One day，a little monkey and a little fox went out to play. They saw an apple tree on the other side of the river. There were many big and red apples on it. But there was no bridge over the river. The monkey thought hard and had an idea. They pulled down a tree and put it over the river as a bridge.

The monkey said，"My old friend，you go there first." But after the fox went to the other side，he kicked（踢）the tree into the river and ran to the apple tree." How can I get there without the tree？"cried the monkey. The fox laughed and said，"You just stand there and watch me eating the apples.” The monkey was very angry.

Suddenly it began to rain.The water level（水位）in the river rose（上涨）and the tree flew away with the water.” You can eat all the apples. But you can't come back，"shouted the monkey. The fox stopped eating and looked at the monkey sadly.

Many years ago a poor man, Sam Green, bought a small piece of farmland from Mr Smith. One day when Sam was working on the farmland, he found a box buried in the soil(埋在土里). Then he opened it, and he was surprised to find that it was full of valuable(珍贵的) gold coins.

Sam could keep the coins for himself, but he was so honest(诚实的). Sam went to Mr Smith’s house at once and showed him the coins. Then Sam told Mr Smith how the coins were found.

   But Mr Smith didn’t want to accept them. He said, “The coins were probably buried by my ancestors. Now you find the coins, so they are yours, not mine.”

At last, the two men decided to put the coins into two equal parts. And each of them got one half.

Every morning after breakfast, Wilbur walked out to the road with Fern and waited with her till the bus came. She would wave good-bye to him, and he would stand and watch the bus until it vanished around a turn. While Fern was in school, Wilbur was shut up inside his yard. But as soon as she got home in the afternoon, she would take him out and he would follow her around the place. If she went into the house, Wilbur went, too. If she went upstairs, Wilbur would wait at the bottom step until she came down again. If she took her doll for a walk in the doll carriage, Wilbur followed along. Sometimes, on these journeys, Wilbur would get tired, and Fern would pick him up and put him in the carriage alongside the doll. He liked this. And if he was very tired, he would close his eyes and go to sleep under the doll's blanket. He looked cute when his eyes were closed, because his lashes were so long. The doll would close her eyes, too, and Fern would wheel the carriage very slowly and smoothly so as not to wake her infants.

One warm afternoon, Fern and Avery put on bathing suits and went down to the brook for a swim. Wilbur tagged along at Fern's heels. When she waded into the brook, Wilbur waded in with her. He found the water quite cold--too cold for his liking. So while the children swam and played and splashed water at each other, Wilbur amused himself in the mud along the edge of the brook, where it was warm and moist and delightfully sticky and oozy.

Every day was a happy day, and every night was peaceful.

Wilbur was what farmers call a spring pig, which simply means that he was born in springtime. When he was five weeks old, Mr. Arable said he was now big enough to sell, and would have to be sold. Fern broke down and wept. But her father was firm about it. Wilbur's appetite had increased; he was beginning to eat scraps of food in addition to milk. Mr. Arable was not willing to provide for him any longer. He had already sold Wilbur's ten brothers and sisters.

"He's got to go, Fern," he said. "You have had your fun raising a baby pig, but Wilbur is not a baby any longer and he has got to be sold."

—taken from Charlotte’s Web