The fable of the lion and the mosquito, let the baby read some excellent stories from childhood to stimulate the child's imagination and let the child learn to distinguish right from wrong. What fairy tales can children read? The following is a fable about lions and mosquitoes that I compiled for your reference.
The fable of the lion and the mosquito 1 How the lion was severely punished by the mosquito for his arrogance. I heard about it from other sources. Lions despise mosquitoes, and mosquitoes hate lions. It can't stand the insult, and the mosquito is determined to fight the lion to the death. So he disguised himself as a soldier, played the trumpet and buzzed at the top of his lungs, challenging the lion to a decisive battle.
The lion laughed, but our mosquito was not joking. Sometimes it barks at the lion's ear from behind, in front of his eyes, and sometimes it barks at the lion's ear. It looked at the place, seized the opportunity, and jumped on the lion like an eagle. Put the whole stinger in the lion's ass, and the lion trembled all over and swept the trumpeter with his tail.
Our mosquitoes are flexible and fearless, biting the lion's forehead and sucking the lion's blood. The lion shook his head and shook his mane; However, our hero ignores this point. One minute he got into the lion's nose, and the other minute he bit its ear.
The lion flew into a rage and gave a terrible roar. In his rage, his teeth rattled and his claws scratched on the ground. The roar of terror made the surrounding forest tremble, and terror surrounded all the wild animals. Everyone hides and runs: they rush to escape, just like a flood or a fire!
who is it? It's mosquitoes that make everyone so scared! The lion ran around, turned over and exhausted his strength. It plopped to the ground, begging for peace.
The mosquito retaliated enough and promised the peace of the lion. It suddenly changed from Achilles to Homer, flew into the forest and declared its victory.
The fable of the lion and the mosquito 2 the fable of the duck superstar
Artu likes singing since he was a child, and his songs are everywhere outside the village. Everyone in the village said that only by listening to Artu sing every day can we feel that life is happy. However, what I like best is a flock of ducks in the village.
This is a village famous for producing ducks, and every family is a professional duck farmer. Artu drives a flock of ducks to the seaside for food and swimming every day. Whenever I see ducks croaking in the river, Artu will sing happily, and then the ducks will be happier. They flapped their wings and accompanied Artu in unison.
One day, Artu got news from the newspaper that a large-scale national singing competition was about to be held. No matter where you come from, no matter what age, as long as you like singing, you can sign up for the competition! Artu is very happy. He has long hoped that his singing can rush out of the countryside and go to the world. The villagers also support Artu because Artu is the best singer in the village. So Artu prepared a folk song and practiced his voice day and night.
The day of the game soon arrived, and Artu went to the city with the expectation of the whole village. The game was held on TV. There are thousands of contestants, men, women and children. The competition was going on in an orderly way, and the host finally read the number of Artu: "Please welcome contestant 1004, Artu!"
Wearing clothes that the whole village pooled their money to buy, Artu nervously stepped onto the stage.
"Hello, Sir. Do you like singing? " The host asked a routine.
"I like it. I am a big singer in the village. " Artu simply replied, "Everyone in my village likes my songs."
"That's great. Let's enjoy Mr. Artu's entry-black soil high slope. " The host led the applause.
The preliminaries are all cappella. Under the eyes of the public, Artu brewed emotions and began to sing aloud.
"My family lives on the high slope of black soil ..." The loud singing echoed in the recording studio.
"poof!" A judge's laughter spread throughout the audience through the microphone.
In a blink of an eye, the venue turned into an ocean of laughter. Atul, who devoted himself wholeheartedly, realized that the atmosphere was wrong after singing. He saw many people laughing and crying. Artu's face turned red.
"Mr. Artoo," one of the judges asked, wiping away tears, "you said you were a great singer in your village?"
"Yes!" Artu said, "Especially the ducks in my village, they sing along with me when I sing."
People laughed more happily, even the host bent over with laughter.
"Mr. Artu's voice is really popular with ducks." Another judge put his smiling dentures back in his mouth and said firmly, "It's a pity that we don't choose Donald Duck's voice actor here ..."
As expected, Atu lost the election. With unprecedented frustration, Artu returned to the village. Since then, Artu's singing has never been heard in the village. He just mechanically repeats the process of taking care of ducks every day. A month later, Artu found that the number of eggs laid by ducks at home decreased a lot, the hair lost its luster and the head became smaller. Artu doesn't care. He thought it might be because he was in a bad mood and forgot to take care of the ducks.
One night, Artu was sleeping when he heard someone knocking at the door. Artu opened the door curiously. Who can it be so late? Ah! Artu froze. Standing in the moonlight is a duck he keeps!
"Hello, Artu." The duck spoke. Artu couldn't believe his ears. He took a step back.
"Please don't panic." The duck flapped its wings clumsily. "I didn't mean to scare you ..."
"You can talk?" Artu thought he was dreaming.
"Well, we deal with you humans all day, even stupid ducks can talk." The duck said, "But if you find out, it will definitely cause human panic, so we all pretend not to say ..."
"How do you speak now?" O soil slowly restored calm.
The duck said worriedly, "The ducks in the village are not in good spirits recently ..."
"I don't take care of you enough." Artu said.
"No," the duck quickly denied, "the real reason is that we all miss your songs. In our hearts, you are a big singer! " Ducks are as excited as anthomaniac fans.
"Are you insulting me?" Artu's face changed and he remembered the opinions of the judges during the audition.
"No ...no." The duck kept shaking its head. "But we really grew up listening to your songs. I can feel the enthusiasm of life every time I hear it! "
Artoo was silent.
"People want to hear you sing, so they sent me as a representative ..." Duck said earnestly.
O soil or silent. The duck had to bow to Artu and left sadly. The duck didn't go far when she heard footsteps behind her. She looked back, it was Atul. He gulped down water as he walked.
"Do you want to listen to the concert under the moon?" O soil asked with a smile.
The duck is very happy: "I woke everyone up!" " "
On this hazy moonlit night, the ducks in the village gathered by the river, and there was a piece of high-spirited soil among them. With the swaying waves, he sang loudly, singing as noisy as a duck. Artu's singing woke up many people with a smile on his face.
Since then, the village can hear Artu's hearty singing every day. People say that after listening to Artu's songs, ducks not only doubled their egg production, but also grew fat and strong. Later, many foreigners also brought their ducks to listen to Artu's songs.
As an advanced duck breeder, Artu was reported by TV station. One of the reporters who came to interview Atu saw the audition scene of Atu.
He asked Artu, "Do you still want to compete in the city and become a big singer?"
"I don't want to." Artu replied without hesitation: "I am a big singer now."
Behind him, countless fans of ducks are "croaking" and supporting their idols.