睡前故事网 睡前故事网 2020-01-13
【Last Day 最后一天】
Charlotte and Wilbur were alone. Wilbur lay resting after the excitement and strain of the ceremony. His medal still hung from his neck; by looking out of the corner of his eye he could see it.
Charlotte, said Wilbur after a while, why are you so quiet?
I like to sit still, she said.Ive always been rather quiet.
Yes, but you seem specially so today. Do you feel all right?
A little tired, perhaps. But I feel peaceful. Your success in the ring this morning was to a small degree, my success.Your future is assured. You will live, secure and safe, Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now. These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world, for you mean a great deal to Zuckerman and he will not harm you, ever. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur--this lovely world, these precious days...”
Charlotte stopped. A moment later a tear came to Wilburs eye. Oh, Charlotte, he said. To think that when I first met you I thought you were cruel and bloodthirsty!
When he recovered from his emotion, he spoke again.
Why did you do all this for me? he asked. I dont deserve it. Ive never done anything for you.
You have been my friend, replied Charlotte.
That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you.After all, whats a life, anyway? Were born, we live a little while, we die. A spiders life cant help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies.By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyones life can stand a little of that.
Well, said Wilbur. Im no good at making speeches. I havent got your gift for words. But you have saved me, Charlotte, and I would gladly give my life for you-I really would.
Im sure you would. And I thank you for your generous sentiments.
Charlotte, said Wilbur. Were all going home today. The Fair is almost over. Wont it be wonderful to be back home in the barn cellar again with the sheep and the geese?Arent you anxious to get home?
For a moment Charlotte said nothing. Then she spoke in a voice so low Wilbur could hardly hear the words.
I will not be going back to the barn, she said. Wilhur leapt to his feet. Not going back? he cried. Charlotte, what are you talking about?
Im done for , she replied. In a day or two Ill be dead. I havent even strength enough to climb down into the crate. I doubt if I have enough silk in my spinnerets to lower me to the ground.
Hearing this, Wilbur threw himself down in an agony of pain and sorrow.Great sobs racked his body. Charlotte, he moaned. Charlotte! My true friend!
Come now, lets not make a scene, said the spider. Be quiet, Wilbur. Stop thrashing about!
But I cant stand it, shouted Wilbur. I wont leave you here alone to die. If youre going to stay here I shall stay, too.
Dont be ridiculous, said Charlotte. You cant stay here.”
Wilbur was in a panic. He raced round and round the pen. Suddenly he had an idea he thought of the egg sac and the five hundred and fourteen little spiders that would hatch in the spring. If Charlotte herself was unable to go home to the barn, at least he must take her children along.
【A wolf in sheeps clothing 披着羊皮的狼】
A wolf wanted to eat the sheep, but he was afraid of the vigilant shepherd and his dogs.
One day the wolf found the skin of a sheep. He put it on and walked among the sheep.
A lamb thought that the wolf was its mother because his skin looked like hers. So it followed the wolf.
Soon after they had left the dogs, the wolf came at the lamb and ate it up. For some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying hearty meals.