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The Bumbo of Jiam故事

THE Pahdour of Patagascar and the Gookul of Madagonia were
disputing about an island which both claimed. Finally, at the
suggestion of the International League of Cannon Founders, which
had important branches in both countries, they decided to refer
their claims to the Bumbo of Jiam, and abide by his judgment. In
settling the preliminaries of the arbitration they had, however,
the misfortune to disagree, and appealed to arms. At the end of a
long and disastrous war, when both sides were exhausted and
bankrupt, the Bumbo of Jiam intervened in the interest of peace.
"My great and good friends," he said to his brother sovereigns, "it
will be advantageous to you to learn that some questions are more
complex and perilous than others, presenting a greater number of
points upon which it is possible to differ. For four generations
your royal predecessors disputed about possession of that island,
without falling out. Beware, oh, beware the perils of
international arbitration! - against which I feel it my duty to
protect you henceforth."
So saying, he annexed both countries, and after a long, peaceful,
and happy reign was poisoned by his Prime Minister.

The Tried Assassin故事

AN Assassin being put upon trial in a New England court, his
Counsel rose and said: "Your Honour, I move for a discharge on the
ground of 'once in jeopardy': my client has been already tried for
that murder and acquitted."
"In what court?" asked the Judge.
"In the Superior Court of San Francisco," the Counsel replied.
"Let the trial proceed - your motion is denied," said the Judge.
"An Assassin is not in jeopardy when tried in California."

The Australian Grasshopper故事

A DISTINGUISHED Naturalist was travelling in Australia, when he saw
a Kangaroo in session and flung a stone at it. The Kangaroo
immediately adjourned, tracing against the sunset sky a parabolic
curve spanning seven provinces, and evanished below the horizon.
The Distinguished Naturalist looked interested, but said nothing
for an hour; then he said to his native Guide:
"You have pretty wide meadows here, I suppose?"
"No, not very wide," the Guide answered; "about the same as in
England and America."
After another long silence the Distinguished Naturalist said:
"The hay which we shall purchase for our horses this evening - I
shall expect to find the stalks about fifty feet long. Am I
right?"
"Why, no," said the Guide; "a foot or two is about the usual length
of our hay. What can you be thinking of?"
The Distinguished Naturalist made no immediate reply, but later, as
in the shades of night they journeyed through the desolate vastness
of the Great Lone Land, he broke the silence:
"I was thinking," he said, "of the uncommon magnitude of that
grass-hopper."

Once there was a giving tree 　　Who loved a little boy 　　And everyday the boy would come to play 　　Swinging from her branches 　　Sleeping in her shades 　　Laughing all the summer hours away 　　And so they loved, and oh the tree was happy 　　Oh, the tree was glad 　　 　　But soon the boy grew older 　　And one day he came and said 　　Can you give me some money, tree 　　To buy some things I've found 　　I have no money, said the tree 　　Just apples, twigs and leaves 　　But you can take my apples, boy 　　And sell them in the town 　　And so he did, and oh the tree was happy 　　Oh, the tree was glad 　　 　　Soon again the boy came back 　　And he said to the tree, I'm now a man 　　And I must have a house that's all my own 　　I can't give you a house, said the tree 　　The forest is my home 　　But you may cut my branches off 　　And build yourself a home 　　And so he did, and oh the tree was happy 　　Oh, the tree was glad 　　 　　And time went by and the boy came back 　　With sadness in his eyes 　　My life has turned so cold, he said 　　And I need sunny days 　　I'm nothing buy my trunk, she said 　　But you may cut it down 　　And build yourself a boat and sail away 　　And so he did, and oh the tree was happy 　　Oh, the tree was glad 　　 　　And after years, the boy came back 　　From both ends of the world 　　I really cannot help you 　　If you ask another gift 　　I'm nothing but an old stump now 　　I'm sorry, boy, she said 　　I'm sorry, but I've nothing more to give 　　I don't need very much now 　　Just a quiet place to rest 　　The boy, he whispered with a weary smile 　　Well, said the tree, an old stump is still as good for that 　　Come, boy, she said, sit down 　　Sit down and rest awhile 　　And so he did, and oh the tree was happy 　　Oh, the tree was glad

有一棵奉献树，深爱着一个小男孩。男孩天天在枝桠间嬉戏、在树荫下休憩，慢慢的长大了。有一天，他向树要钱，说是想买一些他喜欢的东西。树没有钱，只有枝叶和苹果。于是树让他把苹果摘了，到街上去卖钱。男孩照着树的话去做，看到男孩满意的样子，树很高兴。 不久，男孩又来了，说他现在已经是个成人了，得要有间自己的房子。于是树让他把枝桠砍去，自己搭间房子。后来，男孩向树说他厌倦了故乡，想要到远方寻找阳光灿烂的日子，树于是又把主干给了他，让他自己造条小船出海去追寻梦想。看着男孩去满怀壮志地去寻找新的人生，树很高兴。 几年之后，男孩倦游归来，又来到树的身边。树看看自己仅存的树墩，十分抱歉地对男孩说：“如今我只剩下一个老树墩，实在没有东西可给你了”。男孩虚弱的笑笑，对树说，现在我需要的也不多了，只想有个安静的地方，好好休息一下。树说，既然是这样，那么我这老树墩还是挺管用的，“来吧，坐下来，好好的休息一会儿”。男孩听话的坐下，于是树还是好高兴。