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Hippo was hot.


He sat on the riverbank and gazed at the little fishes swimming in the water.


“If only I could live in the water,” he thought. “How wonderful life would be.”


So he walked, and he ran, and he strolled, and he hopped, and he lumbered along, until he came to the mountain where Ngai lived.


Ngai was the god of everything and everywhere.


Ngai told the 动物 to live on the land and the fishes to live in the sea.


Ngai told the birds to fly in the air and the ants to live under the ground.


Ngai had told Hippo he was to live on the land and eat grass.
“Please, oh, great Ngai, god of everything and everywhere, I would so much like to live in the rivers and streams,” begged Hippo hopefully, “I would still eat grass.”


“AHA!” thundered the voice of Ngai. “So 你 say. But one 日 你 might, just might, eat a 鱼 to see if it tasted good. And then 你 would eat all my little fishes.”
“Oh, no. I promise I wouldn’t!” 说 Hippo.
“AHA!” thundered the voice of Ngai. “So 你 say. But how can I be sure of that? I 爱情 my little fishes.”
“I would 显示 you,” promised Hippo. “I will let 你 look in my mouth whenever 你 like to see that I am not eating your little fishes.”


“And I will stir up the water with my tail so 你 can see I have not hidden the bones.”
“AHA!” thundered the voice of Ngai. “Then 你 may live in the water, but…”
Hippo waited.
“But 你 must come out of the water at night and eat 草 so that even in the dark I can tell that 你 are not eating my little fishes. Agreed?”
“Agreed!” sang Hippo happily.


And he ran all the way 首页 until he got to the river where he jumped in with a mighty SPLASH!


And he sank like a stone because he couldn’t swim.


But he could hold his breath and run along the bottom which he does to this very day.

And he stirred up the bottom 由 wagging his little tail so that Ngai can see he has not hidden any 鱼 bones.


And now and then, he floats to the 最佳, 返回页首 and opens his huge mouth ever so wide and says, “Look, Ngai. No fishes.”
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With a mournful moan and silken tone,
Itself alone comes ONE TROMBONE.
Gliding, sliding, high notes go low;
ONE 长号 is playing SOLO.

Next, a TRUMPET comes along,
And sings and stings its swinging song.
It joins TROMBONE, no 更多 alone,
And ONE and TWO-O, they’re a DUO.

Fine FRENCH HORN, its valves all oiled,
Bright and brassy, loops all coiled,
Golden yellow; joins its fellows.
TWO, now THREE-O, what a TRIO!

Now, a mellow friend, the CELLO,
Neck extended, bows a “hello”;
End pin set upon the floor,
It makes up a QUARTET—that’s FOUR.

And soaring high and moving in,
With ZIN! ZIN! ZIN! a VIOLIN,...
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Did 你 ever hear of Mickey, how he heard a racket in the night

and shouted, “QUIET DOWN THERE!”


And fell through the dark, out of his clothes

Past the moon & his mama & papa sleeping tight



Into the light of the night kitchen?


Where the bakers who bake till the dawn so we can have cake in the morn mixed Mickey in batter, chanting:

“Milk in the batter! 牛奶 in the batter! Stir it! Scrape it! Make it! Bake it!”


And they put that batter up to bake a delicious Mickey-cake.


But right in the middle of the steaming and the making and the smelling and the baking, Mickey poked through and said:...
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Once upon a time there were three fierce robbers. They went about hidden under large black capes and tall black hats.

The first had a blunderbuss.
The 秒 had a pepper-blower.
And the third had a huge red axe.

In the dark of the night they walked the roads, searching for victims.

They terrified everyone. Women fainted. 《勇敢传说》 men ran. 狗 fled.

To stop carriages, the robbers blew pepper in the horses’ eyes.

With the axe, they smashed the carriage wheels.

And with the blunderbuss, they threatened the passengers and plundered them.

The robbers’ hide-out was a cave high up in the mountains. There...
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Out on the islands that poke their rocky shores above the waters of Penobscot Bay, 你 can watch the time of the world go by, from 分钟 to minute, 小时 to hour, from 日 to day, season to season.
You can watch a 云, 云计算 peep over the Camden Hills, thirty miles away across the bay—see it slowly grow and grow as it comes nearer and nearer; see it darken the hills with its shadow; and then, see it darken, one after the other, Isleboro, Western Island, Pond Island, Hog Island, Spectacle Island, Two 衬套, 布什 Island—darken all the islands in between, until

you, on your island, are standing in the shadow,...
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Max was musical.
You name the instrument
and Max could play it.

trombone

bass

xylophone

flute

Max played 由 note and Max played 由 ear.
And Max practiced, practiced, practiced.

small harmonica

cymbals

synthesizer

“Max’s practicing is driving me crazy!” 说 Max’s father. “I’m getting tone deaf.”
“Practice makes perfect,” 说 Max’s mother. “Here, put on some ear muffs. It will muffle the sound.
“It doesn’t muffle enough,” 说 Max’s father. “Oh, for a child without talent!”
“From your side, maybe. From my side, impossible,” 说 Max’s mother.

But it wasn’t only Max’s...
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A told B
and B told C,
“I’ll meet 你 at the top
of the coconut tree.”

“Whee!” 说 D
to E F G,
“I’ll beat 你 to the top
of the coconut tree.”
Chicka chicka boom boom!
Will there be enough room?
Here comes H
up the coconut tree,

and I and J
and tag-along K,
all on their way
up the coconut tree.
Chicka chicka boom boom!
Will there be enough room?
Look who’s coming!
L M N O P!

And Q R S!
And T U V!

Still more—W!
And X Y Z!
The whole alphabet
up the—Oh, no!

Chicka chicka…
BOOM! BOOM!

Skit skat skoodle doot.
Flip flop flee.
Everybody running to the coconut tree.
Mamas and papas
and uncles and aunts
hug...
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Burt Dow is an old deep-water man, retired of course, but retired 或者 not he still keeps two boats. One is a dory so old and so leaky that it can no longer be launched. Burt has painted it red and placed it on the little patch of lawn in front of his house, overlooking the bay.
He’s rigged it like one of the many ships he’s sailed to all the corners of all the seven seas. It’s filled plumb to the gun’ls with earth, and every summer Burt plants it with geraniums and Indian peas. The geraniums brighten up the deck, and the Indian peas climb the rigging and sway this-a-way, that-a-way, in...
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Every morning, Arthur and Doris and Tom walked to school together.
When they came to the wide river, they looked for Monty.

Monty was always asleep, snoring.
Kids: Wake up, Monty! This is a school day!
Monty: Huh? Again?
Doris: Yes. And we need a ride so our 图书 won’t get wet.
Monty: (yawning) Oooh..O.k. All aboard!

They climbed on Monty’s back, and he swam across the river.
Doris: Straight ahead, Monty!
Tom: Don’t wobble so much, Monty!
Arthur: Let’s see some speed, Monty!
When they got to the far side, Doris and Arthur and Tom went to school. Monty went back to sleep.

Every afternoon, he gave...
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In front of a small, well-hidden hole around in back of the Majestic Museum of Art there once stood a 老鼠, 鼠标 named Norman.


Norman was a doorman, and he greeted all the art-loving creatures who came to see the treasures which were kept in the basement of the museum.
“Come right in!” Norman would say to his cousins the Petrinis. “We’re quite safe. I’ve sprung all the traps.”


Norman would explain every painting in detail and handle each masterpiece with as much care and respect as if he had painted it himself!

He would also take great pride in pointing out the artistic features of certain...
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Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.

“Fuzzy goes where I go,” 说 Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” 说 Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, 葡萄 juice, 浓情巧克力 milk.
Ice cream, 花生 butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t 你 heard of the Blanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.

That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy...
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