What is the original text of an animal joke?

I seldom laugh at animals, sometimes I laugh, and later I always find that I am actually laughing at myself, or because some funny pictures of animals are very similar to those of talents. We always stand in front of the monkey cage and laugh, but when we see caterpillars or snails, we don't feel so ridiculous.

Think about it: this is a real fish with a spine, gills and fins, but it "sits" on the edge of the water tank like a canary and points its head at you like some animals with regional concepts. It's really not like a fish. What is particularly funny is that it also looks at people with two eyes, and even birds don't stare at things with such eyes.

Owls always appear in stories as "wise men" because of this feature. However, the appearance of the fish at that time made people laugh, because it was just like a person and had nothing to do with its own image.

For a while, I was doing the experiment of water duck, trying to explain the long-standing question in my heart. The problem is this: the goose that just hatched from the artificial incubator always recognizes the first creature it meets as its mother and follows her wholeheartedly.

However, water ducks are different. All chickens raised in artificial incubators are always extremely shy and inaccessible. Every time they come out of their shells, they run away quickly and hide in a dark corner nearby, refusing to come out. What is the reason?

I remember once I gave a bunch of duck eggs to a musk duck to hatch, and the duckling ran away as soon as its feathers dried. I had a hard time getting them back. Once again, I let a fat duck on the farm hatch her eggs, but the little ones followed her happily as if she were their own mother.

I guess the key must be the cry of the mother duck, because from the appearance, both domestic white ducks and musk ducks look very different from real water ducks.

However, the voice of white ducks is the same as that of water ducks-this is because domestic ducks on farms were originally domesticated by wild ducks. In this domestication process, the feather color and body shape of wild ducks have changed greatly, but their names remain unchanged.

Therefore, I have come to a fairly clear conclusion: if I want my little daughter to follow me, I have to scream like my mother. "He hung a bell around his neck and shouted Cleisthenes. The calf thinks he is a cow. " Bush's poems are the best portrayal of this situation.

But in order to seek the truth, I have to endure this test. So, that Sunday, when the ducklings and I were squatting, crawling and screaming on the green grass in our garden, I suddenly looked up and saw a row of dead white faces on the railing of the garden.

This is naturally some foreign tourists. They were probably stunned by what they saw, because all they saw was a big bearded man, with his knees bent and his back bent, crawling on the grass with his head down.

Looking back from time to time, while learning to dodge loudly-as for those ducklings, those ducklings who can understand the story at a glance, they are completely hidden in the deep grass. How can you ask those tourists to believe their eyes?

Wu Xue has an excellent memory. If something catches them once, they will never forget it, warn each other and attack them in groups. There are many caves in my garden. Every time I want to tie a hoop to a bird for identification, I will break my brain.

Every time I take a bird out of the nest, I can't help being hit by an adult's cave. Soon, I was surrounded by noisy and angry big birds, which naturally hindered my future communication with them.

How can we make them not treat me as an enemy and avoid me as soon as they see me? The answer is simple: make up. But what are you pretending to be? It suddenly occurred to me that every year on February 6, 65438, I put on ghost clothes to celebrate the festival of Saint Nicholas and the devil.

The third time, I was almost sent to an insane asylum because of my cockatoo "Coco". A few days before Easter that year, I spent a considerable sum of money to buy this beautiful and docile bird. It took the poor guy several weeks to gradually recover from the mental abuse caused by long imprisonment.

At first, it didn't even know that it was not bound by the anklet and could act at will; It's pathetic to see this proud bird sitting on a branch, wanting to fly but afraid to fly. But when it finally overcame this psychological obstacle, it immediately became lively and energetic, reluctant to part with me.

At night, we usually lock him up and sleep in the house. As soon as he was released this morning, he couldn't wait to find me. It is very clever, and soon it will know where to find me: first, it must fly to my bedroom window, and if I am not inside, it will go to the pond where ducks are raised.

As long as I have a routine physical examination in the morning, I will find them one by one. This pursuit is not without danger for it, because if it can't find me, it will fly farther and farther, get lost several times and can't go home. Therefore, all my assistants know that whenever I am not at home, I don't let Coco go out at all.

One weekend in June, I returned to Edmontburg from Vienna by train. Because when the weather is fine, tourists from other places often come to Elton Fort for swimming on weekends, so there are many people who leave the station with me. I had just walked a few steps when I suddenly saw a big bird flying slowly in the air quite far from the ground. It moves very slowly, sometimes flapping its wings and sometimes gliding.

For a while, I wasn't sure what kind of bird it was. It's too heavy to call it a vulture. It's said to be a stork, but it's not big enough, and when the stork flies to this height, its neck and legs should still be visible.

At this time, it suddenly tilted. The afterglow of the sunset shines on the bottom of its huge wings, just like the night sky glows with stars. I can see that this is an Bai Niao god! Isn't this cocoa? Its wings are moving steadily, doesn't it clearly show that it is going to fly for a long time?

What should I do? Should I call it? By the way, have you ever heard the song of cockatoo? If not, just think about the howling when you kill a pig in the old way, and then amplify it several times with a megaphone. If a person uses all his strength, screams and screams "oh-ah", although it is not as powerful as a parrot, it sounds quite similar.

I used to call it that, and every time it came back to me, but now it flies so high, I don't know if it will listen, because birds generally don't like to fly in a straight line from top to bottom. Do you want to scream or not? That moment really embarrassed me. If I call it, it will fly away without care. How should I explain it to the people next to me?

But I called anyway. People around you are rooted there. Coco spread his wings, hesitated for a moment, then put away his wings and swooped down, stopping only on my outstretched arm. Thank god, I'm finally relieved.

Another time, the bird's practical joke scared me. My father was old at that time, and he liked to take a nap on the balcony in the southwest of our house.

Although I don't approve of him sleeping in the strong sunshine, he refuses to let anyone change his old habits. One day when he was taking a nap, I suddenly heard him swearing loudly like a soldier on the balcony. I hurried there, only to see the old gentleman bend over and stumble past, his hands tightly around his waist.

"My God, are you sick?" "No," he said angrily, "I'm not sick at all, but that bastard bit off all the buttons on my pants while I was sleeping."

This parrot is really infatuated with my mother. It is crazy about my mother: it dances around her in all kinds of strange postures, opening its beautiful crown hair at once and closing it again at once; Wherever she goes, it follows; If she were not here, she would be as diligent as when she first came to me.

My mother has four sisters. One day, my menstruation and several familiar old ladies were having tea in our corridor. They sat around a big round table, with a plate of fresh strawberries just picked from the garden in front of each person, and a shallow plate of fine powdered sugar in the center of the table.

This parrot, intentionally or unintentionally, flew outside and happened to see my mother hosting a tea party inside. In the blink of an eye, it has already swooped down. Although the door in the corridor is wide, it is narrower than its open wings. Probably parked in front of my mom as usual.

This time, things are not so simple. When it finally landed on the table, it found strange faces all around. It thought for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, swept the desktop like a helicopter, turned and disappeared.

After that, the powdered sugar disappeared from the plate, but around the table sat seven old ladies covered with powdered sugar. Their faces are as pale as lepers, and everyone's eyes are tightly closed. It's really beautiful!

Extended data:

This article is selected from King Solomon's Ring, and selected into the first volume of the seventh grade (People's Education Edition 20 16), lesson 19 (in 20 17 years, due to the adjustment of teaching materials, the number of lessons in this article was raised to 17).

Animal Joke is a lively and humorous popular science article, which introduces the interesting things that happened when the author observed the behavior of ducks and parrots, expresses respect and love for life, and causes people to care for animals and think about human behavior: no artistic expression can describe the truth and touching of life.

The author Konrad Lorenz is an Austrian zoologist, animal psychologist, ornithologist and Nobel Prize winner. He is generally regarded as one of the founders of modern animal behavior.

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