as she was thus forsaken by the entire world, she went forth in to the country, trusting in dear God.
Then a poor man met her, who said, "Ah, give me something to eat, I am so hungry."
She handed him her entire piece of bread, saying, "May God bless it for you," and went on her way.Then came a child who moaned and said, "My head is so cold. Give me something to cover it with." So she took off her cap and gave it to the child.
And when she had walked a little farther, she met another child who had no jacket and was freezing. So she gave her jacket to that child, and a little farther on one begged for a dress, and she gave her dress away as well.
At length she made her way into a forest and it was already dark. Then there came yet another child, and asked for a shift, and the pious girl thought to herself, "It is a dark night and no one can see you. You can very well give your shift away," and she took it off, and gave it away as well.
And thus she stood there, with nothing left at all, when suddenly some stars fell down from heaven, and they were nothing else but hard shining talers, and although she had just given her shift away, she was now wearing a new one which was of the very finest linen. Then she gathered together the money into it, and was rich all the days of her life.
The Gifts of the Little People
A tailor and a goldsmith were journeying together when one evening, just as the sun had sunk behind the mountains, they heard the sound of distant music. It grew more and more distinct. It had a strange sound, but was so pleasing that they forgot their fatigue and walked speedily ahead. The moon had already risen when they arrived at a hill, upon which they viewed a large number of small men and women who were holding hands and dancing around and cheerfully singing with the greatest pleasure and happiness.
That was the music that the wanderers had heard. An old man, somewhat larger than the others, sat in their midst. He wore a brightly colored jacket, and his ice-gray beard hung down over his chest. Filled with amazement, the two wanderers stopped and watched the dance. The old man motioned to them that they too should join in, and the little people voluntarily opened their circle.
The goldsmith, who had a hump on his back, and -- like all hunchbacks -- was forward enough, stepped right up. The tailor was at first a little shy and held back, but as soon as he saw what fun it was, he too took heart and joined in.
They closed the circle again, and the little people sang and danced wildly forth. However, the old man took a broad knife, which had been hanging from his belt, sharpened it, and as soon as it was sufficiently sharpened, looked at the strangers. They were frightened, but they did not have to worry for long. The old man grabbed the goldsmith and with the greatest speed smoothly shaved off his beard and the hair from his head. Then the same thing happened to the tailor.
Their fear disappeared when the old man patted them friendly on their shoulders as if he wanted to say that they had done well by letting it all happen without resisting. With his finger he pointed toward a pile of coal that lay nearby, and indicated to them through gestures that they should fill their pockets with it. They both obeyed, although they did not know of what use the coal would be to them. Then they went on their way to seek out a place to spend the night.
They had just arrived in the valley when the bell from a neighboring monastery struck twelve. The singing ceased instantly. Everyone disappeared, and the hill lay in lonely moonlight.
The two wanderers found shelter. Lying on beds of straw, they covered themselves with their jackets. They were so tired that they forgot to take the coal out of their pockets first.
They were awakened earlier than normal by a heavy weight pressing down on their limbs. They reached into their pockets, and could hardly believe their eyes when they saw that they were not filled with coal, but with pure gold. Further, their hair and their beards had also been fully restored.
Now they were rich. However, the goldsmith had twice as much as the tailor, because -- true to his greedy nature -- he had filled his pockets better. However much a greedy person has, he always wants more, so the goldsmith proposed to the tailor that they stay there another day in order to be able to gain even more wealth from the old man on the mountain that evening.
The tailor did not want to do this, and said: "I have enough and am satisfied. I am going to become a master, marry my pleasant object (as he called his sweetheart), and be a happy man."
However, to please the goldsmith, he agreed to stay one more day. That evening the goldsmith hung several pockets over his shoulders in order to be able to carry everything, and set off for the hill.
As had happened the night before, he found the little people dancing and singing. The old man shaved him smooth once again, and indicated that he should take some coal. Without hesitating he packed away as much as his pockets would hold, and then happily returned home. Covering himself with his jacket he said: "I can bear it, if the gold presses down on me." With the sweet premonition that he would awaken tomorrow as a very rich man, he fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, he got up quickly in order to examine his pockets. How astounded he was, that he pulled out nothing but black coal, however often he reached inside. "Anyway, I still have the gold from the night before," he thought, and reached for it. Horrified, he saw that it too had turned back into coal. He struck himself on the forehead with his grimy hand, and felt that his entire head was as bald and smooth as his beardless chin.
Nor was that the end of his misfortune. Only now did he notice that in addition the hump on his back, a second one, of the same size, had grown onto his chest. Now he recognized the punishment for his greed and began to cry aloud.
The good tailor, who had been awakened by all this, consoled the unhappy man as best he could, saying: "You were my traveling companion, and you can stay with me now and live from my treasure."
He kept his word, but the poor goldsmith had to bear two humps and cover his bald head with a cap as long as he lived.
Goo-dong is coming
There are many small animals in the forest. There is a lovely rabbit living in a beautiful little lake and there is a big papaya tree by the lake.
One day，a papaya dropped into the lake from the tree, Send out a sound, "Goo-dong!". The rabbit who lived near the tree heard it and thought "I must run away, or I'll be in danger." Then he began to run fast.
A fox saw him and asked:"Hey, Hey, Rabbit, What's happened?"
"Goo-dong, that goo-dong there."
When the fox heard that, he thought, it seems that goo-dong is a terrible thing. "I must run away too."
A monkey saw them running. "What happened? Why are you running so fast?", "Er, Er, here comes Goo-dong." The rabbit and fox said together.
The monkey didn't know what a goo-dong was. "I'd better run away." He thought and ran quickly with the rabbit and the fox.
And so on, the bear was running, the deer was running too, and more and more animals began to run.
The lion was surprised, "what happened, why are you running so fast?"
"Goo-dong, that goo-dong there." But where was it? The tiger shook his head，the deer said:"I don't know either." The bear said, "I don't know." The monkey said, "I don't know."
At last, the lion asked the rabbit about it.
"That goo-dong lives near me by the river."
"Well, take us there，we must have a look." Then they ran after the rabbit to the lake. "Where is the goo-dong?" Just then a gale blew over, another ripe papaya dropped into the lake.
"My god, goo-dong is just a papaya."
The Wolf and the Man
Once upon a time the fox was talking to the wolf about the strength of man, how no animal could withstand him, and how all were obliged to employ cunning in order to protect themselves from him.
The wolf answered, "If I could see a man just once, I would attack him nonetheless."
"I can help you to do that," said the fox. "Come to me early tomorrow morning, and I will show you one."
The wolf arrived on time, and the fox took him out to the path which the huntsman used every day. First an old discharged soldier came by.
"Is that a man?" asked the wolf.
"No," answered the fox. "He has been one."
Afterwards came a little boy on his way to school.
"Is that a man?"
"No, he will yet become one."
Finally a huntsman came by with his double-barreled gun on his back, and a sword at his side.The fox said to the wolf, "Look, there comes a man. He is the one you must attack, but I am going back to my den."The wolf then charged at the man.
When the huntsman saw him he said, "Too bad that I have not loaded with a bullet." Then he aimed and fired a load of shot into his face.
The wolf pulled an awful face, but did not let himself be frightened, and attacked him again, on which the huntsman gave him the second barrel. The wolf swallowed his pain and charged at the huntsman again, who in turn drew out his naked sword, and gave him a few blows with it left and right, so that, bleeding all over, he ran howling back to the fox.
"Well, Brother Wolf," said the fox, "how did you get along with man?"
"Oh," replied the wolf, "I never imagined the strength of man to be what it is. First, he took a stick from his shoulder, and blew into it, and then something flew into my face which tickled me terribly. Then he breathed once more into the stick, and it flew up my nose like lightning and hail. Then when I got next to him, he drew a naked rib out of his body, and he beat me so with it that he almost killed me."
"See what a braggart you are," said the fox. "You throw your hatchet so far that you cannot get it back again."
The Fox and the Horse
Once upon a time，a peasant had a faithful horse which had grown old and could do no more work, so his master no longer wanted to give him anything to eat and said, "I can certainly make no more use of you, but still I mean well by you, and if you prove yourself still strong enough to bring me a lion here, I will maintain you. But for now get out of my stable." And with that he chased him into the open field.
The horse was sad, and went to the forest to seek a little protection there from the weather. There the fox met him and said, "Why do you hang your head so, and go about all alone?"
"Alas," replied the horse, "greed and loyalty do not dwell together in one house. My master has forgotten what services I have performed for him for so many years, and because I can no longer plow well, he will give me no more food, and has driven me out. And he said, if I were still strong enough to bring him a lion, he would keep me, but he well knows that I cannot do that."
The fox said, "I will help you. Just lie down, stretch out as if you were dead, and do not stir."
The horse did what the fox asked, and then the fox went to the lion, who had his den not far off, and said, "A dead horse is lying out there. Just come with me, and you can have a rich meal."
The lion went with him, and when they were both standing by the horse, The fox said, "After all, it is not very comfortable for you here -- I tell you what -- I will fasten it to you by the tail, and then you can drag it into your cave and eat it in peace."
This advice pleased the lion. He positioned himself, and in order that the fox might tie the horse fast to him, he kept completely quiet. But the fox tied the lion's legs together with the horse's tail, and twisted and fastened everything so well and so strongly that no amount of strength could pull it loose.
When he had finished his work, he tapped the horse on the shoulder and said, "Pull, white horse, pull!"
Then up sprang the horse at once, and pulled the lion away with him. The lion began to roar so that all the birds in the forest flew up in terror, but the horse let him roar, and drew him and dragged him across the field to his master's door.
When the master saw the lion, he was of a better mind, and said to the horse, "You shall stay with me and fare well." And he gave him plenty to eat until he died.
当主人看见它的这匹老马后，非常可怜这匹马，说道：“你就住在马厩里吧，我会好好待你的。”于是，这匹可怜的老马又有了吃的东西，主人一直养着它到死去。《 童话故事12篇【中英互译】 睡前小故事》出自：百味书屋
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