Everybody knows that people often wrote stories for fun, but this story tells how a little boy hates writing stories, but he then learned a valuable lesson on a dangerous adventure.

  Once, there was a boy called Moni, Moni was a very cute little boy, and was always proud to show off at some time. Moni’s mother loved baking pies, but she always scolded Moni for eating them without her permission.

  One day his mother said that he was old enough to write stories. Moni had no idea what the word story means, but mother said, “It is to write interesting tales of children who goes on adventures.” She said to Moni. Moni always thought that playing was fun, but he also heard her say that writing stories was more fun. But as he began to first word of his story, he began to feel bored. “This is no fun!” he cried, “It is even more bored than going to school and learn lessons!”

  Moni did not like writing stories, but his mother waited until he had finished his first story; then she will let him go outside and play. It all happened that Moni knew every secret about the house; he could easily find another way out. And so he ran up to the attic, and started to crawl out between two logs. Moni got out, and saw a beautiful pine tree; He climbed up, made a platform, and started to feast upon the fruits.

  Moni was having such a great time, that he had no idea that a pond was nearby; and he had no idea, that there was a crocodile down waiting for him to come down so that he could feast upon Moni.

  Moni was eating the last few fruits, and then he got thirsty; so he looked down, then he found the crocodile. Moni had no choice but to cry out for help. “Help!” he cried, “Help!” Moni’s mother heard his cries, and ran out into the garden. There, she saw the crocodile; and Moni up in the tree. “Hold on, there Moni!” she cried, “I shall save you!” She ran inside the house, she used a stick, and killed the crocodile as he was looking up. And then Moni got down from the tree, and confessed his fault.

  When he got back to his room, he began to write stories; he figured that it as much more fun to write stories, than it is to be free. Of course, he wrote the adventure he had, and how his mom saved him. And you could probably guess, that the 《Three Little Pigs》is a story that he wrote. And he was soon known as the great writer, “Moni Frank”.

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Everybody knows that people often write stories for fun, but this story tells how a little boy hates writing stories, but he then learned a valuable lesson on a dangerous adventure.

  Once, there was a boy called Moni, Moni was a very cute little boy, and was always proud to show off at some times. Moni’s mother loved baking pies, but she always scolded Moni for eating them without her permission.

  One day his mother said that he was old enough to write stories. Moni had no idea what the word story means, but mother said, “It is to write interesting tales of children who goes on adventures.” She said to Moni. Moni always thought that playing was fun, but he also heard her say that writing stories was more fun. But as he began to write first word of his story, he started to feel bored. “This is no fun!” he cried, “It is even more boring than going to school and learn lessons!”

  Moni did not like writing stories, but his mother waited until he had finished his first story; then she will let him go outside and play. It all happened that Moni knew every secret about the house; he could easily find another way out. And so he ran up to the attic, and started to crawl out between two logs. Moni got out, and saw a beautiful pine tree; He climbed up, made a platform, and started to feast upon the fruits.

  Moni was having such a great time, that he had no idea that a pond was nearby; and he had no idea, that there was a crocodile down waiting for him to come down so that it could feast upon Moni.

  Moni was eating the last few fruits, and then he got thirsty; so he looked down, then he found the crocodile. Moni had no choice but to cry out for help. “Help!” he cried, “Help!” Moni’s mother heard his cries, and ran out into the garden. There, she saw the crocodile; and Moni up in the tree. “Hold on, there Moni!” she cried, “I shall save you!” She ran inside the house, she used a stick, and killed the crocodile as it was looking up. And then Moni got down from the tree, and confessed his fault.

  When he got back to his room, he began to write stories; he figured that it has much more fun to write stories than it is to be free. Of course, he wrote the adventure he had, and how his mom saved him. And you could probably guess, that the Three Little Pigs is a story that he wrote. And he was soon known as the great writer, “Moni Frank”.

    四年級(jí):歐陽(yáng)雨鷺

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