Max冬冬

I wanted a puppy, just for me. So I traded my baseball mitt for one.

My babysitter liked him right away.

And, boy, were Mom and Dad surprised! They said I could keep him if I took care of him myself.

So I am taking very good care of my puppy.

I feed him in the morning.

He eats every bite.

Then I put on his leash and we go for a walk.

I am teaching my puppy how to heel.

He is learning how to stay...

... except when he sees a cat.

My puppy knows lots of tricks...

how to sit...

how to play dead...

... and how to roll over.

He still needs some practice.

But he already knows how to fetch.

My puppy is a big help around the house.

He's a good guard dog.

He brings in the paper for my dad.

And he keeps me company when I do my homework.

Sometimes my puppy gets dirty.

Then I give him a bath.

I get him nice and dry so he won't catch a cold.

Then we get ready for bed...

... just me and my puppy.

I was never afraid of anything when we lived in the city, but now we live on a farm.

At night when the lights go out, I get scared, because I can hear a nightmare in the attic right above my head.

It doesn't seem to bother Mom and Dad.

Thet say it's probably mice.

But it sounds too big to be mice.

I decided to lasso that nightmare and bring it down to show them.

I'd just be brave and sneak quietly into the attic with my lasso ready.

It wasn't there.

But I noticed a bunch of toys I thought were lost lying in a pile behind some boxes.

Something weird was going on for sure.

Then I heard it creeping up the stairs.

There it was, standing in front of me with my brand-new teddy bear it had just stolen from my room.

"Hey," I called. "That's my teddy bear! Give it to me!"

But the nightmare tried to sneak back down the stairs.

So I chased it.

Then I lassoed it.

It was hugging my bear as hard as it could.

"Be careful, Nightmare," I said, "or you'll rip my bear."

I tried to get my bear back, but it wouldn't let go.

So I pulled it down the hall to my parents' room.

I flipped on the lights to show them the nightmare I captured.

I was sure they would be amazed.

But nightmares are very tricky, and sometimes they just slip away.

I'll just have to get my bear back tomorrow.

There are lots of things that regular people can do but dads can't.

Dads can't cross the street without holding hands.

Dads can push, but they can't swing.

Dads can't pitch a baseball very hard or hit it very far.

When dads play hide-and-seek they always get found,

but they have a hard time finding you.

They aren't very good wrestlers.

Dads lose at checkers and cards and almost every other game.

Dads aren't good at sleeping late.

They can't comb their hair or shave by themselves.

Dads like to go camping,

but they need lots of help setting up the tent.

And cooking.

Dads like to go fishing, but they don't like to go alone.

And they need extra practice baiting the hook.

Sometimes dads have a hard time getting organized.

They can't drive very fast.

Dads seem to have trouble holding on to their money.

Dads can't see you hiding the lima beans at dinnertime.

Or feeding them to the cat.

They can't eat just one piece of chocolate cake or one scoop of ice cream.

Dads like to give baths, but they can't help getting all wet.

Dads can't read a book by themselves.

Dads really need to be kissed good night at bedtime.

Sometimes they leave a nigh-light on because they're a little bit scared of the dark.

They also like to check under the bed for monsters.

And in the closet.

There are so many things that dads can't do it's a wonder they make it through life at all.

But Dads can't give up.

No matter how tired a dad gets,

or how hard life gets,

a dad never quits.

And most of all, whatever happens,

a dad never ever stops loving you.

The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another, his mother called him "Wild Thing!" and Max said "I"LL EAT YOU UP!" so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max's room a forest grew and grew--and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are, they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws till Max said "BE STILL!" and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild things of all and made him king of all wild things. "And now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!" "Now stop!" said Max and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world, he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go--we'll eat you up--we love you so!" And Max said, "No!" The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot.

When I get bigger, I'll be able to do lots of things.

I'll go to the corner store by myself...

... and spend my allowance on anything I want.

I'll wait until the light is green.

Then I'll look both ways for cars before I cross the street.

I'll have my own watch and I'll tell everyone what time it is.

I'll go on a bus to my Grandma and Grandpa's.

I'll go to first grade.

When I get bigger I'll have a real leather football...

... and my own radio, and a pair of superpro roller skates.

I'll have a two-wheeler and a paper route.

I'll make lots of money.

At the playground I'll help the little kids on the swings.

I'll pick out my own boots at the shoe store.

I'll make a phone call and dial it myself.

I'll order something from a catalog...

... and it will come in the mail.

When I get bigger, I'll camp out in the backyard all night long.

Or I'll stay up to see the end of the late movie.

Even if I get sleepy, I won't go to bed.

But right now, I have to go to bed...

...because Mom and Dad say...

...I'm not bigger yet.

Mr. Big was a giant.

He was a very, very big giant.

He lived in a big house with big windows and a big door.

One day Mr. Big went for a walk.

Mr. Big walked down the road.

He saw a little girl.

She was sad because her kitten was stuck high up on the roof.

Mr. Big reached up to the kitten.

He smiled and said, "I will help you."

Mr. Big walked down the road.

He saw a little boy.

The boy was sad because his kite was stuck high up in a tree.

Mr. Big reached up to the kite.

He smiled and said, "I will help you."

Mr. Big walked down the road.

He saw some children.

They were sad because all their balloons were stuck on a lamppost.

Mr. Big reached up to the balloons.

He smiled and said, "I will help you."

The children said, "Thank you Mr. Big. You are a big help. Look what we have got for you."

And Mr. Big said, "Yum, yum!"

I have watched a touching video which shows a conversation between a father and his son.

It was a short Greek movie, which was made in 2007.

The title of the movie is

What Is That? A Sparrow!

A father and his son are sitting on a bench.

Suddenly a sparrow lands across them.

The old father asks the son, “What is that?”, to which the son replies, “A Sparrow”, and looks back into his newspaper.

After some time his father asks again , “What is that?”

A little annoyed, the son replies, “I just told you, Father, it’s a sparrow.”

Then, the sparrow flies to the other side and sits there.

The father repeats his question, “What is that?”

This time, the son replies, “A sparrow, father, a sparrow … s-p-a-r-r-o-w……”

and when again the father repeats his question,

the son is filled with anger and says, “Why are you doing this, Father? How many times have I told you it’s a sparrow?! Can’t you get it?”

The father gets up and goes into the house to take his old diary.

He comes back and asks his son to read a passage from the diary,

which goes like this “Today my youngest son, who a few days ago turned three, was sitting with me at the park when a sparrow sat in front of us.

My son asked me 21 times what it was and I answered all 21 times that it was a sparrow.

I hugged him every single time he asked me the same question, again and again, without getting mad, feeling affection for my innocent little boy.”

This is really a good video.

I couldn’t help crying after watching it.

Really meaningful!

If only people of today could learn of the patience of this loving father.

We should all be nice to our parents.

Hello, little Mouse. What are you doing?

Oh, I see.

Are you going to pick that red, ripe strawberry?

But, little Mouse, haven't you heard about the big, hungry Bear?

Ohhh, how that Bear loves red, ripe strawberries!

The big, hungry Bear can smell a red, ripe strawberry a mile away...

Especially, one that has just been picked.

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

The Bear will tromp through the forest on his big, hungry feet,

and SNIFF!SNIFF!SNIFF! find the strawberry...

No matter where it is hidden,

or who is guarding it, or how it is disguised.

Quick! There's only one way in the whole wide world to save a red, ripe strawberry from the big, hungry Bear!

Cut it in two.

Share half with me.

And we'll both eat it all up. YUM!

Now, that's one red, ripe strawberry the big, hungry Bear will never get!

The End

Who wants a cheap rhinoceros?

I know of one for sale,

with floppy ears and cloppy feet,

and friendly waggy tail.

He's sweet and fat and huggable.

He's quiet as a mouse.

And there are lots of things that he can do around your house.

For instance...

You can use him for a coat hanger.

He is a terrific back scratcher.

And he makes a very lovely lamp.

He will eat bad report cards before your parents see them.

But he is not too great at opening doors.

He makes a good bloody ferocious pirate.

He can open soda cans for your uncle.

And on Sunday you can read him the comics.

He will be glad to turn a jump rope...

...if he gets his turn.

He's not too careful about watching where he walks.

But he's very handy for collecting extra allowance from your father.

He makes an unsinkable battleship.

But he is not too interested in taking his bath.

It is very comfortable when you sit on his lap,

but not too comfortable when he sits on your lap.

He's terrific at helping your grandmother make donuts.

And he is great for not letting your mother hit you when you haven't really done anything bad.

He is very nice about crawling into bed with you on cold winter nights,

and he is pretty good at tiptoeing downstairs for a midnight snack.

And he'll gladly eat scraps from the table.

He is terrific at being Ben and Charlie, two desperate crooks.

And he loves to surprise you.

He will be glad to help your aunt knit a sweater, especially if it is for him.

He is careful about not leaving rhinoceros tracks around the house.

He is fun to take care of when he is sick.

And he is great for plowing your field if you are a farmer.

He is hard to build a house for.

But he is lots of fun at the beach because he is great at imitating a shark.

He is wonderful for playing records if you have no record player.

And on Halloween you can dress him up like a girl--but he won't like it.

He loves to play hide and seek.

He is good for yelling at.

And he is easy to love.

Beneath the shade of the Baobab tree, Little One sang the calling song, and Mama came with a loving nuzzle.

"The land is dry, Little One," Mama said. "I must climb the highest moutain to ask the skies for rain."

"But Mama!" said Little One, "I don't want you to go."

"I know, Little One. But you will feel my love in everything around you."

"What if I can't hear you, Mama?"

"Listen for my sound on the wind, Little One. I will sing to you."

"How will I know that you still love me?" asked Little One.

"I love you like the sun loves the earth," said Mama. "When you feel the warmth of the sun, I will be loving you from where I am."

"But Mama, I won't be able to see you."

"Find the brightest star, Little One. If we both look at the same star, it will be as if we are seeing each other."

"Mama?" said Little One. "How will you find me again?"

"When the night sky is bright, Little One, meet me at the moon, where the sky touches the earth."

"I love you, Little One," said Mama.

Then Mama left to climb the highest mountain to ask the skies for rain.

Each night, Little One found the brightest star, knowing Mama was looking at the same star in her sky.

Each day, Little One listened to the wind and heard Mama's song.

And as the sun warmed the earth, Little One felt loved.

Days passed, and then a week.

The dry earth crumbled in the heat, and still Mama did not return.

Dark clouds finally rolled across the sky and cracked open with rain.

But now there was no song on the wind.

No bright star to see.

No sun to make Little One feel warm and loved.

After a long while, the clouds parted.

Little One saw the moon, high in the sky.

"Mama, you told me you'd meet me at the moon," Little One said. "But how can I reach it?"

Then Little One remembered to sing the calling song, and sang deep into the night.

Slowly, the moon dropped and lit a path across the plains.

Little One saw something move in the light.

"Mama?" cried Little One.

When the moon touched the earth, Mama answered with the calling song.

"You are in my most secret heart, Little One," she sang.

"And you are in mine," Little One answered.

"I love you."