Make_Way_for_Ducklings让路给小鸭子(英文文本及部分图片)

Make Way for Ducklings By Robert McCloskey Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live.. But every time Mr. Mallard saw what looked like a nice place… Mrs. Mallard said it was no good. There were sure to be foxes in the woods, or turtles in the water, and she was not going to raise a family where there might be foxes or turtles. So they flew on and on. When then got to Boston They felt to tired to fly any further. There was a nice pond in the public garden with a little island on it. “The very place to spend the night!” quacked Mr. Mallard. So down they flapped. The next morning, they fished for their breakfast in the mud at the bottom of the pond. But they didn’t find much. Just as they were getting ready to start on their way, Along came a boat pushed by a strange, enormous bird. There was a man sitting on its back. “Good morning.” Quacked Mr. Mallard, being polite. The big bird was too proud to answer. But the people on the boat threw peanuts into the water. So the mallards followed them all round the pond, and got another breakfast, better than the first. As they climbed out on the bank and waddled along, Mrs. Mallard said, “I like this place. Why don’t we build a nest and raise our ducklings right in this pond?” “There are no foxes and no turtles, and the people feed us peanuts. What could be better?” “Good,” said Mr. Mallard, delighted that at last. Mrs. Mallard had found a place that suited her. But, “Look out!” squawked Mrs. Mallard. “You’ll get run over!” And when she got her breath, she added, “this is no place for babies, With all those horrid things rushing about. We’ll have to look somewhere else.” So they flew over Beacon Hill and round the statehouse, But there was no place there. They looked in Louisburg Square, but there was no water to swim in. Then they flew over the Charles River. “this is better,” quacked Mr. Mallard . “that island looks like a nice quiet place, and it’s only a little way from the public garden.” “Yes,” said Mrs. Mallard, remembering the peanuts. “that looks like just the right place to hatch ducklings.” So they chose a cozy spot among the bushes near the water, And settle down and build there nest, and only just in time for now they were beginning to molt. All their old wind feathers started to drop out. They would not be able to fly again until the new ones grew in. But of course they could swim, and one day them swam over to the park on the riverbank, and there they met a policeman called Michael. Michael fed them peanuts. And after that, the mallards called on Michael every day. After Mrs. Mallard had laid her eggs in the nest, She couldn’t go to visit Michael any more, Because she had to sit on eggs to keep them warm. She moved off the nest only to get a drink of water, or to have her lunch, Or to count the eggs and make sure they were all there. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! One day, the ducklings hatched out. First came Jack, then Kack, then Lack, then Mack and Nack, and Ouack and Pack and Quack. Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were bursting with pride. It was a great responsibility, taking care of so many ducklings, and it kept them very busy. One day, Mr. Mallard decided to take a trip, to see what the rest of the river was like. So off he said. “I’ll meet you in a week in the public garden”, he quacked over his shoulder. “Take good care of the ducklings.” “Don’t you worry,” said Mrs. Mallard. “I know all about bringing up children”, and she did. She taught them how to swim. And she taught them how to dive. She taught them to walk in a line, to come when they were called, And to keep a safe distance from bikes and scooters, and other things with wheels. When at last she felt perfectly satisfied with them, She said one morning, “Come along, children. Follow me.” Before you could wink eyelash, they fell into line, just as they’d been taught First Jack, then Kack, then Lack, then Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack, And they swam to the opposite bank. There, they waded ashore. And they waddled along till they came to the highway. Mrs. Mallard stepped out to cross the road. Honk, honk! Went the horns on the speeding cars. “Quack” went Mrs. Mallard. The cars speeding by and honking, And Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings Kept right on quack, quack, quacking. They madesuch a noise that Michael came running Waving his arms and blowing his whistle. He planted himself in the center of the road, Raised one hand to stop the traffic, And then beckoned with the other the way policemen do, For Mrs. Mallard to cross over. As soon as Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings were safe, On the other side and on their way down Mount Vernon Street, Michael rushed backto his police booth. He called lancy at headquaters and said, “There’s a family of ducks walking down the street!” Clancy said, “Family of what?” “Ducks!” yelled Michael, “Send a police car, quick!” Meanwhile, Mrs. Mallard had reached the corner book shop, And turned into Charles Street with Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack all marching in line behind her. Everyone stared. And old lady from Beacon Hill said, “Isn’t it amazing?” And the man who swept the street said, “Well, now ain’t that nice?” And when Mrs. Mallard heard them, she was so proud, she tipped her nose in the air and walked along with an extra swing in her waddle. When they came to the corner of Beacon Street, There was the police car with four policemen, That Clancy had sent from headquarters. The policemen held back the traffic, So Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings could march across the street. And they marched right on into the public garden. Inside the gate, they all turned round, to say thank you to the policemen The policemen smiled and waved good-bye. When they reached the pond, and swam acroos to the little island, There was Mr. Mallard waiting for them, just as he had promised. The ducklings liked the new island so much, that they decided to live there. All day long, they follow the swan boats, and eat peanuts. And when night falls, they swim to their little island and go to sleep.