short story
No rain tomorrow
When the fisherman got home, he put the snipe and the mussel in the basket, covered them, and went to bed. The snipe heard the fisherman's snoring and said, "Let's stop arguing and let's cooperate to escape or we'll both be eaten." The mussel said, "Okay, but when you get out, you can't eat me." The snipe said, "Between survival and life, I still have to choose survival first. I promise you, I won't eat you, let's run first!" After saying this, the snipe pecked holes in the lid of the basket with its sharp beak, and the mussel used its hard shell to push against the lid of the basket. As the mussel hit, the hole in the basket lid became bigger and bigger, and the snipe and mussel escaped through the hole.
By Steve Billups3 years ago in Earth
Crows and Foxes
People can not only focus on the beauty and ugliness of the exterior, but on your heart, if the person's beautiful heart is not beautiful, it is useless. Because some people are gold and jade outside, but not inside. These truths we can know from the fables. Do you want to come to understand it? The following is the first model to prepare a fable for you to read, for reference only!
By Mary C Fuentes3 years ago in Earth
Two birds meet
After a chattering, they chose a nest under the eaves of the sunrise. It was a very old and rustic office building, with red paint peeling off, but still not losing its majesty. But the signs of decay can easily trigger people's thoughts of the past, reminding them of its former prosperity and the old days of the swallows in front of Wang Xie Hall.
By Steve Billups3 years ago in Earth
Huge bread
There was a city where a baker lived; he was the baker of the city, and he had a great, great oven, and his oven was as big as a kitchen. One night the baker brought out all his ingredients; he carried out several bags of flour from the storeroom and brought in water, salt, and baking powder, and he prepared to knead the dough in a basin that could hold twenty people. He climbed into the basin, the dough was as high as his shoulders, he kneaded the dough with both hands and feet, finally, he sprinkled some flour and rolled the dough into a large piece, now a large oblong bread took shape, it continued to ferment and swell. The baker brought a lot of firewood in his wheelbarrow, which he used to build a wall around the bread, and then lit a fire that was so hot that even the neighbor lying in bed next door began to sweat. The next morning, the fire was out and the bread was baked. Very good, the baker said to himself. He wrapped a rope around the bread, put the rope on his horse, then mounted his horse and ran from the kitchen through the gate, dragging the bread behind him. When he reached a square, he stopped and called all the hungry people to gather. He said, "I have baked a loaf of bread for you, eat as much as you like! And those people ate until they were full. The children also climbed up and down on the bread, which still looked almost as big as the original. The baker took a look and mounted his horse again, and this time he dragged the bread to the orphanage. He said: I have baked a loaf of bread for you. The children ate it desperately and ate it until they could eat no more. Even though the dean also ate it and kept a big piece for the next few days, the bread still didn't get smaller. So the baker jumped on his horse again, and this time he came to the prison and asked the prisoners to eat as much as they liked. The prisoners and guards ate the bread and tore off a large piece, but the bread did not seem to get any smaller. In the evening, the baker returned to the square. All the men were full, and they stood around the bread and talked. At this time the baker asked his horse to eat the bread too. Late at night, a blonde woman came to the square and said to the baker: "Please! Give me some bread, I'm hungry. The woman was so beautiful that the baker couldn't help but hug her and kiss her. He gave her the bread, then the two of them took off their clothes and together they dug a big hole in the softer part of the bread, after which they got into the bread together, laughed and joked inside, and finally slept together. When the next day dawned, the two of them were very hungry, so hungry that they ate the whole bread. If you chew a bite of bread for a long time, the bread will have a sweet taste. If you pronounce a word for a long time, it will become very strange in. For example, bread was originally bread, but "bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread bread ......" suddenly becomes nothing, or becomes something completely different. When a word sounds very, very strange, you take a few deep breaths, don't move for a while, and wait for the bread to turn back into bread.
By Michael A Riffe3 years ago in Earth
The Magic Drum and the Magic Tree
The Magic Drum and the Magic Tree Once upon a time, there was a kind-hearted king who had a magic drum. This magic drum has a secret, except for the king, who does not know. The owner of the magic drum, as long as he did not cross from the road sticks or fallen branches on the ground, then, when he hit the magic drum, food will come in abundance. On the contrary, when he struck the magic drum, not only would there be no food, but also three hundred warriors would descend from the sky in a fury and beat those present to their knees with whips and sticks. As the king kept this secret in his mind, he acted very cautiously. Therefore, the magic drum always provided food, there was never a dispatch of warriors, and everything went smoothly. One morning, the king's wife took her little daughter to a nearby creek to take a bath. The little girl picked up a palm fruit and ate it. Who knew that the fruit was lost by a turtle, who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit, so he forced the mother and daughter to bring it to the king, and asked the king: "In our country, is stealing other people's belongings a serious crime?" The old king said: It is indeed a serious crime. So the tortoise rattled on and on about how the king's wife had stolen much-needed food from his starving family. When he finished, the king said calmly, "Well, turtle, since you think my wife stole your food, I'll pay you for the damage. You tell me what you want! I will give you whatever you want - chickens, sheep, slaves, which one do you choose?" Without hesitation, the tortoise said, "I want your magic drum." The king had no choice, he is a man of his word and has promised the tortoise to give him whatever he wants, so he had to relent and gave the magic drum to the tortoise. But he did not tell the turtle the secret of what would happen if the stick across the road. He knew that sooner or later the tortoise would always encounter this situation, and the thought of this gave him a little comfort. That night, the turtle showed the magic of the magic drum at home, happy, thinking that it never needed to work again in its life. For three days in a row, the tortoise's family did nothing but eat and sleep and eat. It thus became more and more arrogant and lazy. Finally, one day, the turtle went home unknowingly from a branch on the road to cross over. When he arrived home and beat the magic drum again, this time came not delicious food, but three hundred warriors. These samurai with whips and sticks, beat the turtle's whole family, until they cried out, crying, crying out to their parents, each lying on the ground, dying. When the warriors disappeared, the turtle gradually awoke. It shook its aching body and said to itself, "This magic drum is out of order, it seems to have turned into a demon." It also said: "Anyway, this magic drum can not be used at home in the future, it is better to go to the king to exchange for something else." So, it took the magic drum and slipped out of the house, and went to the king's palace. The king had expected the tortoise to come because he had heard that the tortoise had been beaten. When the tortoise met the king, he complained, "I am tired of this thing, please give me something else!" "Very well." The king replied because he couldn't wait for the tortoise to send the magic drum back sooner. "As it happens, I have a magic tree, that can be used in exchange for the magic drum." The king said: "This magic tree will grow vegetable soup and bread, but can only be asked once a day. Whoever asks for more food on the same day, the magic tree will wither." The tortoise happily exchanged the magic drum for this very unusual magic tree. After hiding the tree in a secret place in the jungle, he went home. The next morning, the tortoise and his wife came to the magic tree with ten gourds, and the tortoise's wife could not believe her eyes. They filled the largest gourd with large pieces of creamy white pasta and the others with vegetable soup that dripped from the branches of the magic tree. That night, the turtle family enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. But when the young turtles asked where the food came from, the old turtle would not say, because the king had told it that the magic tree could only be used once a day. A few days later, the children reported that they did not eat enough, the eldest son sneaked behind his father and found out the secret. Just after his father had taken the food, the turtle's eldest son took his younger siblings together to find the magic tree and greedily ate the vegetable soup and bread from the tree. The next morning, as usual, the turtle got up early in the morning and secretly went to fetch food. However, it was very surprising to see: that the magic tree had died, and in the original place where the magic tree had been placed had grown a dense layer of thorny raffia palm. He crawled home, angry and hungry, and led his family to the jungle where the magic tree had been placed. Pointing to the place where the thorns had grown, he said to his wife and children, "Dear lady and children, I have done my best to feed you, but you have broken the magic so that I can no longer do anything. From now on, you will have to find your food in the bush." After saying that, he went into the thorn bush by himself. Then, his wife and children also climbed in one after another. It is said that since then, the turtles have been living in the thorny bush of Lafia palm trees until now. Dear babies, let's guess the riddle: Small head, long neck, short legs, hard shell, don't look timid and afraid of things, but in terms of life expectancy, there is no limit. [Riddle: Turtle
By Michael A Riffe3 years ago in Earth
European Series - The Opener of the "Marine Civilization" in the Mediterranean - the Cretans
Clearly, no matter what your purpose is to travel between Greece and Egypt, Crete is the perfect springboard. Such a springboard is even more important for ocean pioneers who mainly rely on human-driven ships. If Crete is limited in size, then all it can provide is probably just a trade transit point. However, as the fifth largest island in the Mediterranean Sea (more than 8,000 square kilometers), such a volume was enough to support the existence of a city-state in ancient times.
By guanjianwenti0013 years ago in Earth
Europe Series - The Geographical Relations of Three Civilizations in the Mediterranean
It is a recognized fact that European civilization originated in Greece. Of course, the debate about the authenticity of ancient Greek civilization has also been a hot topic on the Internet in recent years. However, the evidence that is indisputable will not affect the following content. Because according to the consistent perspective of this post, the geography itself is the focus of our attention.
By guanjianwenti0013 years ago in Earth
How to Listen to the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I have personally come to the realization that this statement holds some truth, but also some falsity. True, we can hear no screams out there… I only know this because I was one of those voices at one point in time. Though screams cannot be heard in space, what we call "space" is not quite a vacuum. It is not quite empty, but rather it is very full. It is beyond vast and it is saturated with wonderful beings, entities, forces, and the dark matter that created it all. Our very own vessel, the human being, is one of those wondrous creations. This fact of life would have never crossed my mind had I not experienced it for myself.
By Naomi Grant3 years ago in Earth
A few autumn showers
This year's autumn seems to have come later than previous years. It's been more than two months since the beginning of autumn, and I still can't feel the smell of autumn. Is it possible that autumn is hidden by the sun? In the past few days, it rained a few times to cleanse the hot weather. So, summer had to pack up and reluctantly handed over the "class" to autumn. It was then that autumn came.
By Brian S Snyder3 years ago in Earth
The warm house of the squirrel
The winter wind is blowing, and it hurts like a small knife cutting into your face. The mother squirrel is going to give birth to her baby, but she has not found a place to shelter from the wind. Squirrel's father is very anxious, he jumped around in the trees, trying to find a warm cave, looking for ah ah, the cave is full of animals, he did not find an empty hole.
By Christopher A Mendenhall3 years ago in Earth
