四年级英文童话故事：The Half-Chick
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四年级英文童话故事：
The
Half
-
Chick
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Once
upon
a
time
there
was
a
handsome
black
Spanish
hen,
who
had
a
large
brood of chickens. They were all fine,
plump little birds, except the youngest, who
was
quite
unlike
his
brothers
and
sisters.
Indeed,
he
was
such
a
strange,
queer
-
looking
creature, that when he first chipped his shell his
mother could scarcely
believe her eyes,
he was so different from the twelve other fluffy,
downy, soft little
chicks who nestled
under her wings. This one looked just as if he had
been cut in two.
He had only one leg,
and one wing, and one eye, and he had half a head
and half a
beak. His mother shook her
head sadly as she looked at him and
said:
'My youngest born is only a
half
-
chick. He can never
grow up a tall handsome
cock like his
brothers. They will go out into the world and rule
over poultry yards of
their
own;
but
this
poor
little
fellow
will
always
have
to
stay
at
home
with
his
mother.'
And she called him Medio Pollito, which is Spanish
for half
-
chick.
Now
though
Medio
Pollito
was
such
an
odd,
helpless
-
looking
little
thing,
his
mother
soon
found
that
he
was
not
at
all
willing
to
remain
under
her
wing
and
protection. Indeed, in
character he was as unlike his brothers and
sisters as he was in
appearance. They
were good, obedient chickens, and when the old hen
chicked after
them, they chirped and
ran back to her side. But Medio Pollito had a
roving spirit in
spite
of
his
one
leg,
and
when
his
mother
called
to
him
to
return
to
the
coop,
he
pretended that he could
not hear, because he had only one ear.
When
she
took
the
whole
family
out
for
a
walk
in
the
fields,
Medio
Pollito
would
hop
away
by
himself,
and
hide
among
the
Indian
corn.
Many
an
anxious
minute
his brothers and sisters had looking for him,
while his mother ran to and fro
cackling in fear and dismay.
As he grew
older he became more
self
-
willed and disobedient,
and his manner to
his
mother
was
often
very
rude,
and
his
temper
to
the
other
chickens
very
disagreeable.
One day he had been out for
a longer expedition than usual in the fields. On
his
return he strutted up to his mother
with the peculiar little hop and kick which was
his
way of walking, and cocking his one
eye at her in a very bold way he said:
'Mother,
I
am
tired
of
this
life
in
a
dull
farmyard,
with
nothing
but
a
dreary
maize field to look
at. I'm off to Madrid to see the King.'
'To Madrid,
Medio Pollito!' exclaimed his mother; 'why, you
silly chick, it would
be a long journey
for a grown
-
up cock, and a
poor little thing like you would be tired
out before you had gone half the
distance. No, no, stay at home with your mother,
and
some day, when you are bigger, we
will go a little journey together.'
But Medio
Pollito had made up his mind, and he would not
listen to his mother's
advice, nor to
the prayers and entreaties of his brothers and
sisters.
'What is the use of ou
r all crowding
each other up in this poky little place?' he said.
'When I have a
fine
courtyard of
my
own
at
the
King's
palace,
I
shall
perhaps
ask
some
of
you to
come and pay me a short visit,' and
scarcely waiting to say
good
-
bye to his family,
away he stumped down the high road that
led to Madrid.