1. 求一篇200字左右的英语小说，要原创的。
附中文译文~ -3-
One day when Jack was walking in the park, he saw a woman he knew sitting on a chair with a dog beside her. The dog was looking up at the woman. Jack went up to the woman and said, "Hello, Sue, how are you? May I sit and talk with you for a while?"
"Of course, please sit down." Sue said. Jack sat down next to Sue on the chair, and they talked quietly together. The dog still looked up at Sue, as if waiting for something to eat.
"That's a nice dog," Jack said, looking at the animal.
"Yes, he's nice and he's strong and healthy."
"And hungry," Jack said. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you. He thinks you've got some food for him."
"That's true," Sue said, "but I haven't."
The two friends laughed and then Jack said, "Does your dog bite (bite-bit-bitten v. 咬)?"
"No," Sue said. "He's never bitten anyone."
Hearing this, Jack decided to touch the dog. He put out his hand and touched the animal's head. At once it jumped up and bit him.
"Hey!" Jack shouted. "You said he didn't bite."
"No, he doesn't," Sue answered. "You asked me if my dog bit, and I said no. That's not my dog. My dog is at home."
有一天杰克在公园里走着，看到一位他认识的妇女坐在椅子上，旁边还有一条狗。那条狗抬头看着妇女。杰克向她走去，说“你好，Sue，最近怎么样？我可以坐下来跟你聊一会吗？”
“当然可以，请坐！”妇女说道。杰克坐在Sue身旁，轻声聊着。那条狗仍然看着Sue，好像在等吃的东西。
杰克看着那动物，说道：“真是条漂亮的狗！”
“是的，很漂亮，很强壮，很健康！”
“还很饿”，杰克说“它的眼睛还没从你身上移开过，还以为你有吃的东西呢！”
“是的，”Sue说道：“不过我没有吃的。”
这两个朋友笑了，杰克问道，“你的狗咬人吗？”
“不会,”Sue回答:“从未咬过任何人！”
听到这，杰克决定摸一下那狗。他伸出手，摸了一下那狗的头，那条狗立刻扑了上来咬他。
“喂”，杰克喊道“你说他不咬人的呀！”
“对啊，不咬人啊！”Sue说道“你问我我的狗是否咬人，我说不咬人的，可是这条狗不是我的狗啊，我的狗在家里！”
2. 谁能给我一篇英文的中篇小说 要自己写的 网上找不到的
http://www.oklink.net/book/s14/1237.htm
http://www.52en.com/sw/xs.html
这有：
It was in June of 1935that I came home from my ranch in South America
for a stay of about six months.It had been a difficult time for us out
there.Like everyone else，we had suffered from world depression.I had
various affairs to see to in England that I felt could only be successful if
a personal touch was introced.My wife remained to manage the ranch.
I need hardly say that one of my first actions on reaching England was
to look up my old friend，Hercule Poirot.
I found him installed in one of the newest type of service flats in
London.I accused him (and he admitted the fact)of having chosen this
particular building entirely on account of its strictly geometrical
appearance and proportions.
"But yes，my friend，it is of a most pleasing symmetry，do you not find
it so?"
I said that I thought there could be too much squareness and，alluding
to an old joke，I asked if in this super-modern hostelry they managed to
ince hens to lay square eggs.
Poirot laughed heartily.
"Ah，you remember that?Alas!No-science has not yet inced the hens to
conform to modern tastes，they still lay eggs of different sizes and
colours!"
I examined my old friend with an affectionate eye.
He was looking wonderfully well-hardly a day older than when I had last
seen him.
"You're looking in fine fettle，Poirot，"I said."You've hardly aged at
all.In fact，if it were possible，I should say that you had fewer grey hairs
than when I saw you last."
Poirot beamed on me.
"And why is that not possible?It is quite true."
"Do you mean your hair is turning from grey to black instead of from
black to grey?"
"Precisely."
"But surely that's a scientific impossibility!"
"Not at all."
"But that's very extraordinary.It seems against nature."
"As usual，Hastings，you have the beautiful and unsuspicious mind.Years
do not change that in you!You perceive a fact and mention the solution of it
in the same breath without noticing that you are doing so!"
I stared at him，puzzled.
Without a word he walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle in
his hand which he handed to me.
I took it，for the moment uncomprehending.
It bore the words:
Revivit-To bring back the natural tone of the hair.
Revivit is not a dye.In five shades，Ash，Chestnut，Titian，Brown，Black.
"Poirot，"I cried."You have dyed your hair!"
"Ah，the comprehension comes to you!"
"So that's why your hair looks so much blacker that it did last time I
was back."
"Exactly."
"Dear me，"I said，recovering from the shock."I suppose next time I come
home I shall find you wearing false moustaches-or are you doing so now?"
Poirot winced.His moustaches had always been his sensitive point.He was
inordinately proud of them.My words touched him on the raw.
"No，no，indeed，mon ami.That day，I pray the good God，is still far
off.The false moustache!Quel horreur!"
He tugged at them vigorously to assure me of their genuine character.
"Well，they are very luxuriant still，"I said.
"N'est ce pas?Never，in the whole of London，have I seen a pair of
moustaches to equal mine."
A good job too，I thought privately.But I would not for the world have
hurt Poirot's feelings by saying so.
Instead I asked if he still practised his profession on occasion.
"I know，"I said，"that you actually retired years ago-""C'est vrai.To
grow the vegetable marrows!And immediately a murder occurs-and I send the
vegetable marrows to promenade themselves to the devil.And since then-I know
very well what you will say-I am like the prima donna who makes positively
the farewell performance!That farewell performance，it repeats itself an
indefinite number of times!"
I laughed.
"In truth，it has been very like that.Each time I say:this is the
end.But no，something else arises!And I will admit it，my friend，the
retirement I care for it not at all.If the little grey cells are not
exercised，they grow the rust."
"I see，"I said."You exercise them in moderation."
"Precisely.I pick and choose.For Hercule Poirot nowadays only the cream
of crime."
"Has there been much cream about?"
"Pas mal.Not long ago I had a narrow escape."
"Of failure?"
"No，no."Poirot looked shocked."But I-I，Hercule Poirot，was nearly
exterminated."
I whistled.
"An enterprising murderer!"
"Not so much enterprising as careless，"said Poirot."Precisely
that-careless.But let us not talk of it.You know，Hastings，in many ways I
regard you as my mascot."
"Indeed?"I said."In what ways?"
Poirot did not answer my question directly.He went on:
"As soon as I heard you were coming over I said to myself:something will
arise.As in former days we will hunt together，we two.But if so it must be
no common affair.It must be something"-he waved his hands
excitedly-"something recherche-delicate-fine......"He gave the last
untranslatable word its full flavour.
"Upon my word，Poirot，"I said.
"Anyone would think you were ordering a dinner at the Ritz."
"Whereas one cannot command a crime to order?
Very true."He signed."But I believe in luck-in destiny，if you will.It
is your destiny to stand beside me and prevent me from committing the
unforgivable error."
"What do you call the unforgivable error?"
"Overlooking the obvious."
I turned this over in my mind without quite seeing the point.
"Well，"I said presently，smiling，"has this super crime turned up yet?"
"Pas encore.At least-that is-"He paused.A frown of perplexity creased
his forehead.His hands automatically straightened an object or two that I
had inadvertently pushed awry.
"I am not sure，"he said slowly.
There was something so odd about his tone that I looked at him in
surprise.
The frown still lingered.
Suddently with a brief decisive nod of the head he crossed the room to a
desk near the window.Its contents，I need hardly say，were all neatly
docketed and pigeon-holed so that he was able at once to lay his hand upon
the paper he wanted.
He came slowly across to me，an open letter in his hand.He read it
through himself，then passed it to me.
"Tell me，mon ami，"he said."What do you make of this?"
I took it from him with some interest.
It was written on thickish white notepaper in printed characters:
Mr.Hercule Poirot，-You fancy yourself，don't you，at solving mysteries
that are too difficult for our poor thickheaded British police?Let us see，
Mr.Clever Poirot，just how clever you can be.Perhaps you'll find this nut
too hard to crack.Look out for Andover，on the 21st of the month.
Yours，etc.，A B C I glanced at the envelope.That also was printed.
"Postmarked WCI，"said Poirot as I turned my attention to the postmark.
"Well，what is your opinion?"
I shrugged my shoulders as I handed it back to him.
"Some madman or other，I suppose."
"That is all you have to say?"
"Well-doesn't it sound like a madman to you?"
"Yes，my friend，it does."
His tone was grave.I looked at him curiously.
"You take this very seriously，Poirot."
"A madman，mon ami，is to be taken seriously.A madman is a very dangerou
thing."
"Yes，of course，that is true......I hadn't considered that
point......But what I meant was，it sounds more like a rather idiotic kind
of hoax.Perhaps some convivial idiot who had had one over the eight."
"Comment?Nine?Nine what?"
"Nothing-just an expression.I meant a fellow who was tight.No，damn it，
a fellow who had had a spot too much to drink."
"Merci，Hastings-the expression "tight"I am acquainted with it.As you
say，there may be nothing more to it than that......"
"But you think there is?"I asked，struck by the dissatisfaction of his
tone.
Poirot shook his head doubtfully，but he did not speak.
"What have you done about it"I inquired.
"What can one do?I showed it to Japp.He was of the same opinion as you-a
stupid hoax-that was the expression he used.They get these things every day
at Scotland Yard.I，too，have had my share......"
"But you take this one seriously?"
Poirot replied slowly.
"There is something about that letter，Hastings，that I do not
like......"
In spite of myself，his tone impressed me.
"You think-what?"
He shook his head，and picking up the letter，put it away again in the
desk.
"If you really take it seriously，can't you do something?"I asked.
"As always，the man of action!But what is there to do?The county police
have seen the letter but they，too，do not take it seriously.There are no
fingerprints on it.There are no local clues as to the possible writer."
"In fact there is only your own instinct?"
"Not instinct，Hastings.Instinct is a bad word.It is my knowledge-my
experience-that tells me that something about that letter is wrong-"He
gesticulated as words failed him，then shook his head again.
"I may be making the mountain out of the anthill.In any case there is
nothing to be done but wait."
"Well，the 21st is Friday.If a whacking great robbery takes place near
Andover then-""Ah，what a comfort that would be-!"
"A comfort?"I stared.The word seemed to be a very extraordinary one to
use.
"A robbery may be a thrill but it can hardly be a comfort!"I protested.
Poirot shook his head energetically.
"You are in error，my friend.You do not understand my meaning.A robbery
would be a relief since it would dispossess my mind of the fear of something
else."
"Of what?"
"Murder."said Hercule Poirot.
3. 英语小小说，初一，要自己写的，急
如果是找人代写代答，
网络上有许多笔手或写手是需要付费的，
复制的和原创的价格是不一样的，
原创的是需要支付稿酬的，
看来你是想空手套白狼吗？
如果是请别人帮助的话，
应该有句礼貌的语言，
这么旁若无人般的对着电脑大要作文(英语小小说）合适吗？
4. 有没有自己写的短篇英语科幻小说不要翻译别人的！悬赏啊！
Science fiction story
AD 3,000
A group of scientists(including me) went to the bottom of the sea,some aliens are living there,they may cause a world war because they can take control of water.This time,we want to talk with them.
With the help of the sea-spaceship,we got the destination easily.To my surprise,this is a wonderful undersea world,beautiful fishes,and green coral reef which can make people feel great.
We didn't forget why we came here,but we saw no alien.Suddenly a huge screen was presented before us.It was playing a tsunami around India,and some wars around the world.Yes,this is our true life,I realized something,and turned around,a alien was looking us.Then,it began to say,"Human beings,you've made a lot trouble to the earth,e.g. The wars,the pollution,the experiment,etc.Now,we use the water to give you a tsunami,this is only a lesson for you.If you do this continuously,you will be punished!"
We were back to the ground,everything seemed peaceful,we knew what we should do.
The gone with the fire
the beginning
‘don‘t touch my salad!black-spirit!‘John said with a loud voice.
‘If you call me black-spirit again，white-monkey!I promise....‘
‘promise what?killing me?attention that we are thousands kilometres from the earth!‘john said，and taking the salad to his side.Then continue his speech，‘You know there are only two human in this space-ship-----you and me.So you‘d better not do some foolish things.‘Then john turn his eyesight to his bread，which covered a lot of salad again.
Though he is very angry，bob could do nothing but sustain.He really doesn‘t understand why john hit him only because his skin ，which is black.Bob continue eating his lunch ，chinese rice，too.
‘This is the centre of the space-technology on ground，received?Maya?‘The voice came from the radio.
‘This is maya space-ship，recieved，centre!‘John answerd quickly.
‘Is there all right?‘centre asked.
5. 拜托英语高手帮忙写一篇700-800个单词的英语小说读后感
这是我自己写过的一篇《呼啸山庄》的读后感，所以雷同肯定不会了，你看看能不能添添删删改改的用吧。
Wuthering Heights
The novel Wuthering Heights written by Emily Bronte is really an splendid work which shocks me a lot. It tells us a story about love and revenge. And it's not a normal beautiful love story but a cruel, dark, tortured, brooding one.
Story extended in a flashback. A visitor to Wuthering Heights got the history of the family from an old servant named Nelly Deans. Years before Wuthering Heights used to be a cheerful and beautiful place but things changed after Old Earnshaw, owner of Wuthering Heights adopted a Gipsy boy named Heathciff. Old Earnshaw's son Hindley disliked the boy and often bullied him, while his daughter Catherine deeply fell in love with him, and regarded the wild, rude, proud boy as her soulmate. However, because of vanity and far distance between their social positions, Catherine finally married Edgar Linton, son of the owner of Thrushcross Grange. Heathciff left with anger.
Three yeas later, Heathciff back to start his revenge. At that time he had became a handsome and wealthy young man. He made Hindley down and out and had to give Wuthering Heights to Heathciff for payment of debts. He married Linton's sister Isabella to make Catherine sad but maltreated Isabella meanwhile. He adopted dead Hindley's son Hareton but gave him poor ecation and made him wild and rude. One night Catherine gave birth to a girl and died, which made Heathciff sad, desperate and more tyrant and tortured. He madly hindered Catherine Junior and Hareton's being together. But once when he want to beat Catherine Junior he suddenly found Catherine in her eyes, and found that Hareton was just like himself. He felt lonely and desperate. Several days later people found him dead in his own room. At last, Catherine Junior and Hareton got married and had a peaceful life.
In this novel, the author presents us a totally dark and tortured world—just like the contorted trees tortured by the everlasting gales in Wuthering Heights, meanwhile the most confusing but strongest love that seldom can be seen in reality. Catherine loved Linton in a normal and secular way, she loved his wealth, dignity and decency, while she loved Heathciff in an atypical and extreme way, loved his wildness, rudeness and cruelty, loved him as loved herself. Deeply in her heart, she felt herself and Heathciff are one person, the lived in each other's heart. She said:"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary."
After Catherine's abandon out of ignorance, Heathciff became a totally tortured tyrant. He turned Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange into hell, maltreated everyone even the next generation and visitors. At that time, the story came into the darkest part, making people mad and desperate. But at the end, when Heathciff looked into Catherine Junior's eyes and realized something, we see a flash of kindness in human race. And Catherine Junior and Hareton's marriage gave us a bright hope.
This is an amazing work which deeply digs both the ugly and beautiful parts in human race. We can be totally touched by the strong love while frightened by the dark helllike world.
6. 英语短篇小说（自己写的) 短点
哪方面的
7. 用英语写一篇小说的读后感，300单词左右
别流口水了的恐怖开vjsklvjskj上了， 是等级考试开始的肯定积分卡会计考试了看见内了的，容vmskklvjsm吗，vsjdkl看得到的大的纪念馆可怜的看到了懒得看看不看了点了附近看到了两款发动机了房间贷款利率累计开发的力量就看了累计达到了健康mbd.fkd看得到快快快快快快快快快看到的等等等等等等等等等等等等看不见得快乐的吧
8. 在中国网上有发布自己写的英语小说的地方吗
楼主你找到了吗？中文网尺度要求太严了，发英文的可以宽一些。
9. 自己写的英文短篇童话故事
The Hare Who Would Not Be King 不愿做国王的兔子
Nothing stirred on the African plains. The sun glared down and Hare crept inside the cool hollow of a baobab tree for his afternoon nap.
Suddenly he was wide awake. There was a boom, boom, booming in his ears. And it was getting closer. Hare peeped out from the tree nervously. Across the clearing the bushes snapped and parted, and out loomed a huge gray shape.
"Oh it's you!" said Hare irritably. "How can a fellow sleep with all your racket?"
The rhinoceros squinted down at him short-sightedly.
"Greetings!" he bellowed in his slow way. "Tembo the elephant has sent me to fetch you to the waterhole. He's going to tell us who our new king will be. All the animals have voted."
"Oh fiddlesticks!" cried Hare rudely. "What do I want with a new king? He'll bully us from morning till night and make our lives miserable."
"Don't you want to see who's been chosen? asked Rhino.
"I know already," snapped Hare. "It will be that sly old lion, Kali. He has bribed all the other animals and promised not to eat their children if only they will vote for him."
Rhino didn't seem to believe Hare, and in the end Hare said,
"Oh very well, I'll come. But you'll see I'm right."
The sun was setting as Hare and Rhino reached the water-hole. All the animals had gathered there - giraffes, hippos, antelope, buffalo, warthogs, zebras, aardvarks, hyenas, mongooses, storks and weaver birds. When Tembo the elephant saw that everyone was there, he threw up his trunk and trumpeted. "Animals of the plains, I am proud to tell you that Kali the lion will be our new king. It is a wise choice, my friends."
The animals cheered. But Hare only sighed. "They'll soon see what a horrible mistake they've made."
Out on a rocky ledge above the water-hole strode Kali. He stared down at all his subjects and there was a wicked glint in his eye.
"You've made me your king," he growled, "and so now you'll serve me!" And then he roared until the animals trembled.
"My first decree is that you must build a palace to shade my royal fur from the hot sun," said Kali. "I want it here beside the water-hole and I want it by sunset tomorrow.
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"My second decree is that every day you must bring me an animal for my supper. A king can't do his own hunting."
The animals nodded gloomily.
"And my third decree is, if you don't do as I say, I'll eat the lot of you!"
The animals now turned to one another in horror. They had thought a king would be wise and protect them. But Kali only wanted to bully and eat them. As darkness fell, the unhappy animals slunk away into the bush.
But at dawn they were back at the waterhole, hurrying to build Kali's palace. There was much to do and little time.
All through the heat of the day the animals lugged and labored. Elephants lifted tree trunks for the pillars, crocodiles brought mud for the walls, giraffes collected grasses that weaver birds wove for the roof. None dared stop for a moment. Only hare did nothing. He hid inside a tussock of oat grass and watched as the fine thatched house rose up beside the water-hole.
The sun was just beginning to set as the weaver birds tied off the last knots in the soaring thatched roof. No sooner had they finished than Kali appeared. He prowled up and down his new kingdom swishing his tail while his subjects watched uneasily.
"This is what I call a palace," he roared at last.
The animals gave a sigh of relief. But all too soon, for in the next breath the lion snarled, "But where's my supper? My belly's rumbling. Bring me a juicy warthog."
As soon as he heard this, Hare sneaked off home to his hollow in the baobab tree. "Didn't I tell them?" he said to himself. "Didn't I say that making Kali king would mean big trouble? And would anyone listen?"
And so it was that every day afterwards one of the animals was chosen to be Kali's supper. One day it was an impala. Another it was a zebra. Next it was a gazelle.
One day though it was Hare's turn. Tembo caught him unawares as he was grazing on the plains. The great elephant seized him in his trunk and carried him kicking and screaming to Kali's palace.
"It's not fair!" shrieked Hare. "I didn't even vote for Kali. I told you it was a bad idea to have a king."
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But Tembo wouldn't listen. He was thinking of his own children. They would be safe, but only if he could find other animals for Kali to gobble up.
Outside Kali's palace Hare stood shaking and cringing. He had to think of something fast. "Maybe I can escape by jumping in the water-hole," he said. But when he looked down and saw his own reflection shivering on the pool's surface, he stopped in his tracks. Already Kali had spotted him.
"Come inside, Hare!" roared the lion. "I can't wait to eat the only one who didn't vote for me."
But Hare didn't move. He felt braver now and he called back, "But Majesty," he wheedled. "I am very confused. I can see two kings. Please tell me, which of you is to eat me?"
"TWO KINGS!" snapped Kali angrily. "What do you mean two kings?" In one bound he was breathing down on Hare.
"Well, there's you Majesty," stammered Hare, "and there's that other one down there." Hare pointed down into the water-hole.
Kali looked and Kali saw. What - another lion?
"I'll have no rivals!" cried the cruel one, and at once he leaped on the other lion. Down into the pool sank Kali as he tried to grab his enemy. Soon the waters closed over him, and he was gone.
"You've killed our king," said Tembo the elephant in amazement.
"No I didn't," said Hare. "Anyone could see that he jumped into the water-hole all by himself. Besides, you didn't think I was going to stand here and be eaten did you? That would be as foolish as choosing a bully for a king!" And with that he ran away, before anyone else could think of eating him.
"Whew! That WAS a close shave," said Hare from the safety of his baobab tree. "But I'll bet those silly animals will send old rhino round to ask ME to be the king. Some people never learn."
And so it happened. Just as Hare was dropping off to sleep, there was a boom, boom, booming across the plains. "Oh no!" he sighed. "Why am I always right?" He flattened his ears, closed his eyes tighter and pretended to snore. "Anyone can see I'm much too busy to be king. Much, much too busy..."
The Emperor's New Clothes
Long ago and far away, there lived an Emperor. This Emperor was very vain and could think about nothing but his clothes. He had wardrobes and cupboards full of clothes. They filled his spare bedrooms and upstairs corridors of the palace.
The courtiers were worried that the wardrobes would begin to appear downstairs and in their chambers.
The Emperor spent hours every morning getting dressed. He had to choose his outfit, preferable a new one, and the shoes and wig to go with it. Mid-morning, he invariably changed into something more formal for his short meetings with his councillors and advisors. He would change again for lunch, and then again for a rest in the afternoon. He just had to change for dinner and them again for the evening!
He kept all the weavers, tailors, cobblers and silk merchants of the city very busy and very happy! News of the Emperor spread to distant kingdoms and finally came to the ears of two very shady characters.
"Could we?" they asked themselves. "Could we fool the Emperor who loves new clothes?" "Let's try," they decided.
They left their homes and traveled to the Emperor's city. there they saw the many shops selling clothes, shoes and fabrics. For, if the Emperor dressed finely, so too did his couriers. The two travelers went to the palace along with many other tradesmen hoping to sell their wares to the Emperor. They asked to meet the Emperor. "We have something very special to show him," they told the Chamberlain. "That's what everyone says," said the Chamberlain. "Ah, but his is magical," said one, "We have invented a new cloth by using a very special and secret method."
The Chamberlain felt that it was his ty to bring new items to the Emperor's attention and he went to tell him. "Something magical?" said the Emperor, who was changing for lunch and admiring himself in the mirror. "Oh, I love new things, Show the two weavers in."
The two weavers were shown in, and began to describe their cloth to the Emperor. "It is gold, silver and rainbow colored, all at the same time," said one. "It shimmers." "It feels like silk, but is as warm as wool," said the second. "It is as light as air," said the first. "A most wonderful fabric."
The Emperor was enchanted. He must have an outfit from this new cloth. "There is a grand parade in the city in two weeks time," he said. "I need a new outfit for it. Can one be ready in time?" "Oh yes, your Majesty," said the weavers. "But there is a problem. The cloth is very expensive to make." "No matter," said the Emperor, waving his hand. "Money is no object. I must have an outfit. Just see the Chamberlain and he'll sort it out. Make it here in the palace."
The Chamberlain showed the two weavers to a large airy room and they set to work. They asked for a loom, and a sack of gold to start buying materials. The Chamberlain followed the Emperor's orders and they were denied nothing. The weavers worked away behind closed doors. The loom could be heard clattering away. Every now and then a courtier would stand and listen at the door. News of the magic cloth had spread.
Finally, the Emperor could stand it no more. "Chamberlain, go to the weavers and see how the cloth is processing. The parade is only a week way." The Chamberlain knocked at the door and waited. "Enter!" said the weavers. They had been expecting someone soon! "The Emperor has sent me to check on the progress of the cloth," said the Chamberlain, staring at the empty loom. "Is it not beautiful?" said one of the weavers, holding out nothing to the Chamberlain. "See the lustre, feel the softness!" "Um," said the Chamberlain, not quite sure what to say. "Oh wise Chamberlain," said the other weaver.
"Now you can see why it is magical. Only the truly clever and brilliant can see the cloth. Most people would see an empty loom, but a clever man like you will see our wonderful cloth." "Of course," said the Chamberlain, not wanting to look stupid. "It really is quite marvelous. Those colors, that shimmer of the gold and silver threads. Marvelous." "Oh, you are so wise," said the weavers.
The Emperor was very impatient and couldn't wait for the Chamberlain to return. After ten minutes of pacing up and down, he went to the weavers' room, followed by half of his court. He threw the doors open, and saw the empty loom. "Why!" he cried in a surprised voice. "Your Majesty," said the Chamberlain quickly. " A wise man such as yourself can surely see the colors and sheen of this magical cloth." "Of course I can," said the Emperor, wondering why he could not. "It's beautiful. Simply enchanting. When can my outfit be made? Send for the royal tailors!" "Your Majesty," said the two weavers. "We would be delighted to make your outfit for you. There is no need to trouble your hard-working tailor. It is such a difficult fabric to cut and sew. We will make the suit." "Very well," said the Emperor. "First fitting tomorrow."
The courtiers had followed the Emperor, and they now came into the room. Of course, they could see nothing on the loom for there was nothing to see. "Is it not beautiful?" said one of the weavers. "Of course, only the wise and very clever can see the beauty of the cloth. Look at the colors, feel the weight." The courtiers queued up to look at the colors and feel the weight, and each went away exclaiming over the marvelous cloth which was indeed as light as air. But each courtier secretly wondered if they were really stupid, as they had seen nothing at all. The two weavers then set to work as tailors. They muttered and discussed at the Emperor's fittings, stitching here, cutting there until at last the suit was made.
The following day was the day of the parade. "Am I not the handsomest of men in my marvellous suit?" said the Emperor to the Chamberlain, as he showed off his new outfit. "Just look at the tiny stitches and the lacework. Truly marvelous." "Undoubtedly, sir," said the Chamberlain. "There is no outfit on earth to equal this one."
The Emperor was dressed in his new suit and ready for the parade. News of his amazing outfit had reached the people of the town and all wanted to see him. There were people crowded along the sides of the streets.
The parade began!
People gasped. "What a suit!" they cried. "What suit?" asked a small boy, who had not heard of the magical cloth. "The Emperor has no clothes on at all!" "It's true! No clothes! The Emperor is naked!" the people cried. And the Emperor was very ashamed. He had been so vain, and now he had been made to look a fool. As for the two tailors -- they were in fact thieves, and had long since left the town with their bags of gold. Probably laughing all the way! But the Emperor is a wiser man now, and spends a lot more time with his advisors and far less with his tailors.
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"My second decree is that every day you must bring me an animal for my supper. A king can't do his own hunting."
The animals nodded gloomily.
"And my third decree is, if you don't do as I say, I'll eat the lot of you!"
The animals now turned to one another in horror. They had thought a king would be wise and protect them. But Kali only wanted to bully and eat them. As darkness fell, the unhappy animals slunk away into the bush.
But at dawn they were back at the waterhole, hurrying to build Kali's palace. There was much to do and little time.
All through the heat of the day the animals lugged and labored. Elephants lifted tree trunks for the pillars, crocodiles brought mud for the walls, giraffes collected grasses that weaver birds wove for the roof. None dared stop for a moment. Only hare did nothing. He hid inside a tussock of oat grass and watched as the fine thatched house rose up beside the water-hole.
The sun was just beginning to set as the weaver birds tied off the last knots in the soaring thatched roof. No sooner had they finished than Kali appeared. He prowled up and down his new kingdom swishing his tail while his subjects watched uneasily.
"This is what I call a palace," he roared at last.
The animals gave a sigh of relief. But all too soon, for in the next breath the lion snarled, "But where's my supper? My belly's rumbling. Bring me a juicy warthog."
As soon as he heard this, Hare sneaked off home to his hollow in the baobab tree. "Didn't I tell them?" he said to himself. "Didn't I say that making Kali king would mean big trouble? And would anyone listen?"
And so it was that every day afterwards one of the animals was chosen to be Kali's supper. One day it was an impala. Another it was a zebra. Next it was a gazelle.
One day though it was Hare's turn. Tembo caught him unawares as he was grazing on the plains. The great elephant seized him in his trunk and carried him kicking and screaming to Kali's palace.
"It's not fair!" shrieked Hare. "I didn't even vote for Kali. I told you it was a bad idea to have a king."
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