英文民间故事传说：A Crow and His Three Friends
In the branches of a great tree, in a forest in India, lived a wi old crow in a very comfortable, well-built nest. His wife was dead, and all his children were getting their
own living; so he had nothing to do but to look after himlf. He led a very easy existence, but took a great interest in
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"That fellow is up to some mischief, I'll be bound," thought the crow： "I will keep my eye on him." The man stopped under the tree, spread the net on the ground; and taking a bag of rice out of his pocket, he scattered the
grains amongst the meshes of the net. Then he hid himlf behind the trunk of the tree from which the crow was watching, evidently intending to stop there and e what would happen. The crow felt pretty gore that the stranger had designs
against birds, and that the stick had something to do with
beat it 歌词the matter. He was quite right; and it was not long before
just what he expected came to pass.
A flock of pigeons, led by a specially fine bird who had been chon king becau of his size and the beauty of his plumage, came flying rapidly along, and noticed the white rice, but did not e the net, becau it was very much the same color as the ground. Down swooped the king, and down swept all the other pigeons, eager to enjoy a good meal
without any trouble to themlves. Alas, their joy was short lived! They were all caught in the net and began struggling
to escape, beating the air with their wings and uttering loud cries of distress.
The crow and the man behind the tree kept very quiet, watching them; the man with his stick ready to beat the poor helpless birds to death, the crow watching out of mere curiosity. Now a very strange and wonderful thing came to pass. The king of the pigeons, who had his wits about him, said to the imprisoned birds：
"Take the net up in your beaks, all of you spread out your wings at once, and fly straight up into the a
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In a moment all the pigeons, who were accustomed to obey their leader, did as they were bid; each little bird ized a parate thread of the net in his beak and up, up, up, they all flew, looking very beautiful with the sunlight gleaming on their white wings. Very soon they were out of sight; and the man, who thought he had hit upon a very clever plan, came forth from his hiding-place, very much surprid at what had happened. He stood gazing up after his vanished net for a little time, and then went away muttering to himlf, whilst the wi old crow laughed at him.
When the pigeons had flown some distance, and were beginning to get exhausted, for the net was heavy and they were quite unud to carrying loads, the king bade them rest awhile in a clearing of the forest; and as they all lay on the ground panting for breath, with the cruel net still hampering them, he said：
"What we must do now is to take this horrible net to my
old friend Hiranya the mou, who will, I am quite sure,
nibble through the strings for me and t us all free. He lives, as you all know, near the tree where th
enhanced是什么意思e net was spread, deep underground; but there are many passages leading to his home, and we shall easily find one of the openings. Once there, we will all lift up our voices, and call to him
at once, when he will be sure to hear us." So the weary pigeons took up their burden once more, and sped back whence they had come, greatly to the surpri of the crow, who wondered at their coming back to the very place where misfortune had overtaken them. He very soon learnt the reason, and got so excited watching what was going on, that he hopped out of his nest and perched upon a branch where he could e better. Prently a great clamor aro, one word being repeated again and again： "Hiranya! Hiranya! Hiranya."
indicator"Why, that's the name of the mou who lives down below there!" thought the crow. "Now, what good can he do? I know,
I know," he added, as he remembered the sharp teeth of Hiranya. "That king of the pigeons is a nsible fellow. I must make friends with him."got it
Very soon, as the pigeons lay fluttering and struggling outside one of the entrances to Hiranya's retreat, the mou came out. He didn't even need to be told what was wanted, but at once began to nibble the string, first tting free the king, and then all the rest of the birds. "A friend in need
largely机器翻译与人工翻译is a friend indeed," cried the king; "a thousand thousand thanks!" And away he flew up into the beautiful free air of heaven, followed by the happy pigeons, none of them ever
