Dora is a seven-year-old girl. One day, when she visited her friend Alice, she saw a beautiful bird in a cage on the balcony of the house. Alice told her it was her new pet. “How beautiful it is!” Dora said. “I also want to have such a bird as my pet.”
That day when Dora returned home, she told her mother about Alice’s bird. Then she asked, “Mom, can I also get a bird?” “Of course, you can,” her mother replied. “But you need to wait because I’ve no time to go to a pet store these days.” Dora agreed. One day, when Dora was back home from school, she saw a cage in the living room. In the cage was a beautiful blue bird. Her mother was standing next to the cage, smiling. “Oh, a bird!” Dora shouted happily. She ran to it and looked at it happily. “It’s a birthday gift for you,” her mother said. “Thank you, Mom. I love it so much!” Dora shouted excitedly.
The following day, Dora invited her friends to come over to see her bird. All of her friends said it was a really beautiful bird and Dora was very glad to hear that. She and her friends played with the bird for a long time that day. Her friends all wished they could have such a bird as their pet.
Sadly, a few weeks later, Dora became sick. The doctor told her parents that she got the flu and had to stay at home. In order not to make her friends sick, her parents asked her friends not to come to play with her. Dora felt very sad. How she wished her friends would come and visit her! But she knew her parents were right. She’d better stay alone. Since Dora had no one to play with, she could only play with her bird. However, she felt that her bird didn’t seem to be happy either.
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Dora watched her bird in silence.
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When her mother came inside, Dora told her mother about her decision.
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A Panting Trout
Julia always enjoyed running through The Dark Walk towards the light at the end of it, which was a dark, damp tunnel of smooth branches. This year she had the extra joy of showing it to her small brother, Stephen, and of terrifying him as well as herself.
One day they found a hole on one side of the walk. Inside there was water, where they perceived (察觉、发现) a breathless trout (鳟鱼). They were both so thrilled that they were no longer afraid of the darkness as they bent down and peered at the fish panting (喘气) in his tiny prison, his silver stomach going up and down like an engine, otherwise he was motionless. Julia wondered what he ate and thought of his hunger. She found him a worm. But he ignored the food, and just went on panting. She bent over him, wondering how he had been here. All the winter, in the dark tunnel, all day, all night, floating around alone.
Nobody knew how the fish got here. Her mother suggested that a bird had carried it here. Her father thought that in the winter a small stream might have carried it down there as a baby, and it had been safe until summer came and the water began to dry up.
Before going to bed, Stephen asked his mummy to tell him a story as usual, while Julia lay in her bed, not interested in it. That night mom told a story about a trapped little fish. “And so, in the end, the naughty fish got bigger and bigger, and the water got less and less…Then a Fairy Godmother appeared…”
Passionately, she turned around and cried, “Mummy, don’t make it a horrible old story.” Staring at the moon she knew there was no such thing as a fairy and that actually the trout, down in the tunnel, was panting for his life:
She sat up in the silent night and Stephen was sound asleep.
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Julia poured the trout out of the pot into the river.
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许多饲养宠物的人和宠物关系亲密,他们视鸟、狗、猫等宠物为家里的一员。你觉得这种人与宠物的关系好吗？请说说你的看法,并举例说明你那样认为的理由。
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Every evening Sylvie left her grandmother’s house to bring her cow home. The old animal spent her days in the open country eating grass. It was Sylvie’s job to bring her home to be milked.
This evening, as usual, the child hurried the cow through the dark forest, following a narrow path that led to her grandmother’s home.
She came across a young man in front of the house. “Hello, little girl,” he said, “I’ve been looking for birds, but I’ve lost my way.”The young man explained he was a scientist, who searched for birds. “Do you put them in a cage (鸟笼)?” Sylvie asked. “No,”he answered, “I kill them and keep them for my study.”
“I saw a white heron (苍鹭) not far from here yesterday. Have you seen it, too?”he asked Sylvie. Sylvie’s heart began to beat fast. She had seen that white bird on the other side of the forest. The young man continued.“I will give $10 to you if you show me where it is.”
Sylvie thought happily she would get the $10 for her grandmother. Then she went to climb to the top of a tall tree. The higher Sylvie climbed, the taller the tree seemed to grow. Suddenly, a bird with broad white wings and a long neck flew past Sylvie. The white heron sat on the nest in a nearby tree. She found the heron’s secret home.
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Sylvie slowly began her dangerous trip down the tall tree.
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When Sylvie returned, both her grandmother and the young man stood up.
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One Wednesday, many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist (心理医生) at a children's institution in England, a boy showed up in the waiting room. I went out there where he was walking up and down uneasily.
I showed him into my office and pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk. It was in late autumn, and most trees outside the window had lost all their leaves. "Please sit down," I said.
David wore a black rain coat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while wringing his hands nervously. He lost his father in a car accident 3 years ago. Before he came, his head teacher called and told me, "After his father's death, the boy becomes very sad and depressed. He refuses to talk to others or attend any activities or clubs. He has no social life at all. However, when his father was alive, the boy was active and talkative. After school, they would play chess games happily!"
I looked at David. How could I help him? Perhaps the best thing I can do is to listen openly and to be there for him. But I am still not sure what to do.
David didn't say a word, and only looked at the children's drawings on the wall behind me. As he was about to leave, I put my hand on his shoulder. He didn't step back, but he didn't look at me either. "Come back next week this time, if you like," I said. I hesitated a bit. Then I said, "I know it hurts."
Finally, he came and I took out a set of chess.
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Staring at the chess set in silence for long, he whispered in tears, "Father liked it…"_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Another Wednesday, David appeared with a box of chocolate, smiling brightly._____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
It has been three months since Ms. Sue joined a primary school to teach English. She was gradually learning to understand all her students but one, Bob. He was the only boy who came to school dressed untidily and sat in the class completely lost in his own world. His performance had been getting steadily worse with every single day.
It was yet another day when all the students in the class laughed at Bob because he was unable to answer even the simplest questions Sue asked him. At the end of the lesson when all the students left, Ms. Sue searched through the progress reports on Bob in his previous classes. She was shocked to see that Bob used to be the top of his class. She looked over every page of the report and found out that Bob’s performance had begun to slowly decline when his mother fell ill. A few months down the line, Bob was doing badly in each and every subject. Later, his mother died on Mother’s Day, leaving him alone with his father, who was a businessman and had to travel frequently.
Apart from his performance worsening steadily, Bob’s nature began to change, too. The reports clearly said he had forgotten to laugh and showed no interest in any activity. He began to stay alone. All his friends had abandoned him. Tears filled Ms. Sue’s eyes.
The next day, while all the students were leaving the classroom, she asked Bob to stay behind. Bob sat on his chair quietly. After the classroom was empty, Ms. Sue went up to him. She began to ask him if he had any problem understanding the lessons. Gradually, she began to make him feel more comfortable so that he could talk and share. After three weeks, she found Bob gradually improving. He was able to answer the questions he had previously failed to answer. Every day after all the students left the classroom, Ms. Sue spent some time with Bob and gave personal attention to him.
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Bob improved a lot over the next semester.
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On Sunday morning, curious, Ms. Sue opened the box and saw half a bottle of perfume and a letter.
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On Saturday, the animal shelter is filled with voices. I can’t see the kitties because I’m blind. I listen hard. Do any of those meows sound like kitten meows?
“I don’t think I hear any kittens (小奶猫), Mom,” I say.
“You’re right, Annie. But there are lots of cats, fat ones, skinny ones…”Mom holds my hand. The shelter director, Mrs. Pat, takes us inside the cat pen. I sit down and stretch out my hands to pet the kitties. A big, warm kitty sits down against my side. “Sammy likes you, Annie. He’s the big one,” Mrs. Pat says.
“I like him, too.” I pet Sammy’s soft, furry coat, his loud purr rumbling under my fingers. “Will Sammy get adopted today?” I ask.
“Maybe,” says Mrs. Pat. “He’s an older kitty, and most people want kittens. But he’s so loving, maybe today will be his turn.”
My mom and I take a pregnant cat, Muffin, home with us. We’ll care for her until she has her kittens. And I can keep one kitten for myself!
One morning, I get a surprise! I can feel soft, mewing little bundles inside the box with Muffin! Mom told me there are six. They’re all about the same size, except for one. He’s big! “Like Sammy,” I say.
“Not quite that big,” Mom says with a laugh.
When I hold them to my cheek, they feel silky and smell sweet and oaty, like a field of summer grass. Their mews are high and tiny.
“So, do you know yet which kitten you’ll keep?” Mom asks me one day.
I bounce on my knees, saying “Oh! How do I choose?”
“Well, try to listen to your heart,” Mom says.
Should it be Jet-Jet, with the long tail? Or Mimi, with the tiny voice? Or should it be Mr. Motor, the one with the humming purr? A purr like Sammy’s, I think. All the kittens are fun. But which is the right one?
On Monday, the shelter is quiet. I still can’t decide which one to keep. Mom asks me to stay in the cat room and pick my kitty while she takes care of the paperwork with Mrs. Pat.
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I sit down and open the carrier.
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When Mom and Mrs. Pat come back, Sammy is sleeping in my lap.
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