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1、【儿童英文读物】The Tale of Jolly RobinI NESTLINGS Of course, there was a time, once, when Jolly Robin was just a nestling himself. With two brothers and one sisterall of them, like him, much spotted with blackhe lived in a house in one of Farmer Greens apple trees. The house was made of grass and leaves, p

2、lastered on the inside with mud, and lined with softer, finer grass, which his mother had chosen with the greatest care. But Jolly never paid much attention to his first home. What interested him more than anything else was food. From dawn till dark, he was always cheeping for something to eat. And

3、since the other children were just as hungry as he was, those four growing babies kept their parents busy finding food for them. It was then that Jolly Robin learned to like angleworms. And though he ate greedily of insects and bugs, as well as wild berries, he liked angleworms best. Jolly and his s

4、ister and his brothers could always tell when their father or their mother brought home some dainty, because the moment the parent lighted upon the limb where the nest was built they could feel their home sink slightly, from the added weight upon the branch. Then the youngsters would set up a loud s

5、qualling, with a great craning of necks and stretching of orange-colored mouths. Sometimes, when the dainty was specially big, Mr. or Mrs. Robin would say, “Cuck! cuck!” That meant “Open wide!” But they seldom found it necessary to give that order. Somehow, Jolly Robin managed to eat more than the r

6、est of the nestlings. And so he grew faster than the others. He soon learned a few tricks, too. For instance, if Mrs. Robin happened to be sitting on the nest, to keep her family warm, when Mr. Robin returned with a lunch for the children, Jolly had a trick that he played on his mother, in case she

7、didnt move off the nest fast enough to suit him. He would whisper to the rest of the children. And then they would jostle their fond parent, lifting her up above them, and sometimes almost upsetting her, so that she had hard work to keep from falling off the nest. Mrs. Robin did not like that trick

8、very well. But she knew that Jolly would not annoy her with it long. Indeed, he was only eleven days old when he left his birthplace and went out into the wide world. You see, the young folk grew so fast that they soon more than filled the house. So there was nothing their parents could do but persu

9、ade them to leave home and learn to fly. One day, therefore, Mr. Robin did not bring his childrens food to the edge of the nest and drop it into their mouths. Instead, he stood on the limb a little distance away from them and showed them a plump angleworm. The sight of that dainty was more than Joll

10、y Robin could resist. He scrambled boldly out of the nest; and tottering up to his father on his wobbling legs, he 5snatched the tempting morsel out of his proud parents bill. Jolly never went back to the nest after that. The next day Mrs. Robin coaxed the other children from home in the same fashio

11、n. And though it may seem a heartless act, it was really the best thing that could have happened to Jolly and his sister and his brothers. You see, they had to learn to fly. And so long as they stayed in the nest they could never learn a difficult feat like flying. II LEARNING TO FLY After Jolly Rob

12、in had gulped down the fat angleworm with which his father had coaxed him to leave the nest, he clung desperately to the limb. With no food in sight he had plenty of time to look about him and to be alarmed. The day was not gone before he had a great fright. He tumbled out of the apple tree and fell

13、 squawking and fluttering upon the ground. Luckily, his mother happened to be at home. She went to Jolly at once and told him not to be afraid. “Nothing will hurt you,” she said, “if youll only keep still. But if you squall like that, the cat will find you.” It may seem strange, but his mothers word

14、s frightened Jolly all the more. They scared him so thoroughly that he stopped making a noise, anyhow. And that was how he learned never to talk when he was on the ground near a house where a cat might live. “Now,” said Jollys mother, as soon as he was still, “Ill teach you a new game. Just watch me

15、!” And spreading her wings, she flapped them, and sprang into the air. Soon Jolly was trying to imitate her. And it was not long before he found himself gliding a short distance, skimming along just off the ground. But in spite of all his efforts, he couldnt help falling again. Though his mother tri

16、ed to show him how to fly into a 8tree-top, Jolly Robin seemed unable to learn the trick. At last Mr. Robin said to his wife: “Ill teach him the rest. Youve made a good beginning. But he must learn more at once. Theres no telling when the cat may come into the orchard to hunt for field-mice. And you

17、 know what would happen then.” His wife shuddered. But Mr. Robin told her not to worry. “Ill soon have this youngster so he can fly as well as anybody,” he declared. So he went and hopped about on the ground with Jolly for a little while, showing him how to find worms beneath the grass carpet of the

18、 orchard. And then, in a loud voice, Mr. Robin suddenly cried: “The cat! The cat!” And he flew into an old tree near-by. Jolly Robin had never seen Farmer Greens cat. But he had heard that she was a dreadful, fierce creature. And when his father shouted her name Jolly was so startled that he forgot

19、he didnt quite know how to fly. Before he knew what he was doing, he followed his father right up into the old apple tree and perched himself on a low branch. That was the way he learned to fly, for he never had the least trouble about it afterward. And as soon as he realized that he had actually fl

20、own from the ground to the bough he was so pleased that he began to laugh merrily. As for the cat, she was not in the orchard at all. Indeed, Jollys father had not said that she was. You see, he had played a joke on his son. Now, up to that time Jolly Robin had not been named. You must remember that

21、 he was not two weeks old. And having three other children of the same age, his parents had not been able to think of names for all of them. But this big youngster laughed so heartily that his father named him “Jolly,” on the spot. And “Jolly” he remained ever afterward.III THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD Afte

22、r he learned to fly, Jolly Robins father took him into the woods to spend each night in a roost where there were many other young robins, whose fathers had likewise brought them there. Jolly learned a great deal from being with so many new friends. It was not long before he could find plenty of food

23、 for himself, without help from anyone. He discovered, too, that there was safety in numbers. For example, if Jasper Jay made too great a nuisance of himself by bullying a young robin, a mob of robins could easily put Jasper to flight. “Always help other people!” That was a motto that all the youngs

24、ters had to learn. And another was this: “Follow your fathers lead!” Later in the season, in October, when the robin cousins and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers and all the rest of the relations made their long journey to their winter homes in the South, Jolly found that there was a good r

25、eason for such rules. If he hadnt followed his father then he might have lost his way, becausesince it was the first time he had ever been out of Pleasant Valleyhe knew nothing whatever about travelling. He looked forward with much interest to the journey, for as the days grew shorter he heard a gre

26、at deal of talk about the trip among his elders. And while he was waiting for the day when they should leave he became acquainted with many new and delicious morsels to eat. He roamed about picking wild grapes, mulberries and elderberries. And he did not scorn a large, green katydid when he chanced

27、to find one. There was always some new dainty to be sampled; though as the weather grew colder Jolly began to understand that in winter Pleasant Valley would not be so fine a place to live. However, he managed to find food enough so that he continued to grow rapidly. The night after he found a mount

28、ain ash on a hillside, full of bright red berries, his father said that he seemed much taller than he had been that morning. “You must have eaten a great many of those berries,” said Mr. Robin. “Well, I notice one thing,” Jolly observed. “My waistcoat is fast losing its 14black spots. And its redder

29、 than it was. The red berries certainly colored it in some way.” Mr. Robin replied that he had never heard of such a thing happening. He looked curiously at his sons waistcoat. “It does seem to look different,” he said. “Its brighter than it was.” Really, that was only because Jolly was fast growing

30、 up. But neither he nor his father stopped to think of that. And since Jolly had learned that motto, “Follow your fathers lead,” he thought his waistcoat ought to be just as red as old Mr. Robins was. So Jolly visited the mountain ash each day and fairly stuffed himself with the bright red fruit. It

31、 did him no harm, anyhow. And he enjoyed eating it. And the next spring, when Jolly Robin 15returned to Pleasant Valley, after spending the winter in the South, there was not a redder waistcoat than his in all the neighborhood. IV WHAT JOLLY DID BEST Jolly Robin had something on his mind. For severa

32、l days he had been turning a certain matter over in his head. But in spite of all his thinking, he seemed unable to find any answer to the question that was troubling him. So at last he decided he would have to ask somebody to help him. And that was why Jolly stopped Jimmy Rabbit near the garden one

33、 day. “I want your advice,” he told Jimmy Rabbit. “Certainly!” that young gentleman replied. And he sat himself down upon his wheelbarrow and looked very earnest. “If 17its anything about gardening,” he said, “I should advise you to raise cabbages, by all means.” But Jolly Robin said he wasnt thinki

34、ng of planting a garden. “In fact,” he explained, “the trouble is, I dont know what to do. Id like to have some regular work, you know. And since youve had a good deal of experience, having run a tooth-pulling parlor, a barber-shop, and a shoe-store, I thought you might be able to tell me what would

35、 be a good business for me to take up.” For a few minutes Jimmy Rabbit did not speak. But he nodded his head wisely. “Let me see!” he said at last. “Whats the thing you do best?” Jolly Robin replied at once that he thought he could fly better than he could do anything else. And he felt so happy, bec

36、ause he was sure Jimmy Rabbit was going to help him, that he began to laugh gaily. And he couldnt help singing a snatch of a new song he had heard that morning. And then he laughed again. “Youre mistaken,” Jimmy Rabbit said to him. “You fly well enough, I dare say. But there are others who can beat

37、you at flying. No!” he declared. “What you can do better than anybody I know is to laugh. And if I were you I should make laughing my regular business.” That idea struck Jolly Robin as being so funny that he laughed harder than ever. And Jimmy Rabbit nodded his head again, as if to say, “Im right an

38、d I know it!” At last Jolly Robin stopped laughing long enough to ask Jimmy to explain how anyone could make a business of laughing. “I dont see how it could be done,” said Jolly Robin. “Whyits simple enough!” Jimmy told him. “All you need do is to find somebody who will hire you to laugh for him. T

39、here are people, you know, who find it very difficult to laugh. I should think theyd be glad to pay somebody to do their laughing for them.” “Name someone!” Jolly Robin urged him. And Jimmy Rabbit did. “Theres old Mr. Crow!” he said. “You know how solemn he is. Its positively painful to hear him try

40、 to laugh at a joke. Im sure he would be delighted with this idea. And if I were you Id see him before somebody else does.” Jolly Robin looked puzzled. “Who would ever think of such a thing but you?” he asked. “Nobody!” Jimmy Rabbit replied. “But I like the scheme so well that I almost 20wish I hadn

41、t mentioned it. And unless you make your bargain with old Mr. Crow at once I may decide to go into the laughing business myself. My advice to you,” he said, “is to hurry!” So Jolly Robin thanked him. And then he flew away to find old Mr. Crow. Of course, he went to the cornfield first. V LAUGHING FO

42、R MR. CROW Sure enough! old Mr. Crow was in the cornfield. And though he was feeling somewhat peevish that morning, because a coon had disturbed his rest the night before, he listened to what Jolly Robin had to say. “Ive come to ask you a question,” Jolly told him. “Ive decided to go into businessth

43、e laughing business. And I want to inquire if you wouldnt like to engage me to do your laughing for you.” Well, that struck old Mr. Crow as being very funny. He forgot all about his loss of sleep. And his eye twinkled quite merrily. He tried to laugh, too; but it was a pitiful attemptno more than a

44、hoarse cackle, which was, as Jimmy Rabbit had said, positively painful. Old Mr. Crow seemed to realize that he was making a very queer sound. He hastily turned his laugh into a cough and pretended that he had a kernel of corn stuck in his throat. “What are your prices?” he asked Jolly Robin. “Are yo

45、u going to charge by the day or by the laugh?” “Just as you prefer!” Jolly answered. “Well, Ill have to think about it,” old Mr. Crow told him. “Its a question that I wouldnt care to decide in a hurry. If I paid you by the day you might not laugh at all. And if I paid you by the laugh you might laug

46、h all the time. It would be pretty expensive, either way. And I dont believe Id like that.” “Ill tell you what Ill do,” said Jolly Robin then. “Ill stay with you one day for nothing. And well see how the arrangement suits us.” That suggestion pleased Mr. Crow. “Agreed!” he said quickly. “And now,” h

47、e added, “you may laugh for me, because I am quite delighted.” So Jolly Robin laughed happily. And old Mr. Crow remarked that it was a fair laugh, though not so loud as he would have liked. “Ill do better next time,” Jolly assured him. “Good!” said Mr. Crow. “And now, since Ive finished my breakfast

48、, well go over to the woods and see whats going on there this morning.” The first person they saw in the woods was Peter Mink. He was fishing for trout in Broad Brook. And old Mr. Crow, as soon as he spied him, sang out: “How many of Farmer Greens fish have you eaten this morning?” Peter Mink was just crawling out of the water, with a fish in his mouth. When he heard Mr. Crow calling to him, he dropped his trout upon a rock and looked up quickly. “How much of Fa