加载中…原版英文绘本分享Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
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Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
很温馨而感人的画面，故事里小毛驴与爸爸，妈妈失散而又重聚的一幕，相信会深深打动读者。
很喜欢里面丰富而饱含感情的用词，值得用心慢慢咀嚼……
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Sylvester Duncan lived with his mother and father at Acorn Road in
Oatsdale. One of his hobbies was collecting pebbles of unusual
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On a rainy Saturday during vacation he found a quite extraordinary one. It was flaming red, shiny, and perfectly round, like a marble. As he was studying this remarkable pebble, he began to shiver, probably from excitement, and the rain felt cold on his back. “I wish it would stop raining,” he said.
To his great surprise the rain stopped. It didn’t stop gradually as rains usually do. It CEASED. The drops vanished on the way down, the clouds disappeared, everything was dry, and the sun was shining as if rain had never existed.
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In all his young life Sylvester had never had a wish gratified so quickly. It struck him that magic must be at work, and the guessed that the magic must be in the remarkable-looking red pebble. (Where indeed it was.) To make a test, he put the pebble on the ground and said, “I wish it would rain again.” Nothing happened. But when the said the same thing holding the pebble in his hoof, the sky turned black, there was lightning and a clap of thunder, and the rain came shooting down.
“What a lucky day this is!” thought Sylvester.”From now on I can have anything I want,. My father and mother can have anything they want. My relatives, my friends, and anybody at all can have everything anybody wants!”
He wished the sunshine back in the sky, and the wished a wart on his left hind fetlock would disappear, and it did, and he started home, eager to amaze his father and mother with his magic pebble. He could hardly wait to see their faces. Maybe they wouldn’t even believe him at first.
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As he was crossing Strawberry Hill, thinking of some of the many, many things he could wish for, he was startled to see a mean, hungry lion looking right at him from behind some tall grass. He was frightened. If he hadn’t been so frightened, he could have made the lion disappear, or he could have wished himself safe at home with his father and mother.
He could have wished the lion would turn into a butterfly or a daisy or a gnat. He could have wished many things, but he panicked and couldn’t think carefully.
“I wish I were a rock,” he said, and he became a rock.
The lion came bounding over, sniffed the rock a hundred times, walked around and around it, and went away confused, perplexed, puzzled, and bewildered. “I saw that little donkey as clear as day. Maybe I ‘m going crazy, ” he muttered.
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And there was Sylvester, a rock on Strawberry Hill, with the magic pebble lying right beside him on the ground, and he was unable to pick it up. “Oh, how I wish I were myself again,” he thought, but nothing happened. He had to be touching the pebble to make the magic work, but there was nothing he could do about it.
His thoughts began to race like mad. He was scared and worried. Being helpless, he felt hopeless. He imagined all the possibilities, and eventually he realized that his only chance of becoming himself again was for someone to find the red pebble and to wish that the rock next to it would be a donkey. Someone would surely find the red pebble – it was so bright and shiny – but what on earth would make them wish that a rock were a donkey? The chance was one in a billion at best.
Sylvester fell asleep. What else could he do? Night came with many starts
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Meanwhile, back at home, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan paced the floor, frantic with worry. Sylvester had never come home later than dinner time. Where could he be? They stayed up all night wondering what had happened, expecting that Sylvester would surely turn up by morning. But he didn’t, of course. Mrs. Duncan cried a lot and Mr. Duncan did his best to soothe her. Both longed to have their dear son with them.
“I will never scold Sylvester again as long as I live,” said Mrs. Duncan, “no matter what he does.”
At dawn, they went about inquiring of all the neighbors.
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They talked to all the children – the puppies, the kittens the colts, the piglets. No one had seen Sylvester since they day before yesterday.
They went to the police. The police could not find their child.
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All the dogs in Oastdale went searching for him. They sniffed
behind every rokc and tree and blade of grass, into every nook and
gully of the neighborhood and beyond, but found not a scent of him.
They sniffed the rock on Strawberry Hill, but it smelled like a
rock. It didn’t smell like Sylvester.
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After a month of searching the same places over and over again, and inquiring of the same animals over and over again, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan no long knew what to do. They concluded that something dreadful must have happened and that they would probably never see their son again. (Though all the time he was less than a mile away.)
They tried their best to be happy, to go about their usual ways. But their usual ways included Sylvester and they were always reminded of him. They were miserable. Life had no meaning for them any more.
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Night followed day and day followed night over and over agin. Sylvester on the hill woke up less and less often. When he was awake, he was only hopeless and unhappy.
He felt he would be a rock forever and he tried to get used to it. He went into an endless sleep. The days grew colder. Fall came with the leaves changing color. Then the leaves fell and the grass bent to the ground.
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Then it was winter. The winds blew, this way and that. It snowed. Mostly, the animals stayed indoors, living on the food they had stored up.
One day a wolf sat on the rock that was Sylvester and howled and howled because he was hungry.
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Then the snows melted. The earth warmed up in the spring sun and things budded.
Leaves were on the trees again. Flowers showed their young faces.
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One day in May, Mr. Duncan insisted that his wife go with him on a picnic. “Let’s cheer up,” he said. ”Let us try to live again and be happy even though Sylvester, our angel, is no longer with us.” They went to Strawberry Hill.
Mrs. Duncan sat down on the rock. The warmth of his own mother sitting on him woke Sylvester up from his deep winter sleep. How he wanted to shout, “Mother! Father! It is me, Sylvester, I’m right here!” But he couldn’t talk,. He had no voice. He was stone-dumb.
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Mr. Duncan walked aimlessly about while Mrs. Duncan set out the picnic food on the rock – alfalfa sandwiches, pickled oats, sassafras salad, timothy compote. Suddenly Mr. saw the red pebble. “What a fantastic pebble!” he exclaimed. He put the pebble on the rock.
They sat down to eat. Sylvester was now as wide awake as a donkey that was a rock could possibly be. Mrs. Duncan felt some mysterious excitement. “You know, Father,” she said suddenly, “I have the strangest feeling that our dear Sylvester is still alive and not far away.”
“I am, I am!” Sylvester wanted to shout, but he couldn’t. If only he had realized that the pebble resting on his back was the magic pebble!
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“Oh, how I wish he were here with us on this lovely May day,” said Mrs Duncan. Mr. Duncan looked sadly at the ground. “Don’t you wish too, Father?” she said. He looked at ther as if to say, “How can you ask such a question?”
Mr. and Mrs. Duncan looked at each other with great sorrow.
“I wish I were myself again, I wish I were my real self again!” though Sylvester.
And in less than an instant, he was!
You can imagine the scene that followed – the embraces, the kisses, the questions, the answers, the loving looks, and the fond exclamations!
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When they had eventually calmed down a bit, and had gotten home,
Mr. Duncan put the magic pebble in an iron safe. Some day they ight
want to use it, but really, for now, what more could they wish for?
They all ahd all that they wanted.
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