长篇英语童话故事
小学生请假条长篇英语童话故事
童话必须有丰富多彩而又神奇的幻想，否则就没有生命力，而在英语的童话中表现了不凡的生命力。
长篇英语童话故事篇一
The Black Cat
You are not going to believe this story. But it is a true story, as true as I sit here writing it—as true as I will die in the morning. Yes, this story ends with my end, with my death tomorrow.
情死
I have always been a kind and loving person—everyone will tell you this. They will also tell you that I have always loved animals more than anything. When I was a little boy, my family always had many different animals round the hou. As I grew up, I spent most of my time with them, giving them their food and cleaning them.
I married when I was very young, and I was happy to find that my wife loved all of our animal friends as much as I did. She bought us the most beautiful animals. We had all sorts of birds, gold fish, a fine dog and a cat.
The cat was a very large and beautiful animal. He was black, black all over, and very intelligent. He was so intelligent that my wife often laughed about what some people believe; some people believe that all black cats are evil, enemies in a cats body.
Pluto—this was the cats name—was my favourite. It was always I who gave him his food, and he followed me everywhere. I often had to stop him from following me through the streets! For years, he and I lived happily together, the best of friends.
But during tho years I was slowly changing. It was that evil enemy of Man called Drink who was changing me. I was not the kind, loving person people knew before. I grew more and more lfish. I was often suddenly angry about unimportant things. I began to u bad language, most of all with my wife. I even hit her sometimes. And by that time, of cour, I was often doing horrible things to our animals. I hit all of them—but never Pluto.
But, my illness was getting wor—oh yes, drink is an illness! Soon I began to hurt my dear Pluto too.
芒种的含义
I remember that night very well. I came home late, full of drink again. I could not understand why Pluto was not plead to e me. The cat was staying away from me. My Pluto did not want to come near me! I caught him and picked him up, holding him strongly. He was afraid of me and bit my hand.
Suddenly, I was not mylf any more. Someone el was in my body: someone evil, and mad with drink! I took my knife from my pocket, held the poor animal by his neck and cut out one of his eyes.
混淆视The next morning, my mind was full of pain and horror when I woke up. I was deeply sorry. I could not understand how I could do such an evil thing. But drink soon helped me to forget.
Slowly the cat got better. Soon he felt no more pain. There was now only an ugly dry hole
where the eye once was. He began to go round the hou as usual again. He never came near me now, of cour, and he ran away when I went too clo.
I knew he didnt love me any more. At first I was sad. Then, slowly, I started to feel angry, and I did another terrible thing . . .
I had to do it—I could not stop mylf. I did it with a terrible sadness in my heart—becau I knew it was evil. And that was why I did it—yes! I did it becau I knew it was evil. What did I do? I caught the cat and hung him by his neck from a tree until he was dead.
That night I woke up suddenly—my bed was on fire. I heard people outside shouting, Fire! Fire! Our hou was burning! I, my wife and our rvant were lucky to escape. We stood and watched as the hou burned down to the ground. There was nothing left of the building the next morning. All the walls fell down during the night, except one - a wall in the middle of the hou. I realized why this wall did not burn: becau there was new plaster on it. The plaster was still quite wet.
我的缺点作文汉成语
I was surprid to e a crowd of people next to the wall. They were talking, and emed to be quite excited. I went clor and looked over their shoulders. I saw a black shape in the new white plaster. It was the shape of large cat, hanging by its neck.
高考作文题I looked at the shape with complete horror. Several minutes pasd before I could think clearly again. I knew I had to try to think clearly. I had to know why it was there.少女人流
I remembered hanging the cat in the garden of the hou next door. During the fire the garden was full of people. Probably, someone cut the dead cat from the tree and threw it through the window—to try and wake me. The falling walls presd the animals body into the fresh plaster. The cat burned completely, leaving the black shape in the new plaster. Yes, I was sure that was what happened.
