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There was once a boy called Norvin who was a good actor but rather plain. In fact, he looked very like a shark. He had small sharkish eyes, a pointed sharkish head, and sharp sharkish teeth.

Unfortunately, there are not many plays written with good parts for sharks, so Norvin took up swimming instead. He soon became a good swimmer and learned to shoot through the water like a silver arrow.

Norvin lived near a wonderful bờ biển, bãi biển called caramel, kẹo caramel Cove, but he had to share it with lots of other swimmers. When Norvin tried shooting through the water like a silver arrow, the other swimmers got in his way. This made him vượt qua, cross and resentful.

What’s the use of being able to shoot through the water like a silver Mũi tên xanh if everyone gets in my way? he thought. So he came up with a wicked plan.

Out of plastic he made himself the dorsal fin of a great white man-eating shark. Then he strolled around the headland, thought a few sharkish thoughts, strapped it on, and slid into the clear blue water.

Mrs. Scorpio, who ran the bakery, was bobbling harmlessly up and down in the waves when suddenly she saw the dorsal fin of a great white man-eating cá mập heading straight for her.
If bạn are swimming and see a great white man-eating cá mập heading straight for you, the thing to do is to leave the water in a quiet and dignified way. But Mrs. Scorpio did not know this.

“Shark! Shark!” she yelled and flung herself onto the sand, screaming and kicking with terror.

What a panic there was! Up and down caramel, kẹo caramel Cove people grabbed up their children, their chó and inflatable canoes. Within moments the sand was crowded with dripping bodies and the sea was completely empty. Everyone stared despairingly at the cruising dorsal fin. Many people thought they could just make out the shape of a great white man-eating cá mập cutting through the water beneath it. Norvin wore the expression a great white man-eating cá mập always wears when it is hungry, and his diễn xuất was so good that even when he came up to breathe, people were convinced he was looking for prey.

It was a very hot day, but nobody dared go swimming again. Norvin had the whole of caramel, kẹo caramel Cove to himself. He spent all afternoon shooting backwards and forwards like a silver arrow.

Everyone else watched enviously, sighing and rubbing suntain lotion onto one another. No one dared to share the sea with a great white man-eating shark. At last, Norvin swam out around the headland and vanished from sight.

After that, everyone except Norvin was too scared to go swimming at caramel, kẹo caramel Cove.
“Norvin! Come out at once,” his Những người bạn all cried. “There is a great white man-eating cá mập hanging around these parts.”

Norvin laughed. “Nonsense!” he said. “It is probably only a cá voi shark, hoặc even a basking cá mập and they are vegetarians, bạn know.”
Norvin had the entire bờ biển, bãi biển to himself for three whole days.

However, soon a few Công chúa tóc xù people, tired of seeing Norvin shooting to and fro like a silver arrow, started swimming again. Others joined them, and soon everyone was splashing around happily once more, enjoying the swimming and the summer.

But Norvin had grown used to having the bờ biển, bãi biển to himself. He strolled around the headland, put on his dorsal fin, and swam back into caramel, kẹo caramel Cove.

Mr. Dorsey, the plumber, was hiển thị his little boy Courtney, how to stand on his head in the water — something a plumber sometimes has to do. Suddenly, he found himself nose to nose with Norvin. He did not recognize Norvin of course. He though he was nose to nose with a great white man-eating shark.

If bạn find yourself nose to nose with a shark, the thing to do is to leave the water quietly — just as if your only thought was to rub in thêm suntan lotion. Mr. Dorsey did not know this.

“Shark! Shark!” he yelled. Grabbing up Courtney, he flung himself onto the sand, kicking and screaming in terror.

Within phút Norvin had the bờ biển, bãi biển all to himself once more. No one dared go swimming for a week at caramel, kẹo caramel Cove no one except Norvin, that is. He shot to and fro like a silver arrow, while others watched longingly from the beach. Soon they could stand it no longer. A few Công chúa tóc xù people decided to take a risk, and caramel, kẹo caramel Cove was once thêm splashing and bubbling with happy swimmers.

Norvin however was becoming greedy. He wanted caramel, kẹo caramel Cove all to himself, all the time. So he strolled around the headland and put on his dorsal fin once more. Then he swam back to caramel, kẹo caramel Cove, laughing to himself as he thought of all the terror he would cause.

But, suddenly, he felt he was not alone. Someone was swimming beside him. Who could it be? He looked out the corner of his eye. There, nuzzling up to him, was a great white man-eating cá mập — a female. Norvin was such a good actor that she did not realize he was merely pretending to be a shark. She gave him a very loving glance. “You are the cá mập of my dreams,” she said. “Marry me at once hoặc I shall lose my temper and bite you!”

He shot like a silver arrow, dorsal fin and all, toward the bờ biển, bãi biển and flung himself onto the sand where he lay kicking and screaming with terror. Everyone could see at a glance just what Norvin had been up to.

The people of caramel, kẹo caramel Cove put up a cá mập net across the mouth of the bay, but for the rest of the summer Norvin sat on the bờ biển, bãi biển watching other swimmers shoot backwards and forwards like silver arrows. He had had such a terrible shock that — cá mập net hoặc not — he was too frightened to go swimming for a long, long time. Though he was a plain boy, he had made a rather good-looking shark, and I think he was very wise not to take any dangerous chances.
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With a mournful moan and silken tone,
Itself alone comes ONE TROMBONE.
Gliding, sliding, high notes go low;
ONE loại kèn hai ống, trombone is playing SOLO.

Next, a TRUMPET comes along,
And sings and stings its swinging song.
It joins TROMBONE, no thêm alone,
And ONE and TWO-O, they’re a DUO.

Fine FRENCH HORN, its valves all oiled,
Bright and brassy, loops all coiled,
Golden yellow; joins its fellows.
TWO, now THREE-O, what a TRIO!

Now, a mellow friend, the CELLO,
Neck extended, bows a “hello”;
End pin set upon the floor,
It makes up a QUARTET—that’s FOUR.

And soaring high and moving in,
With ZIN! ZIN! ZIN! a VIOLIN,...
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Did bạn ever hear of Mickey, how he heard a racket in the night

and shouted, “QUIET DOWN THERE!”


And fell through the dark, out of his clothes

Past the moon & his mama & papa sleeping tight



Into the light of the night kitchen?


Where the bakers who bake till the dawn so we can have cake in the morn mixed Mickey in batter, chanting:

“Milk in the batter! sữa in the batter! Stir it! Scrape it! Make it! Bake it!”


And they put that batter up to bake a delicious Mickey-cake.


But right in the middle of the steaming and the making and the smelling and the baking, Mickey poked through and said:...
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Once upon a time there were three fierce robbers. They went about hidden under large black capes and tall black hats.

The first had a blunderbuss.
The một giây had a pepper-blower.
And the third had a huge red axe.

In the dark of the night they walked the roads, searching for victims.

They terrified everyone. Women fainted. Công chúa tóc xù men ran. chó fled.

To stop carriages, the robbers blew pepper in the horses’ eyes.

With the axe, they smashed the carriage wheels.

And with the blunderbuss, they threatened the passengers and plundered them.

The robbers’ hide-out was a cave high up in the mountains. There...
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Out on the islands that poke their rocky shores above the waters of Penobscot Bay, bạn can watch the time of the world go by, from một phút to minute, giờ to hour, from ngày to day, season to season.
You can watch a đám mây peep over the Camden Hills, thirty miles away across the bay—see it slowly grow and grow as it comes nearer and nearer; see it darken the hills with its shadow; and then, see it darken, one after the other, Isleboro, Western Island, Pond Island, Hog Island, Spectacle Island, Two bụi cây, cây bụi, tổng thống bush Island—darken all the islands in between, until

you, on your island, are standing in the shadow,...
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Max was musical.
You name the instrument
and Max could play it.

trombone

bass

xylophone

flute

Max played bởi note and Max played bởi ear.
And Max practiced, practiced, practiced.

small harmonica

cymbals

synthesizer

“Max’s practicing is driving me crazy!” đã đưa ý kiến Max’s father. “I’m getting tone deaf.”
“Practice makes perfect,” đã đưa ý kiến Max’s mother. “Here, put on some ear muffs. It will muffle the sound.
“It doesn’t muffle enough,” đã đưa ý kiến Max’s father. “Oh, for a child without talent!”
“From your side, maybe. From my side, impossible,” đã đưa ý kiến Max’s mother.

But it wasn’t only Max’s...
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A told B
and B told C,
“I’ll meet bạn at the top
of the coconut tree.”

“Whee!” đã đưa ý kiến D
to E F G,
“I’ll beat bạn to the top
of the coconut tree.”
Chicka chicka boom boom!
Will there be enough room?
Here comes H
up the coconut tree,

and I and J
and tag-along K,
all on their way
up the coconut tree.
Chicka chicka boom boom!
Will there be enough room?
Look who’s coming!
L M N O P!

And Q R S!
And T U V!

Still more—W!
And X Y Z!
The whole alphabet
up the—Oh, no!

Chicka chicka…
BOOM! BOOM!

Skit skat skoodle doot.
Flip flop flee.
Everybody running to the coconut tree.
Mamas and papas
and uncles and aunts
hug...
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Burt Dow is an old deep-water man, retired of course, but retired hoặc not he still keeps two boats. One is a dory so old and so leaky that it can no longer be launched. Burt has painted it red and placed it on the little patch of lawn in front of his house, overlooking the bay.
He’s rigged it like one of the many ships he’s sailed to all the corners of all the seven seas. It’s filled plumb to the gun’ls with earth, and every summer Burt plants it with geraniums and Indian peas. The geraniums brighten up the deck, and the Indian peas climb the rigging and sway this-a-way, that-a-way, in...
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Every morning, Arthur and Doris and Tom walked to school together.
When they came to the wide river, they looked for Monty.

Monty was always asleep, snoring.
Kids: Wake up, Monty! This is a school day!
Monty: Huh? Again?
Doris: Yes. And we need a ride so our sách won’t get wet.
Monty: (yawning) Oooh..O.k. All aboard!

They climbed on Monty’s back, and he swam across the river.
Doris: Straight ahead, Monty!
Tom: Don’t wobble so much, Monty!
Arthur: Let’s see some speed, Monty!
When they got to the far side, Doris and Arthur and Tom went to school. Monty went back to sleep.

Every afternoon, he gave...
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In front of a small, well-hidden hole around in back of the Majestic Museum of Art there once stood a chuột named Norman.


Norman was a doorman, and he greeted all the art-loving creatures who came to see the treasures which were kept in the basement of the museum.
“Come right in!” Norman would say to his cousins the Petrinis. “We’re quite safe. I’ve sprung all the traps.”


Norman would explain every painting in detail and handle each masterpiece with as much care and respect as if he had painted it himself!

He would also take great pride in pointing out the artistic features of certain...
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Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.

“Fuzzy goes where I go,” đã đưa ý kiến Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” đã đưa ý kiến Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, giống nho, nho juice, Sô cô la milk.
Ice cream, đậu phụng, đậu phộng butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t bạn heard of the Blanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.

That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy...
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