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> The Very Hungry Caterpillar
>
> In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf.
> One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and-pop!-out of the egg
> came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar
> He started to look for some food.
> On Monday he ate through one apple.
> But he was still hungry.
> On Tuesday he ate through two pears,
> but he was still hungry.
> On Wednesday he ate through three plums,
> but he was still hungry.
> On Thursday he ate through four strawberries,
> but he was still hungry.
> On Friday he ate through five oranges,
> but he was still hungry.
> On Saturday he ate through
> one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese,
> one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage,
> one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon.
> That night he had a stomachache!
> The next day was Sunday again.
> The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf,
> and after that he felt much better.
> Now he wasn't hungry any more-and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more.
> He was a big, fat caterpillar.
> He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself.
> He stayed inside for more than two weeks.
> Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and...
> he was a beautiful butterfly
>
> Papa, please get the moon for me
> Before Monica went to bed, she looked out of her window and saw the moon. The moon looked so near.
> "I wish I could play with the moon." thought Monica, and reached for it.
> But no matter how much she stretched,
> she could not touch the moon.
> "Papa," said Monica to her father,
> "please get the moon for me."
> Papa got a long ladder.
> He carried the very long ladder toward
> a very high mountain.
> Then Papa put the very long ladder
> on top of the high mountain.
> Up and up and up he climbed.
> Finally, Papa got to the moon.
> "My daughter Monica would like to play with you."
> said Papa, "but you are much too big."
> "Every night I get a little smaller." said the moon.
> "When I am just the right size, you can take me with you."
> And indeed, the moon got smaller and smaller and smaller.
>
>
> When the moon was just the right size, Papa took it.
> Down and down and down he climbed.
> "Here," said Papa to Monica, "I have the moon for you."
> Monica jumped and danced with the moon.
> She hugged the moon and threw it into the air.
> But the moon kept getting smaller and smaller and smaller,
> and finally it disappeared altogether.
> Then, one night, Monica saw
> a thin silver of the moon reappear.
> Each night the moon grew...
> and grew
> and grew...
>
> The Very Quiet Cricket
>
> One warm day, from a tiny egg a little cricket was born.
> Welcome! chirped a big cricket, rubbing his wings together.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Good morning! whizzed a locust, spinning through the air.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Hello! whispered a praying mantis, scraping its huge legs together.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Good day! crunched a worm, munching its way out of an apple.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Hi! bubbled a spiilebug, slurping in a sea of froth.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Good afternoon! screeched a cicada, clinging to a branch of a tree.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> How are you! hummed a bumblebee, flying from flower to flower.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Good evening! whirred a dragonfly, gliding above the water.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Good night! buzzed the mosquitoes, dancing among the stars.
> The little cricket wanted to answer,
> so he rubbed his wings together.
> But nothing happened. Not a sound.
>
> Aluna moth sailed quietly through the night.
> And the cricket enjoyed the stillness.
>
> As the luna moth disappeared silently into the distance,
> the cricket saw another cricket.
>
> She, too, was a very quiet cricket.
> Then he rubbed his wings together
> one more time.
>
> And this time...
> ...he chirped the most beautiful sound that she had ever heard
>
>
> The Mixed-Up Chameleon
>
> On a shiny green leaf sat a small green chameleon.
> It moved onto a brown tree and turned brownish.
> Then it rested on a red flower and turned reddish.
>
> When the chameleon moved slowly across the yellow sand,
> it turned yellowish. You chuld hardly see it.
> When the chameleon was warm and had something to eat,
> it turned sparking green.
> But when it was cold and hungry, it turned grey and dull.
> When the chameleon was hungry, it sat still and waited.
> Only its eyes moved-up, down, sideways-until it spotted a fly.
> Then the chameleon's long and sticky tongue shot out and
> caught the fly.
> That was its life.
> It was not very exiting.
>
> But one day...the chameleon saw a zoo!
> It had never seen so many beautiful animals.
> The chameleon thought:
> How small I am, how slow, how weak!
>
> I wish I could be big and white like a polar bear.
> And the chameleon's wish came true.
> But was it happy? No!
>
> I wish I cluld be handsome like a flamingo.
> I wish I could be smart like a fox.
> I wish I could swim like a fish.
> I wish I could run like a deer.
> I wish I could see things far sway like a giraffe.
> I wish I could hide in a shell like a turtle.
> I wish I could be strong like an elephant.
> I wish I could be funny like a seal.
> I wish I could be like people.
>
> Just then a fly flew by. The chameleon was very hungry.
> But the chameleon was very mixed-up.
> It was a little of this and it was a little of that.
> And it couldn't catch the fly.
> I wish I could be myself.
> The chameleon's wish came true. And it caught the fly!
>




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