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三月份至九月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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三月份至九月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜三月份至九月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2025年3月份至9月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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七月份及八月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜七月份及八月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2025年7月份及8月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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五月份及六月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜五月份及六月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2025年5月份及6月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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三月份及四月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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三月份及四月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜三月份及四月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2025年3月份及4月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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鼠小弟和鼠小妹准备去海边玩，叫来了小兔子、小猪、大象、小乌龟等很多好伙伴，可是小乌龟的朋友却来不了。到了海边以后，小乌龟的朋友终于出现了，让大家兴奋不已，开心极了。这位朋友到底是谁呢？

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鼠小弟和鼠小妹准备去海边玩，叫来了小兔子、小猪、大象、小乌龟等很多好伙伴，可是小乌龟的朋友却来不了。到了海边以后，小乌龟的朋友终于出现了，让大家兴奋不已，开心极了。这位朋友到底是谁呢？

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悦读月-认识绘本故事.ppsx

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2025年阅读活动 Aktiviti Galakan Membaca PSS KC2

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坤二资源中心将于3月份至10月份期间进行有趣且不失挑战的班级阅读比赛活动！

今年，每个年级将以《头脑特工队 2》里莱莉的各种情绪作为代表。莱莉的情绪会依据你们班级的平均阅读数量升级哦！

有关比赛的细则，请参阅右边”2025年阅读计划与活动“的演示文稿哦。

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四月份我们将进行一年一度的悦读月。今年悦读月的主题是“认识绘本故事” 。

绘本 (picture book) 是以图画为主，可以连贯成为单一完整的故事。即使把文字全部拿掉，读者单看整本书的图也能知道完整的故事内容。

绘本故事的特征包括图画具有完整性、图画和文字完美结合、内容充满趣味、主题富含哲理。

这次，我们向大家推荐一则在可爱的鼠小弟系列里，其中非常有趣的绘本故事：

《鼠小弟去海边》
LITTLE MOUSE GOES TO THE BEACH

请到“悦读月”的部分了解《鼠小弟去海边》的作者、故事简介及阅读电子书。

配合悦读月，我们会在这个月进行书签制作及设计比赛 （4-6年级）。相关的细则，将由各班的美术老师传达给同学们知道。希望同学们能踊跃参加悦读月的各项活动。

祝大家阅读愉快。

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玛德琳是一名红头发的小女孩,个性勇敢活泼,是法国寄宿学校中年纪最小的小孩。这所寄宿学校中有 12 名小女孩,并由善良温柔的修女 --- 克拉菲小姐照顾。玛德琳是个乐观且调皮捣蛋小丫头,经常为寄宿学校中的女孩们带来各种趣事及冒险。

欢迎同学们来图书馆借阅《玛德琳》，你可以在RC 5的书架里找到它哦！

阅读了这本书之后，你有话想说吗？请在下面留言吧！

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4月份至10月份班级阅读比赛总成绩

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4月份至10月份班级阅读比赛总成绩

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恭喜本年度平均阅读数量最高及表现优秀的班级！

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2024年4月份至10月份班级阅读比赛总成绩.ppsx

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八月份及九月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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八月份及九月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜八月份及九月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2024年八月份及九月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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六月份及七月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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六月份及七月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜六月份及七月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2024年六月份及七月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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品格教育【故事屋 X 閱讀力】賣雞蛋的小女孩：感恩

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四月份及五月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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四月份及五月份班级阅读比赛成绩

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恭喜四月份及五月份平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2024年四月份及五月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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Kisah
Anak
Beruang

Seekor anak beruang tinggal di hutan bersama
ibu bapanya. Keluarga beruang tinggal di dalam
hutan yang banyak pohon merimbun.

Setiap hari, ibu dan bapanya akan keluar
mencari makanan. Tetapi, anak beruang hanya
tahu bermain-main. Ia tidak berusaha mencari
makanan seperti anak-anak beruang yang lain.

Sebelum keluar mencari makanan, ibu
bapanya berpesan supaya anak beruang tidak
ke mana-mana.

"Marilah ikut kami mencari makanan, ajak
kawan-kawan anak beruang.

"Tidak mahu. Ayah dan ibuku akan membawa
makanan untukku," kata anak beruang.

"Jangan terlalu berharap kepada ayah dan
ibumu sahaja. Kita hendaklah belajar hidup
berdikari," nasihat kawannya.

"Aku tidak mahu berdikari," jawab anak
beruang dengan sombong. Kawan-kawannya
saling berpandangan.

Seekor anak beruang lain berkata, "Beginilah
jadinya jika terlalu dimanjakan. Nanti sampai
besar tidak tahu mencari makanan sendiri."

Anak beruang tidak peduli dengan kata-kata
itu.

Pada suatu hari, bapa beruang mengajak
anak beruang mencari makanan di sungai. Anak
beruang kehairanan.

"Selalunya ayah dan ibu mencari makanan
untuk saya. Mengapa pula kali ini mengajak saya
mencari makanan?" Tanya anak beruang.

"Ayah dan ibu semakin tua. Apabila kami
sudah tiada nanti, kamu hendaklah mencari
makanan sendiri."

Anak beruang tidak mahu mendengar nasihat
bapanya. Ia mahu ibu bapanya mencari makanan
selagi masih hidup.

Bapa beruang tidak berputus asa. Ia memujuk
anaknya supaya mengikutnya.

Mereka pun pergi ke sungai. Bapa beruang
menunjukkan cara menangkap ikan dengan
mulut kepada anaknya.

"Tengok ini cara menangkap ikan," kata bapa
beruang.

Anak beruang hanya melihat sahaja.
Akhirnya, bapa beruang memberi ikan tersebut
kepada anak beruang.

Pada suatu hari, ibu bapa beruang pulang
lewat. Anak beruang berasa lapar. Anak
beruang mahu mengajak kawan-kawannya
keluar mencari makanan. Ia mendapati mereka
telah pun pergi mencari makanan.

Anak beruang terpaksa pergi sendirian
mencari makanan. Ia terjumpa sebuah sarang
lebah di atas sebatang pokok. Anak beruang

ingin makan madu lebah namun ia tidak tahu
cara mendapatkan madu lebah itu.

"Aku akan goncang pokok ini supaya sarang
lebah jatuh ke tanah. Mudahlah untuk aku
makan madunya," kata anak beruang.

Beberapa ekor anak lebah terbang keluar
apabila sarang mereka bergoncang. Anak
beruang tidak takut kepada sengatan anak-
anak lebah itu kerana kulitnya tebal.

Kemudian, beribu-ribu lebah dewasa keluar
dari sarang. Mereka berasa sangat marah lalu
menyerang anak beruang.

Anak beruang berlari menuju ke sungai.
Beberapa ekor lebah sempat menyengatnya.

"Susahnya mencari makanan. Aku patut
belajar daripada ibu bapaku," kata anak
beruang sambil mengaduh kesakitan. Lalu, dia
pun berjalan pulang dengan kecewa.

Pengajaran: Kita perlu belajar berdikari dan
tidak bergantung kepada sesiapa.

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四月份我们将进行一年一度的悦读月。今年悦读月的主题是“认识奇幻故事”。

以奇幻为主题的故事一般有魔法、神话、梦境、古老传说为设定。故事情节多属超自然、无科学依据，并不会发生于真实世界。奇幻故事常出现精灵、妖精、女巫、龙等奇幻生物或传说生物。其吸引读者的特点主要是发生在虚构世界里，独特魔法体系的运作。

这次，我们向大家推荐一则在哈利波特故事系列里，其中非常著名的奇幻故事：

《哈利•波特与魔法石》
HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE

请到“悦读月”的部分了解《哈利•波特与魔法石》的作者、故事简介及阅读电子书。此外，你也可以到“熊宝宝微电影院”的部分观看电影版哦！

配合悦读月的主题，我们会在这个月进行填色比赛及封面设计比赛。相关的细则，将由各班的美术老师传达给同学们知道。希望同学们能踊跃参加悦读月的每项活动。

祝大家阅读愉快。

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《哈利•波特与魔法石》剧情讲述一位小巫师发现了自己的魔法天赋后，去魔法学校就读一年级的经历。在朋友的帮助下，小巫师与杀害自己父母并企图东山再起的黑巫师对峙。

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

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2024年阅读活动 Aktiviti Galakan Membaca PSS KC2

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坤二资源中心将于4月份至10月份期间进行有趣且不失挑战的班级阅读比赛活动！

今年，每个年级将以《马力欧》里的角色作为代表。宝可梦会依据你们班级的平均阅读数量升级哦！

有关比赛的细则，请参阅右边”2024年阅读计划与活动“的演示文稿哦。

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

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爱看书的男孩绘本故事:今日七小编特别分享励志绘本故事《爱看书的男孩》，《爱看书的男孩》绘本主要内容讲述美国第16任总统林肯，从出生在小木屋，拓荒者的孩子通过读书一步一步，进入白宫的励志故事。他

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今天睡前故事小编给大家推荐绘本故事《神奇的魔法床》，因为破旧的床，我们小主人公乔治拥有了一个奇妙的、却无法与大人分享的魔法世界。一起来看看吧。

乔治得到了一张奇妙的古董床，这张床非同寻常，只要说出一个有魔力的词，它就能带着乔治漫游到远方。

乔治，这张床你现在都睡不下了。要不你和弗兰克去购物中心买张新床吧？

去购物中心的路上，乔治看到一家卖旧家具的商店。

看，弗兰克！乔治说，说不定里面就有床卖。

弗兰克停好车，带着乔治走了进去。

这儿有适合他睡的床吗？弗兰克问，

床啊？有的，还真有一张旧的，不过我得找找。

过了一会儿，店主找了出来，

卖这张床的夫人说，这是一张魔法床。她说，睡在上面，你就能漫游到任何地方。

弗兰克和乔治买下了这张旧床，

他们把床绑在车顶，带回家去。

乔治和弗兰克把床擦了一遍，

快看，乔治，弗兰克说，这儿有字，就是不太清楚了。

写了什么？乔治说。

写的是，睡在这张床上，你能漫游到远方，心中默默祈祷，再念？我看不清这个词，第一个字是木字旁的什么字，第二个是子字。

看看你们的什么东西？乔治的外婆说，为什么买了一张这么难看的旧床？怎么不去购物中心买一张新床啊？

它很可爱，乔治说，而且，据说它是一张魔法床，只要睡在上面，就能漫游到任何地方。

这天晚上，乔治早早地准备上床睡觉。

他开始祈祷，试着说出那个有魔力的词。

他不停地试：桃子、橘子、柿子、梅子、柚子、椰子、榛子、橙子、松子、橡子

可是，什么也没发生，乔治睡着了。

昨晚你在魔法床上睡得怎么样？

你去了月球，还是到了亚马逊丛林？

到了晚上，乔治又早早地上了床，想试出正确的词，

他肯定猜对了，因为......

突然，他和床一起飞到了城市上空。

魔法床停在一片原野上，

很多小矮人和小仙女围了过来，

乔治给他们读了一个晚安故事。

第二天吃早餐的时候，

乔治决定不告诉任何人他昨晚去了哪儿。

到了晚上，乔治又出发了，

这一次，他在一片丛林里旅行。

乔治碰到一只迷路的小老虎，

它和爸爸妈妈走散了，也不知道怎么回家。

乔治把小老虎送回爸爸妈妈身边，它们都非常高兴。

有一次，乔治在一个山洞里发现了满满的一箱珠宝。

不过，这可惹恼了附近的海盗，因为，海盗认为珠宝是他们的。

海盗沿着海滩一直追乔治。。。。

所以，乔治只好想办法逃走

有些晚上，乔治会和海豚一起，在海里游来游去，所以，有时候，他的床到了早上还是湿湿的。

他还和一群女巫比赛，看谁飞得快。

直到有一天，他们去度假，和外婆说完再见就出发了。

不在家的时候，乔治把他的魔法床忘记得一干二净。

假期很快就结束了，他们回到家里。

乔治，我给你准备了一个很棒的礼物，就在你的房间里。外婆说。

乔治飞快冲进了房间，角落里有一张崭新的床。

我的魔法床呢？乔治问，

喔，那张又脏又旧的床，今天扔到垃圾站去了，外婆说。

乔治马上冲出房门，飞奔下台阶，直奔垃圾站。

垃圾站正要关门，乔治冲了进去，

他的魔法床，就在垃圾箱的最上面。

乔治爬上垃圾箱，跳上床，说出了那个有魔力的词，很快，魔法床就载着他升上了天空。

睡前故事小编的话

大人可能永远无法理解孩子的这种魔幻世界，只会把它归类为小孩子无意义的幼稚幻想。但对于孩子们来说，这体验却具有普遍意义，而且真实无比，妙不可言。发掘孩子们心底的秘密，尊重他们各种不被大人所理解的奇思异想，给出一片属于孩子们的彩色天空。

要是你静静地躺在床上，说出属于自己的那个有魔力的词，说不定，你也能像乔治一样漫游到远方。

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今天睡前故事小编给大家推荐绘本故事《神奇的魔法床》，因为破旧的床，我们小主人公乔治拥有了一个奇妙的、

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孝養父母，奉事師長，慈心不殺，人所當為

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四月份至十月份班级阅读比赛（总成绩）

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四月份至十月份班级阅读比赛（总成绩）

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恭喜本年度平均阅读数量最高的班级！

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2023年四月份至十月份班级阅读比赛成绩.ppsx

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Amanda's Text Day
by Alex DeMasters

Amanda's eyes flicker open, the sound of her alarm
buzzes loudly in her ears. A knot forms in her stomach,
taking these big tests is scary for her. She's a third grader,
and this is her very first "state test". Her teacher, Mrs.
Cockrell has been drilling test preparation for this good-
for-nothing test in her mind.

"Wake up on time"
"Have a good breakfast, no sugar"
"Bring extra No. 2 pencils" "Don't stay up too late"
"Test starts strictly at 8 AM."
Saying all these things made Amanda not be able to
sleep. Staying up with the nerves flowing through her
entire brain. Asking herself countless "What if"
questions.
"What if I wake up late" was a scary thought running
through her mind. If she woke up late, then she would
miss the beginning of the test, and if she was more than 5
minutes late, she would not be allowed inside the
classroom. If she wasn't allowed inside the classroom

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then she would have to wait until tomorrow to take the
test. If she had to wait to tomorrow to take the test then
she would miss the relax after the test day.

Next thing she knows her Dad comes storming into
her room,

"Amanda? Are you awake?" He asks in a loud stern
voice, not angry, but just to make sure she wakes up for
the test.

"Yes!" Amanda yells back. She can feel her eyes
wanting to shut, but the nerves clench in her stomach and
she jolts up to start getting ready. She prepared her outfit
last night, some comfy clothes so she does not get
uncomfortable sitting in a chair all day.

Her classmate David asked her teacher if she could
wear pajamas, but she said no. They get to wear them the
next day though. So she is excited for that.

"Amanda, you almost ready?" Her Dad yells from
downstairs. She can smell the bacon being cooked. Her
Dad never cooks breakfast, but since Mrs. Cockrell told
them all to have a balanced breakfast, Amanda asked for
eggs and bacon all week.

They get into the car and the nervous feeling in
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to take this test. She tightens her grip onto the Harry
Potter book she brought to read after she is done, as they
headed to school.

She walks into the school and everything feels a little
off, but she carries on to her classroom. She finds the 3rd
grader hallway and walks into her classroom, but does not
recognize the classmates, or teacher.

"Where's Mrs. Cockrell's class" Amanda asks openly
to the room. The teacher responds,

"Oh... did she not tell you? On testing days, the third
graders move to the kindergarten classrooms." Amanda
was very confused, but she went right along down to the
kindergarten hallway to look for her class. She went to
her old kindergarten classroom, in hopes she would find
her teacher there, and she did, but the classroom seemed
to be flipped around completely, how strange.

"Oh Amanda, you made it!" Mrs. Cockrell said
relaxed, "Now that you are here, we can relax, we still
have an hour before the test." That confused Amanda, "I
thought the test strictly started at eight?"

"What made you think that? Today is laid back, we
will start the test soon but you could have been late."
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exactly how to day was going to go, and so far,
everything has seemed to be the complete opposite.
Amanda spotted David from across the room and ran over
to him.
"David! What is going on? Wait? Why are you wearing
pajamas? Mrs. Cockrell told you no" She said frantically.

"Uhm... no... She said yes. Look around Manda,
everyone is in pajamas." Amanda looked around the
room and saw all of her class mates wearing pajamas. To
a pink fluff of a onesie, to the superhero covered pants on
her classmates. She thought she had specifically
remembered her teacher telling David no...

"Are you ready for the test? I have many dance
ready."

"DANCE?" Amanda asked David, "What dance?
What are you talking about? This is a written Math and
English test?!"

"Amanda? Where have you been? This test is a
physical and written test of out musical skills"

Her mind was boggling. How could this be? She had
been preparing for the same stuff alongside of her class
the past few weeks. Why has everything changed?

"What dance where we supposed to learn" She asks,

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needing something to use for this test, because she had
nothing.

"It's just the chicken dance Amanda, with your own
twist" At this point she was about to scream, she was
convinced that the whole class was playing a practical
joke on her. She followed her friend step by step in
learning the chicken dance, she just wanted to get through
this day, she thought she was prepared, but now realizes
she has to be ready for whatever obstacles are thrown at
her.

"Alright class, let's all eat the donuts I brought for
you all!" This came as no surprise to Amanda, because
she distinctly remembers her teacher saying no sugar.

After eating the donuts, it was time to begin the test.
"Alright class get out your pens, let us begin" Another
contradiction because we were supposed to use NO. 2
pencils according to her memory.

"I hope you all stayed up all night, that is the best
way to write good music!" Amanda has now gone crazy.
This was not how today was supposed to go.

"No! No! All of this is wrong. We were supposed to
get a good night's rest, have a hearty breakfast, bring No.
2 pencils, and be on time at 8! You lied to me!" Amanda

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yells out into the class. She looked around at her
classmates practicing the chicken dance in their pajamas
and nearly fainted. This is wrong.

"We have no idea what you are talking about Amand-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP."
Amanda jerks awake. "What just happened...

Amanda mutters to herself. "Come on Manda! Eat
your breakfast before you are late for your test!" Her Dad
yells.

"I hadn't actually taken it yet?" She asks to herself.
She rushed downstairs and practically swallows the eggs
and bacon. Then she runs out to the car and goes to
school.

Amanda walks up to her 3rd grade classroom and sees
her teacher and classmates in normal clothes, getting
ready to take the test.

"Amanda your seat will be right here" Mrs. Cockrell
says, and point to a seat.

"No chicken dances?" Amanda asks hopefully.
"What? Just get out your NO. 2 pencils and sit down
Amanda..."

Amanda was at peace.

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The Box
by Casey Webb

There was a Box.

Richard knew from the moment he saw it that it was no
ordinary Box. He knew this for three reasons:

The first, it had a simple lock on it. It was a simple and
small one, but it was a lock nonetheless. And if a box was
locked, it was practically begging to be opened.

The second, the Box belonged to his science teacher, and
Mr. Debarros had always struck Richard as weird. (not to
mention bitter and strict)

And lastly, lights flickered wherever the Box was.
Richard remembered seeing street lamps flicker out when
Mr. Debarros walked by with the Box from his car to the
school building. There was definitely something fishy
about that.

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Of course, being a ten-year-old boy, Richard was
desperate to know what was inside of the Box. So was his
best friend Alex. They liked to make outrageous guesses
at what could be inside. Richard's favorite guesses were a
poisonous chocolate cake, a venomous snake, or a picture
of Mr. Debarros' zombie sweetheart. But because Mr.
Debarros always kept the Box in the closet by his desk,
the boys had never gotten the chance to open the Box and
see what was inside. That is, until the explosion.

It was a week before the annual science fair, and Richard
and Alex were working together as partners. Their project
was a volcano experiment that was supposed to gently
bubble when the switch was pressed. To make it more
interesting, Alex made the goop inside glow-in-the-dark,
and Richard added a bit more baking powder than the
recipe called for. Okay, a lot more.

"Dude, this is going to be awesome," whispered Alex as
he painted the finishing touches on the volcano. Alex had
always been the artistic one. "Dude, I know," replied
Richard with glee. "It's too bad we couldn't use actual
lava though."

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"That would have been epic," agreed Alex.

"Indeed," came a dry voice from behind them, and the
two boys spun around. Mr. Debarros stood before them
with his arms crossed, the usual scowl upon his face.
"That is," he continued, "It would have been 'epic' until
you melted your desk into a puddle and set fire to the
building."

"Awesome!" yelled Richard, pumping his fist into the air.

"No," said Mr. Debarros sharply, "Not awesome. It
would be dangerous. I'm not sure your project is safe as it
is." He said the last part while eyeing the copious
amounts of baking soda they had poured into the volcano.

"Why don't you two give me a trial run of your
experiment? That way I can put in an early grade and
ensure you won't make a mess of yourselves at the
science fair."

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Mr. Debarros smiled smugly as the two boys gulped and
looked at each other. In the process of making the
volcano, they had entirely forgotten they would be
getting a grade for it.

"Any day now," said Mr. Debarros impatiently, his foot
tapping. Richard looked at Alex, who shrugged and
flipped the switch. Richard couldn't help but take a few
steps back as the volcano started to rumble, and he noted
that Alex did the same.

The rumbling become so loud that the entire class turned
to look. The sound grew louder and louder, and just as
Mr. Debarros was starting to look worried-

SPLAT!

Green goo exploded from the volcano and splattered
across the whole room, including on Mr. Debarros
glasses.

For a moment, the whole class just froze. Then everyone
burst out in exclamation at once. Some kids whooped,

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others yelled angrily as they beheld their ruined science
projects. Richard caught Alex's eye, who mouthed wow.

"Settle down, settle down!" Mr. Debarros called out
angrily. He tried to (unsuccessfully) wipe his glasses,
which only smeared the green goo on them more. This
seemed to put him in an even worse mood.

"Sorry, sir," Alex said sheepishly. "We must have-"

Mr. Debarros cut him off. "Detention," he growled. Alex
wilted as the teacher towered over him. Richard
remembered that Alex had never gotten a detention
before. He had always been the good student of the two,
balancing out Richard's crazy antics. But Mr. Debarros
wasn't done yet. "You two will both be responsible for
cleaning up this mess, and you can expect a failing grade
for the assignment."

"But Mr. Debarros," Richard started to protest, "It was
just an accident! Couldn't we-" A single look from the
glowering teacher was enough to silence his complaint.
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so much baking powder, then none of this would have
happened.

Mr. Debarros turned to the class. "Everyone, stay here
while I fetch the janitor. If you are upset that your science
projects are now ruined, you can blame these two young
men over here." Alex and Richard looked down guiltily
as some of the class grumbled.

With a last glare at Richard and Alex, Mr. Debarros left
the room.

"It was still cool," whispered Richard out of the corner of
his mouth to Alex. Alex just shrugged. Richard guessed
he wasn't looking forward to telling his parents about
this.

Eager to cheer his friend up, Richard looked around the
room. He then spotted the closet where the Box was
being kept. "Hey," he said suddenly. "Why don't we look
in the Box while Mr. Debarros is gone?"

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Alex seemed hesitant. "But if he saw us, wouldn't we get
in even more trouble?"

"Nah, it'll take him a few minutes before he'll return,"
Richard said, a mischievous grin dancing across his face.
"C'mon! We've been dyin' all year to see what's inside!"

"Okay, okay," Alex relented, the old eager expression
entering his eyes. "But let's make it quick."

With the room Debarros-free, the boys eagerly
approached the walk-in closet where the Box was held.
Some of the class watched with interest as they opened
the door. But as Richard stared into the dark closet, and
the dark Box that lay upon the floor a foot away, he
suddenly felt a chill run up his spine.

"Did you hear that?" whispered Alex suddenly, and
Richard jumped.

"Hear what?" he asked nervously.

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"The-" Alex's voices faltered, and then he let out a
strained laugh. "Nothing. Must have been my
imagination."

"I dare you to open the Box," Richard challenged. Alex
looked like he wanted to argue, then shrugged and
stepped forward, into the closet. After all, Alex never
backed down from a dare.

Richard kept feeling the sense of wrongness grow as
Alex walked towards the Box, and he stepped back into
the light of the classroom, holding the door open with his
foot so he could stay as far from the Box as he could.

Alex took a shaky breath as he knelt before the Box, and
time seemed to slow as he opened the lock. "Well?"
Asked Richard, hating that his voice squeaked. He only
held the door open by a foot, and couldn't quite see in.
"Alright, I'm opening it. Open the door a little more, will
ya? I can hardly see anything. Here goes..." came Alex's
muffled reply.

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"What's inside?" Richard asked. There was a shuffling
sound as Alex leaned over, and....

Four things happened, and in the hours later when
Richard would ponder all that had occurred, he couldn't
recall which had happened first. All he knew was the
lights shut off, his foot slipped, the door slammed closed,
and he heard a scream from inside the closet.

The next few moments were chaos. Richard shouted for
Alex to tell him what happened as he groped blindly for
the door handle. He finally found it, but it seemed to be
jammed. Richard grit his teeth in frustration and pulled
with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. He heard
nothing from inside.

Suddenly, the lights flickered back on, and there stood
Mr. Debarros. He took in the scene with growing horror,
then strode over to Richard and shook his shoulders.
"What. Have. You. Done?" He asked with grotesque
rage. Richard could have sworn he saw a hint of fear in
the teacher's eyes as he looked at the closet.

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"I- I don't-" stammered Richard

Mr. Debarros took a deep breath, then turned to face the
wide-eyed students staring back at him. "Class
dismissed," he growled. Richard hesitated, and Mr.
Debarros turned to him with thinly-masked fury. "Not
you."

The class trickled out until it was only Richard and Mr.
Debarros left in the room... and Alex in the closet. What
on earth had just happened?

"It's my fault, sir," Richard said quickly, "I was the one
who dared him to-"

"What you have done?" Mr. Debarros said it so quietly,
Richard could hardly hear him. The teacher looked up,
and Richard could now see the fear in his eyes clearly.

"WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?" He roared, and Richard
jumped back as Mr. Debarros brought his fist down on
his desk. Richard was shocked, and a little scared too. He

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hadn't known Mr. Debarros took his privacy this
seriously.

"We were just going to peek in, not steal anything-"

"No, no, no!" Mr. Debarros ran his fingers through his
thinning hair, frantically looking around. "This wasn't
supposed to happen! I only had one day left, one day! Oh,
curse the society! They should have known better..."

"Um..." Richard stared at his teacher, wide-eyed. Was
Mr. Debarros going mad? "Sir, are you okay?"

With a crazed look in his eyes, Mr. Debarros started
sorting through his desk drawers wildly. "Light! I need
light. Where did I keep that thing?"

Richard started to slowly back away. Maybe he and Alex
could slip out while Mr. Debarros was preoccupied.

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He had just reached for the door handle to the closet-
still no sound from within-when Mr. Debarros gave a
choked yell.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

Richard spun around, heart beating wildly. Mr. Debarros
practically sprinted over to him, blocking him from the
closet. Richard had never seen him look so disoriented,
with his goo-splattered glasses askew and his chest
heaving wildly.

"But Alex is in there!" Richard protested.

Mr. Debarros looked in him in the eyes solemnly, and
said "Your friend is in mortal danger."

"Oh-kay..." said Richard, backing away slowly. "You're
looking a little green, Mr. Debarros. Maybe I should go
get the nurse..."

"Richard, I'm serious."

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He really did look like he meant it. But Richard wasn't
about to believe the teacher who had psyched out when a
couple of students went into his closet.

"Alex!" He called out. "Tell Mr. Debarros that you're
fine! And that he can let you out of the closet."

Nobody replied. "Alex?" Richard called again. Mr.
Debarros just looked at him.

"Wha- what happened back there?" Richard faltered.
"With the lights, and the scream... Is Alex really... what
happened?"

"He opened the Box, didn't he?" Mr. Debarros sighed.

"Yeah? So what?" Richard wasn't following.

"Would you believe me if-" here Mr. Debarros hesitated,
then he tried again. "I am going to be completely honest
with you, because I need your help. Or more specifically,
Alex needs your help."

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Richard was starting to freak out too. "What?"

Mr. Debarros sighed, wiped his glasses, then sighed
again.

"Inside the Box is a monster."

There was a moment of silence. Then-

Richard started to laugh. "Okay Mr. Debarros, you
almost had me for a moment. Nice try. But I won't be
fooled that easily!"

His chuckles faded away as Mr. Debarros looked the
closet door with a grim expression. "Don't I wish it was a
trick..." he muttered.

"You can't be serious," Richard said incredulously.

"Have I ever been anything but serious, Richard?" Mr.
Debarros said. "The Box does indeed hold a monster
within, though what the monster looks like I have no
idea. I am simply a third-tier member of the MAP-"

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"The what?" Richard interrupted.

"The Monster Association of Preservation," Mr. Debarros
continued impatiently. "And like I said, I am not an
important member. Which is why I was surprised when
they asked me to hold on to one of the more dangerous
creatures for a couple of weeks, as they finished building
its new habitat."

"Wow," Richard said, his eyes wide, "You've really
thought this joke out."

Mr. Debarros wasn't finished yet. "Your friend had the
misfortune to free the monster from his prison, and I need
you to go in there and free him."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me. I can tell you don't believe what I'm
telling you, so it shouldn't matter to you anyways." Mr.
Debarros grabbed a metal box from on top of his desk,
the same size as the other Box. "I need you to walk into

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the closet with this open. Once the beast is sucked into
the container, close it so it can't escape."

"You're crazy," Richard finally said out loud.

"Perhaps," Mr. Debarros said, and Richard found it eerie
that he couldn't see Mr. Debarros' eyes behind the goo-
smeared glasses.

"Fine," Richard muttered. "If this is what it takes for you
to open the closet door, then I'll do it. But not because I
believe in any monster!"

"Speaking of which," he added, "Why should I go in
instead of you, eh? I don't suppose you have a story for
that?"

"Scared?" Mr. Debarros said with a grim smile. "You
should be. As a matter of fact, members of the MAP
society are marked, making them even more of a target
for monsters."

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"I'm not scared!" Richard said hotly. "And I'll do your
stupid task just to prove it!"

He grabbed the metal box out of Mr. Debarros' hands and
stood before the wooden door. Mr. Debarros stepped
back, giving him room.

Richard found himself bracing for something, and
immediately chastised himself. What on earth was there
to be afraid of? Mr. Debarros was just trying to get
Richard to make a fool of himself. Even if that was out of
character...

He forced himself to throw the closet door open, which
for some reason was no longer locked. It was-

Dark. Pitch black, actually. And with the same feeling of
wrongness that he had felt before.

Convincing himself it was just weird lighting, Richard
inched his way forward into the closet.

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His heart started to hammer. He could only barely make
something out by the light pouring in from behind him.
Wait, did it just move? It was...

And the closet door slammed shut.

Richard bit his tongue to keep himself from screaming,
and the taste of blood filled his mouth. Ohnononononono
keep calm, Richard, keep calm, he kept telling himself.
His heart started beating rapidly, and he had trouble
breathing. There's nothing there there's nothing there
there's-

A low growl sounded.

Richard shrieked and fell backward, dropping the metal
box.

The box! Mr. Debarros had said he needed to open it.

Scrambling on his hands and knees, Richard reached
around blindly, searching. The growling grew larger,

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accompanied by a strange slithering sound. Sweat poured
from Richard.

Thump.

His hands brushed against something metal. There it was!

Thump.

The ground was shaking, or maybe it was just Richard's
fingers. He fumbled with the clasp.

Thump.

Richard suddenly felt, with absolute certainty, that there
was something only a few inches from his face. He held
his breath, willing himself to not move a muscle. That is,
except for the finger that slowly lifted up the box's lid.

And then something jumped at him, and someone
screamed-maybe it was Richard-and everything went
blacked.

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-------

When Richard woke up, he was lying on the floor of Mr.
Debarros' classroom. Mr. Debarros and Alex stood over
him, talking in low voices. They stopped when they saw
him waking up.

"Congratulations, Richard," Mr. Debarros said, giving
him a hand to help him up. There was a sly look in his
eyes that Richard had never seen before. "You
successfully captured... air."

"It was a prank!" Richard said, flushing simultaneously
as he thought about how he'd overreacted.

"Indeed," Mr. Debarros said. "To return the favor for
your volcanic surprise earlier."

Richard turned to Alex. "And you were in on it too?"
Alex just shrugged and smiled. Richard would have to
pester him for details later.

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"I never actually believed there was a monster in there,"
Richard felt the need to clarify. Mr. Debarros chuckled-
a strange, foreign sound-and led the boys to the door.

"In exchange for that delight, I shall pardon both of your
detentions. But only," he added with an admonishing
finger, "If you refrain from risky behavior in the future."

Richard and Alex readily nodded their assent, (though
Richard doubted that either they or Mr. Debarros actually
believed it would last) and the boys walked outside.

But when Richard realized he forgot his backpack and
came back a few minutes later, he caught a glance of Mr.
Debarros walking down the hall, glancing around
furtively.

...with the metal Box, locked, in his hands.

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Fluff's Scary Encounter
by Mustafa Adamji

Fluff was walking down a corridor of her mansion.
But it's not really hers, the mansion was inherited from
parents. To Fluff it had always looked simple and grey.
The only thrilling characteristic was the corridors. The
corridors would look confusing at times, as if they were
leading somewhere, but the person being led would
always end up in circles. Fluff enjoyed walking through
them. She never seemed to lose her way until she found a
separate hallway. She couldn't remember if she had seen
it before. Getting curious she decided to explore.

The hallway started to change with every step she
took. It distorted and changed color. Suddenly, the
hallway disappeared. In front of Fluff was a large and
run-down school. She had no idea how she ended up in
this scary place. A voice whispered "If you wish to return
to your world you must complete the maze." Shaking,
Fluff reminded herself that she would have to do this, no
matter what. Otherwise she would be stuck for eternity.

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Now that Fluff has gathered her bearings and courage
she enters the school. The inside was dark with the
occasional blinking lights. There was a sign with
scratched words. "Enter at your own risk if you dare." It
was enticing for her, but she failed to notice how fresh
the scratchings were. Fluff continues on and on and on.
There came a time when something started to move and
every time Fluff turned around it would stop moving.
Fluff never saw it because it was always out of sight. As
continued on dead ends became increasingly common.
They seemed to be directing her in different directions.

Fluff never knew that every time she turns away from
a dead end a wall closes her previous path. Although,
whatever is following still manages to get through. Fluff
notices that her breathing has become rather quick paced.
It seems that she has become restless, the most likely
cause is an impending doom of some sort. It's like that
feeling people get, as if someone was watching them.
Suddenly Fluff sees something shining ahead! It gets
brighter and brighter as she gets closer and closer. This
mysterious glowing and bobbing thing really confused
her. Then there was a sound behind her--

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She saw her reflection in the dusty mirror. A huge
transparent slime monster raised its arm. Fluff was
blocked off from any possible escape route. The monster
was even closer now. With her back against a wall, Fluff
had nowhere to go. Then, just before the monster struck
she let out a shriek as a hole appeared under her feet.
Fluff plunged into the darkness. She opened her eyes.
Fluff was in the exact place from the beginning, shaking
in the middle of her bedroom. Fluff takes a deep breath
and tries to comfort herself by thinking that it was all a
dream. Then, a slow, eerie laughter echoed. "The
nightmare is not over yet."

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The Museum and the Tight Knots
by Elizabeth Fullwood

It's a normal Monday at Fairman Elementary school in
room 309. From the window, you can hear the birds
chirping, see the bright blue sky, and catch glimpses of
second graders running around the playground playing
zombie tag.

Me and the rest of my 5th grade class are in science
connecting lemons to light bulbs with electric wires when
Mrs. Witcher calls us all to our seats. I go sit in the back-
right corner where no one can see me.

"You all have done a great job on your lemon circuits,"
Mrs. Witcher starts, "but that's not all we will be doing
today." A few kids groan in front of me.

"We are," her eyes twinkle, "going to," smiling wide she
looks at us and lets the suspense sink in.

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I slide a little bit under my desk, I hope we are not doing
another project. I never get picked for partners. Aiden,
the loudest kid in the whole school, yells out "WHAT?
WHAT ARE WE DOING?"

Mrs. Witcher grins at Aiden. "We are going on an
adventure," she announces to the class. Whoops and
hollers erupt throughout the classroom, but I slide even
further under my desk. Last time she said adventure we
went to a super boring art museum and my bus buddy
drooled on me the whole ride there.

I begin thinking of all the things that could go wrong, all
the places we could end up. What if the bus breaks down?
What if we wreck? What if we run out of gas? I slide
down even farther in my chair. Where are we going?
What if it's not safe? What if it's super scary? What if I
get the same bus buddy? What if my bus buddy throws up
on me?

My classmates begin lining up at the door and walking
out to the bus. I can't stand up so I sit holding my
quivering hands together. My stomach knots together and

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spools up. A cold sweat breaks out across my forehead
and travels down my spine.

Thoughts race through my mind as I picture what could
happen. We could end up at a museum or dirty stinky gas
station or a cave or a graveyard or a hospital or
someplace even worse! What if no one wants to talk to
me? What if I don't even get a field trip buddy? Why did I
decide to go to school today?

My body begins to shake, sending tremors from my
hands all the way to my toes. My heart races so fast that it
feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. My lungs
somehow have forgotten how to breathe and I struggle to
catch a breath. I watch helpless as the last of my
classmates leave the room for the bus.

"Olivia. Olivia!" Mrs. Witcher's beside me with a look of
concern on her face. "Olivia, are you alright? Can you
stand?" I try to bring my trembling legs out from under
the table but they won't move. I feel like I'm gonna puke
and the thoughts keep racing around my head.

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The worry builds and builds as the knots tighten in my
stomach. "Oliva," Mrs. Witcher says, "please take a deep
breath in, then name five things you see in the
classroom." I take a deep breath in. Then, slowly, I let it
out.

"I see," I say, "I see a pencil, a chair, and, and..." I take
another chest rattling breath "and I see the board, the
desk, and you, Mrs. Witcher." Smiling she gently
squeezes my shoulder. "Now take another deep breath
and name four things you can touch."

We go through each sense one by one until my heart rate
returns to normal and I become more focused. The
thoughts of worry aren't as loud as before. The knots have
also unraveled.

Smiling up at Mrs. Witcher I thank her. She smiles at me
then takes my hand. "Let's get to the bus. Is it okay if I
am your partner today?" I nod my head.

I ride next to Mrs. Witcher the whole way there, and I
don't get drooled or barfed on! The bus also doesn't break

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down or run out of gas, and we safely reach our
destination. It's a science museum!

They have all kinds of cool things to touch like fox pelts
and live snakes! Aiden's favorite is the sound exhibit
where we play instruments and make mashups. Mrs.
Witcher likes the exhibit where we get to create our own
dinosaurs on giant touch screens. My personal favorite is
the one where we build a robot then drive it around a race
track.

Soon Mrs. Witcher tells us that it's time to head back to
the bus. Aiden runs to the front of our group with a big
fat grin on his face. "I bet you can't beat me," he taunts as
he races through the hallway. A handful of my classmates
go chasing after him and Mrs. Witcher watches them with
a disapproving frown.

We soon, enter the main foyer. It has big glass doors and
a high marble ceiling. Then it hits me. A strong pressure
pushes from the inside on my bladder. With fast feet, I
find Mrs. Witcher and asked her to point me to the

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bathroom. Without a glance up, her boney finger points
me to a dark corner. Without hesitation, my feet take me
I have so much fun! The other kids try out all the cool
interactive displays with me. Once we get on the bus one
kid yells out, "Did you know a human sneeze can travel
up to 100 MPH?" Another yells back, "No way!"
Everyone else joins in and we swap interesting facts we
learned the whole ride back. Mrs. Witcher smiles widely
at me as I leave the bus, and I can't hold back my grin.
I run up to her and give her a big hug. I'm so happy she
helped me calm down and showed me the different steps
because this was the absolute best field trip ever! I
wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world!

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The Basement
by Jacob Trent

"Hey George!" Someone yelled from an upstairs
bedroom

"What?" There was no answer. "What, Tommy!?"
George screamed again. There was a slight pause and
then a few seconds later, Tommy yelled back.

"Run down to the basement and get the game!"
"Which one?" cried George.
"I dunno." Tommy Said "Uh-get the one with the
spaceships. It's called Space Destroyers or somethin'!"

8-year-old George didn't respond to his older brother.
He did however, follow through with his request. He got
up from his coloring book and noticed something
different about his bedroom. Yes, the floors were as
brown and dingy as they had always been. And the
pungent smell of cigarette smoke from his father and the
peeling wallpaper had always been there. But there was
something different. A smell possibly? Or maybe it was
something about the walls. Or maybe, the occasional
dripping from one corner of the ceiling. Or, was it the
blood? Either way, George didn't recognize any

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differences. He hardly paid much attention to any minor
details anyways.

George strolled out of his room and into the dimly lit
hallway. A few landscape images and a single-family
photo hang on the walls of the hallway, heading towards
the basement staircase. The photo showed two small boys
standing in the front. One with dark brown hair, George.
And the other, slightly taller with fair hair, Tommy. Both
the boys were standing in front of their parents. Their
mother, a shorter woman with long beautiful dark hair,
beamed with light even though the picture was so dusty
that George could barely make out that the image was of
their broken family. His father, in the image, stood with
bulking attributes and a pinched face. Showing only one
emotion; anger.

That's pretty much the only thing George remembers
about his father. Anger. Even after his mother died, there
was no sadness, no tears, no such thing as being
depressed to that man. The only thing that ever really
seemed to dull the anger within the large man, was the
daily pack of cigarettes.

"George, hurry up! What's taking you so long?"
Tommy yelled again.

"I'm about to head down Tommy, I was just putting
up my coloring book!" he yelled back.

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Tommy might have said something after that but
George didn't hear him. He was too busy trying to figure
out what his mother's voice sounded like.

Occasionally, when George would stroll past this
picture, he would hear a female voice whispering to him.
The voice was soft and frail, just like the woman in the
picture. She would usually only sing lullabies or just
whisper a single word into his ear. But sometimes, only 3
times his whole life, she would speak actual sentences!
He remembers the 3 sentences off of his head.

"Don't look back."
"Everything is temporary."
"Fear is never real."
George had no idea what these words actually meant,
but he could only assume that they were from his mother.
He heard Tommy yell again for him to hurry up, and
this time sounding angrier so he trotted on. He came to
the top of the staircase and opened the creaking door. The
doorknob was somewhat sticky after years of never using
it, but with all of his force, George managed to open it.
The old wooden door squeaked open, with a sound
that can only be described as a mouse being crushed
under a large foot. When George looked down into the
old staircase, the first thing he noticed was the complete
and utter darkness. He could pick out the first step, then
barely identify the second, but the third step was
completely enveloped by the black void.

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George looked to his right and saw an old flashlight
sitting on the nightstand next to him. He snatched it and
tried to flick the switch to turn it on. The first attempt was
unsuccessful. The flashlight looked like it hadn't been
turned on in several years.

"Maybe if I give it another go." George said.
He flicked it once again, and like a burst of sunlight,
the black void was illuminated, revealing several steps
leading down into the basement.
George never went down to the basement. Well, not
since the first time at least. The first time he went down,
he heard the voice from his mother even stronger than
when he was upstairs. But the voice wasn't calm or
relaxing, in fact, the voice yelled at him. It was an unholy
scream of terror and pain. Like someone was just
stabbed.
That was the only time George had ever been scared
of the voice. Normally, his mother's voice was
comforting and calm, but when he went down into the
basement, everything changed.
George decided, that today was the day, that he
needed to face his fear. After all, it was his mother. If he
knew one thing, it was that his mother loved him very
much, and she would never want anything bad to happen
to him.
George remembered the words that his mother spoke
to him before. "Fear is never real." Those words lingered

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in the back of his mind and gave him the courage to take
his first step.

He shone the light into the darkness and carefully
placed his feet onto each step leading into the basement.
George had no idea where the board games were in his
basement, but he was sure that with his flashlight, he
could find them easily. He creeped down the stairs to the
halfway point and was able to see the actual basement
with all of its boxes and shelves.

The room was actually smaller than he remembered.
Last time, the walls seemed taller and the boxes seemed
bigger. But now, he was a little taller, the walls were
short and he guessed that he could probably reach the top
shelf.

He scurried down the steps to get to the bottom so
that he could find the game quickly and get out. He shone
the flashlight around the room and searched desperately
for the game. He looked for anything that resembled a
spaceship or aliens or something that would game pieces.

After one minute of being in the basement, George
started to hear a slight ring in his ears. Still searching, the
ring was getting progressively louder and louder until the
point where he couldn't hear his own footsteps or the
rummaging of boxes.

He finally found the game, even with the terrible
ringing in his ears. The game was a blue and white box,
with spaceships and lasers all over it. This was Tommy's

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favorite game and it was usually upstairs but for some
reason today it was in the basement. His father must've
put it in the basement George assumed.

The ringing got so bad in his ears, he felt stinging in
his eardrums. Then like a strike of lightning, the ringing
erupted into the dreaded scream of a banshee in his ears.
George, with the game in hand, ran back up the stairs in
the heat of panic. All he could remember was the
sentence, "don't look back." He ran to the very top,
grabbed the door, and slammed it shut so the whole house
shook.

George sat down against the door and stared into the
hallway in front of him for what felt like an hour. Then,
he came out of his trance when he heard a familiar voice
again.

"George get up here! You're taking forever."
George didn't respond but he did slowly get up and
decided to take his first few steps. He strolled down the
hallway and trekked up the stairs. When he got to the top
he saw Tommy sitting on the ground drawing on some
paper.
"There you are! Holy crap, what took you so long?"
"D-did you not hear the screaming from downstairs"
George said.
"Screaming? Uhh, no. Did you get scared or
something?"
Then Tommy started to laugh.

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"Is little George scared of the dark?" Tommy said
while pointing and mocking George

"No, I just - everything is temporary Tommy. Even
innocence."

"George, stop talking nonsense, let's just play the
game!"

From that day forward George vowed to never go
down into the basement. And this time, he planned to
keep that promise.

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Halloween Mystery
by Bakhtawar Yasir

It was a gloomy and scary October 31. As soon as it
is the first day of October this is the day that kids are
waiting for. Dressing up into whoever you want to be and
getting buckets of candy is the ideal night.

It was finally Halloween, which is Jackson and
Gabriel's favorite day.
As soon as school gets out, they ran to school from the
bus stop to get ready.
"MOM! MOM! MOM" As he enters the house
"IT'S HALLOWEEN!" Jackson completes his sentence
as he follows behind him

The boys run upstairs to change into their costumes
before their mom can respond. Gabriel runs down in a
superman costume jumping off every other step. Jackson
walks down to make himself feel invisible wearing a
white bed sheet covering his entire body with two holes
revealing his eyes.

The brothers search for their baskets to get ready to
go trick or treating. Their mother comes over from her
room to take her sons trick or treating. "Alright boys...
are y'all ready?" "Yeess mom" the boys yelled.

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The brother race ahead of their mom, "Jackson, I am
so excited to go trick or treating!!!" Gabriel replied, "Me
too! "I am so excited to get a lot of candy!" "Me too! I
would do anything for candy" Jackson responded

The boys trick or treated for so long they got to see
the sun set and the twilight. As their baskets became
heavier and feet felt weaker, they came across the
jackpot. The big houses! Jackson yells, "Oh my gosh!
Look!" Gabriel gazed in awe of what is in front of him,
"Whhooaaahh" Unable to catch his breath Jackson asks
"You know what this means, right?" In unison they say,
"BIG CANDY BARS"

The brothers run up to the house with a door that is
glistening within the night. They approach the door and
empty porch to read a sign that says "Please take ONE!
Happy Halloween" Then they immediately look down to
see the huge bowl with what it seemed like a never-
ending supply of candy bars. Jackson looks at Gabriel
with a smirk on his face, "You know what that means..."
Gabriel looked back with a stern, "We take one candy
bar." He relaxes as he is speaking, I am thinking about
getting the Hershey bar" Jackson stops Gabriel from
proceeding and maliciously says "NO! Let's take all of
the candy bars. No one will catch us." Gabriel responds
"...I don't know." Jackson rebuttals, "Come on! No one is
looking. Everyone does it." "Hmm that's true" Gabriel
replies.

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Both of the boys quickly fill up their baskets to the
brim from the candy bowl right in front of them.
Hershey's, Snickers, Milky Way. Their mouths watered
as they saw the variety of candy in front of them. As they
were close to the bottom of the bowl the door in front of
them starts to creak open without anyone touching the
door knob. Gabriel says "Ok Jackson...very funny!" He
replies, "I didn't do that." Gabriel's face sunk as he
realized that something scary maybe be among them.
Jackson's face sunk immediately after Gabriel's. He
knew that if he was scared, there has to be something
going on. The boys move closer to close the door but
before they could touch the doorknob it opens
completely. "AAAAHHHHHH" they yell. The boys were
so scared they dropped all of their candy.

To their surprise, they saw a closet door inside the
house that said "Candy Closet". Bouncing back without
seconds Jackson looks at Gabriel with the biggest smile
in the world knowing he saw it too. "NO" Gabriel
commands. "Come on..." Jackson begs, "IMAGINE how
much candy is in there. Wait. I mean how many candy
BARS are in there. What if the door opening was fate
pointing us to get more candy?" Gabriel responds,
"Hmmm you know, you may be right this time." A huge
smiles grows on Jackson's face, and the boys walk inside
the house.

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As the boys walk in they were are cautious of where
they are going. They house was dark, but lit enough for
them to see where they were going. The house had a
scary sense to it, but it didn't matter since they knew they
were going to get more candy. They slowly walk to the
halls and approach the candy closet. Jackson reaches for
the door knob and slowly opens it anticipating what they
are about to see. Gabriel opens the light to get a better
view of the closet. "WHOOAAHH" Jackson yells. "ITS
CANDY HEAVEN" Gabriel responds. The candy closet
is full of candy from the ground up. They were so amazed
their immediate reaction was to stare at the candy other
than grabbing as much as they can before they are caught.
The boys inside the closet to get a better view of all the
candy. They are both holding candy when the door shuts
on its own. The boys look at each other knowing that they
were in trouble. Jackson reaches for the door knob to
escape, while he comes to realize it is locked. Jackson
asks, "How do we get out??" Gabriel yells "I am not
sure! I am stuck here with you!" Gabriel drops his candy
and is pacing back and forwards in the 3x5 closest as
Jackson is standing there still as a statue about what
happened. "Oh my goodness we are going to get in so
much trouble. THANKS A LOT JACKSON" "ME?!"
Jackson replies. "YES YOU! It was your idea to come in
here and now we are both going to be grounded"

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As their adrenaline rushes and argument begins to rise,
the boys are yelling over each other like no other. Then
all of a sudden, the lights shut off. In the heat of their
argument, the boys are quiet at once knowing that they
are really in trouble.

The boys had no idea what to do. They tried
numerous times to open the door or turn on the lights and
none of it was working. After an hour passed by, Jackson
felt so much guilt he started to yell "I AM SORRY! I will
NEVER do this again!!! PPLEAASEE someone help!"
After losing hope of getting out Gabriel says
"Jackson...that won't do any-" Before he could finish his
sentence the door pops open. The brother run out of the
closet so quick, they were not able to process the fact that
they door opened out of nowhere. After getting out they
shut the closet door behind them, coming to realize they
left their candy in there. Not only the big candy bars, but
the candy from the entire night.

After realizing this at the same time they look at each
other and Jackson says "We are not going back in"
Gabriel immediately replies and says "AGREED" The
boys run of the closet and out of the house. As they were
leaving they noticed how the candy bowl was filled to
brim just like how it was before they grabbed all of the
candy bars. They brushed off the thought knowing they
were lucky to be out without getting caught. As they were
leaving they saw two boys come up and take multiple

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candy bars, even though the sign said only take one.
Gabriel says "Hey guys, only take one. That's what the
sign says." The boy replied and said "No one is
watching" and his friend responded and said "It doesn't
matter...everyone does it!" Jackson responds,
"Whatever..."

As the brothers went home empty handed they were
really sad they didn't get any candy. They met with their
mother where they originally planned and without saying
anything she hands them each one candy bar. The
brothers look each other confused knowing that she not
only didn't ask about their candy baskets, but gave them
a candy bar. The boys examine the candy bar all around
to see if it was too good to be true. When the boys turn
their candy around, they see a note on the back. "Never
take more than one candy bar ever again" Jackson reads
on the back of his candy bar. Gabriel finishes the
sentence by reading the back of his candy bar, "Even if
no one is watching."

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早晨，花格子大象艾玛正要动身去散步，老虎来了。

"艾玛，"他说，"不知道从哪来了个不认识的外乡家伙，一举一动样子怪怪的。他好好地蹦蹦跳着，又一下子倒在地上。"

"外乡家伙我们看不惯，会觉得他们一举一动样子怪怪的。"艾玛说。

"我觉得他看上去很不快活。"老虎说。

就在这时候，狮子来了。"你好，艾玛。你好，老虎。"他说，"艾玛，这儿来了个不认识的外乡家伙。他这个......这个......"

"蹦蹦跳，"老虎说，"艾玛知道了。"

"然后，他又......他又......"

"然后，他又倒在地上，"老虎把狮子的话接下去说完，"艾玛也知道了。"

"对，还有，他看上去......这个......"

"很不快活，"老虎说，"艾玛也知道了。"

"我们去看看吧，"艾玛平心静气地说。

他们一起来到林子里一块空地上。"他一直在这里蹦蹦跳的。"老虎说。

"然后倒在地上，"狮子加上一句说，"瞧，他来了。"

一只袋鼠一大跳一大跳地跳到空地上来。接着他停下来，不知怎么办好，然后就倒在地上了。最后他爬起来，哭鼻子说："我没办法做到。"

"他很不快活。"狮子说。

"我们来跟他谈谈吧。"艾玛说。

"你好，袋鼠。"艾玛说，"出什么事儿了？"

"你们好，"袋鼠吸吸鼻子说，"我没办法跳起来。我一跳就倒在地上。就要比赛跳了，我特地偷偷到这里来练跳。可是没有用，大家要笑话我的。"

"可你刚才不是跳得好好的吗？"老虎说。

"奥，不对。我刚才只是一路蹦蹦蹦，做好跳的准备。'蹦'我倒是个能手。"袋鼠说，这时候长颈鹿正好经过，他蹦得比长颈鹿还高。

"太棒了太棒了！"老虎说。

"可是我一想到跳，我就倒在地上。"袋鼠叹着气说。

"这件事儿得想一想，"艾玛说，"我们明天再来。"

一路回家的时候，狮子问："艾玛，我知道我有点笨，可蹦不就是跳吗？"

"是的，狮子，"艾玛说，"不过袋鼠认为跳是很难的事，很不得了的事。就像你有时候越想入睡越没法入睡那样。当你不去想它的时候，你很快就入睡了。"

"狮子从来没有这个问题。"老虎说。

艾玛哈哈笑着，离开了他们。

第二天早晨，艾玛跟狮子和老虎交代了几句以后，就去见袋鼠。

"来吧，袋鼠，"他说，"狮子和老虎在河边等着呢。"

艾玛一步一步走，袋鼠蹦蹦跳着，一会儿在他后面，一会儿在他前面，一会儿在他身边，有时候还从他头上跳过去。

到了河边，他们看到狮子和老虎在河对岸，是艾玛叫他们等在那里的。

"见鬼！"艾玛说，"我们要湿脚了。"

袋鼠听了哈哈大笑，他狠狠一跳，就跳到了狮子和老虎身边。

"跳得真了不起！"老虎说。

"你是说'蹦'吧？"袋鼠说，"我不会跳。"

狮子咯咯笑。"蹦就是跳啊。"

"狮子说得对，"艾玛说，"你就别管什么跳不跳，蹦就是了。好了，现在让我们去参加比赛吧！"

袋鼠带路走，很高兴有几位新朋友陪着他去。他们到那里时，比赛正好开始。

过了一会儿，艾玛说："去吧，袋鼠，现在轮到你上场了。"

这时候只听到掌声雷动，一只白袋鼠刚跳完，跳得好高。

"很难赢过他的。"站在艾玛身边的袋鼠说。

艾玛对狮子和老虎说了两句悄悄话，他们做了个鬼脸，就走到比那只白袋鼠刚才落地的地方还要远的地方。

袋鼠正准备跳这会儿，艾玛说了声："见鬼！我们要湿脚了！"

袋鼠哈哈大笑，又是一蹦，正好落在狮子和老虎身边。

就是这一跳夺得了金牌。

袋鼠很感谢艾玛、狮子和老虎帮了他的忙。"你们让我想起了那条河，"他说。"我在没想到跳这回事儿。"

一路回家的时候，狮子说："我觉得真怪，我们原本是......是......"

"是不认识的。"老虎把他的话说完。

"不错，"艾玛笑着说，"可现在我们全都是...... 是......"

"是朋友！"他们一起哈哈大笑起来。

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Turtle Story

Author: Kartik Shanker

Illustrator: Maya Ramaswamy

I had heard wonderful things about a place called the Reef where

a lot of other turtles lived. Everyone said the Reef was the fairyland

of the ocean. They said it was full of beautiful,

brightly-coloured creatures, both harmless ones like the clown fish

and poisonous ones like the scorpion fish.

I wondered how I would find it.

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"Good name, Sir," I mumbled.

"Where are you going, Sir?" I continued. "To the

Reef to live with the other turtles?"

"Ah," sighed the leatherback. "I wish I had that

luxury. But no, I am too busy searching for jellyfish.

They are all I eat."

"Where do you find them?" I asked.

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"Of course, Sir," I said. "But before you go, could

you tell me where I might find the Reef?"

"That way," said the leatherback, pointing with a

flipper as he swam off.

"Thank you, Sir, and happy hunting!" I called out as

I swam towards the reef.

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"How will I know it's time?" I asked eagerly as she swam away.

"You will, trust me," was all she would say.

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It wasn't an easy journey. Along the way, there were many dangers. Though I was now bigger than most of

the fish, there were still sharks that could catch us.

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Once I had moved past the high-tide line, the sand became very dry

and flew all around me as I dragged myself forward with my front flippers.

It is very difficult to move on land. I paused to take a breath and looked up.

The beach was long and dark.

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They will swim against the waves and dive under the oncoming breakers.

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今天睡前故事小编给大家介绍的绘本故事叫做《小兔子走丢了》，讲的正是成长中的儿童该如何面对挫折的问题。

今天是个特殊的日子，小兔子觉得自己长大了。

这天，全家一起去兔子世界玩。

小兔子什么都想玩，可妈妈总是说它还太小了，不能玩。

找呀找，终于找到了可以玩的游戏。玩得开心的小兔子突然发现妈妈不见了......

小兔子该怎么办呢？

生日，对孩子来说，意味着长大一岁，但面对成长中那些必然来袭的"挫折"，他们心理上、思想上都准备好了吗？

小兔子一早醒来，想起这是个特殊的日子。

"今天是我的生日。"

他说，"我不再是小兔子了！"

他跳下床，看到一堆可爱的礼物，

还有一只好大的红气球。

全家人都看着他打开礼物。

"生日快乐！小兔子。"

他们欢呼，"还有一个惊喜......"

"兔子世界的门票，大家全都有！"

从小兔子记事起，他就盼着去兔子世界了。

他兴奋极了。

妈妈预备了一份特别的生日野餐，

不一会儿，大家都准备好了。

他们出发去兔子世界，

小兔子和他的红气球在前面带路。

小兔子带领大家穿过田野，

"不要跑得太远！"爸爸大声说。

"可是，今天我过生日，

现在我是大兔子了！"

小兔子叫着，他还是跑在最前面。

在一座小山顶上，小兔子突然停住了，大家都追了上来。

"看！"小兔子说，"兔子世界！好大呀！"他又跑起来。

等他们来到兔子世界，

小兔子不知道该先玩哪个，

每一项他都想立刻开始。

"不要跑远了！"妈妈叫他，

"这里兔子太多，你会走丢的。

你要待在我身边。"

"可是，今天我过生日，我是大兔子了。"

小兔子说，"我不会走丢的。"

小兔子飞奔向前，

经过了海盗船和胡萝卜快艇。

有这么多好看的，有这么多好玩的！

"妈妈，你可以推我荡秋千吗？

我可以玩攀爬架吗？"

"对不起，小兔子，你还太小了。

不过，你可以玩旋转滑梯。"妈妈说。

"那是小宝宝们玩的，妈妈。

今天是我的生日，我是大兔子了。

我想玩那个！"小兔子说，他指着......

......大过山车，

"对不起，小兔子，你还太小了。"妈妈说。

于是，小兔子只能看着哥哥姐姐们飞驰而过。

不一会儿，小兔子就看腻了。

"这不公平，"他自言自语，

"今天是我的生日，我是大兔子了，

为什么我不能像别的兔子那样，

玩一些真正有趣的节目呢？"

"哇！"小兔子叫起来，

"不知道我的新火箭会不会飞得这么快？"

"耶，弹力堡！

这个游戏，我是可以玩的。"

于是，小兔子爬了上去，

他蹦啊跳啊，简直要飞起来，直到--

"咦？"小兔子说，

"妈妈哪儿去了？爸爸呢？"

他忽然觉得，自己原来是那么小。

小兔子问几位大一些的兔子：

"请问，你们见过我妈妈吗？"

他又向几位成年兔子打听。

可是，谁也没见过小兔子的妈妈。

"有人见过我妈妈吗？"小兔子问。

小兔子哭了起来，

剩下他孤单单的一个，不知道该怎么办。

兔子们围了上来，

纷纷问小兔子关于他妈妈的事。

就在这时，从喧闹中，小兔子听到一个声音......

"小兔子，你在这里，我们都担心坏了！"

那是妈妈，"谢天谢地，幸亏有你的红气球。

我还想，也许我们再也找不到你了。"

小兔子太高兴了，他哭得更厉害了。

"对不起，妈妈。

我仍旧是你的小兔子，我会待在你身边的。"

小兔子说。"好啦，我想，

今天大家已经在兔子世界玩得很尽兴了。"妈妈说。

兔子家族坐下来享受小兔子的生日野餐。

小兔子确定自己和妈妈离得非常近。

"还有最后一个惊喜......"妈妈说。

"生日快乐，小兔子！"

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小兔子走丢了的故事-绘本故事阅读

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今天睡前故事小编给大家介绍的绘本故事叫做《小兔子走丢了》，讲的正是成长中的儿童该如何面对挫折的问题。

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Long ago in France there lived a King and Queen. More than anything, they longed for a child. At last, to their great happiness, the Queen gave birth to a little girl. All the bells in the land were rung with joy.

The King and Queen invited all the fairies in the kingdom to the Naming Party for the baby. And what a party it was! Plates and silverware of pure gold were set with care before each guest. But one fairy, Maleficent, who had left 50 years before and had not been seen in all that time, showed up at the door. Quickly the King and Queen found a place setting for the new guest. But alas, the plate and the silverware were not of pure gold. This made the old fairy very angry.

Soon it was time for each Fairy to give her blessing to the baby. When it came to Maleficent's turn, she stood up and pointed her long finger at the sleeping baby girl in the cradle.

"I declare, before all of you," Maleficent called out, "that this child, on her 16 th birthday, shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!"

With a whoosh of smoke, the evil fairy vanished. Everyone cried out with alarm, as you can imagine. But one fairy had not yet given her blessing. The King and Queen asked this fairy, whose name was Merryweather, to reverse the curse. Merryweather shook her head sadly - that was not possible. But she could soften the curse.

"On her 16 th birthday," she said, "when the princess pricks her finger on the spinning wheel, instead of dying she will fall asleep for 100 years."

"One hundred years!" said the Queen. "After our daughter turns 16, we will not know her anymore!"

The King ordered every spinning wheel in the kingdom to be brought to the palace and burned. To be extra sure the princess would not be anywhere near a spinning wheel, he also ordered the fairy Merryweather, along with two other fairies, Flora and Fauna, to take the baby far away.

The fairies would raise the child in a cottage, deep in the woods. There, they would keep her safe until after her 16 th birthday. After that day it would be safe to bring back the princess, who had been named Aurora, to the castle.

Aurora grew up knowing no others than the three fairies, whom she knew as her aunts. The animals of the forest were her friends.

The birds and the deer, the chipmunks and the rabbits, followed her around as she fed them treats and cooed to them.

From the time she was little, Aurora was told she must stay inside the hills that surrounded them. She did not mind that in the least. The woods were wide and deep inside the hills, and there was plenty of room for her to play.

One day, Aurora came home to the cottage to find her three aunts preparing for a party. "What's going on?" she said.

"Tonight we will celebrate your 16 th birthday!" said Flora.

"It is?" said Aurora. "That means tomorrow I go back to the castle!"

"Yes!" said Merryweather. "We have kept you safe from that spinning wheel for 16 years. Soon it will be time for you to take up your royal life as a princess."

"And the first thing for you will be to get married," said Fauna.

"Married, already?" said Aurora. "Do you know who I'm supposed to marry?"

"We do," said Fauna with a wave of her hand, "but there's no need to worry about that. Even if he's a bit strange, some might say a bit horrid, you won't have to spend much time with him,after all."

"And he does come from a fine family," Flora added with a quick smile.

"Wait a minute!" said Aurora, pulling back. "Why do you say he's a bit horrid?"

"It's best not focus on such things, dear," said Merryweather.

"Just do everything your husband tells you to do," said Flora, "and you will be fine."

"This is not turning out like I thought!" cried Aurora. "How long do I have to stay married?"

"For the rest of your life, of course," said Fauna.

"No, no, this is all wrong!" cried Aurora. She turned away, then said in a firm voice, "I would rather prick my finger on a spinning wheel and fall asleep for 100 years than have to marry someone I don't want to marry! Maybe by the time I wake up, people won't have to get married if they don't want to!" And she ran out the door.

"Dear me," said Merryweather to the other two fairies. "I don't believe that went over very well."

Aurora ran deep into the woods where her animal friends lived.

A deer hopped beside her, along with the rabbits and chipmunks. "We have to get out of here," she said to all of them. Then pointing to a mountain pass, she said, "We will go right through the hills."

Soon Aurora came to a road. In the distance was a carriage, coming closer to her. As the rider approached, her animal friends scattered.

"Hail!" said the stranger. "I'm afraid my carriage scared away your pets. May I give you a lift?"

Aurora had never seen a man before. But she couldn't think about that - unless she could find a spinning wheel, the very next day her aunts would take her back to the palace.

"Actually," said Aurora to the stranger, "there is something I need a great deal."

"What's that?" said the stranger, hopping out of the carriage. Very nicely dressed was he, and well mannered, too.

"A spinning wheel," said Aurora.

"A spinning wheel!" said the stranger. "But there are none left in the land - everyone knows that."

"Well, you see," said Aurora, rubbing her hands together, "I have this friend. She needs a spinning wheel in the worst way." Aurora looked directly at the stranger. "It's a matter of life or death."

The stranger looked at Aurora's eyes. At last, he said, "I may know of one," he said. "But this needs to stay between you and me." The stranger stepped closer.

"Not far from here lives an old woman who spun yarn all her life. When the orders came to burn all the spinning wheels, she could not bear to let go of her beloved spinning wheel since it had been in her family for many years. She came to me," he said, pointing down the road, "as I'm a prince from the next kingdom. She begged me to let her store it away safely. So I put it in the attic room of my castle tower, where no one ever goes, until the 16 years had passed."

"Would you take me to your castle tower?" said Aurora.

"I shouldn't," said the prince. Then after a moment, he said, "But I will."

She stepped onto his carriage. Soon they were at the tower, and they both stepped out. The prince said, "This is not for your friend, is it?"

"Thank you for taking me here," said Aurora. "I will always remember your kindness. Now if you please, I must do what I must do."

Aurora turned and went up the tower stairs to the very last stair. The door in front of her creaked open. Inside, all was dark and musty. She could barely take a step for all the spider webs.

But she pushed them aside and stepped forward. There, in a far corner, was the spinning wheel. From a small window, she could tell the sun was already setting. "I hope this works," she said, "before it's too late."

Aurora held out her finger to the tip of the spindle. She pricked her finger on that spindle. One tiny droplet of blood dripped from her finger. At once, Aurora felt dizzy. She fell onto an old dusty velvet blanket that lay on the attic floor, and fell into a deep sleep. Moments later, all the others in the castle, servants and royals alike, fell asleep too, and so did the prince, who was still waiting for her outside the tower. Within hours, thorns and vines had sprung up and wrapped around the castle, so thickly that no human or beast could pass through.

For 100 years, Aurora and the others slept.

After 100 years had passed, Aurora blinked her eyes awake. Then all the others in the castle also awoke. Everyone started to do what they had been doing when they had fallen asleep 100 years before. The thorns and vines around the castle melted away.

Aurora stepped down the tower stairs to find the prince.

Together, they stepped into the prince's carriage. Down the road to the market square, they discovered a whole new world. Bicycles and streetcars, cameras and streetlights - such marvels to behold!

Perhaps best of all, they learned that in this strange new time, it was quite all right for young women and men to get to know each other, if that's what they wanted to do, and even perhaps to fall in love.

As Aurora and the Prince took each other's hand to explore this wonderful new world together, that is exactly what they wanted to do.

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Sleeping Beauty, The Princess Aurora Fairy Tale. The Tale of the cursed Princess Aurora & the Spinning Wheel -bedtime stories for kids.

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The Magic Shop is a Classic Story. Let us enjoy reading this one.

I had seen the Magic Shop from afar several times; I had passed it once or twice, a shop window of alluring little objects, magic balls, magic hens, wonderful cones, ventriloquist dolls, the material of the basket trick, packs of cards that looked all right, and all that sort of thing, but never had I thought of going in until one day, almost without warning, Gip hauled me by my finger right up to the window, and so conducted himself that there was nothing for it but to take him in. I had not thought the place was there, to tell the truth--a modest-sized frontage in Regent Street, between the picture shop and the place where the chicks run about just out of patent incubators, but there it was sure enough. I had fancied it was down nearer the Circus, or round the corner in Oxford Street, or even in Holborn; always over the way and a little inaccessible it had been, with something of the mirage in its position; but here it was now quite indisputably, and the fat end of Gip's pointing finger made a noise upon the glass.

"If I was rich," said Gip, dabbing a finger at the Disappearing Egg, "I'd buy myself that. And that"--which was The Crying Baby, Very Human --and that," which was a mystery, and called, so a neat card asserted, "Buy One and Astonish Your Friends."

"Anything," said Gip, "will disappear under one of those cones. I have read about it in a book.

"And there, dadda, is the Vanishing Halfpenny--, only they've put it this way up so's we can't see how it's done."

Gip, dear boy, inherits his mother's breeding, and he did not propose to enter the shop or worry in any way; only, you know, quite unconsciously he lugged my finger doorward, and he made his interest clear.

"That," he said, and pointed to the Magic Bottle.

"If you had that?" I said; at which promising inquiry he looked up with a sudden radiance.

"I could show it to Jessie," he said, thoughtful as ever of others.

"It's less than a hundred days to your birthday, Gibbles," I said, and laid my hand on the door-handle.

Gip made no answer, but his grip tightened on my finger, and so we came into the shop.

It was no common shop this; it was a magic shop, and all the prancing precedence Gip would have taken in the matter of mere toys was wanting. He left the burthen of the conversation to me.

It was a little, narrow shop, not very well lit, and the door-bell pinged again with a plaintive note as we closed it behind us. For a moment or so we were alone and could glance about us. There was a tiger in papier-mache on the glass case that covered the low counter--a grave, kind-eyed tiger that waggled his head in a methodical manner; there were several crystal spheres, a china hand holding magic cards, a stock of magic fish-bowls in various sizes, and an immodest magic hat that shamelessly displayed its springs. On the floor were magic mirrors; one to draw you out long and thin, one to swell your head and vanish your legs, and one to make you short and fat like a draught; and while we were laughing at these the shopman, as I suppose, came in. At any rate, there he was behind the counter--a curious, sallow, dark man, with one ear larger than the other and a chin like the toe-cap of a boot.

"What can we have the pleasure?" he said, spreading his long, magic fingers on the glass case; and so with a start we were aware of him.

"I want," I said, "to buy my little boy a few simple tricks."

"Legerdemain?" he asked. "Mechanical? Domestic?"

"Anything amusing?" said I.

"Um!" said the shopman, and scratched his head for a moment as if thinking. Then, quite distinctly, he drew from his head a glass ball. "Something in this way?" he said, and held it out.

The action was unexpected. I had seen the trick done at entertainments endless times before--it's part of the common stock of conjurers-- but I had not expected it here.

"That's good," I said, with a laugh.

"Isn't it?" said the shopman.

Gip stretched out his disengaged hand to take this object and found merely a blank palm.

"It's in your pocket," said the shopman, and there it was!

"How much will that be?" I asked.

"We make no charge for glass balls," said the shopman politely. "We get them,"--he picked one out of his elbow as he spoke--"free." He produced another from the back of his neck, and laid it beside its predecessor on the counter. Gip regarded his glass ball sagely, then directed a look of inquiry at the two on the counter, and finally brought his round-eyed scrutiny to the shopman, who smiled.

"You may have those too," said the shopman, "and, if you don't mind, one from my mouth. So!"

Gip counselled me mutely for a moment, and then in a profound silence put away the four balls, resumed my reassuring finger, and nerved himself for the next event.

"We get all our smaller tricks in that way," the shopman remarked.

I laughed in the manner of one who subscribes to a jest. "Instead of going to the wholesale shop," I said. "Of course, it's cheaper."

"In a way," the shopman said. "Though we pay in the end. But not so heavily--as people suppose. . . . Our larger tricks, and our daily provisions and all the other things we want, we get out of that hat. . . And you know, sir, if you'll excuse my saying it, there isn't a wholesale shop, not for Genuine Magic goods, sir. I don't know if you noticed our inscription--the Genuine Magic shop." He drew a business-card from his cheek and handed it to me. "Genuine," he said, with his finger on the word, and added, "There is absolutely no deception, sir."

He seemed to be carrying out the joke pretty thoroughly, I thought.

He turned to Gip with a smile of remarkable affability. "You, you know, are the Right Sort of Boy."

I was surprised at his knowing that, because, in the interests of discipline, we keep it rather a secret even at home; but Gip received it in unflinching silence, keeping a steadfast eye on him.

"It's only the Right Sort of Boy gets through that doorway."

And, as if by way of illustration, there came a rattling at the door, and a squeaking little voice could be faintly heard. "Nyar! I warn 'a go in there, dadda, I warn 'a go in there. Ny-a-a-ah!" and then the accents of a down-trodden parent, urging consolations and propitiations. "It's locked, Edward," he said.

"But it isn't," said I.

"It is, sir," said the shopman, "always--for that sort of child," and as he spoke we had a glimpse of the other youngster, a little, white face, pallid from sweet-eating and over-sapid food, and distorted by evil passions, a ruthless little egotist, pawing at the enchanted pane. "It's no good, sir," said the shopman, as I moved, with my natural helpfulness, doorward, and presently the spoilt child was carried off howling.

"How do you manage that?" I said, breathing a little more freely.

"Magic!" said the shopman, with a careless wave of the hand, and behold! sparks of coloured fire flew out of his fingers and vanished into the shadows of the shop.

"You were saying," he said, addressing himself to Gip, "before you came in, that you would like one of our 'Buy One and Astonish your Friends' boxes?"

Gip, after a gallant effort, said "Yes."

"It's in your pocket."

And leaning over the counter--he really had an extraordinarily long body--this amazing person produced the article in the customary conjurer's manner. "Paper," he said, and took a sheet out of the empty hat with the springs; "string," and behold his mouth was a string-box, from which he drew an unending thread, which when he had tied his parcel he bit off--and, it seemed to me, swallowed the ball of string. And then he lit a candle at the nose of one of the ventriloquist's dummies, stuck one of his fingers (which had become sealing-wax red) into the flame, and so sealed the parcel. "Then there was the Disappearing Egg," he remarked, and produced one from within my coat-breast and packed it, and also The Crying Baby, Very Human. I handed each parcel to Gip as it was ready, and he clasped them to his chest.

He said very little, but his eyes were eloquent; the clutch of his arms was eloquent. He was the playground of unspeakable emotions. These, you know, were real Magics. Then, with a start, I discovered something moving about in my hat--something soft and jumpy. I whipped it off, and a ruffled pigeon--no doubt a confederate--dropped out and ran on the counter, and went, I fancy, into a cardboard box behind the papier-mache tiger. "Tut, tut!" said the shopman, dexterously relieving me of my headdress; "careless bird, and--as I live--nesting!" He shook my hat, and shook out into his extended hand two or three eggs, a large marble, a watch, about half-a-dozen of the inevitable glass balls, and then crumpled, crinkled paper, more and more and more, talking all the time of the way in which people neglect to brush their hats inside as well as out, politely, of course, but with a certain personal application. "All sorts of things accumulate, sir. . . . Not you, of course, in particular. . . . Nearly every customer. . . . Astonishing what they carry about with them. . . ." The crumpled paper rose and billowed on the counter more and more and more, until he was nearly hidden from us, until he was altogether hidden, and still his voice went on and on. "We none of us know what the fair semblance of a human being may conceal, sir. Are we all then no better than brushed exteriors, whited sepulchres--"

His voice stopped--exactly like when you hit a neighbour's gramophone with a well-aimed brick, the same instant silence, and the rustle of the paper stopped, and everything was still. . . .

"Have you done with my hat?" I said, after an interval.

There was no answer.

I stared at Gip, and Gip stared at me, and there were our distortions in the magic mirrors, looking very rum, and grave, and quiet. . . .

"I think we'll go now," I said. "Will you tell me how much all this comes to? . . . .

"I say," I said, on a rather louder note, "I want the bill; and my hat, please."

It might have been a sniff from behind the paper pile. . . .

"Let's look behind the counter, Gip," I said. "He's making fun of us."

I led Gip round the head-wagging tiger, and what do you think there was behind the counter? No one at all! Only my hat on the floor, and a common conjurer's lop-eared white rabbit lost in meditation, and looking as stupid and crumpled as only a conjurer's rabbit can do. I resumed my hat, and the rabbit lolloped a lollop or so out of my way.

"Dadda!" said Gip, in a guilty whisper.

"What is it, Gip?" said I.

"I do like this shop, dadda."

"So should I," I said to myself, "if the counter wouldn't suddenly extend itself to shut one off from the door." But I didn't call Gip's attention to that. "Pussy!" he said, with a hand out to the rabbit as it came lolloping past us; "Pussy, do Gip a magic!" and his eyes followed it as it squeezed through a door I had certainly not remarked a moment before. Then this door opened wider, and the man with one ear larger than the other appeared again. He was smiling still, but his eye met mine with something between amusement and defiance. "You'd like to see our show-room, sir," he said, with an innocent suavity. Gip tugged my finger forward. I glanced at the counter and met the shopman's eye again. I was beginning to think the magic just a little too genuine. "We haven't VERY much time," I said. But somehow we were inside the show-room before I could finish that. "All goods of the same quality," said the shopman, rubbing his flexible hands together, "and that is the Best. Nothing in the place that isn't genuine Magic, and warranted thoroughly rum. Excuse me, sir!"

I felt him pull at something that clung to my coat-sleeve, and then I saw he held a little, wriggling red demon by the tail--the little creature bit and fought and tried to get at his hand--and in a moment he tossed it carelessly behind a counter. No doubt the thing was only an image of twisted indiarubber, but for the moment--! And his gesture was exactly that of a man who handles some petty biting bit of vermin. I glanced at Gip, but Gip was looking at a magic rocking- horse. I was glad he hadn't seen the thing. "I say," I said, in an undertone, and indicating Gip and the red demon with my eyes, "you haven't many things like that about, have you?" "None of ours! Probably brought it with you," said the shopman-- also in an undertone, and with a more dazzling smile than ever. "Astonishing what people will carry about with them unawares!" And then to Gip, "Do you see anything you fancy here?"

There were many things that Gip fancied there.

He turned to this astonishing tradesman with mingled confidence and respect. "Is that a Magic Sword?" he said. "A Magic Toy Sword. It neither bends, breaks, nor cuts the fingers. It renders the bearer invincible in battle against any one under eighteen. Half-a-crown to seven and sixpence, according to size. These panoplies on cards are for juvenile knights-errant and very useful-- shield of safety, sandals of swiftness, helmet of invisibility."

"Oh, daddy!" gasped Gip.

I tried to find out what they cost, but the shopman did not heed me. He had got Gip now; he had got him away from my finger; he had embarked upon the exposition of all his confounded stock, and nothing was going to stop him. Presently I saw with a qualm of distrust and something very like jealousy that Gip had hold of this person's finger as usually he has hold of mine. No doubt the fellow was interesting, I thought, and had an interestingly faked lot of stuff, really good faked stuff, still-

I wandered after them, saying very little, but keeping an eye on this prestidigital fellow. After all, Gip was enjoying it. And no doubt when the time came to go we should be able to go quite easily.

It was a long, rambling place, that show-room, a gallery broken up by stands and stalls and pillars, with archways leading off to other departments, in which the queerest-looking assistants loafed and stared at one, and with perplexing mirrors and curtains. So perplexing, indeed, were these that I was presently unable to make out the door by which we had come.

The shopman showed Gip magic trains that ran without steam or clockwork, just as you set the signals, and then some very, very valuable boxes of soldiers that all came alive directly you took off the lid and said--. I myself haven't a very quick ear and it was a tongue- twisting sound, but Gip--he has his mother's ear--got it in no time. "Bravo!" said the shopman, putting the men back into the box unceremoniously and handing it to Gip. "Now," said the shopman, and in a moment Gip had made them all alive again.

"You'll take that box?" asked the shopman.

"We'll take that box," said I, "unless you charge its full value. In which case it would need a Trust Magnate--" "Dear heart! No!" and the shopman swept the little men back again, shut the lid, waved the box in the air, and there it was, in brown paper, tied up and--with Gip's full name and address on the paper!

The shopman laughed at my amazement.

"This is the genuine magic," he said. "The real thing."

"It's a little too genuine for my taste," I said again.

After that he fell to showing Gip tricks, odd tricks, and still odder the way they were done. He explained them, he turned them inside out, and there was the dear little chap nodding his busy bit of a head in the sagest manner. I did not attend as well as I might. "Hey, presto!" said the Magic Shopman, and then would come the clear, small "Hey, presto!" of the boy. But I was distracted by other things. It was being borne in upon me just how tremendously rum this place was; it was, so to speak, inundated by a sense of rumness. There was something a little rum about the fixtures even, about the ceiling, about the floor, about the casually distributed chairs. I had a queer feeling that whenever I wasn't looking at them straight they went askew, and moved about, and played a noiseless puss-in-the-corner behind my back. And the cornice had a serpentine design with masks--masks altogether too expressive for proper plaster.

Then abruptly my attention was caught by one of the odd-looking assistants. He was some way off and evidently unaware of my presence-- I saw a sort of three-quarter length of him over a pile of toys and through an arch--and, you know, he was leaning against a pillar in an idle sort of way doing the most horrid things with his features! The particular horrid thing he did was with his nose. He did it just as though he was idle and wanted to amuse himself. First of all it was a short, blobby nose, and then suddenly he shot it out like a telescope, and then out it flew and became thinner and thinner until it was like a long, red, flexible whip. Like a thing in a nightmare it was! He flourished it about and flung it forth as a fly-fisher flings his line. My instant thought was that Gip mustn't see him. I turned about, and there was Gip quite preoccupied with the shopman, and thinking no evil. They were whispering together and looking at me. Gip was standing on a little stool, and the shopman was holding a sort of big drum in his hand.

"Hide and seek, dadda!" cried Gip. "You're He!"

And before I could do anything to prevent it, the shopman had clapped the big drum over him. I saw what was up directly. "Take that off," I cried, "this instant! You'll frighten the boy. Take it off!"

The shopman with the unequal ears did so without a word, and held the big cylinder towards me to show its emptiness. And the little stool was vacant! In that instant my boy had utterly disappeared? . .

You know, perhaps, that sinister something that comes like a hand out of the unseen and grips your heart about. You know it takes your common self away and leaves you tense and deliberate, neither slow nor hasty, neither angry nor afraid. So it was with me.

I came up to this grinning shopman and kicked his stool aside.

"Stop this folly!" I said. "Where is my boy?"

"You see," he said, still displaying the drum's interior, "there is no deception---"

I put out my hand to grip him, and he eluded me by a dexterous movement. I snatched again, and he turned from me and pushed open a door to escape. "Stop!" I said, and he laughed, receding. I leapt after him--into utter darkness.

THUD!

"Lor' bless my 'eart! I didn't see you coming, sir!"

I was in Regent Street, and I had collided with a decent-looking working man; and a yard away, perhaps, and looking a little perplexed with himself, was Gip. There was some sort of apology, and then Gip had turned and come to me with a bright little smile, as though for a moment he had missed me.

And he was carrying four parcels in his arm!

He secured immediate possession of my finger.

For the second I was rather at a loss. I stared round to see the door of the magic shop, and, behold, it was not there! There was no door, no shop, nothing, only the common pilaster between the shop where they sell pictures and the window with the chicks! . . .

I did the only thing possible in that mental tumult; I walked straight to the kerbstone and held up my umbrella for a cab.

"'Ansoms," said Gip, in a note of culminating exultation.

I helped him in, recalled my address with an effort, and got in also. Something unusual proclaimed itself in my tail-coat pocket, and I felt and discovered a glass ball. With a petulant expression I flung it into the street. Gip said nothing.

For a space neither of us spoke.

"Dada!" said Gip, at last, "that was a proper shop!"

I came round with that to the problem of just how the whole thing had seemed to him. He looked completely undamaged--so far, good; he was neither scared nor unhinged, he was simply tremendously satisfied with the afternoon's entertainment, and there in his arms were the four parcels.

Confound it! what could be in them?

"Um!" I said. "Little boys can't go to shops like that every day."

He received this with his usual stoicism, and for a moment I was sorry I was his father and not his mother, and so couldn't suddenly there, coram publico, in our hansom, kiss him. After all, I thought, the thing wasn't so very bad.

But it was only when we opened the parcels that I really began to be reassured. Three of them contained boxes of soldiers, quite ordinary lead soldiers, but of so good a quality as to make Gip altogether forget that originally these parcels had been Magic Tricks of the only genuine sort, and the fourth contained a kitten, a little living white kitten, in excellent health and appetite and temper.

I saw this unpacking with a sort of provisional relief. I hung about in the nursery for quite an unconscionable time. . . .

That happened six months ago. And now I am beginning to believe it is all right. The kitten had only the magic natural to all kittens, and the soldiers seem as steady a company as any colonel could desire. And Gip--? The intelligent parent will understand that I have to go cautiously with Gip.

But I went so far as this one day. I said, "How would you like your soldiers to come alive, Gip, and march about by themselves?"

"Mine do," said Gip. "I just have to say a word I know before I open the lid."

"Then they march about alone?"

"Oh, quite, dadda. I shouldn't like them if they didn't do that."

I displayed no unbecoming surprise, and since then I have taken occasion to drop in upon him once or twice, unannounced, when the soldiers were about, but so far I have never discovered them performing in anything like a magical manner.

It's so difficult to tell.

There's also a question of finance. I have an incurable habit of paying bills. I have been up and down Regent Street several times, looking for that shop. I am inclined to think, indeed, that in that matter honour is satisfied, and that, since Gip's name and address are known to them, I may very well leave it to these people, whoever they may be, to send in their bill in their own time.

Author: H.G. Wells

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A soft and fluffy Velveteen Rabbit lived in a toybox in a Boy's room. Each day, the Boy opened the toybox and picked up Velveteen Rabbit. And Velveteen Rabbit was happy.

Then newer, brighter toys came into the toybox. They had special tricks. Some could move when the Boy pushed a button. Others bounced high.

Velveteen Rabbit had no special tricks or buttons. No wonder the Boy started to choose these other new toys.

At night, when the toys were back all in the toy box, the other toys talked with pride about the fine things they could do. Velveteen Rabbit was quiet. There was not much to say.

Only one other toy in the toy box was like Velveteen Rabbit. Cowboy Horse was also a soft, fluffy toy. But he was old. Most of his hair was worn away.

Cowboy Horse said to Velveteen Rabbit, "Soft toys like us are really the lucky ones. We get loved the most. And when soft toys get loved and loved, we can become Real."

"What is Real?" said Velveteen Rabbit.

"Being Real is the best," said Cowboy Horse. "You can move when you want to move. When you are Real, if you are loved, you can show your love back."

One day Nana, who took care of the Boy, flew open the lid of the toy box. She said in a busy tone, "Oh, dear! That walking doggie is missing. I must find something else for the Boy!" In a second, Velveteen Rabbit was plopped down onto the bed with the Boy.

This began another happy time for Velveteen Rabbit. Each night the Boy would hold Velveteen Rabbit close in his arms. In the morning, the Boy would show Velveteen Rabbit how to make rabbit holes under the sheets. If the Boy went outside to a picnic, or to the park, Velveteen Rabbit would come with him, too.

After awhile, with the hugging and holding, much of Velveteen Rabbit's fur got matted down. Its pink nose grew less pink with all the Boy's kisses. But Velveteen Rabbit did not care. It was happy.

One day the Boy became sick. His forehead got very hot. The doctor came and went. Nana walked back and forth in fear. Day after day, the Boy stayed in bed. There was nothing for Velveteen Rabbit to do but to stay in bed, too, day after day.

Then at last, the Boy got better. Such joy in the house! The doctor said the Boy must go to the shore. How wonderful! thought Velveteen Rabbit. Many times the Boy had talked happily about the shore, and told of its white sands and big blue ocean.

"What about this old bunny?" Nana asked the doctor.

"That old thing?" said the doctor. "It's full of scarlet fever germs. Burn it at once! Get him a new bunny."

So Velveteen Rabbit was thrown into a sack along with the Boy's bed sheets and old clothes and a lot of junk. The sack was carried to the backyard. The gardener was told to burn the whole thing.

But the gardener was too busy with picking the beans and peas before nightfall, so he left the sack behind. "I will take care of it tomorrow," he said. The sack was not tied at the top, and Velveteen Rabbit fell out.

The next day when the gardener picked up the sack to take it away to be burned, Velveteen Rabbit was not in it.

Then it started to rain. Velveteen Rabbit was sad. So far away from the Boy, never again to be nice and cozy together, and now soaking wet! A tear fell from Velveteen Rabbit's eye, over his cheek. It plopped onto the grass.

All at once, at the spot where the tear fell, a flower grew up. Then the bud of the flower opened. A tiny Fairy!

"Little Rabbit," said the Fairy. "Do you know who I am?"

"I wish I did," said Velveteen Rabbit.

"I am the Fairy that takes care of toys that are well loved," said the Fairy.

By then, Velveteen Rabbit was shabby and gray. The boy had loved off all of its whiskers. The pink lining in the ears had long turned grey. Its brown spots, once fresh and bright, were now faded and hard to see.

"It is time now for me to make you Real," said the Fairy.

"I think I remember Real," said Velveteen Rabbit. Now, what was it Cowboy Horse had said? Ah yes. When you are Real, you can move when you want to move. If you are loved, you can love back.

With one touch of the Fairy's wand, Velveteen Rabbit felt different. Tickly. All of a sudden, each one of its two legs sewn together tight, could move!

A fly landed on Velveteen Rabbit's head and it was itchy. As quick as a wink, that foot was up at the Velveteen Rabbit's head to scratch it off.

"So this is being Real"! "I can move when I want to move!"

"I will show you some new friends," said the Fairy. And the Fairy took Velveteen Rabbit where several rabbits ran and hopped about. Soon they were all great friends.

Time went by. The Boy was back from the shore. He was all better now.

One day, the Boy went to the backyard to play. From the trees nearby, a few rabbits hopped out. One rabbit was brown all over, and another one was all white. A third rabbit had brown spots, most of them faded. That one hopped the closest to the Boy.

The Boy thought, "Why, this rabbit looks just like my old Bunny that was lost when I was sick. I loved that Bunny!"

What he didn't know was that it was his very own Bunny, come back to see the boy. For he was the reason the Velveteen Rabbit had become Real.

Think & Share Questions --- Scroll Down to see what Other Kids have to Say!

Question 1: The Boy had to say goodbye to Velveteen Rabbit. Tell about a time when you had to leave behind something or someone that you loved.

Question 2: Velveteen Rabbit came back to the Boy at the end. Tell about a time when something came back to you that you loved.

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Now Suzie's moved in--she's only 4--along with her brother, her father and mother, and little Picador. He's their dog. Well, maybe half a dog. He's a Chihuahua, as small as they come.

Suzie's room is in the attic. It's no fun. With a high ceiling, cold and gloomy, and shadows that run halfway up the walls. Suzie hides under the blanket. Picador too. Come on, he's no guard dog.

Suzie's mom bought her a bear. A teddy bear named Teddy. He's big and fluffy and Suzie adores him. "I love you so much" she says. Then she wraps her arms around him, snuggling like a cat ready to purr while Picador buries himself in all that fur.

The Halloween House's attic may be scary, but Teddy's not. Around his neck he wears a blue scarf with red polka dots. On his back paws are black tennis shoes tied with lace and plenty of knots.

Something is silly about that teddy bear. He's got a goofy smile from ear to ear. It's kind of lopsided and sweet, although not quite complete. He was cheap when Suzie's mom bought him at the Dollar Store.

But his smile is always there.

When scratching and squeaking come from the walls,

Teddy smiles.

When clothes on the floor become strange figures in piles,

Teddy smiles.

When an invisible spider's miles of cobweb fades away in the morning,

Teddy smiles.

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今天分享绘本故事《胆小的老鼠》，吱吱是一只胆小的老鼠。他整天待在家里，不敢出去，他担心自己会迷路或遇到大黄猫。于是吱吱在腰上系了一根线，这样他可以顺利找到回家的路。最后，吱吱在姐姐咯吱的帮助下，战胜了大黄猫，吱吱终于发现原来大黄猫也没那么可怕。《胆小的老鼠》是一则教孩子战胜内心胆怯的绘本故事。

楼梯下的壁柜后面有一个小洞，洞里住着一个庞大的家庭，那就是老鼠一家。

最小的老鼠叫吱吱，他是一只小老鼠，一只胆小的老鼠，一只看家鼠。

一天晚，吱吱被姐姐咯吱叫醒了。

到厨房去，咯吱说，我看见了好吃的东西--一块跟车轮一样大的巧克力蛋糕！

吱吱喜欢巧克力，可他胆小太小了。

要是我迷路了，怎么办呢？他担心极了，要是我们碰到了那只绿眼睛的大黄猫呢？

那只猫已经睡了，咯吱说，而且，我可以让你不迷路。

咯吱拿来一个大绳球，她把一端系在吱吱的腰上。

待会儿，你所做的就是跟着这根绳子走，然后就可以找到回家的路了。

他们急急忙忙地走出老鼠洞，走到黑黑的走廊上。

吱吱拖着长长的绳子，紧紧跟着咯吱。可他们经过走廊时，吱吱看见了一条长长的有条纹的尾巴。

猫！猫！吱吱大叫起来，慌得来回乱窜。

别傻了，姐姐咯吱说。

姐姐咯吱说，这是一个围巾呀，有什么好怕的。

吱吱慢慢地从躲藏的地方出来。

咯吱和吱吱匆匆地经过餐厅。在桌椅上吃饼干屑的时候，吱吱看见有两只眼睛在黑暗中瞪着他。

猫！猫！吱吱又大叫起来，慌得来回乱窜。

别傻了，姐姐咯吱说。

是一个垫子呀！姐姐说。

我真傻！吱支自言自语。

两只老鼠就蹑手蹑脚地进了厨房，他们经过了地板和壁柜。吱支朝里一看，吓得浑身发抖。

黑暗中，有一个毛乎乎的东西。

猫！猫！吱吱又大叫起来，慌得来回乱窜。

别傻了！姐姐咯吱又说。

这是一个鸡毛掸子啊！姐姐咯吱笑了。

嘘......吱吱松了一口气。

就在这里，姐姐咯吱已经找到了冰箱上的巧克力蛋糕。他们没用多久就爬了上去。

很快，他们的爪子和小胡子都粘满了巧克力。

嗨！姐姐咯吱感吧地说，我能吃上一整天！

吱吱是一只饥饿的老鼠，一只胆小的老鼠，他老是在提心吊胆，老是想着回家。

所以，姐姐咯吱爬下了冰箱......

接着，吱吱和蛋糕也下来了。

咯吱和吱吱抬着蛋糕走过地板，可是......

就在他们走过门口的时候，一个影子过来了。

猫！猫！吱吱大叫起来。

别傻了，姐姐咯吱又说，是......

是猫！快跑啊，吱吱！

吱吱慌得到处乱窜。

那只大黄猫眯缝着眼睛，张开爪子......

扑了过来！

可是，那只猫发现自己被绳子捆住了。

他越挣扎，就越就捆得紧......

很快，他就被捆得像一个胖胖的黄色包裹了。

他成了一只发疯的猫，一只伤心的猫，一只觉得自己像个大傻瓜的猫。

吱吱不再觉得自己小，也不再胆小。

现在，他是一只像狮子一样勇敢的老鼠了。

下次，再碰到大黄猫时，他会说......

呸！我才不怕你呢！

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《好饿的老狼和猪的小镇》

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今天七小编分享绘本故事《好饿的老狼和猪的小镇》。一只很饿的老狼，来到猪的小镇，看到小镇的门牌上画着两只凶恶的小猪，又看到小镇食品店的窗子上贴着《吃狼的100法》海报，就被镇上的小猪吓跑了。吓跑老狼后，小镇门牌上的两只小猪也露出了笑脸，而老狼被吓成了一只"猪"，因为老狼总是像猪一样"呼噜呼噜"地叫，时间一长老狼觉得自己就是一只猪了。老狼跑出小镇后，又遇到一只狼，他竟然大声地喊："狼来了！狼来了！"然后老狼撒腿就跑了。

绘本故事《好饿的老狼和猪的小镇》传达了宫西达也先生对家长在教育孩子方面的隐忧和美好愿望：一直被否定的孩子最终就会成为你所否定的那种人，每天少说一个否定词，多说一个赞扬的词，孩子会更优秀。

绘本故事《好饿的老狼和猪的小镇》 故事开始了。。。

"哎呦，饿死我了，实......实在是受不了啦......"

饿坏了的老狼，"扑咚"一声栽倒在原野正当中。

"真、真想吃点什么东西啊！"老狼无意中抬起头--

"啊！猪、猪、猪小镇！这下我可得救了!"

老狼用尽最后一点力气，摇摇晃晃地站了起来，走进猪小镇。

"奇怪，怎么连个猪影子也看不见?

知道了，知道了，是怕被我老狼给吃掉，都藏起来了。"

"嘿，拉面店！看上去挺好吃嘛！"老狼正嘟哝着，突然愣住了。

"什..........什么？老狼拉面？这边还有老狼烧卖和老狼饺子？"

老狼吃了一惊，跌跌撞撞地往旁边的书店里一看，又愣住了。

"什么?《美食老狼的一百种方法》？这边还有一本什么《简单捕到一条狼》？这叫什、什么书店呀！"

还不止这些啦！

电器店里，还卖"可以放一整只狼的大型冰箱"和"香酥脆皮狼微波炉"呢！

"呆在这样的镇子里，我早晚要被吃掉！必须赶快逃跑！对、对了......"

这时，老狼看到了对面房子外边晒的衣服。

老狼乔装打扮!

"好了，这样就不怕了。谁也不知道我是一只老狼啦!

好，趁着还没露馅，赶快溜!"

老狼昏头昏脑、摇摇晃晃、跌跌撞撞地迈开了步子。

可就在这时--

"大叔，你是谁?啊，老狼......"

还是被小猪给看出来了。

"不、不是!"老狼急忙说。

"真的?"小猪直盯盯地看着老狼。

"真、真的呀。我才不是老狼呢。你给我滚开!"老狼忍不住大声吼道。

于是--

"怎么了?怎么了?出了什么事?"猪都围了过来。

"没..........没什么事。乖，乖，宝宝真乖。"老狼满头大汗地说。

"不对!你是一只老狼吧,"

"啊，不、不是。"

"不，你是老狼!你要是一只老狼，我们可要吃了你!"

"不是!我，啊，我、我是一头猪。"

"真的吗,那你会'呼噜--'地叫吗?"

老狼一边哆嗦，一边撅【juē】起了嘴巴:"呜，呜，呼噜，呼噜--呼噜"

"呼噜--呼噜--呼噜"

老狼一边叫着，一边摇摇晃晃、蹑手蹑脚地走了起来。

"怎么样,我是一头猪吧?呼噜--呼噜--呼噜--"

老狼觉得自己就是一头猪了，它一边"呼噜--呼噜--呼噜"地叫着，一边走进了树林。

老狼怕猪的大部队追上来，担心得要命。

逃出猪小镇老远了，还不停地叫唤着:"呼噜--呼噜--呼噜"。

这样"呼噜--呼噜--呼噜--"地叫着叫着，老狼觉得自己真的变成了一头猪。

"嗷--"突然，一只狼从树背后跳了出来。

"呼噜--呼噜--呼噜--救命!狼来了～"饿坏了的老狼没命地跑了起来。

"什.........什么呀，原来是一只狼!这小子脑袋大概出毛病了，怎么像猪一样'呼噜--呼噜'地叫唤呢？"另外那只狼心里奇怪地嘀咕着。

老狼逃跑了，小猪们欢呼起来。。。。

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好饿的老狼和猪的小镇绘本故事

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有声绘本故事《原来妈妈也有起床气》献给带着微笑起床的妈妈

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点击卡片，在线聆听语音故事哟语音版《原来妈妈也有起床气》一栋漂亮的房子里，住着妈妈和七个可爱的小捣蛋鬼。每个人一大早心情都不好，除了妈妈。 每一天，妈妈都开开心心地叫孩子们起床，轻轻地拉开窗帘，温柔…

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一只大熊从冬眠中醒过来，忽然觉得自己很寂寞，他决定养一个熊宝宝，但是，他不知道怎么做，才能当熊爸爸，后来，他幸运地遇到了一位特别的朋友......

有一天早上，大熊还在山洞里面睡觉，外面已经有一只野鸟，一边唱歌，一边找虫子吃。洞口的一棵小桦树，叶子还没有长出来，顽皮的风已经忍不住，在细细瘦瘦地树枝间，传过来、传过去......春天，已经来了！

大熊终于从冬眠中，慢慢地睁开眼睛，他的肚子咕噜咕噜地叫，睡了好几个月，都没有吃东西，他当然饿了！

大熊不停地找东西吃，吃啊、吃啊、吃啊......很快的，他又把自己养得胖嘟嘟，在一个充满阳光的下午，他坐下来想着、想着......忽然，他好想当一只又高又壮的熊爸爸。

但是，该怎么做，才能当熊爸爸呢？他一直在想这个问题，不管他怎么想，就是想不出一个好办法。

第二天，他鼓起了勇气，使劲儿对着森林大喊："谁能告诉我，怎样才会有一个小宝宝？"

不知道从哪里跳出来一只小兔子，很惊讶地问大熊："什么？你再说一遍，你真的不知道吗？小宝宝是从萝卜园长出来的啊！你要仔细地找，在两个小萝卜中间，如果看到一对小耳朵从土里冒出来，把他拉起来，你就有一个小宝宝了！当然， 你要小心地拉哦！"

小兔子要离开时，他还笑着对大熊说："怎么样？很神奇吧！"

虽然，大熊不太相信小兔子的话，尤其是拉耳朵的部分，但是，第二天，他还是去了萝卜园......

一只喜鹊很惊讶地对大熊说："什么？你在两个萝卜中间找小宝宝？不对啦！方法其实很简单，只要找一个蛋，蹲下来好好地孵它，你就会孵出一个小宝宝了！"

大熊觉得这个方法不大对劲儿，但是，他还是决定去找一个合适的地方，好好孵蛋......

后来他跑去问蛙鱼。虽然，把头埋进水里说话，是很难过的事，但是，他着急问蛙鱼："怎样才会有一个小宝宝呢？"

蛙鱼狡猾地笑着说："你应该撒些糖在窗台上，然后，静静地等待，白鹳鸟就会送一个小宝宝来了！"

大熊不知道什么是窗台，但是他知道哪里可以找到白鹳鸟。

白鹳鸟不耐烦地说："你看！我只会抓青蛙。你在冬眠的时候，我在非洲，哪有什么小宝宝送给你？"

大熊觉得很失望，孤单地坐在草地上，看着天上一朵变来变去、很像熊的云，他想起妈妈说过大熊云的故事。

妈妈说，熊宝宝出生以前，都是在大熊云里游戏......那是很久以前，妈妈说的故事，他几乎都快忘光了！

忽然，有一个声音，在大熊耳边轻轻地说："你很寂寞，想要一个熊宝宝，对不对？"

大熊很惊讶地转过身来，看到一只母熊，她的眼睛里，充满了温柔的爱。

"你怎么知道？"大熊问。

"因为你一直在看那朵像熊宝宝的云。"母熊微笑地向大熊靠近了一点。

"你相信大熊云的故事吗？"大熊问。

母熊轻轻地摇头，但是，她看大熊那么的不快乐，她立刻说："如果你愿意和我结婚，明年春天，我们就会有一个可爱的熊宝宝了！"

"真的吗？"大熊很高兴地跟在母熊后面，他们要赶快去找一块干净、柔软的草地，准备迎接可爱的熊宝宝！

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照片上的这两位是兄弟俩，一个叫哈克，一个叫迪克。

请大家注意，这是一张放大后的照片。

他们兄弟俩的个头其实都很小，即使放大成百上千倍，也就是右图上显示的那么丁点儿大。

哈克住在迪克的隔壁。牙齿上的牙洞就是他们的家，房子都是兄弟俩自己动手修建的。

哈克把他的家布置得很舒适，但是他很少在家待着。他整天在旁边的牙齿里忙活，忙得连整理床铺的时间都没有。

哈克家的柜子里堆满了甘草块。

他还有一个百宝箱，里面是各种各样的糖果。这些糖果原来都粘在牙齿上，是哈克辛辛苦苦地把它们搬了回来。

哈克是个工作狂，百宝箱里的糖果堆成了小山他还不休息。

我给大家介绍一下这座"糖果山"吧！黄色的是柠檬糖，棕色的是咖啡糖、巧克力糖，橘色的大块是香橙糖，紫色的小块是香芋糖。

至于那些白色的，很明显是饼干上的白糖嘛！

这时，迪克正坐在摇摇椅上休息。他刚完成了一项大工程。

看，一个全新的入口出现了，那就是迪克家新储藏室的入口。入口的门帘也已经缝好了，就放在桌子上。

迪克惬意地喝着"可可可乐"--热可可和可乐兑成的一种饮料。

为了保证自己随时都能喝上这种饮料，迪克还设计了一种管道装置，把屋顶上积蓄的饮料引到屋里来。他想喝"可可可乐"了，只要拧开管道上的龙头，马上就能接到满满一杯"可可可乐"。他在摇椅上摇晃的时候非常小心，生怕心爱的饮料洒出来。

右下方有一张示意图，大家可以在上面清楚地看到，饮料是如何流入房中的。

迪克住在牙齿大街1号，哈克住在牙齿大街2号。他们的家都在犬齿的后面。

哈克正在忙着敲一颗牙。这是一颗刚长出来的新牙，所以没有周围的牙高。他挥汗如雨地工作着，忽然感到有一阵风扑面而来。

哈克知道，马上就会有新的食物进入牙齿大街了。

他迅速撤回家，和迪克一起急切地等待着好吃的东西落下来。

很快，兄弟俩看到诱人的巧克力被舌头卷起，扔进了唾液里。

一块巧克力正好落在迪克家门口。兄弟俩配合默契，"嗨哟！嗨哟！"地喊着号子，把这块巧克力连推带拉地运回了迪克屋里。等他们把战利品放好，两人都累得出了一身汗。

他们把巧克力放进储藏室后，这个新储藏室就只剩下一半的空间了。为了补充体力，同时也为了庆祝一下，哈克和迪克每人掰了一块巧克力，美美地吃了起来。

有一天，一块食物被舌头直接塞进了哈克家。看到送上门的食物，哈克别提多高兴了。

他觉得这食物很像橘色棒棒糖，心想它的味道一定不错，于是满心欢喜地吃了起来。

谁知，他越吃感觉越不对。

原来这是一块奶酪，哈克可吃不了这种东西。

哈克大病了一场，好几天都下不了床。迪克在家照顾哈克，没法工作，他们的扩建计划因此暂停了一段时间。

哈克病好以后，兄弟俩重新开始计划，他们想对所有的牙齿都进行改建，出租营利。哈克已经给新的牙齿大街起了一个响亮的名字，就叫："龋齿大街"！

他们计划把最后面的一颗槽牙挖空，改建成游泳池。兄弟俩觉得，房客们肯定会喜欢这样的配套设施，龋齿大街的房租一定要定得高点儿。他们要做成功的商人！

上面的牙齿建成办公楼，也就是物业大楼。哈克来做物业公司的董事长，迪克嘛，就做副董事长。

如果这个伟大的计划能够尽快实现该多好啊！可是他们很清楚，要实现这个创业梦想，还有很长的一段路要走。

有一天，发生了一件可怕的事：一把巨大的刷子在牙齿大街上横冲直撞，刷子上还坐着很多牙齿警察。

牙齿警察身上散发着一股刺鼻的味道，这让哈克和迪克感到很不舒服。

牙齿警察很快从刷子上跳下来，分散到牙齿大街的各个角落里。他们认真地检查了每一道缝隙，打扫了每一个卫生死角，最后连门牌都摘走了。

糕点、巧克力、肉、水果、蔬菜、冰淇淋和麦片的碎屑真多！牙齿警察一旦发现它们，就会快速清洗、冲刷，直到这些碎屑完全融化、消失为止。

哈克和迪克的房间也被搜查了一遍，他们贮藏的食物被发现了。还好兄弟俩反应快，躲起来逃过了这一劫。

牙齿警察把哈克的百宝箱清空后就离开了。

辛辛苦苦攒的粮食，就这样被牙齿警察毁了，所有的努力都白费了！

幸运的是，迪克的新贮藏室没被发现。多亏门口挂着帘子，里面的巧克力才幸免于难。

兄弟俩决定把这个贮藏室挖得更深些，这样就可以在里面放更多食物了。

他们现在只能用巧克力来充饥，各方面的营养都跟不上，所以身体变得很虚弱，只能干一会儿歇一会儿。

几天后，牙神经上面的保护层也被挖开了。兄弟俩的贮藏室已经足够大了，他们把那块巧克力重新放了进去。

这下牙神经可受不了了，它开始拼命向大脑发送求救信号。大脑接到信号，知道有人在牙齿里修建违章建筑，但是它无法直接阻止这事，只得让腮帮子肿起来，通过这种方式告诉人们：有人正在口腔里干坏事。

嘴巴张开了，一束亮光照进了牙齿大街。哈克和迪克被照得睁不开眼。一个钩子伸了进来，吊走了哈克家的沙发。接着，这个钩子又吊走了哈克家的床、百宝箱、柜子、地毯......

最后，连兄弟俩帅气的合影也被吊走了！

又一个钩子伸进来，在哈克家填了很多类似黏土的东西。下面这张图上的牙，就是哈克过去的安乐窝。这颗牙接受了牙医的治疗，看起来就像是一颗新牙一样，正在闪闪发光。

第三个钩子里装有麻醉剂，它在迪克家滴了两滴。原来，这颗牙已经被彻底蛀空了，不能修补，只能拔掉了。

强光又照了进来，一把钳子夹住了这颗牙。钳子先是向两边摇了摇，然后突然用力一拔......好！拔掉了！

现在补好的牙和犬齿之间空荡荡的，迪克连同坏牙一起消失了。

哈克顿时暴跳如雷，他气急败坏地用锤子敲着牙，边敲边喊："谁也不能阻止我们扩建牙齿大街！

我们要把每一颗牙都蛀空！一切都是属于我们的！"就在他发疯般地敲打牙齿时，又伸进来一个钩子。哦！狂躁的哈克也被吊走了！

牙齿大街又恢复了往日的平静。牙齿刚刚嚼完一根富含维生素的胡萝卜，需要好好休息一下。

什么？你真的认为牙齿应该成为住房？

不不不......

食物必须被牙齿咬碎，胃才能很好地消化它们。如果牙齿被蛀坏了，咬不了食物，胃很快就会吃不消。

牙齿警察现在经常到牙齿大街来巡逻，他们感觉这里就像自己家里一样舒服。

如果遇到哈克和迪克这样破坏牙齿的小东西，你们会怎样呢？

想知道哈克和迪克的下落吗？请跟我来......

牙医冲洗钩子的时候，哈克和迪克先后被冲到了污水中。他们顺着排水管漂到了一条河里。然后沿着这条河漂呀漂，漂到了地中海。

从此以后，他们就在海滩上晒晒太阳、聊聊天，再也没有找过牙齿的麻烦。

万水千山总是情，给个打赏行不行。 打赏

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今天七小编给小朋友分享绘本故事《胆大的老虎》

从前，一个山洞里住着一只老虎和一只狐狸，它们无恶不作，整天偷农夫的家禽。

这天，它们趁着农夫出门去，又准备偷去农夫的家。

这次他们偷了一只羊，美美的吃了一顿，可老虎太贪心，它说，要再去偷一只回来。

农夫出去回来发现羊少了一只，就知道肯定是被老虎和狐狸吃掉了，它正在想怎么对付可恶的老虎和狐狸。

这天，农夫看见老虎鬼鬼祟祟的来了，农夫拿了根棒子，站在羊圈的门后面。

等老虎一进门，就使劲打它，老虎落荒而逃。

老虎不死心，第二天，它又准备偷羊，这次农夫在门口挖了个洞，老虎一进门就掉进去了。

农夫把准备好的土全部倒进去了，老虎被闷死在里面了。

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今天七小编给大家推荐经典绘本故事《蜻蜓的日记》，以蜻蜓日记的形式记录蜻蜓的生活习性，是不可多得亲子绘本故事，引领孩子们进入蜻蜓的世界，与可爱的蜻蜓一起成长！让孩子们爱上大自然！

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5月13日，我喜欢人家夸我是一只漂亮的蜻蜓。

可爸爸说，漂亮是妹妹的事情，我是男孩子，男孩子要勇敢。

我要做一只勇敢的蜻蜓。

5月15日，妈妈说我小时侯叫水虿[chài]，游泳可棒啦。现在我叫蜻蜓，我会飞却不会游泳啦。为什么我不能又会游泳又会飞呢？

今天我和妹妹在池塘边比赛捉蚊子，我赢啦！妹妹不高兴地噘[juē]着嘴。我对她说再比一次她准能赢。不用说，这次妹妹真的赢了，她很开心，我也很开心。

她不知道我是让着她的，这是一个秘密哦。

5月20日，我很喜欢棒球帽，我觉得戴上棒球帽的样子很酷。

可我的眼睛长在头顶，棒球帽总遮住眼睛。

我只好把帽子放在家里，想起来就看一看。

5月24日，爸爸是个真正的 足球迷！他说，他这辈子最大的遗憾是没能亲自踢一场 足球 。

我们蜻蜓有脚，却不能奔跑，当然也没法踢 足球 啦！

5月27日，今天我看到一位蜻蜓阿姨贴着水面飞，还不时点一下水面。

我觉得挺有意思，也学着做，结果被伙伴们嘲笑了。

妈妈告诉我，蜻蜓阿姨是在产卵生小宝宝。

哎呀！真是太难为情了！

5月30日，傍晚，我和妹妹在池塘边做游戏，跑来几个举着捕虫网的小孩。

爸爸赶紧带着我们躲起来。

我讨厌捕虫网，也不喜欢拿捕虫网的人。

大肚子蜘蛛很羡慕我的身材，我叫他要多多运动。

大肚子蜘蛛在蛛网上来来回回爬了好几天。

今天他饿得实在受不了了，只好停止了运动，静静地趴着等待猎物撞上蛛网。

6月6日，今天做了件挺不好意思的事儿，我把一个小孩给咬哭了。

我不是故意的，我在草叶上休息，他伸手来捉我，我一紧张，就咬了他一口。

6月9日，学校动动会，我报名参加110米障碍飞行和400米接力飞行两荐。

我不想参加马拉松超远飞行。

据说，去年有一只像我一样优秀的蜻蜓，一下飞到英国，到现在还没回来。

6月13日，老师说，蜻蜓是出色的飞行家，人类的直升机，就是模仿我们制造的。

作为一只蜻蜓，我感觉很光荣，很自豪。

6月15日，大肚子蜘蛛是捕蚊能手，我也是捕蚊能手，我们想互相学习。

我把飞行秘诀都告诉了大肚子蜘蛛，但他没有肢膀，还是不能飞着捕捉蚊子。

而我把眼睛都憋红了，也还是吐不出比来。

我们决定还是按各自的方法捕蚊子吧。

6月18日，隔壁搬来了蝴蝶一家。那只叫朵朵的小蝴蝶长得真好看。朵朵的翅膀和我的翅膀不一样，她的翅膀上面有美丽的颜色和花纹，而我的翅膀是透明的。

我很喜欢在草叶上，看朵朵在花丛中跳舞。

6月20日，今天的空气湿漉漉的，翅膀上凝结了许多小水珠，飞起来挺费劲的，只能低低飞行。

我看见朵朵还在花丛中玩耍，我对她说，"朵朵，快回家吧，要下雨啦！"

朵朵奇怪地问："你怎么知道？"

我笑着说："我是天气预报员嘛！"

6月23日，一连三天都在下雨。我讨厌下雨天，因为下雨就不能出动和伙伴们玩。

憋在家里，我只能陪妹妹玩过家家，她总让我扮演一只蚊子。

6月25日，老师说，我们蜻蜓的眼睛多得数不过来，我决定数数看！

我对着镜子数呀数，数了一整天......，妈呀！太多啦！

6月29日，作为一只蜻蜓，有不少好处：不必担心戴眼镜；

不必害怕交通拥堵。

最重要的是，不会被妈妈唠叨只喜欢吃肉不喜欢吃青菜。

我是一只快乐的蜻蜓......哈哈！

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小时候在我的心目中，爸爸就是超级英雄。那些所有小时候你解决不了的问题，爸爸好像都能很顺利的帮你解决了。记忆中作文里总写爸爸像大树，像港湾，所有伟岸的形象都好像跟爸爸有关。那这个绘本里的爸爸呢？爸爸有多棒，给了我们又不一样的视角～
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这是我爸爸，他真的很棒！

我爸爸什么都不怕，连坏蛋大野狼都不怕

他可以从月亮上跳过去

还会走高空绳索，不会掉下去

他敢跟大力士摔跤

在运动会的比赛中，他轻轻松松的就跑了第一名。我爸爸真的很棒！

我爸爸吃的像马一样多，游的像鱼一样快

他像大猩猩一样强壮，也像河马一样快乐，我爸爸真的很棒！

我爸爸像房子一样高大，有时候又像泰迪熊一样柔软

他像猫头鹰一样聪明

有时候，也会做一些傻事。我爸爸真的很棒！

我爸爸是个伟大的舞蹈家，也是个了不起的歌唱家。

他踢足球的技术一流，

也常常逗得我哈哈大笑。

我爱他，而且你知道吗？

他也爱我，永远永远的爱着我。

万水千山总是情，给个打赏行不行。 打赏

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