ある朝洞穴から子どもの狐が　出ようとしましたが、「あっ。」と叫んで眼をおさえながら母さん狐のところへころげてきました。「母ちゃん、眼になにか刺さった、ぬいてちょうだい早く早く。」といいました。の英語

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 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 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.

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.

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

At night she used to dream of the country and the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

At night, she used to dream of the country and the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

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.

Mother urged my sister earnestly [enthusiastically] to accept the offer of a meeting (with a view to marriage) from the young man whose picture had been laid on the table.

When people come to their front door, the children shout, "Trick or treat!"

The following morning she said close to my ears: "We're going back to Paris tonight. He says that there's no way that he'll leave me alone in such a sad place. That's how it is."

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

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

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."

One girl was scrubbing the wall, another was cleaning a window, another was rubbing the door with a cloth, and the other was mopping the floor.

"Something happy happened today." "What was it?" "It's a secret." "Huh? Didn't you want me to ask you?" "Yeah."

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

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."

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who in the land is fairest of all?" And then the mirror would always reply: "You, my queen, are fairest of all."

She was, unlike her daughter, of small stature and her body was fat on the sides. It was as if a human head had been fitted unto the body of a pig.

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.

"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.

"Aww, what a cute baby. What's her name?" "Rina." "Hey Rina, peek-a-boo! Look, she smiled. Can I hold her?" "Sure."

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

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.

Seeing trees verdant with young leaves, birds singing in the trees, and children playing on the lawn—how keenly I wished to live!

"Here ... the sound of the cicadas is different." "Oh my, I'm impressed you noticed. You've got a good sense of pitch!"

"They're stupid children, what a nuisance", she said. I replied praising them: "What are you saying, They're both smart, with a good memory and a promising future"

"Take the child away into the forest; I never want to see her again. Kill her, and bring me back this handkerchief soaked in her blood as proof."