小学英语安徒生童话系列三TheSaucyBoy阅读素材2

theSaucyBoybyHansChristianAndersen（1835）ONCEuponatimetherewasanoldpoet，oneofthoserightgoodoldpoets.Oneevening，ashewassittingathome，therewasaterriblestormgoingonoutside；therainwaspouringdown，buttheoldpoetsatcomfortablyinhischimney-corner，wherethefirewasburningandtheappleswereroasting.“therewillnotbeadrythreadleftonthepoorpeoplewhoareoutinthisweather，”hesaid.“Oh，openthedoor！Iamsocoldandwetthrough，”calledalittlechildoutside.Itwascryingandknockingatthedoor，whilsttherainwaspouringdownandthewindwasrattlingallthewindows.“Poorcreature！”saidthepoet，andgotupandopenedthedoor.Beforehimstoodalittleboy；hewasnaked，andthewaterflowedfromhislongfairlocks.Hewasshiveringwithcold；ifhehadnotbeenletin，hewouldcertainlyhaveperishedinthestorm.“Poorlittlething！”saidthepoet，andtookhimbythehand. “Cometome；Iwillsoonwarmyou.Youshallhavesomewineandanapple，foryouaresuchaprettyboy.”Andhewas，too.Hiseyessparkledliketwobrightstars，andalthoughthewaterfloweddownfromhisfairlocks，theystillcurledquitebeautifully.Helookedlikealittleangel，butwaspalewithcold，andtremblingallover.Inhishandheheldasplendidbow，butithadbeenentirelyspoiltbytherain，andthecoloursoftheprettyarrowshadrunintooneanotherbygettingwet.theoldmansatdownbythefire，andtakingthelittleboyonhisknee，wrungthewateroutofhislocksandwarmedhishandsinhisown.Hethenmadehimsomehotspicedwine，whichquicklyrevivedhim；sothatwithreddeningcheeks，hesprangupontheflooranddancedaroundtheoldman.“Youareamerryboy，”saidthelatter. “Whatisyourname？”“MynameisCupid，”heanswered. “Dontyouknowme？thereliesmybow.Ishootwiththat，youknow.Look，theweatherisgettingfineagainthemoonisshining.”“Butyourbowisspoilt，”saidtheoldpoet.“Thatwouldbeunfortunate，”saidthelittleboy，takingitupandlookingatit. “Oh，itsquitedryandisntdamagedatall.Thestringisquitetight；Illtryit.”So，drawingitback，hetookanarrow，aimed，andshotthegoodoldpoetrightintheheart. “Doyouseenowthatmybowwasnotspoilt？”hesaid，and，loudlylaughing，ranaway.Whatanaughtyboytoshoottheoldpoetlikethat，whohadtakenhimintohiswarmroom，hadbeensogoodtohim，andhadgivenhimthenicestwineandthebestapple！thegoodoldmanlayuponthefloorcrying；hewasreallyshotintheheart. “Oh！”hecried， “whatanaughtyboythisCupidis！Ishalltellallthegoodchildrenaboutthis，sothattheytakecarenevertoplaywithhim，lesthehurtthem.”Andallgoodchildren，bothgirlsandboys，whomhetoldaboutthis，wereontheirguardagainstwickedCupid；buthedeceivesthemallthesame，forheisverydeep.Whenthestudentscomeoutofclass，hewalksbesidethemwithabookunderhisarm，andwearingablackcoat.Theycannotrecognizehim.Andthen，iftheytakehimbythearm，believinghimtobeastudenttoo，hesticksanarrowintotheirchest.Andwhenthegirlsgotochurchtobeconfirmed，heisamongstthemtoo.Infact，heisalwaysafterpeople.Hesitsinthelargechandelierinthetheatreandblazesaway，sothatpeoplethinkitisalamp；buttheysoonfindouttheirmistake.Hewalksaboutinthecastlegardenandonthepromenades.Yes，onceheshotyourfatherandyourmotherinthehearttoo.Justaskthem，andyouwillhearwhattheysay.Oh！heisabadboy，thisCupid，andyoumustneverhaveanythingtodowithhim，forheisaftereveryone.Justth