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Early one morning, when grandfather
was still asleep, Peter opened the gate and went out to the big green meadow,
knowing very well that grandfather told him not to do that. But, as you
know, not all children are as obedient as you are, my friend . . . ("grin")
(click on Peter to hear "his" music) |
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On a branch of a big tree sat a little
bird, Peter's friend. "All is quiet, all is quiet!", chirpedthe bird gaily.
Yes, all was quiet, even the small pond in the meadow was undisturbed |
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Just then a duck came waddling round.
She was glad Peter hadn't closed the gate and decided to take a nice swim
in the deep pond in the meadow. Seeing the duck, the little bird flew down
upon the grass, settled next to her and shrugged his shoulders |
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"What kind of bird are you, if
you can't fly?", said he. To this the duck replied: "What kind of bird
are you, if you can't swim?" and dived into the pond. They argued and argued,
the duck swimming in the pond and the little bird hopping along the shawl |
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Suddenly something caught Peter's attention:
it was a cat crawling through the grass. The cat thought: "The bird is
busy arguing, I'll just grab him.". Stowfully, she crept towards him on
her velvet paws. "Look out!", shouted Peter and the bird immediately flew
up into the tree. While the duck quaked angrily at the cat from the middle
of the pond. The cat walked around the tree and thought: "Is it worth climbing
up so high? |
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By the time I get there, the bird would
have flown away...". Just then, grandfather came out. He was angry, because
Peter had gone into the meadow. "It's a dangerous place! If a wolf should
come out of the forest, then what would you do?". But Peter paid no attention
to his grandfather's words. Boys like Peter aren't afraid of wolves. But
grandfather took Peter by the hand, locked the gate and led him home, closing
the gate |
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What happened till
now
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No sooner Peter had gone, then a big, grey
wolf came out of the forest. In a twinkling, the cat climbed up into the
tree. The duck quaked and in her excitement jumped out of the pond. |
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But no matter how hard the duck tried
to run, she couldn't escape the wolf. He was getting nearer... nearer...
catching up with her... And then he got her and with one gulp swallowed
her! |
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And now this is how things stood:
The cat was sitting on one branch. The bird on another, not too close to
the cat. And the wolf walked round and round the tree, looking at them
with greedy eyes. |
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