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第一篇Once Too Often

It was a slow Friday afternoon and Fred was bored. His mother was at work. His dad was in town shopping. His sister Jenny was playing baseball. He could hear her laughing with her friends. That made him feel even more bored.

He opened a book, but soon closed it. Nothing interested him. Just for fun, he put his head out of the window and shouted, “Help! Help!” Jenny and her friends heard him. They stopped their game and came running to see what happened. When Fred saw how he had fooled them, he laughed and laughed. Jenny and her friends were angry with him. “That was stupid, Fred!” she told Fred. But Fred just laughed even harder. He thought he had played a great joke.

Soon Fred was bored again. Once again he put his head out of the window and shouted, “Help! Help!” Then two neighbors ran to help him. When they saw that nothing was wrong, they got angry, too. “That was very stupid, young man,” said Mr. Lee. “Some day you will really need help, and no one will believe you.” said Mrs. Wong.

Next day Fred was alone in the house. Once again he was very bored. He found some cigarettes and matches. He thought maybe he could try smoking. He put a cigarette to his mouth and lit it. As the smoke filled his mouth, he started to cough. He felt sick. He threw away the cigarette and ran to the bathroom.

The cigarette fell on the floor and the rug was on fire. There were big yellow, red and orange flames all around the room, and there was thick smoke everywhere. In a few minutes the whole house was on fire.

Fred was scared. He ran out into the street and shouted, “Help! Help!” He really needed help this time.

Mr. Lee was in his garden, but he didn’t run to help Fred. Mrs. Wong was reading newspaper on her porch, but she didn’t even look up. Nobody came, because nobody believed there was a fire. Fred had fooled them once too often. And so, Fred’s house burned to the ground.

第2篇The Lark and Her Young Ones

A lark had made her nest in spring in a field of young green wheat. Her

little ones had been growing larger and stronger all the summer, while the wheat grew taller and closer about their home. As autumn drew near, the young birds were almost old enough to fly, and the wheat was nearly ripe. One day the owner of the wheat field came, and the little Larks herd him say to his son, “I think the wheat is already ripe, so we must ask our friends to help us gather it in.” This startled the little birds. When their mother came home they told her what they had heard. “There is no need for moving yet, my children.” said the mother. But when she left them as usual the next morning she told them to listen to what the Farmer would say if he came again, and to tell her exactly what it was, when she came back to them.

After a few days the owner of the field came again, and the eager birds listened to get more news for their mother. “Since our friends have not come, go and ask them.” the farmer said to his son. Then the little birds told their mother what they had heard. “Not yet,” said the mother, “the man who only asks his friends to help him is not to be feared; but watch and listen, if he comes again.” And by and by he came. Seeing the wheat so ripe that it was shedding its grain, he said, “Tomorrow we will come ourselves and cut the wheat.” And when the birds told this to their mother, she said, “it is time now to be off, my children, for the man is in earnest this time. He no longer trusts to others to do his work, but means to do it himself.”

第3篇The Sausage

Once upon a time, there was am old woman who was very unhappy because she was poor. One day, a fine lady came to her house and borrowed a pot. “Oh, good old woman, I’ll have a party for my daughter. May I borrow a pot?” said the fine lady. “A pot? No problem! You cam borrow as many pots as you like.” said the old woman.

“Thank you very much! I’ll return the pot in three days.” the lady said. “It’s O.K. You can have it as long as you like!” said the old woman.

Three days later, the lady came back and returned the pot. “To thank you, I will give you three wishes.” The lady said. “Really?” The old woman was surprised. “Yes, because I’m not just a fine lady. I’m a fairy. You can have any thing you want,” then she disappeared.

The old woman was so happy. She held the pot and thought, “What

should I wish for? ”Do you know what happened? Her neighbor was cooking a sausage at that moment. The smell was floating to her. “So delicious! I wish I could have a sausage,” said the old woman.

A sausage was dropped onto the table right in front of her! “It’s real! I had my first wish!” the old woman was satisfied. Then her husband came home and found his wife had wished for a sausage. He was very angry, “What? You could have anything in the world and you just wanted a sausage? I wish the sausage should stick to your nose!”

The wife was very sad because the sausage stuck to her nose. They pulled and pulled, but couldn’t get it off form the woman’s nose. “What should we do?” the husband asked. “Oh, I’ll kill you!” The old woman yelled to her husband.

They only had one wish left. What were they to wish for? Finally, the old man said, “All right. I wish my wife got rid of that sausage!” They used all the wishes, and got nothing BUT LOVE!

第4篇The Ice Cream Touch

Tommy loved ice cream. He ate ice cream every day. He couldn’t bear to live without ice cream.

One day, Tommy met a magic rabbit in the woods. “I have magic power. I can give you one wish,” said the rabbit. “I wish everything I touch would become ice cream,” Tommy said. “Good. This is a magic pill. If you eat it, your wish will come true.” said the rabbit.

The next morning, Tommy took the pill. Then, he touched his red pillow. It became ice cream. He took a bite and found it was delicious! Tommy was very excited. He touched all the things in his room. Then he had an ice cream bed, an ice cream quilt, an ice cream desk. “The magic is real!” he shouted.

He touched his white pants and red shirts. They became ice cream! Tommy was a little upset. He couldn’t get dressed. He started to cry. Guess what? They were ice cream tears.

Then Tommy heard a sound. It was Mimi, his white little cat. Mimi was Tommy’s best friend. Tommy hugged his cat. “Oh, no!” His best friend also became ice cream.

At the moment, the magic rabbit showed up. “What happened? You look so sad,” the rabbit said. Tommy cried loudly. “Please help me. I don’t

want any ice cream! I just want my cat back!”

“Well, OK!” said the rabbit, “Now I will give you another wish. Touch things with your right hand and they will return to their original form.” Tommy stopped crying. He touched Mimi with his right hand. Mimi became a cat again. Tommy was so happy! Then he touched all his things. Very soon, there was no more ice cream.

Tommy still loved ice cream, but he made a wish in his heart:

“I wish I never see that magic rabbit ever again!”

第5篇 Going Halves

Once an Italian nobleman was going to be married, and everybody at his castle was busy making preparations for the grand marriage-feast.

Everything was ready, but one thing. The weather had been so stormy that no fish was to be had for love or money.

On the morning of the feast, however, a poor fisherman came to the castle with a very large salmon on his back. It was so large that the man was sinking under his burden.

The nobleman was delighted with the fish, and said to the fisherman, “Name your price, and it shall be given to you.”

To the surprise of everybody, the fisherman said, “My price, my lord, is one hundred floggings on my back.”

“What a nonsense!” said the nobleman. “You are joking, aren't you? Come, tell us quickly. How much do you want for the fish? ” Still the fisherman made the same answer as before.

“Well,” said the nobleman, “this is a strange joke. But, at all events, we must have the fish. So you shall have your price-(turning to his attendants)-only lay on the floggings lightly.”

When fifty floggings had been counted, the fisherman cried out, "Stop! I have a partner in the business, and he must have his share!"

"What!" exclaimed the nobleman. “Are there two such madmen in the world? Where is your partner? Bring him here!”

“Oh!” said the fisherman, “My partner is no other than your own porter, my lord. He would not let me in, till I promised him one half of what I should get for the fish, and so I must keep my promise.” “Aha!” said the nobleman, “Bring the porter here right now.”

The porter was brought, and received his full share of the floggings-- and you may be sure that they were not laid on lightly this time.

The porter was then discharged from the nobleman's service, and the fisherman was sent off with a handsome present.


Most people would agree that, although our age exceeds all previous ages in knowledge, there has been no corresponding increase in wisdom. But agreement ceases as soon as we attempt to define “wisdom” and consider means of promoting it.

There are several factors that contribute to wisdom. Of these I should put first a sense of proportion: the capacity to take account of all the important factors in a problem and to attach to each its due weight. This has become more difficult than it used to be owing to the extent and complexity of the special knowledge required of various kinds of technicians. Suppose, for example, that you are engaged in research in scientific medicine. The work is difficult and is likely to absorb the whole of your mind. You have no time to consider the effect which your discoveries or inventions may have outside the field of medicine. You succeed (let us say) as modern medicine has succeeded, in enormously lowering the infant death-rate, not only in Europe and America, but also in Asia and Africa. This has the entirely unintended result of making the food supply inadequate and lowering the standard of life in the parts of the world that have the greatest populations. To take an even more dramatic example, which is in everybody’s mind at the present time; you study the makeup of the atom from a disinterested desire for knowledge, and by chance place in the hands of a powerful mad man the means of destroying the human race.

Therefore, with every increase of knowledge and skill, wisdom becomes more necessary, for every such increase augments our capacity for realizing our purposes, and therefore augments our capacity for evil, if our purposes are unwise.

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