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竹南鎮國中﹑小學英語朗讀比賽---國小高年
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2013 英語朗讀比賽國小高年級組文章 1
（1）The Wizard of Oz
Dorothy
went back into the house and looked for something to eat. She was hungry, and
so was Toto. She ate some bread and butter and then went down to the stream for
some water to drink. Then she changed into a blue-and-white dress and put a
bonnet on her head. She looked at her feet. She was wearing old leather shoes.
They weren’t very comfortable, so she tried on the witch’s silver shoes. They
fitted her perfectly. Then she put some bread in a basket and said to Toto,
“Now we’re ready for our journey to the City of Emeralds
She
left the house and started walking. Soon she came to the yellow brick road. As
she walked along, people came out of their farm houses and bowed to her. They
knew she was the girl who killed the Wicked Witch of the East.
Toward
evening, she came to a house that was bigger than all the others. Men and women
were dancing on the grass in front of it. Five men were playing violins. There
were tables full of food.
A
man came up to her. “Welcome,” he said. “My name is Boq. I am a Munchkin. You
are a good witch.”
“I’m
not a witch,” Dorothy said. “I’m just a girl.”
“But
you are wearing white,” Boq said. “Good witches wear white.”
“My
dress is blue and white,” Dorothy said.
“And
that is why we know you are our friend. Blue is the favorite color of the
Munchkins.”
Dorothy
had no answer to this, so she said, “I am very tired. May I rest here?”
“Of
course,” Boq said and took her to a bedroom. Dorothy fell asleep immediately.
In
the morning, Boq gave her a good breakfast and said, “How can we help you?”
“You can tell me how to get to
the City of Emeralds
2013 英語朗讀比賽國小高年級組文章 2
（2）A Story of Mark Twain
Mark
Twain was a famous American writer. He wrote many stories and many of them were
funny stories. These stories are still read by many people all over the world.
Besides writing, he also liked hunting and fishing very much, so one year he
went to Maine
When he
had to go back home, he drove to the station with his baggage. There he asked a
porter to put it into the train. Then he got into the smoking car and sat down
in one of the comfortable seats there. The car was empty when he got in, but a
few minutes later, another man got in and sat down on the seat opposite his. Mark
Twain looked at the man and thought that this man looked quite unpleasant. However,
it would be impolite to say nothing in that situation, so he said good morning
to the man, and they began to talk.
Frist,
they talk about the weather and then they talked about Maine Maine Maine
“Yes, I
have,” answered Mark Twain. “I’ve just spent three weeks there and I had a very
good time, too. And let me tell you something. Although fishing isn’t allowed
in Maine
The
stranger looked at Mark Twain for several seconds and then answered, “I’m a
police officer. My job is to catch people who hunt and fish during the wrong
seasons. And who are you? ” Mark Twain was surprised and frightened when he
heard this. He thought quickly and then answered, “Well, I’ll tell you, sir. I’m
the man who tells the biggest lies in America
2013 英語朗讀比賽國小高年級組文章 3
（3）The Tale of the Traditional Christmas Pudding
Martha decided to move with the times and
try the delights of microwave cooking. Whereupon, her devoted husband Archie
went out and bought her a brand new top-of-the range Sharp Microwave oven.
Christmas approached and Martha got out
her Christmas pudding recipe and assembled the ingredients. She proceeded along
traditional lines and even got the each member of the family to stir the
mixture ‘for luck.’ When Martha consulted the microwave’s manual for the
cooking time, she could not believe that ten minutes would be enough for a
traditional Christmas pudding. Consequently she decided to substitute her normal
cooking time of 50 minutes.
As Martha was in the lounge watching her
favorite T.V. program she did not see the pudding spitting in the microwave
oven, nor did she hear the mini-explosions. When she finally extracted the
pudding from the microwave after nearly an hour of cooking on 'High', it smelt
of burnt sugar and looked like a ball of tar. Naturally, the Christmas pudding
was a disaster, so much so, that Martha could not even prod it with a fork. In
fact the black ball stuck to the bottom of the bowl and Archie had to get a
screwdriver to prize it from its base.
In
a fit of pique, Martha threw the shriveled Christmas pudding to Togo Togo
2013 英語朗讀比賽國小高年級組文章 4
（4）The
Fox and the Chick
One day a fat little chick wanted to go for a walk
around the farm. The little chick hopped along looking at the things on the
farm. Soon the chick was far from the hen house. Then the chick met a fox.
“What a fine chick you are, and so much like
your father,” said the fox.
“I liked to chat with your father. It made me
happy just to talk to your father and to hear your father sing. Now that he is
not here, I am lost. Will you sing something for me as your father did? Please
sing something. Then please come to lunch with me. Your father always came to
lunch with me.”
The little chick was very happy to hear the
nice words, and it really liked to sing for the fox. So with a shake of its
wings, it hopped up and started singing. But
then the fox picked up the fat little chick by its wing! The farm dog saw the fox catch the little chick.
“It looks like I have some work to do,” said the dog.
The dog chased after the fox. “That dog is fast,” the little chick said to the fox.
“Tell the dog I want to go with you. Then it
will stop chasing us.” The fox started to
tell the dog, “This chick wants to go with me.” But
as the fox was talking, it let go of the little chick’s wing. The little chick
ran from the fox. Hopping back to the
hen house, the chick said, “A chick who wants to live long will not sing for a
fox.”
The dog chased the fox all the way to the fox’s
house.
Running
from the dog, the fox said, “After this, I will not stop to chat when I am
having my lunch!”
2013 英語朗讀比賽國小高年級組文章 5
（5）Before
Breakfast
“Where’s
Papa going with that ax?” said Fern to her mother as they were setting the
table for breakfast.
“Out
to the hog house,” replied Mrs. Arable. “Some pigs
were born last night.”
“I
don’t see why he needs an ax,” continued Fern, who was only eight.
“Well,”
said her mother, “one of the pigs is a runt. It’s very small and weak, and it
will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it.”
“Do
away with it?” shrieked Fern.
“You mean kill it? Just because
it’s smaller than the others?”
Mrs.
Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. “Don’t yell, Fern!” she said. “Your father is right. The pig would probably
die anyway.”
Fern
pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth
smelled springtime. Fern’s sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with
her father.
“Please don’t kill
it!” she sobbed. “It’s unfair.”
Mr.
Arable stopped walking.
“Fern,” he
said gently, “you will have to learn to control yourself.”
“Control
myself?” yelled Fern. “This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself.” Tears ran down
her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father’s
hand.
“Fern,” said Mr.
Arable, “I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling
makes trouble. Now run along!”
“But
it’s unfair,” cried Fern. “The pig
couldn’t help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?”
Mr. Arable smiled.
“Certainly not,” he said, looking down at his daughter with love. “But this is
different. A little girl is one thing; a little runty pig is another.” “I see no difference,” replied Fern, still
hanging on to the ax. “This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard
of.”
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