Сказки на английском языке для детей

Сказки на английском языке для детей

Английский для детей

  • Сказка на английском языке. The Selfish Gigant
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Round Little Bun
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Chickens Take a Holiday
  • Сказка на английском языке. Good Neighbours.
  • Сказка на английском языке. Too Tiny for Tea.
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Doll (by Jan Carew)
  • Сказка на английском языке. A Good Lesson
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Greatest Treasure
  • Сказка на английском языке. Rosa Goes to the City
  • Сказка на английском языке. Santa’s Christmas
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Four Friends
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Little Pianist
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Little Good Mouse
  • Сказка на английском языке. Rana and his Donkey
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Fisherman
  • Сказка на английском языке. The talking dog
  • Сказка на английском языке. The thirsty crow
  • Сказка на английском языке. Little Fish
  • Сказка на английском языке. The Lion and the Mouse
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    1. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden.
      It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. “How happy we are here!” they cried to each other.
      One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.
      “What are you doing here?” he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.
      “My own garden is my own garden,” said the Giant; “any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.” So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.

      WILL BE

      He was a very selfish Giant.
      The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. “How happy we were there,” they said to each other.
      Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. “Spring has forgotten this garden,” they cried, “so we will live here all the year round.” The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. “This is a delightful spot,” he said, “we must ask the Hail on a visit.” So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.
      “I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,” said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; “I hope there will be a change in the weather.”
      But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none. “He is too selfish,” she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
      One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King’s musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. “I believe the Spring has come at last,” said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.
      What did he see?
      He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children’s heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. “Climb up! little boy,” said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.
      And the Giant’s heart melted as he looked out. “How selfish I have been!” he said; “now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children’s playground for ever and ever.” He was really very sorry for what he had done.
      So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant’s neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. “It is your garden now, little children,” said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o’clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.
      All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.
      “But where is your little companion?” he said: “the boy I put into the tree.” The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.
      “We don’t know,” answered the children; “he has gone away.”
      “You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,” said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.
      Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. “How I would like to see him!” he used to say.
      Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. “I have many beautiful flowers,” he said; “but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.”
      One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.
      Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
      Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, “Who hath dared to wound thee?” For on the palms of the child’s hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.
      “Who hath dared to wound thee?” cried the Giant; “tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.”
      “Nay!” answered the child; “but these are the wounds of Love.”
      “Who art thou?” said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
      And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, “You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.”
      And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

    2. Once there lived an old man and old woman.The old man said,
      “Old woman, bake me a bun.”
      “What can I make it from? I have no flour.” “Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour.”

      The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour.

      She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the window sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door. Then it rolled over the threshold to the entrance hall, from the entrance hall to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard trough the gate and on and on.
      The bun rolled along the road and met a hare.
      “Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up!” said the hare. “Don’t eat me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song,” said the bun, and sang:
      I was scraped from the cupboard,
      Swept from the bin,
      Kneaded with sour cream,
      Fried in butter,
      And cooled on the sill.
      I got away from Grandpa,
      I got away from Grandma
      And I’ll get away from you, hare!
      And the bun rolled away before the hare even saw it move!
      The bun rolled on and met
      a wolf.
      “Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up,” said the wolf.
      “Don’t eat me, gray wolf!” said the bun. “I will sing you a song.” And the bun sang:
      I was scraped from the cupboard,
      Swept from the bin,
      Kneaded with sour cream,
      Fried in butter,
      And cooled on the sill.
      I got away from Grandpa,
      I got away from Grandma
      I got away from the hare,
      And I’ll get away from you, gray wolf!
      And the bun rolled away before the wolf even saw it move!
      The bun rolled on and met
      a bear.
      “Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up,” the bear said.
      “You will not, pigeon toes!”
      And the bun sang:
      I was scraped from the cupboard,
      Swept from the bin,
      Kneaded with sour cream,
      Fried in butter,
      And cooled on the sill.
      I got away from Grandpa,
      I got away from Grandma
      I got away from the hare,
      I got away from the wolf,
      And I’ll get away from you, big bear!
      And again the bun rolled away before the bear even saw it move!
      The bun rolled and rolled and met
      a fox.
      “Hello, little bun, how nice yor are!” said the fox.
      And the bun sang:
      I was scraped from the cupboard,
      Swept from the bin,
      Kneaded with sour cream,
      Fried in butter,
      And cooled on the sill.
      I got away from Grandpa,
      I got away from Grandma,
      I got away from the hare,
      I got away from the wolf,
      I got away from bear,
      And I’ll get away from you, old fox!
      “What a wonderful song!” said the fox. “But little bun, I have became old now and hard of hearing. Come sit on my snout and sing your song again a little louder.”
      The bun jumped up on the fox’s snout and sang the same song.
      “Thank you, little bun, that was a wonderful song. I’d like to hear it again. Come sit on my tongue and sing it for the last time,” said the fox, sticking out her tongue.
      The bun foolishly jumped onto her tongue and- snatch!- she ate it.

    3. The sun was about to rise on Farmer Tim’s farm. Chester Chicken woke up the cows with his important news.
      “The chickens are taking a holiday today,” Chester Chicken said.
      “Is that so?” said Daisy the cow. “What is the special occasion?”
      “We worked too hard this week,” Chester said.
      “You did?” asked Daisy.
      “Yes! We laid ten eggs this week,” Chester said, “and there are only five of us.”
      Daisy smiled and nodded her head. Ten was a lot of eggs for five chickens.
      “Enjoy your day off,” she said.
      “But what about us?” the other cows said to Daisy. “We gave Farmer Tim 100 pails of milk this week. There are only ten of us!”
      Daisy agreed with the cows too. 100 pails of milk would make a lot of cheese.
      “But we can’t take a holiday on the same day as the chickens,” Daisy said. “What would Farmer Tim say?”
      Daisy and the cows moved over to a patch of grass to have their breakfast.
      “The chickens are taking a holiday,” Daisy told the trees. “And we don’t think it’s fair.”

      The trees were not happy with this news.
      “I’ve dropped over 1,000 apples this season,” one said.
      “And I’ve had a million cherries picked!” said another.
      The wind blew and the trees put on their angry faces.
      “We deserve a holiday more than the chickens!” the trees shouted together. “We worked too hard all season.”
      This woke up the rake that was sitting on the grass underneath the trees.
      “Have you heard the news?” the apple tree asked the rake. “The chickens are taking a holiday. They think they worked too hard this week.”
      The rake stood up and announced its disapproval. “I raked over one million leaves this year. And there’s only one of me! If anyone deserves a holiday it is a poor tired rake.”
      Just then Rowdy Rooster hopped on the fence. He looked up into the sky and began to crow. It was time for the farmer to wake up.
      The chickens and cows and trees waited for Farmer Tim to come out and pick up the rake.
      But a minute passed and Farmer Tim did not appear.
      Rowdy called two more times.
      “Call him again,” the chickens yelled to the rooster. “He must be having a dream.”
      Rowdy made one last call and this time Farmer Tim woke up. But he didn’t come out and pick up the rake, or milk the cows, or check on the eggs underneath the chickens. Instead he opened the windowand shouted loud enough for everyone to hear:
      “I worked too hard this week, I say. It’s time I took a holiday!”

    4. After school one winter day, Jack’s mother told him to go out and play in the snow.

      “But it’s so cold outside, Mother!” Jack said.

      “Put on your coat and your hat and your mittens,” his mother said. “You can build a snowman before your father comes home.”

      “I’m going to need a carrot for the nose,” Jack said. “And I’ll need some things for the snowman’s hat and face.”

      Jack got a bucket and collected everything he needed to decorate his snowman. His mother promised she would watch him build the snowman from the window.

      Outside, in his front yard, Jack started with a very small ball of snow. He got on his knees and rolled the snow into a big ball. At another window, someone else was watching Jack play. It was his new neighbour Naoko. Naoko asked her mother if she could go outside and help Jack build his snowman.

      “It’s very cold outside. Are you sure you want to go out and play?” her mother asked.

      “Yes, Mother!” Naoko said. “I will wear my coat and my hat and my mittens.”

      Naoko’s mother helped her put on her winter clothes and promised to watch her from the window.

      “You can play until your father comes home,” her mother said.

      Naoko ran outside to Jack’s yard and asked if she could help him finish his snowman.

      “Yes, please help me,” Jack said. “My father will be home from work very soon.”

      “Okay. What can I do?” Naoko asked.

      “I built my snowman’s body with two snowballs. I need to roll one more for my snowman’s head.”

      “But snowmen only have two snowballs. One is for the body and one is for the head, ” Naoko said.

      “No, snowmen always have three snowballs,” Jack said. “I don’t think I need you to help me after all.”

      Jack picked up some snow and made it into a small snowball. He got on his knees and rolled the snow away from Naoko to make the snowman’s head.

      Naoko walked into her own yard and began to build her own snowman.

      “I don’t want to build a snowman with Jack anyway,” she thought to herself. “I’m going to make my own.”

      Naoko rolled two big balls of snow and put them on top of each other. When she finished that she took off her hat and scarf and decorated the snowman. Lastly, she found some sticks and pine cones and made her snowman’s eyes and mouth and arms. Her mother clapped from the window.

      Jack made a hat for his snowman with his bucket. He used his mother’s sewing buttons for the eyes and mouth. Lastly, he added a carrot for the snowman’s nose. After he finished, Jack’s mother smiled and pointed. His father was driving up the street.

      Suddenly a terrible thing happened. The head fell off Jack’s snowman and crashed to the ground!

      “Oh no! My snowman fell apart,” Jack said, “and my father is almost home!”

      Naoko heard Jack’s cry and ran over to his yard to see what the problem was.

      “I’ll help you roll another snowball,” Naoko said. “If we do it together we can finish it before your father gets home.”

      Together, Jack and Naoko rolled a new snowball. They shaped it with their mittens until it was round. Then they lifted it up onto the snowman’s body and decorated it with the carrot and bucket and buttons.

      “We finished it just in time,” Jack said. “Thank you for your help.”

      “You’re welcome. I like your snowman better,” Naoko said. “Mine doesn’t have a nose.”

      Jack walked over to look at Naoko’s snowman. He loved the pine cone eyes and mouth and the sticks for arms, but he knew it wasn’t finished. Jack ran back to his snowman and pulled the carrot out. He broke it into two pieces and gave half to Naoko.

      “Hurry,” Jack said. “Your snowman needs a nose and your father is driving up the street too.”

      “Thank you,” Naoko said.

      “You’re welcome,” Jack said. “I think our snowmen make good neighbours.”

    5. Marty Mckay was already five years old, but he was still the baby of the family.

      “Can I have some tea too?” Marty asked his mother. She drank her tea from a beautiful cup and stirred it with a silver spoon.

      “No, Marty. You’re too young to drink tea.”

      “But, why?” Marty asked.

      “Because your fingers are too tiny to hold the cup. And tea is too hot for you, baby.”

      “I’m not a baby,” Marty said. “I’m five and a half.”

      Marty went out to the yard. His brother Ralph was playing basketball.

      “Can I play too?” Marty asked. Ralph bounced the ball up and and down under Marty’s nose and then threw it into the basket.

      “No Marty, you’re too young to play basketball.”

      “But, why?” Marty asked.

      “Because the basket is too high for you to reach. And the ball is too big for your tiny baby hands,” Ralph said.

      “I’m not a baby,” Marty said. “I’m five and three quarters.”

      Marty went into the kitchen. His sister Jane was getting ready to ride her bicycle to the candy store.

      “Can I go to the store to buy candy?” Marty asked Jane. He could feel the wind in his hair and the candy on his tongue.

      “No, you’re too young to go to the store,” Jane said.

      “But why?” Marty asked.

      “Because the store is too far for you to ride to. And your baby bike is too slow.”

      “I’m not a baby,” Marty said. “I’m nearly six.”

      “Six?” Jane laughed. “You just turned five!”

      Marty sat on the grass and watched his sister ride away on her bike. He started to cry. Marty’s father was washing the car. He heard a tiny cry and went to find out what was wrong.

      “Why are you crying?” Marty’s father asked.

      “Because I’m too tiny to do anything. I wish I weren’t the youngest one.”

      “Be careful what you wish for,” his father said.

      Just then, Marty’s mother came out to bring Marty’s dad his tea. She patted her belly and smiled.

      “We’re going to have another baby,” his mother said.

      “And that means you’re going to be a big brother,” his father said.

      “But, I’m too tiny to be a big brother,” Marty said. “I’m just a baby!”

    6. Mr Brown lived near the centre of town, but his small house had a garden. Mr Brown liked his garden very much. It had a lot of flowers and they were pretty in summer — red, blue and yellow. Mr Brown liked sitting there in the evenings and at weekends.

      But he had to work, too. Mr Brown worked in an office. It wasn’t near his house, so he often went to work on the bus. He came home on the bus, too.

      Mr Brown was a lonely man. He didn’t have many friends, and he didn’t talk to many people. And so he was sad and often bored.

      One very hot day, Mr Brown walked home. He didn’t want to go on the bus that day. He wanted a walk in the warm sun. In one street there was a small shop. Mr Brown looked in the window.

      There were very old things in the window, and Mr Brown liked old things. He went into the shop.

      ‘Good afternoon,’ said the man in the shop.

      ‘Good afternoon,’ said Mr Brown. ‘Can I look round the shop?’

      ‘Please do.’

      Mr Brown looked at the things in the shop. He saw an old doll with a sad face. It wasn’t a pretty face, but Mr Brown liked it. The doll was a little old man with white hair and black clothes.

      Mr Brown thought, ‘Perhaps the doll is lonely, too.’

      He asked, ‘How much do you want for this old doll?’

      The man thought. ‘Oh, that. Three pounds,’ he said.

      Mr Brown wanted the doll. Why? He didn’t know. But he wanted it. Three pounds was a lot of money for an old doll, but Mr Brown paid it. He went out with the doll in his hand.

      He looked at its face. ‘Is it smiling?’ he wondered. ‘No,’ he thought. ‘It’s only a doll.’ He said to it, ‘I’m going to take you home,’

      The doll didn’t answer – it was only a doll. So why did Mr Brown speak to it? Because he was lonely. He put it in his case with his papers from the office.

      Mr Brown was tired now, so he got on the bus. The man came for Mr Brown’s money and Mr Brown bought a ticket.

      Suddenly, somebody on the bus spoke. ‘Go away!’ said the person. ‘You stupid man. Go away!’

      Everybody on the bus looked at Mr Brown. ‘Did he say that?’ they wondered.

      The ticket man was angry with Mr Brown. ‘Why did he say that?’ he wondered. He gave Mr Brown a ticket and went away. He didn’t like Mr Brown.

      When Mr Brown got home, he was very tired. ‘Who spoke on the bus?’ he wondered. He didn’t know. He took the doll out of his case and looked at it.

      It was only a doll. It wasn’t very pretty. It was quite ugly but it had a smile on its face. ‘That’s strange,’ thought Mr Brown. He put the doll on the table and had his dinner.

      Mr Brown wasn’t very hungry, so he only ate some bread and butter. Then he went to bed and slept. He forgot the doll. It was on the table.

      Morning came, and the sun shone into the room. Mr Brown opened his eyes. There was something on his bed. ‘What is it?’ he wondered.

      He looked, and he saw the doll. ‘But I left it on the table. It can’t walk — it’s only a doll,’ Mr Brown didn’t understand it. It was very strange.

      Mr Brown went to the front door. ‘Are there any letters for me?’ he wondered.

      Yes, there were three with his name and address. But what was this? The letters were open! Who opened them? Mr Brown didn’t know.

      Mr Brown ate his breakfast. Then he went to the bus stop and waited. His bus came and stopped for him. Mr Brown got on with his case and sat down.

      There were a lot of people on the bus, and one old woman couldn’t sit down. Her face was tired, and Mr Brown was a kind man. He stood up for her, and she sat down.

      Then suddenly, somebody spoke. ‘You stupid old thing!’

      The woman turned and looked at Mr Brown. She was very angry. Mr Brown’s face went red. Then he remembered the doll.

      He got off the bus. He couldn’t understand it. ‘That doll’s at home,’ he thought. ‘Or is it?’

      Mr Brown opened his case and looked inside. The doll was there, with a big smile on its ugly face!

      He put the doll down on the street and left it there. Then he went to work. ‘That’s the end of that doll,’ he thought. ‘Good!’

      Mr Brown worked well all day. After work, he walked to the bus stop. But what was that? The doll was at the bus stop! Mr Brown saw the white hair and the black clothes, and he saw the smile, too. ‘What’s happening?’ he wondered. ‘It’s waiting for me! It isn’t only a doll. But what is it?’

      He turned and ran away from the bus stop. Then he walked home. He had to walk three kilometres to his house. He was very tired.

      Mr Brown sat down in a chair and went to sleep. He slept for an hour.

      Suddenly, there was a big noise in another room – CRASH! SMASH! Mr Brown opened his eyes. ‘What’s wrong?’ he wondered. He went into the other room.

      The doll was there again. It sat on the table and looked at him. Mr Brown’s cups and plates were all on the floor.

      ‘It isn’t only a doll,’ Mr Brown thought. ‘And it isn’t a friend. This is difficult. What can I do?’

      He took the doll into the garden and buried it in the ground.

      ‘That really is the end of you,’ said Mr Brown. ‘You’re under the ground now. You won’t get out of there.’

      Next day, Mr Brown went to work on the bus. He didn’t have the doll now and nobody spoke. He worked hard, and he was happy.

      Mr Brown came home again that night. He watched television. ‘This is good,’ he thought.

      At eleven o’clock he went to bed. The house was dark and quiet.

      But an hour later, there was a sudden noise in the night. Mr Brown sat up in bed. He was cold and afraid. ‘What was that noise?’ he wondered.

      The noise was at the back door. Mr Brown was afraid, but he opened the door. It was the doll again!

      It was dirty from the ground, but it looked at Mr Brown and smiled. It was a cold smile, and Mr Brown was very afraid.

      He looked at the doll and said, ‘Go away! Please! Go away!’

      The doll didn’t speak – it only smiled again. Mr Brown was very angry now. He took the doll into the garden again. He found some wood, and he made a big fire. He lit the fire. Then he put the doll on the top.

      ‘Now die!’ said Mr Brown. ‘It’s different this time. This will be the end of you.’ And Mr Brown smiled. The fire was hot and red.

      The fire got bigger – and bigger. Suddenly there was a loud cry, and people ran out of their houses. ‘What’s wrong?’ they shouted.

      ‘There’s a big fire in Mr Brown’s garden,’ somebody said. ‘Look!’

      And there was a big fire.

      The people looked round the house and garden. They couldn’t find Mr Brown. But on the ground near the fire, there was a doll with white hair and black clothes. It wasn’t a pretty doll. And there was a smile on its face.

    7. Once a rich Englishwoman called Mrs Johnson decided to have a birthday party. She invited a lot of guests and a singer. The singer was poor, but he had a very good voice.

      The singer got to Mrs Johnson’s house at exactly six o’clock as he had been asked to do, but when he went in, he saw through a door that the dining-room was already full of guests, who were sitting round a big table in the middle of the room. The guests were eating, joking, laughing, and talking loudly. Mrs Johnson came out to him, and he thought she was going to ask him to join them, when she said, «We’re glad, sir, that you have come. You will be singing after dinner, I’ll call you as soon as we’re ready to listen to you. Now will you go into the kitchen and have dinner, too, please?»
      The singer was very angry, but said nothing. At first he wanted to leave Mrs Johnson’s house at once, but then he changed his mind and decided to stay and teach her and her rich guests a good lesson. When the singer went into the kitchen, the servants were having dinner, too. He joined them. After dinner, the singer thanked everybody and said, «Well, now I’m going to sing to you, my good friends.» And he sang them some beautiful songs.
      Soon Mrs Johnson called the singer.
      «Well, sir, we’re ready.»
      «Ready?» asked the singer. «What are you ready for?»
      «To listen to you,» said Mrs Johnson in an angry voice.
      «Listen to me? But I have already sung, and I’m afraid I shan’t be able to sing any more tonight.»
      «Where did you sing?»
      «In the kitchen. I always sing for those I have dinner with.»

    8. ONCE upon a time there lived a King and Queen who loved each other so much that they were never happy unless they were together. Day after day they went out hunting or fishing; night after night they went to balls or to the opera; they sang, and danced, and ate sugar-plums, and were the gayest of the gay, and all their subjects followed their example so that the kingdom was called the Joyous Land. Now in the next kingdom everything was as different as it could possibly be. The King was sulky and savage, and never enjoyed himself at all. He looked so ugly and cross that all his subjects feared him, and he hated the very sight of a cheerful face; so if he ever caught anyone smiling he had his head cut off that very minute. This kingdom was very appropriately called the Land of Tears. Now when this wicked King heard of the happiness of the Jolly King, he was so jealous that he collected a great army and set out to fight him, and the news of his approach was soon brought to the King and Queen. The Queen, when she heard of it, was frightened out of her wits, and began to cry bitterly. ‘Sire,’ she said, ‘let us collect all our riches and run away as far as ever we can, to the other side of the world.’

      But the King answered:

      ‘Fie, madam! I am far too brave for that. It is better to die than to be a coward.’

      Then he assembled all his armed men, and after bidding the Queen a tender farewell, he mounted his splendid horse and rode away. When he was lost to sight the Queen could do nothing but weep, and wring her hands, and cry.

      ‘Alas! If the King is killed, what will become of me and of my little daughter?’ and she was so sorrowful that she could neither eat nor sleep.

      The King sent her a letter every day, but at last, one morning, as she looked out of the palace window, she saw a messenger approaching in hot haste.

      ‘What news, courier? What news?’ cried the Queen, and he answered:

      ‘The battle is lost and the King is dead, and in another moment the enemy will be here.’

      The poor Queen fell back insensible, and all her ladies carried her to bed, and stood round her weeping and wailing. Then began a tremendous noise and confusion, and they knew that the enemy had arrived, and very soon they heard the King himself stamping about the palace seeking the Queen. Then her ladies put the little Princess into her arms, and covered her up, head and all, in the bedclothes, and ran for their lives, and the poor Queen lay there shaking, and hoping she would not be found. But very soon the wicked King clattered into the room, and in a fury because the Queen would not answer when he called to her, he tore back her silken coverings and tweaked off her lace cap, and when all her lovely hair came tumbling down over her shoulders, he wound it three times round his hand and threw her over his shoulder, where he carried her like a sack of flour.

      The poor Queen held her little daughter safe in her arms and shrieked for mercy, but the wicked King only mocked her, and begged her to go on shrieking, as it amused him, and so mounted his great black horse, and rode back to his own country. When he got there he declared that he would have the Queen and the little Princess hanged on the nearest tree; but his courtiers said that seemed a pity, for when the baby grew up she would be a very nice wife for the King’s only son.

      The King was rather pleased with this idea, and shut the Queen up in the highest room of a tall tower, which was very tiny, and miserably furnished with a table and a very hard bed upon the floor. Then he sent for a fairy who lived near his kingdom, and after receiving her with more politeness than he generally showed, and entertaining her at a sumptuous feast, he took her up to see the Queen. The fairy was so touched by the sight of her misery that when she kissed her hand she whispered:

      ‘Courage, madam! I think I see a way to help you.’

      The Queen, a little comforted by these words, received her graciously, and begged her to take pity upon the poor little Princess, who had met with such a sudden reverse of fortune. But the King got very cross when he saw them whispering together, and cried harshly:

      ‘Make an end of these fine speeches, madam. I brought you here to tell me if the child will grow up pretty and fortunate.’

      Then the Fairy answered that the Princess would be as pretty, and clever, and well brought up as it was possible to be, and the old King growled to the Queen that it was lucky for her that it was so, as they would certainly have been hanged if it were otherwise. Then he stamped off, taking the Fairy with him, and leaving the poor Queen in tears.

      ‘How can I wish my little daughter to grow up pretty if she is to be married to that horrid little dwarf, the King’s son,’ she said to herself, ‘and yet, if she is ugly we shall both be killed. If I could only hide her away somewhere, so that the cruel King could never find her.’

      As the days went on, the Queen and the little Princess grew thinner and thinner, for their hard-hearted gaoler gave them every day only three boiled peas and a tiny morsel of black bread, so they were always terribly hungry. At last, one evening, as the Queen sat at her spinning-wheel–for the King was so avaricious that she was made to work day and night–she saw a tiny, pretty little mouse creep out of a hole, and said to it:

      ‘Alas, little creature! what are you coming to look for here? I only have three peas for my day’s provision, so unless you wish to fast you must go elsewhere.’

      But the mouse ran hither and thither, and danced and capered so prettily, that at last the Queen gave it her last pea, which she was keeping for her supper, saying: ‘Here, little one, eat it up; I have nothing better to offer you, but I give this willingly in return for the amusement I have had from you.’

      She had hardly spoken when she saw upon the table a delicious little roast partridge, and two dishes of preserved fruit. ‘Truly,’ said she, ‘a kind action never goes unrewarded; ‘and she and the little Princess ate their supper with great satisfaction, and then the Queen gave what was left to the little mouse, who danced better than ever afterwards. The next morning came the gaoler with the Queen’s allowance of three peas, which he brought in upon a large dish to make them look smaller; but as soon as he set it down the little mouse came and ate up all three, so that when the Queen wanted her dinner there was nothing left for her. Then she was quite provoked, and said:

      ‘What a bad little beast that mouse must be! If it goes on like this I shall be starved.’ But when she glanced at the dish again it was covered with all sorts of nice things to eat, and the Queen made a very good dinner, and was gayer than usual over it. But afterwards as she sat at her spinning-wheel she began to consider what would happen if the little Princess did not grow up pretty enough to please the King, and she said to herself:

      ‘Oh! if I could only think of some way of escaping.’

      As she spoke she saw the little mouse playing in a corner with some long straws. The Queen took them and began to plait them, saying:

      ‘If only I had straws enough I would make a basket with them, and let my baby down in it from the window to any kind passer- by who would take care of her.’

      By the time the straws were all plaited the little mouse had dragged in more and more, until the Queen had plenty to make her basket, and she worked at it day and night, while the little mouse danced for her amusement; and at dinner and supper time the Queen gave it the three peas and the bit of black bread, and always found something good in the dish in their place. She really could not imagine where all the nice things came from. At last one day when the basket was finished, the Queen was looking out of the window to see how long a cord she must make to lower it to the bottom of the tower, when she noticed a little old woman who was leaning upon her stick and looking up at her. Presently she said:

      ‘I know your trouble, madam. If you like I will help you.’

      ‘Oh! my dear friend,’ said the Queen. ‘If you really wish to be of use to me you will come at the time that I will appoint, and I will let down my poor little baby in a basket. If you will take her, and bring her up for me, when I am rich I will reward you splendidly.’

      ‘I don’t care about the reward,’ said the old woman, ‘but there is one thing I should like. You must know that I am very particular about what I eat, and if there is one thing that I fancy above all others, it is a plump, tender little mouse. If there is such a thing in your garret just throw it down to me, and in return I will promise that your little daughter shall be well taken care of.’

      The Queen when she heard this began to cry, but made no answer, and the old woman after waiting a few minutes asked her what was the matter.

      ‘Why,’ said the Queen, ‘there is only one mouse in this garret, and that is such a dear, pretty little thing that I cannot bear to think of its being killed.’

      ‘What!’ cried the old woman, in a rage. ‘Do you care more for a miserable mouse than for your own baby? Good-bye, madam! I leave you to enjoy its company, and for my own part I thank my stars that I can get plenty of mice without troubling you to give them to me.’

      And she hobbled off grumbling and growling. As to the Queen, she was so disappointed that, in spite of finding a better dinner than usual, and seeing the little mouse dancing in its merriest mood, she could do nothing but cry. That night when her baby was fast asleep she packed it into the basket, and wrote on a slip of paper, ‘This unhappy little girl is called Delicia!’ This she pinned to its robe, and then very sadly she was shutting the basket, when in sprang the little mouse and sat on the baby’s pillow.

      ‘Ah! little one,’ said the Queen, ‘it cost me dear to save your life. How shall I know now whether my Delicia is being taken care of or no? Anyone else would have let the greedy old woman have you, and eat you up, but I could not bear to do it.’ Whereupon the Mouse answered:

      ‘Believe me, madam, you will never repent of your kindness.’

      The Queen was immensely astonished when the Mouse began to speak, and still more so when she saw its little sharp nose turn to a beautiful face, and its paws to hands and feet; then it suddenly grew tall, and the Queen recognised the Fairy who had come with the wicked King to visit her.

      The Fairy smiled at her astonished look, and said:

      ‘I wanted to see if you were faithful and capable of feeling a real friendship for me, for you see we fairies are rich in everything but friends, and those are hard to find.’

      ‘It is not possible that YOU should want for friends, you charming creature,’ said the Queen, kissing her.

      ‘Indeed it is so,’ the Fairy said. ‘For those who are only friendly with me for their own advantage, I do not count at all. But when you cared for the poor little mouse you could not have known there was anything to be gained by it, and to try you further I took the form of the old woman whom you talked to from the window, and then I was convinced that you really loved me.’ Then, turning to the little Princess, she kissed her rosy lips three times, saying:

      ‘Dear little one, I promise that you shall be richer than your father, and shall live a hundred years, always pretty and happy, without fear of old age and wrinkles.’

      The Queen, quite delighted, thanked the Fairy gratefully, and begged her to take charge of the little Delicia and bring her up as her own daughter. This she agreed to do, and then they shut the basket and lowered it carefully, baby and all, to the ground at the foot of the tower. The Fairy then changed herself back into the form of a mouse, and this delayed her a few seconds, after which she ran nimbly down the straw rope, but only to find when she got to the bottom that the baby had disappeared.

      In the greatest terror she ran up again to the Queen, crying:

      ‘All is lost! my enemy Cancaline has stolen the Princess away. You must know that she is a cruel fairy who hates me, and as she is older than I am and has more power, I can do nothing against her. I know no way of rescuing Delicia from her clutches.’

      When the Queen heard this terrible news she was heart-broken, and begged the Fairy to do all she could to get the poor little Princess back again. At this moment in came the gaoler, and when he missed the little Princess he at once told the King, who came in a great fury asking what the Queen had done with her. She answered that a fairy, whose name she did not know, had come and carried her off by force. Upon this the King stamped upon the ground, and cried in a terrible voice:

      ‘You shall be hung! I always told you you should.’ And without another word he dragged the unlucky Queen out into the nearest wood, and climbed up into a tree to look for a branch to which he could hang her. But when he was quite high up, the Fairy, who had made herself invisible and followed them, gave him a sudden push, which made him lose his footing and fall to the ground with a crash and break four of his teeth, and while he was trying to mend them the fairy carried the Queen off in her flying chariot to a beautiful castle, where she was so kind to her that but for the loss of Delicia the Queen would have been perfectly happy. But though the good little mouse did her very utmost, they could not find out where Cancaline had hidden the little Princess.

      Thus fifteen years went by, and the Queen had somewhat recovered from her grief, when the news reached her that the son of the wicked King wished to marry the little maiden who kept the turkeys, and that she had refused him; the wedding-dresses had been made, nevertheless, and the festivities were to be so splendid that all the people for leagues round were flocking in to be present at them. The Queen felt quite curious about a little turkey-maiden who did not wish to be a Queen, so the little mouse conveyed herself to the poultry-yard to find out what she was like.

      She found the turkey-maiden sitting upon a big stone, barefooted, and miserably dressed in an old, coarse linen gown and cap; the ground at her feet was all strewn with robes of gold and silver, ribbons and laces, diamonds and pearls, over which the turkeys were stalking to and fro, while the King’s ugly, disagreeable son stood opposite her, declaring angrily that if she would not marry him she should be killed.

      The Turkey-maiden answered proudly:

      ‘I never will marry you I you are too ugly and too much like your cruel father. Leave me in peace with my turkeys, which I like far better than all your fine gifts.’

      The little mouse watched her with the greatest admiration, for she was as beautiful as the spring; and as soon as the wicked Prince was gone, she took the form of an old peasant woman and said to her:

      ‘Good day, my pretty one! you have a fine flock of turkeys there.’

      The young Turkey-maiden turned her gentle eyes upon the old woman, and answered:

      ‘Yet they wish me to leave them to become a miserable Queen! what is your advice upon the matter?’

      ‘My child,’ said the Fairy, ‘a crown is a very pretty thing, but you know neither the price nor the weight of it.’

      ‘I know so well that I have refused to wear one,’ said the little maiden, ‘though I don’t know who was my father, or who was my mother, and I have not a friend in the world.’

      ‘You have goodness and beauty, which are of more value than ten kingdoms,’ said the wise Fairy. ‘But tell me, child, how came you here, and how is it you have neither father, nor mother, nor friend?’

      ‘A Fairy called Cancaline is the cause of my being here,’ answered she, ‘for while I lived with her I got nothing but blows and harsh words, until at last I could bear it no longer, and ran away from her without knowing where I was going, and as I came through a wood the wicked Prince met me, and offered to give me charge of the poultry-yard. I accepted gladly, not knowing that I should have to see him day by day. And now he wants to marry me, but that I will never consent to.’

      Upon hearing this the Fairy became convinced that the little Turkey-maiden was none other than the Princess Delicia.

      ‘What is your name, my little one?’ said she.

      ‘I am called Delicia, if it please you,’ she answered.

      Then the Fairy threw her arms round the Princess’s neck, and nearly smothered her with kisses, saying:

      ‘Ah, Delicia! I am a very old friend of yours, and I am truly glad to find you at last; but you might look nicer than you do in that old gown, which is only fit for a kitchen-maid. Take this pretty dress and let us see the difference it will make.’

      So Delicia took off the ugly cap, and shook out all her fair shining hair, and bathed her hands and face in clear water from the nearest spring till her cheeks were like roses, and when she was adorned with the diamonds and the splendid robe the Fairy had given her, she looked the most beautiful Princess in the world, and the Fairy with great delight cried:

      ‘Now you look as you ought to look, Delicia: what do you think about it yourself?’

      And Delicia answered:

      ‘I feel as if I were the daughter of some great king.’

      ‘And would you be glad if you were?’ said the Fairy.

      ‘Indeed I should,’ answered she.

      ‘Ah, well,’ said the Fairy, ‘to-morrow I may have some pleasant news for you.’

      So she hurried back to her castle, where the Queen sat busy with her embroidery, and cried:

      ‘Well, madam! will you wager your thimble and your golden needle that I am bringing you the best news you could possibly hear?’

      ‘Alas!’ sighed the Queen, ‘since the death of the Jolly King and the loss of my Delicia, all the news in the world is not worth a pin to me.

      ‘There, there, don’t be melancholy,’ said the Fairy. ‘I assure you the Princess is quite well, and I have never seen her equal for beauty. She might be a Queen to-morrow if she chose; ‘and then she told all that had happened, and the Queen first rejoiced over the thought of Delicia’s beauty, and then wept at the idea of her being a Turkey-maiden.

      ‘I will not hear of her being made to marry the wicked King’s son,’ she said. ‘Let us go at once and bring her here.’

      In the meantime the wicked Prince, who was very angry with Delicia, had sat himself down under a tree, and cried and howled with rage and spite until the King heard him, and cried out from the window:

      ‘What is the matter with you, that you are making all this disturbance?’

      The Prince replied:

      ‘It is all because our Turkey-maiden will not love me!’

      ‘Won’t love you? eh!’ said the King. ‘We’ll very soon see about that!’ So he called his guards and told them to go and fetch Delicia. ‘See if I don’t make her change her mind pretty soon!’ said the wicked King with a chuckle.

      Then the guards began to search the poultry-yard, and could find nobody there but Delicia, who, with her splendid dress and her crown of diamonds, looked such a lovely Princess that they hardly dared to speak to her. But she said to them very politely:

      ‘Pray tell me what you are looking for here?’

      ‘Madam,’ they answered, ‘we are sent for an insignificant little person called Delicia.’

      ‘Alas!’ said she, ‘that is my name. What can you want with me?’

      So the guards tied her hands and feet with thick ropes, for fear she might run away, and brought her to the King, who was waiting with his son.

      When he saw her he was very much astonished at her beauty, which would have made anyone less hard-hearted sorry for her. But the wicked King only laughed and mocked at her, and cried: ‘Well, little fright, little toad! why don’t you love my son, who is far too handsome and too good for you? Make haste and begin to love him this instant, or you shall be tarred and feathered.’

      Then the poor little Princess, shaking with terror, went down on her knees, crying:

      ‘Oh, don’t tar and feather me, please! It would be so uncomfortable. Let me have two or three days to make up my mind, and then you shall do as you like with me.’

      The wicked Prince would have liked very much to see her tarred and feathered, but the King ordered that she should be shut up in a dark dungeon. It was just at this moment that the Queen and the Fairy arrived in the flying chariot, and the Queen was dreadfully distressed at the turn affairs had taken, and said miserably that she was destined to be unfortunate all her days. But the Fairy bade her take courage.

      ‘I’ll pay them out yet,’ said she, nodding her head with an air of great determination.

      That very same night, as soon as the wicked King had gone to bed, the Fairy changed herself into the little mouse, and creeping up on to his pillow nibbled his ear, so that he squealed out quite loudly and turned over on his other side; but that was no good, for the little mouse only set to work and gnawed away at the second ear until it hurt more than the first one.

      Then the King cried ‘Murder!’ and ‘Thieves!’ and all his guards ran to see what was the matter, but they could find nothing and nobody, for the little mouse had run off to the Prince’s room and was serving him in exactly the same way. All night long she ran from one to the other, until at last, driven quite frantic by terror and want of sleep, the King rushed out of the palace crying:

      ‘Help! help! I am pursued by rats.’

      The Prince when he heard this got up also, and ran after the King, and they had not gone far when they both fell into the river and were never heard of again.

      Then the good Fairy ran to tell the Queen, and they went together to the black dungeon where Delicia was imprisoned. The Fairy touched each door with her wand, and it sprang open instantly, but they had to go through forty before they came to the Princess, who was sitting on the floor looking very dejected. But when the Queen rushed in, and kissed her twenty times in a minute, and laughed, and cried, and told Delicia all her history, the Princess was wild with delight. Then the Fairy showed her all the wonderful dresses and jewels she had brought for her, and said:

      ‘Don’t let us waste time; we must go and harangue the people.’

      So she walked first, looking very serious and dignified, and wearing a dress the train of which was at least ten ells long. Behind her came the Queen wearing a blue velvet robe embroidered with gold, and a diamond crown that was brighter than the sun itself. Last of all walked Delicia, who was so beautiful that it was nothing short of marvellous.

      They proceeded through the streets, returning the salutations of all they met, great or small, and all the people turned and followed them, wondering who these noble ladies could be.

      When the audience hall was quite full, the Fairy said to the subjects of the Wicked King that if they would accept Delicia, who was the daughter of the Jolly King, as their Queen, she would undertake to find a suitable husband for her, and would promise that during their reign there should be nothing but rejoicing and merry-making, and all dismal things should be entirely banished. Upon this the people cried with one accord, ‘We will, we will! we have been gloomy and miserable too long already.’ And they all took hands and danced round the Queen, and Delicia, and the good Fairy, singing: ‘Yes, yes; we will, we will!’

      Then there were feasts and fireworks in every street in the town, and early the next morning the Fairy, who had been all over the world in the night, brought back with her, in her flying chariot, the most handsome and good-tempered Prince she could find anywhere. He was so charming that Delicia loved him from the moment their eyes met, and as for him, of course he could not help thinking himself the luckiest Prince in the world. The Queen felt that she had really come to the end of her misfortunes at last, and they all lived happily ever after.

    9. Rana was a young boy who loved nature and admired all that was beautiful. He lived in a beautiful house, away from the town. He did all his work himself with the help of his donkey who was very faithful. Rana grew wheat and vegetables himself to live on. He cut and sewed his own clothes. He made his own shoes. He was very happy to live alone in his lonely place.

      Though his donkey did all the work he was asked to do, Rana was not pleased with him. He thought that his donkey was very lazy and did not carry much load.

      Rana always wanted to get rid of his donkey. Rana did not realize his good qualities and often complained of his laziness and lack of will to work.

      One day, he was returning from his fields. An idea struck him. He said to himself, “How nice it will be if I exchange my donkey with a motor car. In a car, I shall look great and be able to go to even distant places. A car is really more useful and faster than this slow donkey of mine.”

      The donkey knew, from the behaviour of his master, that he wanted to abandon him. He was very sad and heart- broken. But, the poor creature was helpless. He could only wail and that he did.

      Next day, Rana went to the town with his donkey. There he changed him for a car. He was very happy because now he could go anywhere. When he left the town in his car, he had two friends with him. He and his friends were thrilled with excitement. His friends asked him to drive faster and faster, and he drove as fast as he could.

      The donkey was very sad to be left behind. He could not control his tears because he knew that his master had abandoned him. Rana had not remembered his faithfulness even.

      “Alight, my master! I never thought you would be so heartless,” said the donkey with tears in his eyes. Rana was driving the car with great enthusiasm. His friends were also praising it highly. Suddenly the car jumped and stopped, making strange noises. They received jolts and one of Rana’s friends shouted, “Oh Lord! What has gone wrong with the car?”

      “Its nuts and bolts are coming out! It is dead!” said Rana gloomily. They all came down. Rana got under the car to repair it. But, alas, he knew nothing about its mechanism.

      His friends stood aside and laughed at him and his car, “Look, this is Rana’s car!”…

      “What a fine car which does not move!”

      Rana realized his mistake. It was not his donkey who would obey his orders. He was very sorry for the bargain. Qualities of his donkey came to his mind one by one. Rana left the car in the way and went back to the faithful donkey. The poor donkey welcomed his master this time with tears of joy in his eyes.

      “My dear friend, I am sorry I forgot you and your good qualities. You would have never left me in the way as that car has done. I wish I had not changed you for the car. I have been the loser,” said Rana, full of remorse, to the donkey.

      Though Rana and donkey both were said, Rana had learnt the lesson that all that is new is not always better than all that is old.

    10. One day a fisherman was lying on a beautiful beach, with his fishing pole propped up in the sand and his solitary line cast out into the sparkling blue surf. He was enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun and the prospect of catching a fish.

      About that time, a businessman came walking down the beach, trying to relieve some of the stress of his workday. He noticed the fisherman sitting on the beach and decided to find out why this fisherman was fishing instead of working harder to make a living for himself and his family.

      “You aren’t going to catch many fish that way,” said the businessman to the fisherman, “you should be working rather than lying on the beach!”

      The fisherman looked up at the businessman, smiled and replied, “And what will my reward be?”

      “Well, you can get bigger nets and catch more fish!” was the businessman’s answer.

      “And then what will my reward be?” asked the fisherman, still smiling.

      The businessman replied, “You will make money and you’ll be able to buy a boat, which will then result in larger catches of fish!”

      “And then what will my reward be?” asked the fisherman again.

      The businessman was beginning to get a little irritated with the fisherman’s questions. “You can buy a bigger boat, and hire some people to work for you!” he said.

      “And then what will my reward be?” repeated the fisherman.

      The businessman was getting angry. “Don’t you understand? You can build up a fleet of fishing boats, sail all over the world, and let all your employees catch fish for you!”

      Once again the fisherman asked, “And then what will my reward be?”

      The businessman was red with rage and shouted at the fisherman, “Don’t you understand that you can become so rich that you will never have to work for your living again! You can spend all the rest of your days sitting on this beach, looking at the sunset. You won’t have a care in the world!”

      The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said, “And what do you think I’m doing right now?”

    11. A man tried to sell his neighbour a new dog. “This is a talking dog,” he said. “And you can have him for five dollars.” The neighbour said, “Who do you think you’re kidding with this talking dog stuff?
      There ain’t no such animal.” Suddenly the dog looked up with tears in his eyes. “Please buy me, Sir,” he pleaded. “This man is cruel. He never buys me a meal, never bathes me, never takes me for a walk. And I used to be the richest trick dog in America. I performed before kings. I was in the army and was decorated ten times.” “Hey!” said the neighbour. “He can talk. Why do you want to sell him for just five dollars?” “Because,” said the seller, “I’m getting tired of all his lies.”

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