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The Wicked Wolverine
Once upon a time...
One day a wolverine was out walking on the hill-side, when, on turning a corner, he suddenly saw a large rock.
'Was that you I heard walking about just now?' he asked, for wolverines are cautious animals, and always like to know the reasons of things.
'No, certainly not,' answered the rock; 'I don't know how to walk.'
'But I saw you walking,' continued the wolverine.
'I am afraid that you were not taught to speak the truth,' retorted the rock.
'You need not speak like that, for I have seen you walking,' replied the wolverine, 'though I am quite sure that you could never catch me!' and he ran a little distance and then stopped to see if the rock was pursuing him; but, to his vexation, the rock was still in the same place. Then the wolverine went up close, and struck the rock a blow with his paw, saying: 'Well, will you catch me now?'
'I can't walk, but I can roll,' answered the rock.
And the wolverine laughed and said: 'Oh, that will do just as well'; and began to run down the side of the mountain.
At first he went quite slowly, 'just to give the rock a chance,' he thought to himself; but soon he quickened his pace, for he found that the rock was almost at his heels. But the faster the wolverine ran, the faster the rock rolled, and by-and-by the little creature began to get very tired, and was sorry he had not left the rock to itself. Thinking that if he could manage to put on a spurt he would reach the forest of great trees at the bottom of the mountain, where the rock could not come, he gathered up all his strength, and instead of running he leaped over sticks and stones, but, whatever he did, the rock was always close behind him. At length he grew so weary that he could not even see where he was going, and catching his foot in a branch he tripped and fell. The rock stopped at once, but there came a shriek from the wolverine:
'Get off, get off! can't you see that you are on my legs?'
'Why did you not leave me alone?' asked the rock. 'I did not want to move--I hate moving. But you would have it, and I certainly sha'n't move now till I am forced to.'
'I will call my brothers,' answered the wolverine. 'There are many of them in the forest, and you will soon see that they are stronger than you.' And he called, and called, and called, till wolves and foxes and all sorts of other creatures all came running to see what was the matter.
'How did you get under that rock?' asked they, making a ring round him; but they had to repeat their question several times before the wolverine would answer, for he, like many other persons, found it hard to confess that he had brought his troubles on himself.
'Well, I was dull, and wanted someone to play with me,' he said at last, in sulky voice, 'and I challenged the rock to catch me. Of course I thought I could run the fastest; but I tripped, and it rolled on me. It was just an accident.'
'It serves you right for being so silly,' said they; but they pushed and hauled at the rock for a long time without making it move an inch.
'You are no good at all,' cried the wolverine crossly, for it was suffering great pain, 'and if you cannot get me free, I shall see what my friends the lightning and thunder can do.' And he called loudly to the lightning to come and help him as quickly as possible.
In a few minutes a dark cloud came rolling up the sky, giving out such terrific claps of thunder that the wolves and the foxes and all the other creatures ran helter-skelter in all directions. But, frightened though they were, they did not forget to beg the lightning to take off the wolverine's coat and to free his legs, but to be careful not to hurt him. So the lightning disappeared into the cloud for a moment to gather up fresh strength, and then came rushing down, right upon the rock, which it sent flying in all directions, and took the wolverine's coat so neatly that, though it was torn into tiny shreds, the wolverine himself was quite unharmed.
'That was rather clumsy of you,' said he, standing up naked in his flesh. 'Surely you could have split the rock without tearing my coat to bits!' And he stooped down to pick up the pieces. It took him a long time, for there were a great many of them, but at last he had them all in his hand.
'I'll go to my sister the frog,' he thought to himself, 'and she will sew them together for me'; and he set off at once for the swamp in which his sister lived.
'Will you sew my coat together? I had an unlucky accident, and it is quite impossible to wear,' he said, when he found her.
'With pleasure,' she answered, for she had always been taught to be polite; and getting her needle and thread she began to fit the pieces. But though she was very good-natured, she was not very clever, and she got some of the bits wrong. When the wolverine, who was very particular about his clothes, came to put it on, he grew very angry.
'What a useless creature you are!' cried he. 'Do you expect me to go about in such a coat as that? Why it bulges all down the back, as if I had a hump, and it is so tight across the chest that I expect it to burst every time I breathe. I knew you were stupid, but I did not think you were as stupid as that.' And giving the poor frog a blow on her head, which knocked her straight into the water, he walked off in a rage to his younger sister the mouse.
'I tore my coat this morning,' he began, when he had found her sitting at the door of her house eating an apple. 'It was all in little bits, and I took it to our sister the frog to ask her to sew it for me. But just look at the way she has done it! You will have to take it to pieces and fit them together properly, and I hope I shall not have to complain again.' For as the wolverine was older than the mouse, he was accustomed to speak to her in this manner. However, the mouse was used to it and only answered: 'I think you had better stay here till it is done, and if there is any alteration needed I can make it.' So the wolverine sat down on a heap of dry ferns, and picking up the apple, he finished it without even asking the mouse's leave.
At last the coat was ready, and the wolverine put it on.
'Yes, it fits very well,' said he, 'and you have sewn it very neatly. When I pass this way again I will bring you a handful of corn, as a reward'; and he ran off as smart as ever, leaving the mouse quite grateful behind him.
He wandered about for many days, till he reached a place where food was very scarce, and for a whole week he went without any. He was growing desperate, when he suddenly came upon a bear that was lying asleep. 'Ah! here is food at last!' thought he; but how was he to kill the bear, who was so much bigger than himself? It was no use to try force, he must invent some cunning plan which would get her into his power. At last, after thinking hard, he decided upon something, and going up to the bear, he exclaimed: 'Is that you, my sister?'
The bear turned round and saw the wolverine, and murmuring to herself, so low that nobody could hear, 'I never heard before that I had a brother,' got up and ran quickly to a tree, up which she climbed. Now the wolverine was very angry when he saw his dinner vanishing in front of him, especially as he could not climb trees like the bear, so he followed, and stood at the foot of the tree, shrieking as loud as he could, 'Come down, sister; our father has sent me to look for you! You were lost when you were a little girl and went out picking berries, and it was only the other day that we heard from a beaver where you were.' At these words, the bear came a little way down the tree, and the wolverine, seeing this, went on:
'Are you not fond of berries? I am! And I know a place where they grow so thick the ground is quite hidden. Why, look for yourself! That hillside is quite red with them!'
'I can't see so far,' answered the bear, now climbing down altogether. 'You must have wonderfully good eyes! I wish I had; but my sight is very short.'
'So was mine till my father smashed a pailful of cranberries, and rubbed my eyes with them,' replied the wolverine. 'But if you like to go and gather some of the berries I will do just as he did, and you will soon be able to see as far as me.'
It took the bear a long while to gather the berries, for she was slow about everything, and, besides, it made her back ache to stoop. But at last she returned with a sackful, and put them down beside the wolverine. 'That is splendid, sister!' cried the wolverine. 'Now lie flat on the ground with your head on this stone, while I smash them.'
The bear, who was very tired, was only too glad to do as she was bid, and stretched herself comfortably on the grass.
'I am ready now,' said the wolverine after a bit; 'just at first you will find that the berries make your eyes smart, but you must be careful not to move, or the juice will run out, and then it will have to be done all over again.'
So the bear promised to lie very still; but the moment the cranberries touched her eyes she sprang up with a roar.
'Oh, you mustn't mind a little pain,' said the wolverine, 'it will soon be over, and then you will see all sorts of things you have never dreamt of.' The bear sank down with a groan, and as her eyes were full of cranberry juice, which completely blinded her, the wolverine took up a sharp knife and stabbed her to the heart.
Then he took off the skin, and, stealing some fire from a tent, which his sharp eyes had perceived hidden behind a rock, he set about roasting the bear bit by bit. He thought the meat was the best he ever had tasted, and when dinner was done he made up his mind to try that same trick again, if ever he was hungry.
And very likely he did!
恶人狼獾
曾几何时...
一天,沃尔弗林是外出散步的山边,当时就转弯,他突然看见一个大岩石.
'是你我听到步行约刚才? '他问道,为wolverines很谨慎的动物,总是想知道事情的原因.
'没有,当然没有,回答了岩石; '我不知道如何走.
'但我看见你走,继续沃尔弗林.
'我恐怕你没有教讲真话, '反驳的岩石.
'你没有必要这样讲,我已经看到你走路,回答沃尔弗林,但我确信,你永远无法赶上我!他跑一点距离,然后停下来看看岩石追求他,但他的烦恼,岩石仍然在同一个地方.然后沃尔弗林上升密切,并击中了岩石的打击他的爪子,他说： '好,你会赶上我现在? '
'我不能走路,但我可以推出,回答了岩石.
和沃尔弗林笑着说： '噢,这将不一样好' ; ,并开始运行了一侧的山区.
起初他很慢,只给摇滚一个机会,他心想;但很快,他加快了脚步,他发现,岩石几乎是在他的高跟鞋.但是,更快的沃尔弗林跑越快推出的岩石,并与由小生物开始变得非常疲惫,很遗憾他没有离开岩石本身.思维,如果他能够把管理的高潮,他将实现伟大的森林树木底部的山区,那里的岩石不能来,他收集了他所有的力量,而不是运行,他一跃超过棍棒和石头,但是,不管他,岩石始终密切挡在身后.在他长大长度疲惫,他甚至不能看到他正和他的徒步追赶中的一个分支,他绊倒和下跌.岩石立即停止,但此前尖叫从沃尔弗林：
'下车,下车!你不能看到,你是我的腿? '
'你为什么不能离开我吗? '问岩石. '我没有

我很喜欢这个故事。。它具有很深的寓意。。有时候一个人的看法总是决定着事情的结果
The House of 1000 Mirrors
千镜之屋
Long ago in a small, faraway village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little...

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我很喜欢这个故事。。它具有很深的寓意。。有时候一个人的看法总是决定着事情的结果
The House of 1000 Mirrors
千镜之屋
Long ago in a small, faraway village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he hounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and firendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

很久以前的一个很远的小村庄里，有一个以"千镜屋"而著名的地方。一个乐观的小狗听说了这个地方并决定去参观。当来到这个地方，他蹦蹦跳欢恰快的上了台阶，来到房门口，他高高竖起耳朵，欢快地摇着尾巴，从门口往里张望，他惊奇地看到有1000只欢乐的小狗像他一样快的摇尾巴。他灿烂地微笑着，回报他的是1000张热情，友好的灿烂笑脸。离开时他心想："这是一个精彩的地主，我一定要经常来参观。"
在这个村里还有另一只想参观"千镜屋"的小狗，他不及第一只小狗乐观，他慢吞吞地爬上台阶，然后耷拉着脑袋往屋子里看。一看到有1000只小狗不友好地盯着他，他便开始冲他们狂吠，镜中的1000只小狗也冲着他狂吠，把他给吓坏了，他在离开时心想："这是一个恐怖的地方，我再也不会来了。"
世界上所有的脸都是镜子，在你所遇见的人的脸上你看到反射出来的是什么

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Long ago and far away there lived a King. He was very proud of his eleven sons and one daughter. All of his children were good, kind and wise, even young Eliza who was still only a baby.
The Qu...

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Long ago and far away there lived a King. He was very proud of his eleven sons and one daughter. All of his children were good, kind and wise, even young Eliza who was still only a baby.
The Queen had sadly died and after a while, feeling that his children needed a mother, the King married again.
His new Queen was very jealous of the eleven princes and Eliza, and life for them soon changed. Eliza was sent to the country to be brought up on a farm.
The Queen turned the King from his sons, by telling lies to him about them. Soon the King cared nothing for his sons. The Queen was delighted.
"Go, you big ugly birds," she cried to them one day, casting a spell on them. But the worst she could do was to turn them into swans with golden crowns on their heads. Away they flew.
They flew over the cottage where Eliza lived, but no-one saw them.
Eliza lived happily at the farm, but she missed her brothers. When she was fifteen, she returned to the palace.
The Queen was furious at how pretty Eliza had become, and would dearly have liked to turn her into a swan like her brothers.
Instead she bathed Eliza and put three toads in to change her looks. The toads were instantly turned to poppies by Eliza's innocence and goodness.
The Queen then used walnut juice to darken Eliza's skin, and matted her hair with fat.
"This will make the King reject you," said the Queen, and the King did turn from Eliza. He did not know that this messy girl brought before him was his daughter.
Eliza was very upset and decided to run away to look for her brothers. She went over the fields and through the forests. She came at last to a stream and saw her own reflection.
"No wonder my father did not know me," she said, and she jumped in to wash herself. Moments later the real Eliza emerged, with clean golden hair and fair skin.
For many days she walked, looking for her brothers. One day she met an old woman. She had a basket of fruit and shared some with Eliza.
"Have you seen eleven princes riding through the forest?" asked Eliza.
"I haven't, my dear," said the old woman. " But yesterday I did see eleven swans riding down the stream. Each had a golden crown on his head." She showed Eliza the river.
Eliza followed the river to the shore, and stood watching the waves. As the sun set, the swans turned into eleven princes with golden crowns on their heads.
"My brothers!" cried Eliza, and she ran to greet them. They were delighted to see their younger sister, now grown into a lovely girl. They soon realised that it was because of the wicked Queen that they were rejected.
"We are swans during the day," said the eldest. "But when the sun goes down, we regain our human form. We therefore have to be over land when the sun sets or we will be doomed."
"We will take you with us when we leave tomorrow," said the youngest. "Tonight we must weave a net to carry you."
All night the brothers and sister wove a net. In the morning as Eliza slept, eleven swans flew up into the air, carrying the net. The youngest shaded Eliza's face from the sun with his wing.
On the other side of the sea was a beautiful land. The brothers flew hard to reach it in daylight.
"Here is your new home," they said as they landed.
Eliza had a dream that night. A fairy came to her and said, "There is a way to save your brothers, but it means hardship and pain for you. There are stinging nettles around the cave. Gather them, although they will sting, and trample them with your feet. With the flax, weave and make up eleven mail shirts for your brothers. But you must never speak, from the moment you start until you finish, even if it takes years, or your brothers will die."
Eliza awoke with a nettle stinging her hand.
Her brothers had already left as it was broad daylight, so Eliza began her work. When they returned and saw her poor blistered hands, and she would not say a word, they realised that she was working for them. Two more days and the first shirt was finished. A day later, she was at her work, when the royal huntsmen came to the forest. She ran to her cave in fright, but the dogs followed her. The King was amongst the huntsmen and fell in love with Eliza when he saw her.
"I'll take you to the palace, where you may make your home," he told Eliza.
Eliza was beautifully dressed, and the King chose to make her his Queen, but she would not smile or say a word.
"My present to you," he said, taking her to a small chamber, "is a room like your cave, with all your familiar things around you."
There Eliza saw the prepared nettles and the completed shirt and she was happy.
Night after night the young Queen crept away from the King to continue her work.
Soon seven shirts were completed, but she had no more flax. Eliza knew that the nearest nettles grew in the graveyard.
At the dead of night, while all were asleep, she crept out to the graveyard. On a gravestone sat seven witches, counting the dead. Eliza walked straight past, with a shudder.
The Archbishop was the only one to have seen Eliza leave, and he had followed her. He did not trust her, and thought she had bewitched the King.
"The Queen is a witch," the Archbishop told the King. "I have proof."
The King did not want to believe it, but he watched when Eliza went out at night. Night after night, she continued her weaving in the small room. Then one night, with one shirt to go, Eliza ran out of flax and nettles. She would have to visit the graveyard again. This time the King followed. He saw the witches on the gravestone and believed Eliza to be one of them.
"The people must judge her," said the King sadly. And the people judged that she was a witch and should be burned at the stake.
Eliza was thrown into prison. Her pillows and sheets were the nettle shirts. She could not have wished for better blankets, and she continued her work.
Eleven princes arrived that night at the palace gate, demanding to see the king.
"It's too late to disturb the King," said the guards. Eleven swans flew off as dawn broke.
Eliza was carried to the stake in a cart, still sewing and weaving the eleventh shirt. The others lay at her feet.
"Look at the witch!" cried the mob. "She still sews! She's casting spells Take it from her!"
The people were about to tear the shirts from her when eleven swans appeared, golden crowns on their heads, flapping their wings and forcing the people back.
The executioner went to tie Eliza to the sake, but Eliza quickly threw the shirts over her brothers, and they became princes again. Sadly the youngest still had a wing instead of an arm, as Eliza had not quite finished the shirt.
"Now I may speak!" cried Eliza, turning to the King.
The whole story was told to the King