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1、【儿童英文读物】The Adventures of Bobby Coon DREAMS are such queer things, so very real when all the time they are unreal, that sometimes I think they must be the work of fairies,happy dreams the work of good fairies and bad dreams the work of bad fairies. I guess youve had both kinds. I know I have many ti

2、mes. However, Bobby Coon says that fairies have nothing to do with dreams. Bobby ought to know, for be spends most of the winter asleep, and it is only when you are asleep that you have real dreams. Bobby had kept awake as long as there was anything to eat, but when Jack Frost froze everything bard,

3、 and rough Brother North Wind brought the storm-clouds that covered the Green Forest with snow, Bobby climbed into his warm bed inside the big hollow chestnut tree which he called his, curled up comfortably, and went to sleep. He didnt care a hair of his ringed tail how cold it was or how Brother No

4、rth Wind howled and shrieked and blustered. He was so fat that it made him wheeze and puff whenever he tried to hurry during the last few days he was abroad, and this fat helped to keep him warm while he slept, and also kept him from waking from hunger. Bobby didnt sleep right straight through the w

5、inter as does Johnny Chuck. Once in a great while he would wake up, especially if the weather had turned rather warm. He would yawn a few times and then crawl up to his doorway and peep out to see how things were looking outside. Sometimes he would climb down from his home and take a little walk for

6、 exercise. But he never went far, and soon returned for another long nap. As it began to get towards the end of winter his naps were shorter. He was no longer fat. In fact, his stomach complained a great deal of being empty. Perhaps you know what it is like to have a stomach complain that way. It is

7、 very disturbing. It gave Bobby no peace while he was awake, and when he was asleep it gave him bad dreams. Bobby knew very well that no fairies had anything to do with those dreams; they came from a bothersome, empty, complaining stomach and nothing else. One day Bobby had the worst dream of all. H

8、e had prowled around a little the night before but had found nothing wherewith to satisfy his bothersome stomach. So he had gone back to bed very much out of sorts and almost as soon as he was asleep he had begun to dream. At first the dreams were not so very bad, though bad enough. They were mostly

9、 of delicious things to eat which always disappeared just as he was about to taste them. They made him grunt funny little grunts and snarl funny little impatient snarls in his sleep, you know. But at last he began to have a really, truly, bad dream. It was one of the worst dreams Bobby ever had had.

10、 He dreamed that he was walking through the Green Forest, minding his own affairs, when he met a great giant. Being afraid of the great giant, he ran with all his might and hid in a hollow log. No sooner was he inside that hollow log than up came the great giant and began to beat on that hollow log

11、with a great club. Every blow made a terrible noise inside that hollow log. It was like being inside a drum with some one beating it. It filled Bobbys ears with a dreadful roaring. It made his head ache as if it would split. It sent cold shivers all over him. It filled him with dreadful fear and des

12、pair. Yes, indeed, it was a bad dream, a very, very bad dream!该作者的其它作品The Adventures of Buster BearThe Wishing-Stone StoriesOld Mother West WindII. BOBBY BITES HIS OWN TAIL “Oh tell me, some one, if you will Am I awake or dreaming still?” SO cried Bobby Coon to no one in particular, because no one w

13、as there to hear him. Bobby was in a dreadful state of mind. He couldnt tell for the life of him whether he was awake, or asleep and dreaming, and I cannot think of a much worse state of mind than that, can you? There was that dreadful dream Bobby had had, the dream of the dreadful giant who had cha

14、sed him into a hollow log and then beat on that log with a great club, frightening Bobby almost to death, filling his ears with a terrible roaring sound that made his head ache, and sending cold shivers all over him. Bobby was trying to make up his mind to rush out of that hollow log in spite of the

15、 dreadful giant, all in his dream you know, when suddenly his eyes flew open and there he was safe in his bed in the hollow chestnut tree which he called his own. Bobby gave a happy little sigh of relief, it seemed so good to find that dreadful experience only a dream. “Phew!” he exclaimed. “That wa

16、s a bad, bad dream!” And then right on top of that he gave a little squeal of fear. There was that awful pounding again! Was he still dreaming? Was he awake? For the life of him Bobby couldnt tell. There was that same dreadful pounding he had heard in the hollow log, but he wasnt in the hollow log;

17、he was safe at home in his own warm bed. Had he somehow reached home without knowing it, in the strange way that things are done in dreams, and had the dreadful giant followed him? That must be it. It must be that he was still dreaming. He wished that he would wake up. Bobby closed his eyes as tight

18、ly as he knew how for a few minutes. Pound, pound, pound, sounded the dreadful blows. Then he opened his eyes. Surely this was his hollow tree, and certainly he felt very much awake. There was the sunlight peeping in at his doorway high overhead. Yet still those dreadful blows soundedpound, pound, p

19、ound. His head ached still, harder than ever. And with every blow he jumped, and a cold shiver ran over him from the roots of his tail to the tip of his nose. Never in all his life had Bobby known such a mixed-up feeling. “Is this I or isnt it I?” he whimpered. “Am I dreaming and think Im awake, or

20、am I awake and still dreaming? I know what Ill do; Ill bite my tail, and if I feel it Ill know that I must be awake.” So Bobby took the tip of his tail in his mouth and bit it gently. Then he wondered if he really did feel it or just seemed to feel it. So he bit it again, and this time he bit harder

21、. “Ouch!” cried Bobby. “That hurt. I must be awake. Im sure Im awake. But if Im awake, what dreadful thing is happening? Is there a real giant outside pounding on my tree?” Then Bobby noticed something else. With every blow his house seemed to tremble. At first he thought he imagined it, but when he

22、 put his hands against the wall, he felt it tremble. It gave him a horrid sinking feeling inside. He was sure now that he was awake, very much awake. He was sure, too, that something dreadful was happening to his hollow tree, and he couldnt imagine what it could be. And what is more, he was afraid t

23、o climb up to his doorway and look out to see. III. BOBBYS DREADFUL FRIGHT POOR, poor Bobby Coon. Now he was sure that he was really and truly awake, he almost wished that he hadnt tried to find out. It would have been some little comfort to have been able to keep his first feeling that maybe it was

24、 all a bad dream. But now that he knew positively he was awake, he knew that this terrible pounding, which at first had been part of that bad dream, was also real. The truth is, he could no longer doubt that something terrible was happening to his house, the big hollow chestnut-tree he had lived in

25、so long. With every blow, and the blows followed each other so fast that he couldnt count them, the big tree trembled, and Bobby trembled with it. What could it mean? What could be going on outside? He wanted to climb up to his doorway and look out, but somehow he didnt dare to. He was afraid of wha

26、t he might see. Yes, Sir, Bobby Coon was afraid to climb up to his doorway and look out for fear he might see something that would frighten him more than he was already frightened, though how he could possibly have been any more frightened I dont know. Yet all the time it didnt seem to him that he c

27、ould stay where he was another minute. No, Sir, it didnt. He was too frightened to go and too frightened to stay. Now can you think of anything worse than that? The tree trembled more and more, and by and by it began to do more than tremble; with a dreadful, a very dreadful sinking of his heart, Bob

28、by felt his house begin to sway, that is, move a little from side to side. A new fear drove everything else out of his headthe fear that his house might be going to fall! He couldnt believe that this could be true, yet he had the feeling that it was so. He couldnt get rid of it He had lived in that

29、house a long, long time and never in all that long, long time had he once had such a feeling as now possessed him. Many a time had rough Brother North Wind used all his strength against that big chestnut-tree. Sometimes he had made it tremble ever so little, but that was all, and Bobby, curled up in

30、 his snug bed, had laughed at rough Brother North Wind. He just couldnt imagine anything really happening to his tree. But something was happening now. There wasnt the smallest doubt about it. The great old tree shivered and shook with every blow. At last Bobby could stand it no longer. He just had

31、to know what was happening, and what it all meant. With his teeth chattering with fright, he crawled up to his doorway and looked down. Badly frightened as he was, what he saw frightened him still more. It frightened him so that he let go his hold and tumbled down to his bed. Of course that didnt hu

32、rt him, because it was soft, and in a minute he was scrambling up to his doorway again. “What shall I do? What can I do?” whimpered Bobby Coon as he looked down with frightened eyes. “I cant run and I cant stay. What can I do? What can I do?” Bobby Coon was horribly frightened. There was no doubt ab

33、out it, he was horribly frightened. Have you guessed what it was that he saw? Well, it was Farmer Brown and Farmer Browns boy chopping down the big chestnut-tree which had been Bobbys home for so long. And looking on was Bowser the Hound.IV. BROWSER FINDS SOMEONE AT HOME NOW that Bobby Coon knew wha

34、t it was that had frightened him so, he felt no better than before. In fact, he felt worse. Before, he had imagined all sorts of dreadful things, but nothing that he had imagined was as bad as what he now knew to be a fact. His house, the big hollow chestnut-tree in which he had lived so long and in

35、 which he had gone to sleep so happily at the beginning of winter, was being cut down by Farmer Browns boy and Farmer Brown himself, and Bowser the Hound was looking on. There was no other tree near enough to jump to. The only way out was down right where those keen axes were at work and where Bowse

36、r sat watching. What chance was there for him? None. Not the least chance in the world. At least, that is the way Bobby felt about it. That was because he didnt know Farmer Brown and Farmer Browns boy. You see, all this time that Bobby Coon had been having such a dreadful, such a very dreadful time,

37、 Farmer Brown and Farmer Browns boy and Bowser the Hound had known nothing at all about it. Bobby Coon hadnt once entered the heads of any of them. None of them knew that the big chestnut-tree was Bobbys home. If Farmer Browns boy had known it, I suspect that he would have found some good excuse for

38、 not cutting it. But he didnt, and so he swung his axe with a will, for he wanted to show his father that he could do a mans work. Why were they cutting down that big chestnut-tree? Well, you see that tree was practically dead, so Farmer Brown had decided that it could be of use in no way now save a

39、s wood for the fires at home. If it were cut down, the young trees springing up around it would have a better chance to grow. It would be better to cut it now than to allow it to stand, growing weaker all the time, until at last it should fall in some great storm and perhaps break down some of the y

40、oung trees about it. Now if Bobby Coon had known Farmer Brown and Farmer Browns boy as Tommy Tit the Chickadee knew them, and as Happy Jack Squirrel knew them, and as some others knew them, he would have climbed right straight down that tree without the teeniest, weeniest bit of fear of them. He wou

41、ld have known that he was perfectly safe. But he didnt know them, and so he felt both helpless and hopeless, and this is a very dreadful feeling indeed. For a little while he peeped out of his doorway, watching the keen axes and the flying yellow chips. Then he crept miserably back to bed to wait fo

42、r the worst. He just didnt know what else to do. By and by there was a dreadful crack, and another and another. Farmer Brown shouted. So did Farmer Browns boy. Bowser the Hound barked excitedly. Slowly the big tree began to lean over. Then it moved faster and faster, and Bobby Coon felt giddy and si

43、ck. He felt very sick indeed. Then, with a frightful crash, the tree struck the ground, and for a few minutes Bobby didnt know anything at all. No, Sir, he didnt know a single thing. You see, when the tree hit the ground, Bobby was thrown against the side of his house so hard that all the wind was k

44、nocked from his body, and all his senses were knocked from his head. When after a little they returned to him, Bobby discovered that the tree had fallen in such a way that the hole which had been his doorway was partly closed. He was a prisoner in his own house. He didnt mind this so much as you mig

45、ht expect. He began to hope ever so little. He began to hope that Farmer Brown and his boy wouldnt find that hollow and after awhile they would go away. And then Bowser the Hound upset all hope. He came over to the fallen tree and began to sniff along the trunk. When he reached the partly closed hol

46、e which was Bobbys doorway, he began to whine and bark excitedly. He would stick his nose in as far as he could, sniff, then lift his head and bark. After that he would scratch frantically at the hole. “Hello!” exclaimed Farmer Browns boy, “Bowser has found some one at home! I wonder who it can be.”

47、V. BOBBY COON SHOWS FIGHT Who for his home doth bravely fight Is doing what he knows is right. A coward he, the world would say, Should he turn tail and run away. BOBBY COON couldnt run away if he wanted to. I suspect that he would have run only too gladly if there had been the least chance to. But

48、there he was, a prisoner in his own house. He couldnt get out if he wanted to, and he didnt want to just then because he knew by the sound of Bowser the Hounds deep sniffs at his doorway, followed by his eager barks, that Bowser had discovered that he, Bobby, was at home. He knew that Bowser couldnt

49、 get in, and so he was very well content to stay where he was. But presently Bobby heard the voice of Fanner Browns boy, and though Bobby didnt understand what Farmer Browns boy said, his heart sank way down to his toes just the same. At least, that is the way it felt to Bobby. You see, he knew by the sound of that voice, even though he couldnt underst