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.”
“We will see about that,” said the sun. “I will let you try first.”
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.
“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.
in a village there once lived two men who had the same name. they were both called claus. one of them had four horses, but the other had only one; so to distinguish them, people called the owner of the four horses, “great claus,” and he who had only one, “little claus.” now we shall hear what happened to them, for this is a true story.
through the whole week, little claus was obliged to plough for great claus, and lend him his one horse; and once a week, on a sunday, great claus lent him all his four horses. then how little claus would smack his whip over all five horses, they were as good as his own on that one day. the sun shone brightly, and the church bells were ringing merrily as the people passed by, dressed in their best clothes, with their prayer-books under their arms. they were going to hear the clergyman preach. they looked at little claus ploughing with his five horses, and he was so proud that he smacked his whip, and said, “gee-up, my five horses.”
“you must not say that,” said big claus; “for only one of them belongs to you.” but little claus soon forgot what he ought to say, and when any one passed he would call out, “gee-up, my five horses!”
“now i must beg you not to say that again,” said big claus; “for if you do, i shall hit your horse on the head, so that he will drop dead on the spot, and there will be an end of him.”
“i promise you i will not say it any more,” said the other; but as soon as people came by, nodding to him, and wishing him “good day,” he became so pleased, and thought how grand it looked to have five horses ploughing in his field, that he cried out again, “gee-up, all my horses!”
In the forest， there is a bear and his mother.
One day， mother bear said to the bear， "son， you have grown up. You should go to the city to see what the house looks like in the city."
On the second day， the bear got up early and set off after breakfast.
When bear walked along the road， he raised his head high. "Oh！ No， no！ " The bear could not help crying. Originally， cubs found that the houses in the city were too many， colorful， and shapes were various.
"Why， where is the white cross on the roof？" Walking along， the bear came to the door of a black house. The sika deer hung a camera on its chest and warmly invited the bear to take a picture. Little bear was afraid to run and run， and muttered in his mouth： "the dark house is so scared."
The little bear is tired and wants to rest. He saw a green house in front of him. He thought， "this is probably the park. Ill go in and sit down for a while." As soon as the bear came into the door， he saw that the elephant in green clothes was busy receiving customers. He would knock on the postmark， hit the computer for a while， and write later.
The bear grasped the hair strangely. "Where have I been？"
Little boy， can you tell the bear where it has been in the city and where it has been？
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