Phyllis A Johnson
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I love writting.
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The Emperor's New Clothes
Many years ago there was an emperor who was very fond of wearing nice new clothes. He spent all his money on clothes to be well dressed, and he did not care at all for his army, nor did he like to go to the theater. He also didn't like to take a carriage ride to the park unless it was to show off his new clothes. He had to change into a new set of clothes every bell of the day. When people referred to the emperor they always said, "The emperor is in the boardroom." But when people referred to him, they always said, "The emperor is in the dressing room."
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Flintbox
Once he thought to himself, "It is a strange thing that people cannot go to see the princess. Everyone says she is very beautiful; but what is the point of her living alone in that copper palace with many towers? Can't I see her at all? --Where is my lighter?" He rubbed out a spark, and immediately "hush", the dog with the eyes of a teacup jumped out.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Flintbox
There's a soldier on the highway in open stride - one, two! One, two! He was carrying a marching bag and a long sword at his waist, for he had been in several wars and was now going home. On his way he ran into an old hag; she was a very loathsome figure, with her lower lip hanging down to her tits. She said: "Good night, soldier! What a fine sword you have, and what a big marching bag you have, and what a soldier you are! Now you can have as much money as you like."
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
The Last War Elephant
The Zhaogang leader of Xishuangbanna once had a formidable team of elephant soldiers. The so-called elephant soldiers were the army that rode on elephants to fight. The elephant soldiers not only move fast but also can use the long trunk to split the enemy, with the elephant hoof to step on the enemy, directly involved in the battle. A large herd of elephants, pouncing on the enemy like a mountain, battle dust rolled, roar, unstoppable.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Blind fox clear nest
Red foxes have a habit of clearing their nests, which is when adults violently remove their yearlings from their nests and force them to leave their homes. This is to reduce the food pressure in the same territory and to free up space for the next crop of young. At the age of one, the young foxes are not yet capable of living independently, and overnight they are turned into wandering children with no one to depend on. According to zoologists, the highest mortality rate of baby foxes is in the ten days after they are cleared from their nests, and about 30% of them die during this period. In my impression, the red fox clearing nest, selfish and cruel, is a very inhumane bad habit.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Red Goat
Cyril has devoted all of her love to her. She wants to make him a brave and responsible new ram. Whenever the sheep are walking through the marshes, Silhouette always puts him in the front. When a storm comes, the other sheep hide under the cliffs, but she walks amidst the thunder and lightning. Sometimes, when she came across small predatory beasts like foxes and badgers, she started to take the initiative. Soon, a pair of sharp horns grew on the top of its head. Once the flock passed by a rocky hill and found a hideous wolf fallen behind a strange rock.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Red Goat
The big male wolf Heibao hid behind a dead tree scorched by lightning. A pair of hungry wolf eyes were staring at the front. There was the last pass of the divine Sheep Peak leading to Ga'maer Grassland. In a moment, the Kanas Red Cliff sheep flock would pass through here.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Nanny Python
The son was born in the remote and barbaric Manguanglao village, behind the village is Xialuo Mountain, and in front of it is Brown Mountain, both of which are majestic primitive forests. A mother bear pushed through the bamboo fence of the village headman's house, slapped the watchdog to death, and carried away the village headman's new grandson, who had just turned one year old. The six-year-old child, who can not speak, can not walk upright, only howling like a bear, only limbs on the ground like a beast crawling, became an authentic bear child ......
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Mixed Blood Jackal King
do not dare to do not have the courage to fight to the death with hunters and hounds. Jackals are well aware of the power of people and are especially afraid of the fire-breathing shotgun in their hands. The two male jackals dare to stop and kill each other, and they are not their opponents.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Being neighbors with crows 03
Their feathers are still dark and lustrous, but after looking at them for a long time, I don't think they are very ugly, and their cries are still hoarse and vulgar, after getting used to hearing them, I don't find them particularly noisy and harsh. Sometimes, when the sun was setting, I sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, thinking about my relatives in Shanghai, and I was already sad at dusk, when the bleak call of the crows in the linden tree came from the twilight, listening to it, my tears flowed out unconsciously, and my grievances that I was forced to send down to the border countryside got some kind of catharsis, and my helpless loneliness seemed to get some solace, so my mood became slightly calmer.
By Phyllis A Johnson2 years ago in Fiction