charles dickens, the famous english novelist, wrote a great many books. he had a cat of which he was very fond. she was a fine persian cat with pure white fur.
one evening, as he was absorbed in reading one of his favorite books by a candle-light, the candle suddenly went out. he was surprised, but took a match, struck it, and lighted and lighted the candle again, and once more sat down to read. you can imagine his astonishment when he again found himself in complete darkness. he looked around the room, lighted the candle again, and began to read once more.
after a while he stopped and looked up. he saw that his cat was trying to put out the light with her paw. the cat's intentions were quite clear to him-she wanted him to stop reading and play with her a while. of course he did this, and besides he gave her some milk. the cat was quitecontented. she went over and curled herself into a ball on the sofa to take a nap. then dickens continued to read, and this time pussy(猫咪) did not interrupt him again.
on fajiu hill there grew a lot of mulberry(桑树) bushes. in the mulberry bushes lived a bird that looked like a crow, but had a colorful head, a white bill and two red claws. its call sounded like its name: jingwei. the bird was said to be emperor yandi's youngest daughter, who, while playing on the east sea, had drowned and never returned. she had turned into jingwei, and the bird would often carry bits of twigs(细枝) and stones all the way from the west mountains to the east sea to fill it up.
it is so hard for a little bird to fill the sea up in such a way! but it is still commendable for its determination and tenacity(韧性，固执).
one day a negro went to a fish shop to buy some fish for his dinner. he picked up a fresh fish, and after examining it carefully, he held it up to his nose and smelled it.
"hey! what's this?" cried the master of the shop. "why do you smell that fish, do you think it."
"no," answered the negro.
"then what were you doing with your face so close to the fish?" asked the master.
"i wasn't smelling the fish. i was only talking to it," answered the negro.
"talking to it!" said the shopkeeper, "why, what on earth did you say to it?"
"i asked him if there was any negro."
"well, and what did the fish say to that?" asked the shopkeeper.
"he said he didn't know the latest news, because he had been away from the sea or more than three weeks."