二匹の狐は森の方へ帰って行きました。月が出たので、狐の毛なみが銀色に光り、その足あとには、コバルトの影がたまりました。の英語

With their fur coats tinged full of glistening silver and their shadows imbued with cobalt, the two foxes returned back to the forest under the moonlit night.

"Oh let's!" said the little black rabbit and with a hop, skip, and a jump, he sailed right over the little white rabbit's back.

The monkey, who came from the mountain to play in the village, picked up a red candle. There aren't many red candles. So the monkey thought of it as a firework. He brought it back to the mountain with care.

The mother fox was worried while she was eagerly waiting for the boy fox's return. When the boy returned she pulled him to her warm chest and was so happy she wanted to cry.

"Who do you belong to?" Wrapped around his feet was a small cat. It was a fluffy grey striped cat.

an animal that has black fur tipped with white, a {silver fox}

My grandson has a kitten. The kitten has white and black fur and greenish eyes. My grandson loves playing with it. He named it Vivi. Vivi is beautiful. It is our pet.

One morning, as the fox cub was making to leave the den, she suddenly called out "Ah!" and ran tripping and tumbling back to her mother, a paw pressed over one eye. "Mommy, something's got into my eye! Get it out, get it out!"

The three animals tried to help the old man, the monkey using its ability to climb to collect fruit and nuts, and the fox catching fish in the stream to bring to him.

My grandson has a kitten. The kitten has white and black fur and greenish eyes. My grandson loves playing with it. He named it Vivi. Vivi is beautiful. It is our pet.

"I just wish that I could be with you forever and always," replied the little black rabbit.

In the fall, when the days grew shorter and the nights colder, she watched the first frost turn the leaves to bright yellow and orange and red.

Hanako turned her head towards the wall and began counting: "O—ne, Two—, Three—, Four—, Five—, Six—, Se—ven, Eight—, Nine—, Te... Ready?" "Not yet." "Ready now?" "Ready". She then began to look for her friends who had now hidden themselves in the meantime.

Somewhere, there was a fox.

Before, young ones used to ask me to draw them a sheep, now they want me to teach them how to make a commit. Times, they are a-changin'.

"Looks like Maki's a twin!" Ken said. "Really now," I replied, totally uninterested. Maki was a member of a ukulele club that ran beside our club in the school lounge. She looked lovely in Ken's eyes, but to me she was just the sixth cutest girl in class - average, in my opinion.

A fox came along.

Day followed day, each one a little different from the once before...but the Little House stayed just the same.

The chicks hatched in April have also become 5 months old. Their bodies are about the same size as their parents, about the only difference is that the roosters have smaller crests than their father.

For that reason Coco was, to me, 'an older sister I can play with' and I thought of her only as one member of the family not as someone I should question my father concerning her identity.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

I fall back dazzled at beholding myself all rosy red, / At having, I myself, caused the sun to rise.- `Chanticler' by Rostand

One of the twins is a female cub born at 5:35 a.m. and the other is a male cub born at 6:49 a.m.

"'Fox's wedding'." "Er ...?" "Today, with an 81 percent likelihood, it will be clear skies but, depending on location, there will be sun showers."

Since there are rice paddies near my house, I often hear frogs croaking all night long this time of year.

Time passed quickly for the Little House as she watched the countryside slowly change with the seasons.

There is a body buried underneath the Sakura tree! This is something you should believe. Why? Can you really fathom how such wondrous flowers are blooming? I have been uneasy for the last two or three days because I really can't believe it. But now I finally understand. There is a body buried underneath the tree. That is something you can believe.

There once was a tiny sprite, much loved by children. She would frolic with the birds and the beasts in the forest, and sing songs, or play her flute; sometimes, she would visit the village, where the humans lived, and cavort with her favorite boys and girls.

There once was a little spirit that the children loved. Usually in the forest he would sing his songs and play the flute and mess about with the birds and other such beasts. At times he would come out to the village where the people lived and play with the children he liked.