下面是小编给大家带来英语童话：Jack the dulard，本文共7篇，一起来阅读吧，希望对您有所帮助。
篇1：短篇英语童话
(Kangaroos and the Cage)
One day the staff members of a zoo called a meeting to discuss the problem--how to deal with the kangaroos that were found out of the cage. They came to the conclusion that the cage was placed too low and decided to raise it from one to two meters high. But the next day the kangaroos were still at large and they again raised the cage to three meters.
有一天，动物园的管理员们发现袋鼠从笼子里跑出来了， 于是开会讨论，一致认为是笼子的高度过低，所以他们决定将笼子的高度由原来的1米加高到2米。结果第二天他们发现，袋鼠还是跑到外面来，所以他们又决定再将高度加高到3米。
Quite beyond their expectation the next morning they saw the kangaroos still free to go about. They were alarmed and determined to go to all the length by raising the cage to the height of ten meters.
没想到隔天居然又看到袋鼠全跑到外面，于是管理 员们大为紧张，决定一不做二不休，将笼子的高度加高到10米。
Later a giraffe, while chatting with some kangaroos, asked them, “Do you think they will go on raising your cage?”
一天，长颈鹿和几只袋鼠在闲聊，“你们看，这些人 会不会再继续加高你们的笼子?”长颈鹿问。
“Hard to say,” said a kangaroo, “if they continue forgetting to fasten the cage door.”
“很难说。”袋鼠说，“如果他们再继续忘记关门的.话!”
篇2：短篇英语童话
(The Wind And The Sun)
One day the wind said to the sun, “Look at that man walking along the road. I can get his cloak off more quickly than you can.”
(有一天风跟太阳说: “看看那个沿着路上走的人.我可以比你快让他把披风脱下来.)
“We will see about that,” said the sun. “I will let you try first.”
(“我们等着看吧,”太阳说, “我让你先试.)
So the wind tried to make the man take off his cloak. He blew and blew, but the man only pulled his cloak more closely around himself.
(因此风尝试让那个人把披风脱下来.他用力地吹,可是那个人把披风拉得更紧.)
“I give up,” said the wind at last. “I cannot get his cloak off.” Then the sun tried. He shone as hard as he could. The man soon became hot and took off his cloak.
(“我放弃了,”风最后说, “我无法让他把披风脱下来.”然后由太阳试试看.他尽可能地晒他.不久,那个人很热就把披风脱下来了.)
篇3：短篇英语童话
两个朋友在荒漠里穿行，途中他们发上了争执;其中一个人单了另一位一个耳光。被达的人非常伤心，但他什么也没说，只是在沙地上写到：“今天，我最好的朋友打了我一个耳光。”
他们继续往前走，发现了一片绿洲，他们决定在那里洗个澡。结果，被打的那位陷进了泥潭，眼看就要被淹死，结果他的朋友救了他。恢复过来都他在石头上写到：“今天，我最好的朋友救了我的命。”
那位打他并救了他的朋友问：“为什么我伤害你时，你在沙地上写下来，而现在却在石头上刻下来呢?”
被救的那位答到：“受到伤害时，我们应该把他写在沙地上，宽恕之风会将它抹平。可是受人恩惠时，我们应该把它刻在石头上，任何风雨也不会把它擦掉。”
学会将所受的伤害写在沙子上，把所的的恩德刻在石头上。有人这样说，找到一个特别的人只需要用一分钟，欣赏他需要用一小时，喜欢他需要用一天，但忘掉他却需要用一生的时间。
把这句话送给那些你永远无法忘记的人吧。这段短短的话能让他们知道你永远不会忘记他们。
此生不忘。
Sand and stone
The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the said:” Today my best friend slapped me in the face.”
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on stone: Today my best friend saved my life.
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone.why?
The other friend replied: When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away .But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind ever erases it.
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate him, a day to love him, but an entire life to forget him.
Send this phrase to the people you will never forget .It is a short message to let them know that you will never forget them.
Take the time to live.
篇4：英语小童话
An old cock and a foxIt is evening.An old cock is sitting in a tree.A fox comes to the tree and looks up at the cock.“Hello,Mr Cock,I have good news for you,”says the fox.“Oh”says thecock,“What good news for me?”“All the animals are friends now.”says the fox.“Fine!”says the cock.“I'm very glad to know that.”Then he looks up、
“Look!A dog ia coming this way.”“What?A dog?”says the fox.“Well....well,I must go now.Goodbye,Mr Cock!”“Wait,Mr Fox,Don't you like dogs?”Don't you like playing with the dog?Dogs are our friends now.“”But,...but they may not know the news yet.“Then he runs away.”I see,I see,“says the cock.He smiles and goes to sleep
.翻译：一只老公鸡和一只狐狸是夜。一只老公鸡呆在树上。一只狐狸走向大树要拜访公鸡。”你好，公鸡先生，我有一个关于你的好消息。“狐狸说。”噢，“公鸡说，”是什么关于我的好消息?“”所有动物现在都是朋友了。“狐狸说。”好，“公鸡说，”我听到那非常高兴!“然后他看到了。
”看，一只狗正在往这边来。“”什么?一只狗?“狐狸问。”好的好的，现在我该走了，再见，公鸡先生!“”等等，狐狸先生，你难道不喜欢狗吗?难道你不喜欢和狗玩么?狗现在是我们的朋友。“”但是，但是它们现在可能还不知道。“然后他跑走了。”我知道了，我知道了，“公鸡说。他微笑着然后去睡觉了。
篇5：英语童话：各得其所
英语童话：各得其所
IT is more than a hundred years ago! At the border of the wood， near a large lake， stood the old mansion： deep ditches surrounded it on every side， in which reeds and bulrushes grew. Close by the drawbridge， near the gate， there was an old willow tree， which bent over the reeds.
From the narrow pass came the sound of bugles and the trampling of horses’ feet; therefore a little girl who was watching the geese hastened to drive them away from the bridge， before the whole hunting party came galloping up; they came， however， so quickly， that the girl， in order to avoid being run over， placed herself on one of the high corner-stones of the bridge. She was still half a child and very delicately built; she had bright blue eyes， and a gentle， sweet expression. But such things the baron did not notice; while he was riding past the little goose-girl， he reversed his hunting crop， and in rough play gave her such a push with it that she fell backward into the ditch.
“Everything in the right place!” he cried. “Into the ditch with you.”
Then he burst out laughing， for that he called fun; the others joined in—the whole party shouted and cried， while the hounds barked.
While the poor girl was falling she happily caught one of the branches of the willow tree， by the help of which she held herself over the water， and as soon as the baron with his company and the dogs had disappeared through the gate， the girl endeavoured to scramble up， but the branch broke off， and she would have fallen backward among the rushes， had not a strong hand from above seized her at this moment. It was the hand of a pedlar; he had witnessed what had happened from a short distance， and now hastened to assist her.
“Everything in the right place，” he said， imitating the noble baron， and pulling the little maid up to the dry ground. He wished to put the branch back in the place it had been broken off， but it is not possible to put everything in the right place; therefore he stuck the branch into the soft ground.
“Grow and thrive if you can， and produce a good flute for them yonder at the mansion，” he said; it would have given him great pleasure to see the noble baron and his companions well thrashed. Then he entered the castle—but not the banqueting hall; he was too humble for that. No; he went to the servants’ hall. The men-servants and maids looked over his stock of articles and bargained with him; loud crying and screaming were heard from the master’s table above： they called it singing—indeed， they did their best. Laughter and the howls of dogs were heard through the open windows： there they were feasting and revelling; wine and strong old ale were foaming in the glasses and jugs; the favourite dogs ate with their masters; now and then the squires kissed one of these animals， after having wiped its mouth first with the tablecloth. They ordered the pedlar to come up， but only to make fun of him. The wine had got into their heads， and reason had left them. They poured beer into a stocking that he could drink with them， but quick. That’s what they called fun， and it made them laugh. Then meadows， peasants， and farmyards were staked on one card and lost.
“Everything in the right place!” the pedlar said when he had at last safely got out of Sodom and Gomorrah， as he called it. “The open high road is my right place; up there I did not feel at ease.”
The little maid， who was still watching the geese， nodded kindly to him as he passed through the gate.
Days and weeks passed， and it was seen that the broken willow-branch which the peddlar had stuck into the ground near the ditch remained fresh and green—nay， it even put forth fresh twigs; the little goose-girl saw that the branch had taken root， and was very pleased; the tree， so she said， was now her tree. While the tree was advancing， everything else at the castle was going backward， through feasting and gambling， for these are two rollers upon which nobody stands safely. Less than six years afterwards the baron passed out of his castle-gate a poor beggar， while the baronial seat had been bought by a rich tradesman. He was the very pedlar they had made fun of and poured beer into a stocking for him to drink; but honesty and industry bring one forward， and now the pedlar was the possessor of the baronial estate. From that time forward no card-playing was permitted there.
“That’s a bad pastime，” he said; “when the devil saw the Bible for the first time he wanted to produce a caricature in opposition to it， and invented card-playing.”
The new proprietor of the estate took a wife， and whom did he take?—The little goose-girl， who had always remained good and kind， and who looked as beautiful in her new clothes as if she had been a lady of high birth. And how did all this come about? That would be too long a tale to tell in our busy time， but it really happened， and the most important events have yet to be told.
It was pleasant and cheerful to live in the old place now： the mother superintended the household， and the father looked after things out-of-doors， and they were indeed very prosperous.
Where honesty leads the way， prosperity is sure to follow. The old mansion was repaired and painted， the ditches were cleaned and fruit-trees planted; all was homely and pleasant， and the floors were as white and shining as a pasteboard. In the long winter evenings the mistress and her maids sat at the spinning-wheel in the large hall; every Sunday the counsellor—this title the pedlar had obtained， although only in his old days—read aloud a portion from the Bible. The children (for they had children) all received the best education， but they were not all equally clever， as is the case in all families.
In the meantime the willow tree near the drawbridge had grown up into a splendid tree， and stood there， free， and was never clipped. “It is our genealogical tree，” said the old people to their children， “and therefore it must be honoured.”
A hundred years had elapsed. It was in our own days; the lake had been transformed into marsh land; the whole baronial seat had， as it were， disappeared. A pool of water near some ruined walls was the only remainder of the deep ditches; and here stood a magnificent old tree with overhanging branches—that was the genealogical tree. Here it stood， and showed how beautiful a willow can look if one does not interfere with it. The trunk， it is true， was cleft in the middle from the root to the crown; the storms had bent it a little， but it still stood there， and out of every crevice and cleft， in which wind and weather had carried mould， blades of grass and flowers sprang forth. Especially above， where the large boughs parted， there was quite a hanging garden， in which wild raspberries and hart’s-tongue ferns throve， and even a little mistletoe had taken root， and grew gracefully in the old willow branches， which were reflected in the dark water beneath when the wind blew the chickweed into the corner of the pool. A footpath which led across the fields passed close by the old tree. High up， on the woody hillside， stood the new mansion. It had a splendid view， and was large and magnificent; its window panes were so clear that one might have thought there were none there at all. The large flight of steps which led to the entrance looked like a bower covered with roses and broad-leaved plants. The lawn was as green as if each blade of grass was cleaned separately morning and evening. Inside， in the hall， valuable oil paintings were hanging on the walls. Here stood chairs and sofas covered with silk and velvet， which could be easily rolled about on castors; there were tables with polished marble tops， and books bound in morocco with gilt edges. Indeed， well-to-do and distinguished people lived here; it was the dwelling of the baron and his family. Each article was in keeping with its surroundings. “Everything in the right place” was the motto according to which they also acted here， and therefore all the paintings which had once been the honour and glory of the old mansion were now hung up in the passage which led to the servants’ rooms. It was all old lumber， especially two portraits—one representing a man in a scarlet coat with a wig， and the other a lady with powdered and curled hair holding a rose in her hand， each of them being surrounded by a large wreath of willow branches. Both portraits had many holes in them， because the baron’s sons used the two old people as targets for their crossbows. They represented the counsellor and his wife， from whom the whole family descended. “But they did not properly belong to our family，” said one of the boys; “he was a pedlar and she kept the geese. They were not like papa and mamma.” The portraits were old lumber， and “everything in its right place.” That was why the great-grandparents had been hung up in the passage leading to the servants’ rooms.
The son of the village pastor was tutor at the mansion. One day he went for a walk across the fields with his young pupils and their elder sister， who had lately been confirmed. They walked along the road which passed by the old willow tree， and while they were on the road she picked a bunch of field-flowers. “Everything in the right place，” and indeed the bunch looked very beautiful. At the same time she listened to all that was said， and she very much liked to hear the pastor’s son speak about the elements and of the great men and women in history. She had a healthy mind， noble in thought and deed， and with a heart full of love for everything that God had created. They stopped at the old willow tree， as the youngest of the baron’s sons wished very much to have a flute from it， such as had been cut for him from other willow trees; the pastor’s son broke a branch off. “Oh， pray do not do it!” said the young lady; but it was already done. “That is our famous old tree. I love it very much. They often laugh at me at home about it， but that does not matter. There is a story attached to this tree.” And now she told him all that we already know about the tree—the old mansion， the pedlar and the goose-girl who had met there for the first time， and had become the ancestors of the noble family to which the young lady belonged.
“They did not like to be knighted， the good old people，” she said; “their motto was ’everything in the right place，’ and it would not be right， they thought， to purchase a title for money. My grandfather， the first baron， was their son. They say he was a very learned man， a great favourite with the princes and princesses， and was invited to all court festivities. The others at home love him best; but， I do not know why， there seemed to me to be something about the old couple that attracts my heart! How homely， how patriarchal， it must have been in the old mansion， where the mistress sat at the spinning-wheel with her maids， while her husband read aloud out of the Bible!”
“They must have been excellent， sensible people，” said the pastor’s son. And with this the conversation turned naturally to noblemen and commoners; from the manner in which the tutor spoke about the significance of being noble， it seemed almost as if he did not belong to a commoner’s family.
“It is good fortune to be of a family who have distinguished themselves， and to possess as it were a spur in oneself to advance to all that is good. It is a splendid thing to belong to a noble family， whose name serves as a card of admission to the highest circles. Nobility is a distinction; it is a gold coin that bears the stamp of its own value. It is the fallacy of the time， and many poets express it， to say that all that is noble is bad and stupid， and that， on the contrary， the lower one goes among the poor， the more brilliant virtues one finds. I do not share this opinion， for it is wrong. In the upper classes one sees many touchingly beautiful traits; my own mother has told me of such， and I could mention several. One day she was visiting a nobleman’s house in town; my grandmother， I believe， had been the lady’s nurse when she was a child. My mother and the nobleman were alone in the room， when he suddenly noticed an old woman on crutches come limping into the courtyard; she came every Sunday to carry a gift away with her.
“’There is the poor old woman，’ said the nobleman; ’it is so difficult for her to walk.’
“My mother had hardly understood what he said before he disappeared from the room， and went downstairs， in order to save her the troublesome walk for the gift she came to fetch. Of course this is only a little incident， but it has its good sound like the poor widow’s two mites in the Bible， the sound which echoes in the depth of every human heart; and this is what the poet ought to show and point out—more especially in our own time he ought to sing of this; it does good， it mitigates and reconciles! But when a man， simply because he is of noble birth and possesses a genealogy， stands on his hind legs and neighs in the street like an Arabian horse， and says when a commoner has been in a room： ’Some people from the street have been here，’ there nobility is decaying; it has become a mask of the kind that Thespis created， and it is amusing when such a person is exposed in satire.”
Such was the tutor’s speech; it was a little long， but while he delivered it he had finished cutting the flute.
There was a large party at the mansion; many guests from the neighbourhood and from the capital had arrived. There were ladies with tasteful and with tasteless dresses; the big hall was quite crowded with people. The clergymen stood humbly together in a corner， and looked as if they were preparing for a funeral， but it was a festival—only the amusement had not yet begun. A great concert was to take place， and that is why the baron’s young son had brought his willow flute with him; but he could not make it sound， nor could his father， and therefore the flute was good for nothing.
There was music and songs of the kind which delight most those that perform them; otherwise quite charming!
“Are you an artist?” said a cavalier， the son of his father; “you play on the flute， you have made it yourself; it is genius that rules—the place of honour is due to you.”
“Certainly not! I only advance with the time， and that of course one can’t help.”
“I hope you will delight us all with the little instrument—will you not?” Thus saying he handed to the tutor the flute which had been cut from the willow tree by the pool; and then announced in a loud voice that the tutor wished to perform a solo on the flute. They wished to tease him—that was evident， and therefore the tutor declined to play， although he could do so very well. They urged and requested him， however， so long， that at last he took up the flute and placed it to his lips.
That was a marvellous flute! Its sound was as thrilling as the whistle of a steam engine; in fact it was much stronger， for it sounded and was heard in the yard， in the garden， in the wood， and many miles round in the country; at the same time a storm rose and roared; “Everything in the right place.” And with this the baron， as if carried by the wind， flew out of the hall straight into the shepherd’s cottage， and the shepherd flew—not into the hall， thither he could not come—but into the servants’ hall， among the smart footmen who were striding about in silk stockings; these haughty menials looked horror-struck that such a person ventured to sit at table with them. But in the hall the baron’s daughter flew to the place of honour at the end of the table—she was worthy to sit there; the pastor’s son had the seat next to her; the two sat there as if they were a bridal pair. An old Count， belonging to one of the oldest families of the country， remained untouched in his place of honour; the flute was just， and it is one’s duty to be so. The sharp-tongued cavalier who had caused the flute to be played， and who was the child of his parents， flew headlong into the fowl-house， but not he alone.
The flute was heard at the distance of a mile， and strange events took place. A rich banker’s family， who were driving in a coach and four， were blown out of it， and could not even find room behind it with their footmen. Two rich farmers who had in our days shot up higher than their own corn-fields， were flung into the ditch; it was a dangerous flute. Fortunately it burst at the first sound， and that was a good thing， for then it was put back into its owner’s pocket—“its right place.”
The next day， nobody spoke a word about what had taken place; thus originated the phrase， “to pocket the flute.” Everything was again in its usual order， except that the two old pictures of the peddlar and the goose-girl were hanging in the banqueting-hall. There they were on the wall as if blown up there; and as a real expert said that they were painted by a master’s hand， they remained there and were restored. “Everything in the right place，” and to this it will come. Eternity is long， much longer indeed than this story.
篇6：英语作文童话
In the past, an official celebrated1 his birthday.
A small official under him heard that he was born in the year of ”the rat“. To curry2 the official's favour, he had a gold rat cast as a birthday present and went to the official's house to congratulate him on his birthday.
The official was very pleased at the sight of the gold rat and said: ”Do you know? In a few days my wife will celebrate her birthday too. She was born in the year of 'the ox'".
从前，有个官员过生日。
他手下的一个小官听说他属“鼠”，为了巴结他，铸了一只金鼠作为寿礼，登门祝寿。
这个官员一见金鼠，很是高兴，说：“你们知道吗?过几天，我的夫人也要过生日了，她是属‘牛’”。
篇7：英语作文童话
Towards the end of the Age of Bronze the human world became very cruel.
Men grew hungry,impolite and ungodly.Neither rightn or law was respected any longer,and the rule of hospitality was forgotten.Dressed up in human form,Zeus visited Arcadia andThessaly,and disliked the deadly wrongs of men .He decidedto clear the earth of them all.Without hesitation he released therainy south wind and called upon the heartless Poseidon to help.Soon the whole world sank in a vast ocean, and the entire humanrace disappeared in the unheard of flood,all but two poor Thessalians .
These were an old childless couple,kind and faithful and contented with life.The man was called Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha.Son of Prometheus,Deucalion had been warned beforehand by his father of the coming flood and made himself a hugechest.When the roaring flood came the couple hid themselves init and floated for nine days until it touched land again on Mt Parnassus.
The once active world presented a frightening sight.It was all death and ruin.Feeling lonely and unsafe,the old coupleprayed to the gods for help.A sage instructed them to cast the bones of their mother about .The son of the wise Titan, havingguessed the true meaning of the mysterious command, started throwing stones behind him. A miracle occurred. The stonesthat the man cast became men;the stones that the woman threwturned into women.Since then,people appeared on the land again.The Heroic Age had begun.
洪水
到了青铜期末代,人类世界变得非常残忍,人类也变得贪婪、粗鲁且不虔诚。公理与法律不再受到尊重。殷勤好客的风俗被遗忘。宙斯装扮成凡人的样子查看了阿卡迪亚和色萨利两地。他不喜欢凡人极度的罪恶,决心将他们从地球上铲除。他毫不犹豫地释放了夹雨的南风,并召来冷酷无情的波塞冬协助他。很快整个人类世界被淹没在一片汪洋之中。除了两名恭顺的色萨利人幸免于难外,人类被史无前例的洪水吞噬。
这对老夫妻没有孩子。他们善良、虔诚、对生活心满意足。丈夫是普罗米修斯的儿子,名叫丢卡利翁,妻子名为皮拉。丢卡利翁的父亲事先就警告他会爆发洪水,因此,他制了个巨大的箱子。当咆哮的洪水涌来时,夫妻俩就躲藏在箱中,这样漂泊了九天,最终漂到了帕那萨斯山。
曾经生机勃勃的大地呈现出恐怖的`景象。死亡与毁灭四处可见。老夫妻深感孤独和危险。他们就向上帝祈祷,乞求帮助。一位圣人指示他们把母亲的遗骨掷向四周。这位聪明的泰坦的后代,马上悟出了这个神秘指示所隐含的意义。他们开始将石头抛向身后。奇迹出现了。男人抛出的石头变成成了男人,女人抛的则变成了女人。从此人类再次在陆地上出现,英雄时代来临。
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