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posted by hornean
He was so small that his mother didn’t know he was there. The other piglets were always pushing and shoving, squealing greedily for food.


But the tiny pig was gentle, quiet, and never greedy. He always kept clean. While the other piglets rolled around in the mud, he would lie under his 最喜爱的 树 wishing for wings to carry him into the sky.
One 日 he heard a terrible squeal. A large 母猪 had fallen in the road. The little pig crawled under the fence and ran to help her.

He had to push with all his might, but at last he got the 母猪 up on her feet again.


The 母猪 thanked the little pig and she offered him a wish. “Anything at all,” she said.
“I want wings,” he answered.
The 母猪 nodded and went on her way.
Almost at once wings began to grow on the little pig.

He was thrilled! His wings worked! He flew around all day.


At night he went back to the pigpen. When the other pigs saw his wings, they pushed him out.
“Go sleep with the birds,” they said.

But the birds wouldn’t let him stay either.


On and on he flew until he came to a big city.

He landed on a 火, 消防 escape, too tired and hungry to go on. A woman came to the window.
“So tiny, and with such beautiful wings!”
She took him inside.


The woman fed the little pig, then put him to 床, 床上 and kissed him goodnight. The little pig kissed her back. “How perfect!” the woman said. And she named the little pig “Perfect.”
Perfect could hardly believe it. He had not only found a home, but also someone who thought he was perfect.

The woman’s name was Olive. She loved Perfect and did all she could to please him.
She gave him baths…


…and fed him the very best vegetables from the plants she grew in her apartment.

橄榄 was an artist. She liked to paint pictures of Perfect sitting among the fruits and vegetables. He was a wonderful model.


However, Perfect soon grew restless.
He began to look longingly at the sky—he missed flying.
橄榄 understood and took him up to the roof.

He flew about while she waited for him. From then on, he went out flying for a short time every day.


橄榄 took Perfect out on walks, too.
She made a little 夹克 to cover his wings so he wouldn’t attract attention.
But Perfect didn’t like walking. The hard cement hurt his feet, and he couldn’t see anything.
So 橄榄 carried him in her basket.
She did her best to hide the bad things in life from him, but she didn’t always succeed.


People liked the paintings of Perfect and bought them from Olive.
Her savings jar began to fill up.

Soon Olive’s apartment became crowded with fruits and vegetables and a growing Perfect. He had grown so much that he was getting too big to hide.


橄榄 decided that the best thing for both of them would be to live in the country. She made a label for her savings jar. It said, HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY. Perfect couldn’t read, but he could see that 橄榄 was very happy and excited. That made him happy and excited, too.

But their happiness did not last long. The 下一个 day, while Perfect was out flying, a heavy fog rolled in. Perfect got lost. He flew around all 日 looking for home, but he couldn’t see a thing.


When the fog lifted, Perfect spotted a park bench. He landed on it and fell sound asleep.
A man’s voice woke him “Well, I’ll be—“ the man said. “A pig with wings! My fortune is made!”

He picked up Perfect and ran 首页 with him.


Perfect found himself in a small room. The man took off his 带, 皮带 and said, “Okay, Oink. Now I’m going to train you. Fly around this room!”
He cracked the 带, 皮带 like a whip, and Perfect flew away from it in fright.
“That’s a good Oink,” the man said.

Then he poured out some garbage and gave it to Perfect to eat. Perfect was shocked.
He ran to the window and tried to get away.


“Oh, no 你 don’t,” the man said, and he tied Perfect to a pipe.

When the man thought he had trained Perfect enough, he dressed him in a costume and took him to a park to perform.


At the end of the show, Perfect flew over the audience. Everyone oohed and ahhed, and they gave the man lots of money.
Perfect had to do the same thing every day.

Every night the man counted his money, then tied Perfect up even tighter. “You’re not going to get away from me, 你 flying pork chop,” he said. But he was still worried that Perfect might somehow get free.


So the man bought a cage and locked Perfect up.
Perfect was miserable. His wings ached, and he hadn’t had a bath in months. The man gave him nothing but garbage to eat and never, ever, kissed him.
Every night Perfect cried himself to sleep thinking of Olive.

橄榄 went up the roof each 日 and searched the sky for Perfect. She walked through the streets looking for him everywhere.


Sometimes she wondered if Perfect had been a dream. But she still had one painting of him. It reminded her that he was real.

One 日 when 橄榄 was out walking she saw a sign that read, THE GREAT FLYING OINK.
She bought a ticket and ran into the theater.


She could hardly believe her eyes. It was Perfect!
The man was leaning over him saying, “Fly, 你 stupid Oink—or it’s off to the butcher with you!” But Perfect couldn’t budge. He was too sad, and his wings hurt.

“Perfect!” 橄榄 cried out. Perfect raised his head. He squealed happily as he stretched his wings and flew to her. Everyone clapped.


橄榄 took off the rope that was tied around Perfect’s neck.
“Where are 你 going with my pig, lady?” the man said.
“This is my pig,” 说 Olive.
She and the man began to argue.
“Let a judge decide this,” someone said.

The judge listened to both sides. Then he said, “I think the pig should choose!” And of course, Perfect chose Olive. The judge told the man to give 橄榄 half the money he made with Perfect. It was Perfect’s rightful share, he said.


橄榄 took the money and bought a little house in the country, where she and Perfect lived in peace and happiness.
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added by hornean
Moingona, Iowa (July 6, 1881)

Fifteen-year-old Kate Shelley pulled the sheets from the line. A terrible storm was coming. Kate could feel it in the air. A cold wind rose as she carried the heavy basket back to the house. Black clouds rolled in. The sky grew dark.


Kate stood at the 厨房 window with her younger sisters and brother. They saw lightning flash. They heard thunder crack in the hills. Then the rain came.
As the rain poured down, they watched the water rising in Honey Creek. Soon it overflowed its banks and flooded part of the yard.
"I'm going to let the 动物 out of the barn," Kate...
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"How was your class trip to the farm?"

"Oh…boring…kind of dull…until the cow started crying."


"A cow…crying?"
"Yeah, 你 see, a haystack fell on her."

"But a haystack doesn’t just fall over."


"It does if a farmer crashes into it with his tractor."
"Oh, come on, a farmer wouldn’t do that."
"He would if were too busy yelling at the pigs to get off our school bus."


"What were the pigs doing on the bus?"
"Eating our lunches."


"Why were they eating your lunches?"
"Because we threw their 玉米 at each other, and they didn't have anything else to eat."
"Well, that makes sense, but why were 你 throwing...
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This is the great Kapiti Plain, all fresh and green from the African rains
A sea of 草 for the ground birds to nest in, and patches of shade for wild creatures to rest in;
With acacia trees for giraffes to browse on, and 草 for herdsmen to pasture their cows on.

But one 年 the rains were so very belated, that all of the big wild creatures migrated.
The Ki-pat helped to end that terrible drought, and this story tells how it all came about!

This is the cloud, all heavy with rain, that shadowed the ground on Kapiti Plain.

This is the grass, all brown and dead, that needed the rain from the cloud...
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posted by hornean
One 日 last spring, Louis, a butcher, turned into a fish. Silvery scales. Big lips. A tail. A salmon.


Louis did not lead, before this, an unusual life. His grandfather was a butcher. His father was a butcher. So, Louis was a butcher. He had a small 商店 on Flatbush. Steady customers. Good meat. He was always friendly, always helpful, a wonderful guy.


But Louis was not a happy man. He hated meat. From the time he was a little boy he was always surrounded 由 meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my 最喜爱的 grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.”...
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