In the Duck Yard 在养鸭场里
A duck arrived from Portugal. Some people said she came from Spain, but that doesn't really matter. She was called the Portugue; she laid eggs, and was killed and dresd and cooked; that's the story of her life. But all the ducklings that were hatched from her eggs were also called Portugue, and there's some distinction in that. At last there was only one left of her whole family in the duck yard - a yard to which the hens also had access, and where the cock strutted about with endless arrogance.
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"His loud crowing annoys me," said the Portugue Duck. "But there's no denying he's a handsome bird, even if he isn't a drake. Of cour, he should moderate his voice, but that's an art that comes from higher education, such as the little songbirds over in our neighbours lime trees have. How sweetly they sing; There's something so touching over their melodies; I call it Portugal. If I only had a little songbird like that I'd be a kind and good mother to him, for that's in my blood - my Portugue blood!"
While she was speaking, suddenly a little songbird fell head over heels from the roof into th
e yard. The cat had been chasing him, but the bird escaped with a broken wing and fell down into the duck yard.
"That's just like the cat, that monster!" said the Portugue Duck. "I remember his tricks from when I had ducklings of my own. That such a creature should be permitted to live and roam about on the roofs! I'm sure such things could not happen in Portugal!"
She pitied the little Songbird, and even the other ducks who weren't Portugue felt pity for him, too.
头发爱出油是什么原因"Poor little fellow," they said, and then one after another came up to look at him. "Of cour, we can't sing," they said, "but we have an inner understanding of song, or something like that. We can feel it, even if we don't talk about it."幼儿教师简介
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"Then I will talk about it," said the Portugue. "And I'll do something for this little fellow; it's only my duty." And then she stepped into the water trough and thrashed her wings about the water so vigorously that the little Songbird was almost drowned by the shower
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he got, but he knew the Duck meant well. "There, that's a good deed," she said. "The others may obrve it and profit by my example."
"Peep!" said the little Bird; one of his wings was broken, and he was finding it difficult to shake himlf, but he quite understood that the bath was meant kindly. "You're very kindhearted, madam," he said, hoping she wouldn't give him another shower.
"I never thought much about my heart," said the Portugue. "But I know this much - I love all my fellow creatures except the cat; nobody could expect me to love him, for he ate up two of my ducklings. Now make yourlf at home, for you can be quite comfortable here. I mylf am a foreigner, as you can tell from my bearing and my feather dress. My drake is a native of this country; he doesn't have my blood, but still I'm not proud. If anyone in this yard can understand you, I may safely say it is I."
"Her beak is full of portulaca," said a common little Duck, who was considered very witty. All the other common ducks decided the word portulaca was very funny, for it sounded like Portugal. They poked each other and said, "Quack!" He was really so witty! And now
all the other ducks began to pay attention to the little Songbird.
"The Portugue certainly has a great command of language," they said. "For our part, we haven't room in our beaks for such big words, but we have just as much sympathy, anyway. Even if we don't actually do anything for you, at least we will go about quietly with you; and that we think is the nicest thing we can do."
"You have a lovely voice," said one of the older Ducks. "It must be a great satisfaction to you to give so many as much pleasure as you do. I don't really understand singing, so I keep my beak shut; that's better than chattering nonn to you the way the others do."
"Don't bother him," said the Portugue. "He needs rest and care. My little Songbird, do you want me to give you another shower bath?"
"Oh, no, plea let me stay dry!" he begged.
"The water cure is the only that does me any good when I'm sick," said the Portugue. "But amument helps, too. The neighboring hens will soon be coming to visit us; there a
re two Chine hens among them. They wear breeches, are well educated, and have been imported, so they stand higher than the others in my esteem."
And the hens came, and the Cock came with them; today he was polite enough not to be rude.
"You're a true songbird," he said, "and you do all you possibly can with such a small voice as yours. But you should have a little steam power, so everyone would hear that you are a male."
生日送花>全球十大美女The two Chine were enraptured at the appearance of the Songbird. He was still very much rumpled up after his bath, so he looked to them like a little China chicken.
