大家练笔：大师詹姆斯·瑟伯(James Thurber)的作品

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为方便大家看，我找到了几篇的文字。。有兴趣的可以翻啊，非常好的学习和练习。

The Little Girl and the Wolf

One afternoon a big wolf waited in a dark forest for a little girl to come along carrying a basket of food to her grandmother. Finally a little girl did come along and she was carrying a basket of food. "Are you carrying that basket to your grandmother?" asked the wolf. The little girl said yes, she was. So the wolf asked her where her grandmother lived and the little girl told him and he disappeared into the wood.

When the little girl opened the door of her grandmother's house she saw that there was somebody in bed with a nightcap and nightgown on. She had approached no nearer than twenty-five feet from the bed when she saw that it was not her grandmother but the wolf, for even in a nightcap a wolf does not look any more like your grandmother than the Metro-Goldwyn lion looks like Calvin Coolidge. So the little girl took an automatic out of her basket and shot the wolf dead.

(Moral: It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.)

The Unicorn in the Garden
Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man and pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said, "ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in a booby-hatch." The man, who never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat among the roses and went to sleep.

And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lily," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bird." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.

The Bear Who Let It Alone

In the woods of the Far West there once lived a brown bear who could take it or leave it alone. He would go into a bar where they sold mead, a fermented drink made of honey, and he would have just two drinks. Then he would put some money on the bar and say, “See what the bears in the back room will have,” and he would go home.
But finally he took to drinking by himself most of the day. He would reel home at night, kick over the umbrella stand, knock down the bridge lamps, and ram his elbows through the windows. Then he would collapse on the floor and lie there until he went to sleep. His wife was greatly distressed, and his children were very frightened.

At length the bear saw the error of his ways and began to reform. In the end he became a famous teetotaller and a persistant temperence lecturer. He would tell everybody who came to his house about the awful effects of drink, and he would boast about how strong and well he had become since he gave up touching the stuff. To demonstrate this, he would stand on his head and on his hands, and he would turn cartwheels in the house, kicking over the umbrella stand, knocking down the bridge lamps, and ramming his elbows through the windows. Then he would lie down on the floor, tired by his healthful exercise, and go to sleep. His wife was greatly distressed, and his children were very frightened.

Moral: you might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

The Owl Who Was God

Once upon a starless midnight there was an owl who sat on the branch of an oak tree. Two ground moles tried to slip quietly by, unnoticed. "You!" said the owl. "Who?" they quavered, in fear and astonishment, for they could not believe it was possible for anyone to see them in that thick darkness. "You two!" said the owl. The moles hurried away and told the other creatures of the field and forest that the owl was the greatest and wisest of all animals because he could see in the dark and because he could answer any question. "I’ll see about that, "said a secretary bird, and he called on the owl one night when it was again very dark. "How many claws am I holding up?" said the secretary bird. "Two," said the owl, and that was right. "Can you give me another expression for ‘that is to say’ or ‘namely’?" asked the secretary bird. "To wit," said the owl. "Why does the lover call on his love?" "To woo," said the owl.

The secretary bird hastened back to the other creatures and reported that the owl indeed was the greatest and wisest animal in the world because he could see in the dark and because he could answer any question. "Can he see in the daytime, too?" asked a red fox? "Yes," answered a dormouse and a French poodle. "Can he see in the daytime, too?" All the other creatures laughed loudly at this silly question, and they set upon the red fox and his friends and drove them out of the region. They sent a messenger to the owl and asked him to be their leader.

When the owl appeared among the animals it was high noon and the sun was shining brightly. He walked very slowly, which gave him an appearance of great dignity, and he peered about him with large, staring eyes, which gave him an air of tremendous importance. "He’s God!" screamed a Plymouth rock hen. And the others took up the cry "He’s God!" So they followed him wherever he went and when he bumped into things they began to bump into things, too. Finally he came to a concrete highway and he started up the middle of it and all the other creatures followed him. Presently a hawk, who was acting as outrider, observed a truck coming toward them at fifty miles an hour, and he reported to the secretary bird and the secretary bird reported to the owl. "There’s danger ahead," said the secretary bird. "To wit?" said the owl. The secretary bird told him. "Aren’t you afraid?" he asked. "Who?" said the owl calmly, for he could not see the truck. "He’s God!" cried all the creatures again, and they were still crying "He’s God" when the truck hit them and ran them down. Some of the animals were merely injured, but most of them, including the owl, were killed.

Moral: You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.

"The Birds and the Foxes"

Once upon a time there was a bird sanctuary in which hundreds of Baltimore orioles lived together happily. The refuge consisted of a forest entirely surrounded by a highwire fence. When it was put up, a pack of foxes who lived nearby protested that it was an arbitrary and unnatural boundary. However, they did nothing about it at the time because they were interested in civilizing the geese and ducks on the neighboring farms. When all the geese and ducks had been civilized, and there was nothing left to eat, the foxes once more turned their attention to the bird sanctuary. Their leader announced that there had once been foxes in the sanctuary but that they had been driven out. He proclaimed that Baltimore orioles belonged in Baltimore. He said, furthermore, that the orioles in the sanctuary were a continuous menace to the peace of the world. The other animals cautioned the foxes not to disturb the birds in their sanctuary.

So the foxes attacked the sanctuary one night and tore down the fence that surrounded it. The orioles rushed out and were instantly killed and eaten by the foxes.

The next day the leader of the foxes, a fox from whom God was receiving daily guidance, got upon the rostrum and addressed the other foxes. His message was simple and sublime. "You see before you another Lincoln. We have liberated all those birds."

Moral: Government of the orioles, by the foxes, and for the foxes, must perish from the earth.

The Glass in the Field,

A short time ago some builders, working on a studio in Connecticut, left a large square of plate glass standing upright in a field one day. A goldfinch flying swiftly across the field struck the glass and was knocked cold. When he came to, he hastened to his club, where an attendant bandaged his head and gave him a stiff drink. "What the hell happened?" asked a sea gull. "I was flying across a meadow when all of a sudden the air crystallized on me," said the goldfinch. The sea gull and a hawk and an eagle all laughed heartily. A swallow listened gravely. "For fifteen years, fledgling and bird, I've flown this country," said the eagle, "and I assure you there is no such thing as air crystallizing. Water, yes; air, no." "You were probably struck by a hailstone," the hawk said to the goldfinch. "Or he may have had a stroke," said the sea gull. "What do you think, swallow?" "Why, I-- I think maybe the air crystallized on him," said the swallow. The large birds laughed so loudly that the goldfinch became annoyed and bet each of them a dozen worms that they couldn't follow the course he had flown across the field without encountering the hardened atmosphere. They all took his bet; the swallow went along to watch. The sea gull, the eagle, and the hawk decided to fly together over the route the goldfinch had indicated. "You come, too," they said to the swallow. "I-- I-- well, no," said the swallow. "I don't think I will." So the three large birds took off together and they hit the glass together, and they were all knocked cold.

Moral: He who hesitates is sometimes saved.

The Moth and the Star

A young and impressionable moth once set his heart on a certain star. He told his mother about this and she counseled him to set his heart on a bridge lamp instead. “Star’s aren’t the thing to hang around,” she said; “lamps are the thing to hang around.” “You get somewhere that way,” said the moth’s father. “You don’t get anywhere chasing stars.” But the moth would not heed the words of either parent. Every evening at dusk when the star came out he would start flying toward it and every morning at dawn he would crawl back home worn out with his vain endeavor. One day his father said to him, “You haven’t burned a wing in months, boy, and it looks to me as if you were never going to. All your brothers have been badly burned flying around street lamps and all your sisters have been terribly singed flying around house lamps. Come on, now, get yourself scorched! A big strapping moth like you without a mark on him!”

The moth left his father’s house, but he would not fly around street lamps and he would not fly around house lamps. He went right on trying to reach the star, which was four and one-third light years, or twenty-five trillion miles, away. The moth thought it was just caught in the top branches of an elm. He never did reach the star, but he went right on trying, night after night, and when he was a very, very old moth he began to think that he really had reached the star and he went around saying so. This gave him a deep and lasting pleasure, and he lived to a great old age. He parents and his brothers and his sisters had all been burned to death when they where quite young.

Moral: Who flies afar from the sphere of our sorrow is here today and here tomorrow.

The very proper gander

Not so very long ago there was a very fine gander. He was strong and smooth and beautiful and he spent most of his time singing to his wife and children. One day somebody who saw him strutting up and down in his yard and singing remarked, "There is a very proper gander." An old hen overheard this and told her husband about it that night in the roost. "They said something about propaganda," she said. "I have always suspected that," said the rooster, and he went around the barnyard next day telling everybody that the very fine gander was a dangerous bird, more than likely a hawk in gander's clothing. A small brown hen remembered a time when at a great distance she had seen the gander talking with some hawks in the forest. "They were up to no good," she said. A duck remembered that the gander had once told him he did not believe in anything. "He said to hell with the flag, too," said the duck. A guinea hen recalled that she had once seen somebody who looked very much like the gander throw something that looked a great deal like a bomb. Finally everybody snatched up sticks and stones and descended on the gander's house. He was strutting in his front yard, singing to his children and his wife. "There he is!" everybody cried. "Hawk-lover! Unbeliever! Flag-hater! Bomb-thrower!" So they set upon him and drove him out of the country.

Moral: Anybody who you or your wife thinks is going to overthrow the government by violence must be driven out of the country.

The Rabbits Who Caused All the Trouble

Within the memory of the youngest child there was a family of rabbits who lived near a pack of wolves. The wolves announced that they did not like the way the rabbits were living. (The wolves were crazy about the way they themselves were living, because it was the only way to live.) One night several wolves were killed in an earthquake and this was blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that rabbits pound on the ground with their hind legs and cause earthquakes. On another night one of the other wolves was killed by a bolt of lightning and this was also blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that lettuce-eaters cause lightning. The wolves threatened to civilize the rabbits if they didn’t behave, and the rabbits decided to run away to a desert island. But the other animals, who lived at a great distance, shamed them saying, “You must stay where you are and be brave. This is no world for escapists. If the wolves attack you, we will come to your aid in all probability.” So the rabbits continued to live near the wolves and one day there was a terrible flood which drowned a great many wolves. This was blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that carrot-nibblers with long ears cause floods. The wolves descended on the rabbits, for their own good, and imprisoned them in a dark cave, for their own protection.

When nothing was heard about the rabbits for some weeks, the other animals demanded to know what happened to them. The wolves replied that the rabbits had been eaten and since they had been eaten the affair was a purely internal matter. But the other animals warned that they might possibly unite against the wolves unless some reason was given for the destruction of the rabbits. So the wolves gave them one. “They were trying to escape,” said the wolves, “and, as you know this is no world for escapists.”

Moral: Run, don’t walk, to the nearest desert island.

The Shrike and the Chipmunks

Once upon a time there were two chipmunks, a male and a female. The male chipmunk thought that arranging nuts in artistic patters was more fun that just piling them up to see how many you could pile up. The female was all for piling up as many as you could. She told her husband that if he gave up making designs with the nuts there would be room in their large cave for a great many more and he would soon become the wealthiest chipmunk in the woods. But he would not let her interfere with his designs, so she flew into a rage and left him.. “The shrike will get you,” she said, “because you are helpless and cannot look after yourself.” To be sure, the female chipmunk had not been gone three nights before the male had to dress for a banquet and could not find his studs or shirt or suspenders. So he couldn’t go to the banquet, but that was just as well, because all the chipmunks who did go were attached and killed by a weasel.

The next day the shrike began hanging around outside the chipmunk’s cave, waiting to catch him. The shrike couldn’t get in because the doorway was clogged up with soiled laundry and dirty dishes. “He will come out for a walk after breakfast and I will get him then,” thought the shrike. But the chipmunk slept all day and did not get up and have breakfast until after dark. Then he came out for a breath of fresh air before beginning work on a new design. The shrike swooped down to snatch the chipmunk, but could not see very well on account of the dark, so he batted his head against an alder branch and was killed.

A few days later the female chipmunk returned and saw the awful mess the house was in. She went to the bed and shook her husband. “What would you do without me?” she demanded. “Just go on living, I guess,” he said. “You wouldn’t last five days,” she told him. She swept the house and did the dishes and sent out the laundry, and then she made the chipmunk get up and wash and dress. “You can’t be healthy in you lie in bed all day and never get any exercise,” she told him. So she took him for a walk in the bright sunlight and they were both caught and killed by the shrike’s brother, a shrike named Stoop.

Moral: Early to rise and early to bed makes a man healthy and wealthy and dead.

表情占位：s:182好强大的贴子，期待大家精彩的翻译哈！

给女儿念了第1篇，她听不懂，让讲中文，以下是我俩的翻译：

小女孩和狼

一天下午，一头大狼在阴暗的森林里等着，盼望着会有提着篮子给外婆送点心的小女孩经过。最后，真的来了一个小女孩，手里提着篮子。“篮子里的东西是给你外婆送去的吗？”狼问。女孩说是的，她是给外婆送点心去的。狼又问女孩的外婆住在哪里，小女孩告诉了他。狼听完，很快消失在森里里。

小女孩来到外婆家，一推开门，就发现床上躺着一个“人”，头戴睡帽，身穿睡袍。可是走到离床两丈多远的地方，她就发现那不是外婆，而是狼。你知道，即使戴上了睡帽，狼还是不像外婆，就好比福娃长得不像温家宝。于是，小女孩马上从篮子里拿出一把自动手枪，把狼打死了。

（寓意：现在的小女孩可不像过去那么好骗了。）

原文 “…the Metro-Goldwyn lion  looks like Calvin Coolidge”，Metro-Goldwyn lion是好莱坞电影工作室Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer的吉祥物，而Calvin Coolidge是美国第30届总统，不查我也不知道，小孩子更不知道了，所以改成了中国的福娃和总理，⊙﹏⊙b汗。

谢谢楼主介绍这么有趣的作品。我也试着翻译一个。

鸟和狐狸的故事

从前，在巴尔的摩的一个鸟类保护区，有好几百只巴尔的摩黄鹂快乐的生活在一起。
这个避难所是一片森林，周边被高高的篱笆严密包围起来。
篱笆刚被树立起来的时候，住在附近的一群狐狸曾经跑到有关部门，抗议说，这是个蛮不讲理、有违自然规律的藩篱！
不过他们并没坚持。因为那个时候，他们正忙着让附近农场的一群呆头鹅和大脚鸭分享文明成果。
当所有的鹅鸭们都被文明搞掂，狐狸再也没有其他美食可以享用，他们又一次打起了鸟类保护区的主意。
带头的狐狸领袖说：我们有几个狐狸老乡本来住在保护区里，可是他们竟然给驱逐出去了！天理何在？
他还说：巴尔的摩黄鹂属于巴尔的摩全体民众！
他又说：保护区里的黄鹂严重危害世界和平！
保护区里的其他动物们劝这些狐狸：放鸟儿们一条生路吧！
狐狸们决定动用武力。一天夜里，他们发动进攻，拆毁所有篱笆，包围了保护区。受惊的黄鹂从保护区里冲出来，立马就落入狐狸口中。
第二天，英明神武的狐狸领袖——据说连上帝都要每天聆听他的教诲——走上讲坛，对其他狐狸们发表演说。
他传达的信息简单而高尚。他说：站在你们面前的是又一个林肯！我们让鸟儿获得了解放！

这个故事告诉我们：狐狸治理，狐狸享受的黄鹂政府只有死路一条。

很久以前，有一个鸟儿避难所，成百上千只的巴尔的摩黄鹂在里面快乐地生活着。这个避难所是一个整个由高高的网围起来的树林。网刚围起来的时候，住在附近的一帮狐狸曾抗议说这是霸权主义的界限，是违反自然的界限。不过，狐狸们倒也没采取什么行动，因为他们那时正兴致勃勃地超度着附近农场的鸭和鹅。当所有的鸭和鹅都被超度完之后，那儿就没什么可吃的了。狐狸们的注意力再一次转移向了鸟儿避难所。他们的领袖声明，狐狸也曾经在避难所里居住，却被赶了出来。他还宣称巴尔的摩黄鹂当属于巴尔的摩。他进一步说，避难所里的黄鹂是对世界和平的持续威胁。其他的动物警告狐狸别去打扰避难所里的鸟儿。

狐狸们于是在一天晚上袭击了避难所，扯下了包围着的网。黄鹂们一冲出来就立刻被狐狸们三下五除二地杀了吃掉。

第二天，狐狸的领袖——上帝从他那儿听取每日指导——站在讲台上，向其他狐狸讲话。他的发言简短而有力。“你们见证了又一个林肯。我们已经解放了全部鸟儿。”

启示：这个我怎么都没想到比上个同学更好的。

说戒就戒的狗熊

在达西森林，住着一只棕色的狗熊，一只拿得起放得下的熊。有一家酒吧，供应用蜂蜜发酵酿制的蜂蜜酒。他会在那儿只喝上两杯，然后，放点钱在吧台，说一句：“瞧瞧密室里的熊会有些啥。”接着就回家。

但是最后他喝得上了瘾，几乎一整天都在喝。他会在夜里昏头转向的回到家，踢倒雨伞架，撞翻过道灯，还用胳膊肘顶开窗户。接着，他就会瘫在地上，一直躺到睡着。他的妻子对此非常痛苦，孩子们则非常害怕。

最后，这只熊认识到自己走上了邪道，开始痛改前非。结果，他变成了一个著名的禁酒人士以及关于“坚持戒酒”的讲师。他会向所有来家里的人讲述饮酒后的丑态。他会夸耀自从再也不碰那玩意儿之后，他变得无比强壮。为了演示说明，他会头手朝下的倒立，然后在屋子里来几个侧空翻，踢倒雨伞架，撞翻过道灯，还用胳膊肘顶开窗户。接着，他就会瘫在地上，被他的健康运动搞的筋疲力尽，就这样睡着了。他的妻子对此非常痛苦，孩子们则非常害怕。

启示：如果用力过猛，即使是向后倒也可能脸着地。

花栗鼠与伯劳鸟的故事

从前，有一男一女两只花栗鼠。男花栗鼠喜欢把坚果摆成各种各样艺术造型，他觉得这么做比单单把它们往高里堆更有趣。女的呢，就喜欢把坚果堆得高得不能再高。她教训老公说，如果你放弃你的坚果设计，咱们家就能腾出更多空间，就能存更多坚果，这样你才能变成林子里最有钱的花栗鼠！但是他坚持不让她干涉自己的爱好。女花栗鼠一怒之下，离家出走了。“伯劳鸟会抓住你的！”她气愤的说，“因为你无可救药，连自己都照顾不了！”

的确，女花栗鼠走了还没三天，男花栗鼠就因为找不到赴宴穿的衬衫，袖扣还有裤子背带而放弃了一个大吃大喝的机会。不过这也未尝不是一件好事——那天所有参加宴会的花栗鼠落入了一只黄鼠狼的魔爪。

第二天，伯劳鸟开始在鼠洞外徘徊，伺机抓住花栗鼠。他进不来，因为房门口被脏衣服和脏碗碟给堵住了。“早餐后花栗鼠怎么着也会出来散个步的，到那时我就可以抓住他！”伯劳鸟想。可花栗鼠睡了一天懒觉，直到天黑了才爬起来吃早餐。在开始设计新的坚果花样前，他出来呼吸新鲜空气。伯劳鸟冲下去企图抓住他，却因为天黑看不清，一头撞在了树枝上，死了。

几天以后，女花栗鼠回来，看见房子已经乱成一团糟。她走到丈夫床前，摇醒他说：没有我你能干得了什么？“继续活着呗，还能怎么样。”男花栗鼠回答说。“你坚持不过五天的！”她告诉他。她把房间打扫了一遍，洗了碗碟和衣服，然后催着男花栗鼠起床，洗澡换衣。“你这样躺在床上一点不锻炼，太不健康了！”她说。于是她拉着他出门到阳光下散步，结果，双双被伯劳鸟的弟弟，外号叫“驼子”的，给抓住吃了。

这个故事告诉我们：早睡早起身体好，赚钱多，死得早！

真好的练习资料，谢谢！一定好好利用！

万恶之源的兔子

小小孩儿记得，狼窝边上住了一家兔子。这些狼表示不喜欢兔子的生活方式。（狼只喜欢自己的生活方式，因为他们只能这么活下去。）一天晚上，几只狼在地震中死去，这怪到了兔子头上，因为众所周知，正是兔子用后腿蹬地，才引发了地震。另一天晚上，一只狼被闪电劈死，这也怪到了兔子头上，因为众所周知，是吃生菜的家伙制造了闪电。狼放出话，要管教管教兔子。兔子决定逃到荒岛上去。但是其他住得远一些的动物却来刮兔子们的鼻子，“你们不能走，得呆在这里，勇敢面对。逃兵不配活着。如果狼攻击你们，我们会竭尽全力帮你们的。”所以兔子留下来，继续住在狼窝边上。一天，发了大洪水，许多狼淹死了。这也怪到兔子头上，因为众所周知，是长着长耳朵、啃胡萝卜的家伙引发了洪水。为了自己的利益，狼袭击了兔子，为了保护自己，狼把兔子囚禁在黑黑的山洞里。

一连几个星期没有听到兔子的消息，其他动物要求狼告诉他们兔子怎么了。狼回复说，他们把兔子吃掉了，因为兔子被他们吃进肚子里，所以他们和兔子的瓜葛就是内部矛盾了。但其他动物警告说，对兔子的杀害，如果狼不给出个理由，他们将会联合起来反对狼。所以狼就给他们编了个理由“兔子想逃跑，”狼说，“但是你知道的，逃兵不配活着。”

寓意：要去荒岛？用跑的，别用走的。

这个贴子不错，有空时我也来练练手。

一只年轻敏感的飞蛾爱上了一颗星星。他把他的爱告诉了妈妈，妈妈劝他还是选一盏明灯来爱吧。“星星可不适合亲近。”她说：“灯才适合共度呢。”“爱上明灯，你总能得到点什么。”飞蛾爸爸开口了。“追求星星你可什么也得不到。”但飞蛾对老爸老妈的话都没放在心上。每天傍晚，天色渐暗，那颗星出现，飞蛾就开始向爱星飞去。每天早晨，黎明时分，飞蛾都徒劳无功，筋疲力尽地爬回家。一天，飞蛾爸爸对他说，“儿子，都好几个月了你一只翅膀都没烧伤！我看你是不可能烧到翅膀了。看看你那些兄弟天天围着街灯转，翅膀全都烧伤了。你姐妹们也围着房灯飞来飞去唱着歌。加把劲啊，去，给自己添点烙印！像你这样魁梧的飞蛾怎么能没有像样的疤痕！”

飞蛾离开了爸爸的房子，却没有围着街灯转，也没绕着房灯飞。他执意继续追求星星，离他四又三分之一光年，或二十五万亿里远的星星。可飞蛾觉得那星星只是挂在榆树枝头而已。他从没够着过星星，但他从没停止，夜夜努力着。等他成了一只很老很老的飞蛾，他开始觉得他确实够到了那星星，于是就到处讲着。这给了他最后最深的快乐，他活了很大一把年纪。他的爸爸妈妈和兄弟姐妹都在很年轻时就被烧死了。
寓意：那些从我们忧伤深处飞来的人，今天在，明天也在。

好简洁可爱的图呢！

这个太难了！

猫头鹰上帝

在一个没有星星的漆黑夜里，有只猫头鹰坐在橡树枝上。两只鼹鼠正悄悄溜过，没有注意。
“你们！”猫头鹰喊。
“谁？”小鼹鼠们颤颤地问，他们可吓坏了，怎么也想不到在这样伸手不见五指的黑夜还会被瞧见。
“你们两个！”猫头鹰又喊。
俩鼹鼠赶紧跑了，告诉其他动物这片树林有一只猫头鹰，它是所有动物里面最伟大最聪明的，因为他在黑暗里也什么都能看见，而且他什么问题都能回答。

“我要去看看，”一只秘书鸟不服了。又一个漆黑的夜里，他去拜访了猫头鹰。
“我举了几只手？”秘书鸟问。
“两个”，猫头鹰说，还真对了。
“你能不能告诉我‘换句话说’或‘换言之’还能怎么讲？”秘书鸟又问了。
“即”，猫头鹰答道。
“为什么爱人要拜访他心爱的人？”
“去追求她，”猫头鹰说。

秘书鸟赶回到其他动物中间告诉他们这只猫头鹰确实是世界上最聪明的动物，因为他确实能看破黑暗，还能回答一切问题。“那他在白天也能看见吗？”所以动物都笑了，这个问题太愚蠢。他们把问问题的红狐狸及他的朋友都逐出了这个地区。他们还向猫头鹰送了信请他来当大王。
猫头鹰在所有动物跟前亮相时恰好是正午，太阳高悬。他走的很慢，这让他看起来很高贵，他用又大又有神的眼睛四下查看，这让他特别有大人物的派头。
“他是上帝！”婆婆鸡激动地喊。其他动物也跟着嚷着“他是上帝！”于是猫头鹰去哪里，他们就跟去哪；猫头鹰撞到东西，他们也撞到东西。最后猫头鹰走到水泥高速公路上，他在路中间大摇大摆地走着，其他动物也都跟着他。这时鹰侍卫发现一辆卡车以每小时50里的速度驶来，他向秘书鸟做了报告，秘书鸟又报告给猫头鹰。
“前方危险，”秘书鸟说。
“即？”
秘书鸟讲了卡车的事。“您不害怕吗？”秘书鸟问。
“谁？”猫头鹰平静地说，因为他根本就看不见卡车。
“他是上帝！”所以动物又喊了起来，一直喊到卡车撞了过来，碾过他们。有些动物只是受了伤，但大部分动物，包括猫头鹰在内都被压死了。

寓意：你真的能一下子骗很多人很长时间。

野地里的玻璃

几天前，有几个工人在康州建工作室，他们留了一大块方玻璃立在野地里。一只金翅雀飞快地要飞过野地，结果撞到玻璃上昏倒了。清醒过来后，金翅雀先生立马赶到他的酒吧，一个服务员给他包扎了头，还给他倒了一杯烈酒。
“你怎么搞的这么惨？”海鸥说。
“我正飞过一片草地，结果突然，空气结冰挡住我了”。金翅雀说。
海鸥、小鹰和老鹰都爆笑起来。而燕子认真地听着。
“从小到大，我在这一片儿飞了有十五年了，”老鹰说，“我可以跟你保证，绝对没有空气结冰这一说。水嘛，有可能，空气嘛，绝对不可能。”
“说不定你是被冰雹砸到了”，小鹰对金翅雀说。
“他也可能是中风了，”海鸥说。“你怎么看啊，燕子？”
“啊？我，我看说不定真的是空气结冰挡着他了，”燕子说。大鸟们狂笑起来，金翅鸟被惹恼了，跟他们打赌他们要是顺着他飞过的路飞，肯定也得撞到结冰的空气，输了他就给这三个家伙每只鸟一堆虫子。三个大家伙都跟金翅鸟赌，燕子跟着去看。
海鸥、老鹰、小鹰决定一起飞过金翅鸟说的那条路。“你也一块儿来，”他们喊燕子。“我…我…还是不要了，”燕子迟疑地说。“我觉得我不行。”于是三只大鸟一起振翅起飞，结果一起撞到了玻璃，全都撞晕了。

寓意：有时候，迟疑不前会救你一命。

成名的海豹

一只海豹躺在一块又大又平的石头上自言自语：我除了游泳什么都没做过，其他海豹都没我游得好。但是他转念一想，其实别的海豹都能跟他游得一样好。他想到生活是这么单调无聊，千篇一律，越来越丧气了。当天晚上他离家出走，加入了一个马戏团。
两年后这只海豹成了顶东西的高手。他能顶灯，台球棍子，健身球，坐垫，小凳子，雪茄。反正你给他什么，他就能顶起什么。一天，他在一本书上读到一篇介绍美国超级海豹的文章，他觉得这明明就是讲他自己的。于是，在这个冬天，已经有三年演艺生涯的海豹回到了他的大平石头，去看他的家人朋友。他立马就给他们带去了大地方的气息：新近流行的口头禅，金色细颈瓶装着的酒，高级打火机，西服翻领上的栀子花。他又给老乡们展示顶东西技巧，大平石头上能顶的东西全顶过了，可这还不够。这只海豹把保留节目全演完后，又问其他海豹，能不能做他做过的，他们都说不能。“那好”，他说，“那你们做些我不能做的事瞧瞧吧。”既然这些海豹除了游泳什么都不会，于是他们全都扎进了海里。明星海豹也紧跟着一头扎了下去，可他漂亮的大城市衣服太碍事了，再加上一双价值17美元的皮鞋，这些拽着他往下沉。因为他已经三年没游泳了，连怎么用鳍和尾巴都不记得了，没等其他海豹回来救他，他就淹死了。海豹们为他办了简单庄严的葬礼。
寓意：上帝给你装了鳍，你就不要耍把戏。