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
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.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, with snowflakes. Suddenly, the squirrel's father saw red cotton gloves. He hurriedly asked the squirrel mother into it, the glove is really warm, ah, the squirrel mother into it began to give birth to babies, one, two, three, four, five, the squirrel mother a total of five baby squirrels, baby squirrels live in the five fingers of the glove, a finger in a finger, just right, the squirrel mother wanted to ask the squirrel father also come in to live, but, the glove there is no room, the squirrel father had to outside the glove Crouched down, with the tail to cover the body, ready to sleep.
At this time two children are talking while walking toward the squirrel, the child wearing red clothes and a red hat said: "I'm here to play snowball, the glove should be here. The child wearing white clothes and a white hat said: let's look for it again. Papa Squirrel heard their conversation, jumped in front of them, and said, "Hello, are you looking for a red glove? Here is the glove." "Ah, my glove, the glove is found, thank you, little squirrel."
The child in red was about to take the glove when suddenly he spotted the mother squirrel in the glove and he said in surprise, "Ah, another squirrel." The mother squirrel jumped out and called to the inside of the glove, "Come out, children, the owner of the glove is here." Hearing the words of the mother squirrel, the children understood that the mother squirrel had just given birth to a baby, so the child in the red dress hurriedly said, "No, no, don't call the baby out, it's so cold, do you live inside, I don't want the glove." Seeing the squirrel's father, he took the other red glove in his hand and said: this one glove also give you it. After saying that, the two children went away, and the squirrel father and squirrel mother said loudly: Thank you.
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The Little Monkey and the Lion: A Little Bedtime Story for Children
On a beautiful hill, there lived a group of monkeys who lived happily here.
Unfortunately, the day a lion was chased by a hunter, he came to this mountain by mistake. The lion carefully surveyed the mountain, he was stunned, the scenery here is too beautiful. He moved a bad idea, intended to let the lion family occupy this land. Thinking about it, he decided to search the mountain to see if there are other animals there.
At that moment, he saw a shadow flashing in the trees, he followed it, and soon he followed it to the monkey family's habitat (qī). The monkeys were shocked to see the lion coming. After seeing his opponents, the lion laughed contemptuously (miè) and said, "You are cowardly, seeing me a lion scared like this, in a few days when the lion king led the army to come, you will not be scared to death, ha ha ha!" After saying that, he did not look back and walked away.
After hearing the lion's words, the monkeys were frozen, and they immediately gathered around to think of countermeasures.
Compared to the monkeys, the lions can be much easier, the lion back to the lion, everyone is very happy, the lion king are some can not wait, decided to go to the next day to occupy the place. The lion who reported the situation was rewarded and the lion king decided to have dinner to celebrate.
It was getting late, and while the lions were celebrating, the monkeys' discussion was still inconclusive, and before they knew it the mosquitoes were running out. A monkey really can not stand it, and shouted: "These mosquitoes are too annoying." Said the hand waving in the air. Other monkeys also feel the same, have echoed. Suddenly, the monkey king, as if he thought of something, shouted: "There! Let me tell you a story first, which my grandfather told me. Once upon a time, there was a lion ......" After listening to the story, the monkeys were all excited, and they all took action under the cover (yǎn) of the night.
The next day, the lion king led a group of lions to the hill, but they were surprised to find that the group of monkeys still lived there, and they could not see the slightest alarm on their faces.
Feeling insulted (wūrǔ), the lion king arrogantly asked the monkey king, "Don't you feel afraid?" The Monkey King hurriedly explained, "We just admire (yǎngmù) you very much and want to give you a gift before we leave." Hearing this, the Lion King was very happy, "Really? Please bring the gift over here for me to see." The Monkey King pulled out a small box from his body, at which time the other monkeys also pulled out their boxes. "Please look!" With a call from the Monkey King, he opened the box.
The things in the box all gushed out, the lion king fixed his eyes, and was suddenly shocked, the original box flew out of a group of mosquitoes! The lion king certainly will not forget his ancestors were bitten by mosquitoes painful lesson, the monkey king also remembered this point, to find such a good way. The lions in the pride, seeing their king so afraid, also began to stir (sāo) up.
At this time, the monkeys all opened their boxes. At once, the black legions of mosquitoes rushed to the lions, the mosquitoes saw the offspring of the enemy, naturally red-eyed, and the lions remembered the painful lessons of their ancestors, suddenly a mess of mosquitoes bite the lions, and the lions were stung to flee around ......
Monkey King looked at the lions, a smile on his face: "a group of fearless lions, so defeated by a group of mosquitoes ......"
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