The Cat and the Nightingale Story The Cat and the Nightingale Story 1

The cat caught a nightingale. The nightingale said softly: "My dear nightingale, I heard that all the people praised your singing. Your singing voice can be compared with those of the best singers. My friend the old fox said that you were born with a golden voice, sweet Your singing voice is crisp and round, and everyone is fascinated by your singing. Those shepherd boys and shepherd girls are even more intoxicated."

"I have long wanted to appreciate you. Today I have an opportunity to sing. My friend, don’t tremble, don’t be afraid, don’t get me wrong. I have never wanted to harm you. As long as you sing loudly for me, I will let you go. Let you fly freely in the woods. I love music as much as you do, and I will sing a lullaby even when I sleep."

However, this poor nightingale is still there. He was too scared to say anything and kept shaking.

"What's the matter?" Mao Mao said, "My dear baby, sing quickly! Even a short song will do."

The frightened nightingale could only chirp. The whining screams are unable to show off the singing voice at all.

"Do you just use this weird singing voice to amaze all the animals in the forest?" The cat said sarcastically, "Why are the pure and clear singing voices that enchanted everyone missing? I'm disappointed that you made such a sound. You gave me the impression that you can't sing. I don't want to waste my precious saliva anymore. I think I can try it in my mouth. "

After the cat finished speaking, he couldn't wait to eat the poor nightingale. The Cat and the Nightingale Story 2

The cat caught a nightingale. The cat stretched out its paw, and with just a gentle squeeze the poor nightingale shrank into a ball. The cat whispered in the ear of the nightingale: "Nightingale, my dear little bird, I have long heard people everywhere praising your singing, saying that you are born with a good voice, sweet and moving, and everyone listens to it. I will be fascinated by your lovely songs. As for music, you must know that I often fall asleep singing lullabies! p>

Poor Nightingale was shaking so hard that he couldn't even breathe in the cat's paws. The cat patiently said softly: "Don't tremble, my friend, don't get me wrong! Do you think I want to eat you? There is no such thing. All I want is for you to sing me a song, so That’s it. I’m going to let you roam in the woods, flying from tree to tree! I’m waiting, come on, just sing a short song.”

But the nightingale couldn't sing, and he wailed in great panic.

The cat laughed sarcastically and said: "Are you popular in the whole forest with this weird sound? Excuse me, where are the pure and resonant tones that everyone is praising? Even if it's my own kitten, I can't stand such weird noises! I hope you can sing, but I'm obviously wrong. Let me try to see if it tastes better if you put it in my mouth." Our poor singer was eaten by the cat.

Great wisdom: A nightingale caught in a cat’s paw cannot sing. In the face of great fear, even if you have the ability, you will not be able to use it. The Cat and the Nightingale Story 3

The cat caught a nightingale. He grabbed the poor creature with his paws, hugged the nightingale affectionately and said: "Dear nightingale, my darling! I listen. People praise your singing everywhere, and you are on par with excellent singers. My good friend Fox told me that your singing is so loud and beautiful, and all the shepherd boys and shepherd girls are intoxicated after listening to your charming singing. Crazy. I really want to hear your singing. Don't tremble like this, my friend, don't be stubborn: I don't intend to eat you at all: if you sing something for me. Let you go free right now and let you roam in the bushes and forests. My love of music is no worse than yours, and I often meow and meow when I am asleep."

But at this time we are. The poor nightingale was so scared that she was dying in the cat's paws.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Maomao continued, "Sing quickly, my friend, you can sing a few lines."

But our singer can't sing, but only Squeak whined.

"Is this how you attract the whole forest?" the cat asked sarcastically. "Where did the crisp and clear sound that everyone keeps praising go? Even my kitten making this squeaking sound would make me bored. No, I see, you are not good at singing at all, and you have no idea what you sing. No tail. Let’s try to chew it in your teeth to see if it tastes good.”

So it ate the poor singer, leaving nothing behind.

Would you like to express my thoughts more clearly in your ears? A nightingale cannot sing a good song in a cat's paws.