[Children's Story Rooster's Story] Children's Story Brave Rooster

Children's Story The Story of the Rooster Part I: The Story of the Little Rooster Who Loves Beauty. Little cock is really proud, wearing little red riding hood and colorful clothes. ? Wow, look how beautiful I am! ? .

One morning, the rooster ran into the Woods and met a woodpecker. ? Aunt Woodpecker, Aunt Woodpecker, look at my little red riding hood and my colorful clothes. Oh, no one can compare! Gnome male-",rooster, stop bragging and go for a walk in the Woods to see who is beautiful and ugly! ?

The rooster, unconvinced, fluttered forward and met a bee collecting honey. ? Bees, bees, let's compare who is beautiful! ? . The little bee smiled slightly. I'm busy picking honey, you go and compare with others! ?

The cock blushed and flapped his wings and walked forward. He met a frog that caught insects. Little frog, little frog, who is beautiful, let's compare! ? Little frog, croak: I am busy catching pests, so you'd better compete with others! ?

The rooster is very angry. He flapped forward and met a rabbit digging the ground. ? Rabbit, rabbit, let's compare who is beautiful! ? Little rabbit waved his hand. I'm busy planting radishes. You're all right. Go! ?

The rooster was angry, flapped his wings and walked forward. He met a squirrel picking pinecones. ? Squirrel, squirrel, who is beautiful, let's compare! ? The little squirrel smiled: I am busy picking pine cones. What are you doing wandering around?

The cock let out his breath, dragged his tail forward and met a white horse with something on his back. Brother White Horse, Brother White Horse, you see how beautiful I am, but no one looks down on me! ? The white horse smiled and told the cock, Little Red Riding Hood and fancy clothes are nothing. People who love their jobs are really beautiful! ?

The rooster got up early, got up early and hissed, telling everyone that it was dawn, and everyone was very happy. The rooster will never say it again? See how beautiful I am? But everyone praises him as a beautiful rooster!

Children's Story Rooster's Story 2: The story of two cockfights There is a beautiful hen, and all the little cocks around her are fascinated by her beauty and like her very much. Beautiful hens want to choose a suitable object for themselves from them. The hen thinks that a strong and brave rooster can bring her a sense of security, so she announces to the courting rooster:? Let's play a game! I'll marry whoever wins! ? In order to compete for a beautiful hen, two cocks fought. They fought fiercely, and after several rounds, they were still neck and neck. Finally, one of the cocks defeated the other.

The defeated rooster was ashamed and had to hide in a covered shack to avoid being humiliated by others. But the winning rooster flew to the high wall and shouted to show off his success. Just then, an eagle suddenly flew over and caught the rooster standing on the high wall.

The proud rooster disappeared. The rooster who had been hiding in the nest to avoid shame after the defeat jumped out of the nest and happily married a beautiful hen, and lived a harmonious, beautiful and carefree life together.

Children's Story The Story of the Rooster Part III: The Story of the Half Rooster Once upon a time, there was a beautiful hen who lived happily in a farm yard. She has many children, and each child has an ugly rooster, so it is very eye-catching. In fact, he is only half a chicken because he has only one eye, one wing and one leg. His father is the most beautiful rooster in Fiona Fang within twenty miles, but he is more proud than his father. He thinks he is the leader of the pack, and other cocks tease him. He thinks others are jealous of him.

One day, this little cock said to his mother: Listen, mom, I'm tired of staying in the country. I have decided to go to Beijing. I want to see the king and queen. ?

The poor mother trembled with fear at his words. ? Children? She shouted. Who are you listening to? Your father has never left this yard in his life, but he has become the pride of the whole family. Where can I find such a yard? Where can there be more abundant food, safer shelter and more love for your family?

No? Half a cockerel retorted that he was proud that he could speak a few words of Latin. My brothers are all stupid and vulgar! ?

But ... children? Mom said,? Why don't you look in the mirror? Don't you know that you are missing an eye and a leg?

Can you blame me? Cried the little cock. It's you. You should be ashamed. Didn't you let me come into this world like this? This is all your fault! What kind of egg was I born from? Are they male eggs?

No, no, my child. Cried the mother. Male eggs can only hatch monsters. You are my egg, but you are the last one to hatch. I was exhausted. You were born this way. Look, it's not my fault. Maybe not. ? Half a cockerel replied. At this time, his crown was as red as pomegranate. ? Maybe I can find a surgeon who can plant a stump for me. Nothing can be said. I'm going anyway. ?

Seeing that her son's determination could not be changed, the mother said to him. My child, you should at least listen to your old mother's advice. You can't go to church with a portrait of St. Petrus; The saint doesn't like chickens very much. Avoid people we call chefs. They are our sworn enemies. What did you say? Amen? Otherwise, they will break your neck. Well, my child, may God and the protection of travelers be with you, holy Raphael. Go to your father and ask for his blessing. ? Half a cockerel walked up to his father, kissed his feet and begged his blessing. The awesome rooster's blessing to him is more dignified than caressing, because his father doesn't like this son very much and thinks he is too arrogant and stubborn. Mother was moved by the truth and kept wiping her tears with dry leaves. Half a cockerel walks on its legs; He patted his single wing, crowed three times and said goodbye to his home.

He came to an almost dry stream ―― it was midsummer and the gurgling stream was blocked by branches. When the stream saw the rooster, it called him. You see, my friend, how weak I am. I can hardly flow. I have no strength to push away these annoying branches that stop me from running forward. If you can peck the branch open with your mouth, it will help me out of trouble. In return, you can not only drink my water to quench your thirst, but also count on me to work for you if the rain restores my strength. ? The rooster replied:? I can help you, but I don't want to. Will a turbid current help me? Before you believe me, you will think of me. ? The stream gurgled faintly.

Please don't threaten me. ? The cockerel shouted angrily. You are looking forward to the flood now. ? He took another step forward. At this time, he met the wind; The wind died down on the ground.

Dear rooster, the wind said? In this world, we must all depend on each other. Come and see me. Look, what hot summer has done to me! How strong I was. Haven't you seen me make waves and destroy the countryside? If you can lift me a few inches high with your mouth and fan me with your wings, that will be enough. I can fly again and reach the cave where my mother and my sisters-brides of the wind-are mending the clouds torn by me. They will fry a bowl of delicious soup for me to restore my strength. ?

Sir? The little cock replied? Your Excellency has teased me enough. You used to blow me from behind and spread my tail like a fan so that everyone could see my jokes. No, my friend, what goes around comes around. I won't help you. Goodbye, you liar! ?

After that, the rooster coughed three times, shook his feathers hard and continued on his way.

Then he came to a cut wheat field. The farmer lit the stubble and a small column of smoke rose. A little cock jumped nearby and saw a small fire going out.

Dear rooster, I shouted. You're just in time. Please save my life. I'm going out without fuel. I don't know where my brother Feng is. He always came to help me when I was killed. Bring me some straw and let me burn it. What do you have to do with me? ? The little cock shouted.

Who knows if you need my help one day? No one can predict what will happen tomorrow! ?

Yo! ? Cried the little cock. Do you still want to teach me a lesson Here you go, here you go! ? He covered the embers with ashes and began to cry again, as if he had done something great.

Half a cockerel finally came to Beijing. He stopped in front of a church and asked, What kind of church is this? Someone answered, this is the church of St. Petraeus. He stood defiantly in front of the church and cried until his throat was hoarse. He deliberately tried to provoke the saint, and of course his mother.

He went into the palace to meet the king and queen. At this moment, the guard shouted to him:? Get out! ? He was startled and hurried back. Later, he found a side door where many people came in and out. Someone answered his inquiry and told him that these people were the king's cooks. But he ignored his mother's warning and didn't avoid it. Instead, he stood up and walked straight towards them. A young cook caught him and broke his neck. The cook then called for water to iron the rooster's hair.

Oh, water, my dear water, kind water, help me, don't burn me, have pity on me! ?

Do you sympathize with me when I ask you for help? The water replied. He was so angry that he scalded the rooster from head to toe, which made the young chef lose his feathers effortlessly. The cook put half a chicken on the iron fork again.

Fire, dear fire, kind fire? The evil karma ghost shouted,? You are so powerful, for my pity's sake, just give me some sympathy, restrain your flame and stop burning me. ?

Shameless guy? Fire said,? How dare you beg me? Have you forgotten that you almost suffocated me? In fact, fire is not satisfied with roasting the rooster golden yellow, but roasting him as black as charcoal.

When the cook saw him baked like this, he grabbed his leg and threw him out of the window. He was blown away by the wind.

Wind, my dear wind, respectable wind, your power is unparalleled. You never belong to anyone, but you take the most. Please give me sympathy and let me rest on this dunghill. ?

Let you talk with your breath and spin like a top. Never! ?

The wind finally blew half a cockerel to the spire of the church bell tower. St Peter caught him and nailed him there, so we can still see him now: he was black and thin, naked and exposed to the wind and rain. It's just that now he doesn't call half a rooster or a weather vane.