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. CAT AND MOUSE IN PARTNERSHIP A certain cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her, that at length the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. ‘But we must make a provision for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger,’ said the cat; ‘and you, little mouse, cannot venture everywhere, or you will be caught in a trap some day.’ The good advice was followed, and a pot of fat was bought, but they did not know where to put it. At length, after much consideration, the cat said: ‘I know no place where it will be better stored up than in the church, for no one dares take anything away from there. We will set it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are really in need of it.’ So the pot was placed in safety, but it was not long before the cat had a great yearning for it, and said to the mouse: ‘I want to tell you something, little mouse; my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and has asked me to be godmother; he is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the font at the christening. Let me go out today, and you look after the house by yourself.’ ‘Yes, yes,’ answered the mouse, ‘by all means go, and if you get anything very good to eat, think of me. I should like a drop of sweet red christening wine myself.’ All this, however, was untrue; the cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home. ‘Well, here you are again,’ said the mouse, ‘no doubt you have had a merry day.’ ‘All went off well,’ answered the cat. ‘What name did they give the child?’ ‘Top off!’ said the cat quite coolly. ‘Top off!’ cried the mouse, ‘that is a very odd and uncommon name, is it a usual one in your family?’ ‘What does that matter,’ said the cat, ‘it is no worse than Crumb-stealer, as your godchildren are called.’ Before long the cat was seized by another fit of yearning. She said to the mouse: ‘You must do me a favour, and once more manage the house for a day alone. I am again asked to be godmother, and, as the child has a white ring round its neck, I cannot refuse.’ The good mouse consented, but the cat crept behind the town walls to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. ‘Nothing ever seems so good as what one keeps to oneself,’ said she, and was quite satisfied with her day’s work. When she went home the mouse inquired: ‘And what was the child christened?’ ‘Half-done,’ answered the cat. ‘Half-done! What are you saying? I never heard the name in my life, I’ll wager anything it is not in the calendar!’ The cat’s mouth soon began to water for some more licking. ‘All good things go in threes,’ said she, ‘I am asked to stand godmother again. The child is quite black, only it has white paws, but with that exception, it has not a single white hair on its whole body; this only happens once every few years, you will let me go, won’t you?’ ‘Top- off! Half-done!’ answered the mouse, ‘they are such odd names, they make me very thoughtful.’ ‘You sit at home,’ said the cat, ‘in your dark-grey fur coat and long tail, and are filled with fancies, that’s because you do not go out in the daytime.’ During the cat’s absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order, but the greedy cat entirely emptied SCHOOL TEACHING FESTIVAL Teacher: Ms Nguyen Thi Quynh Ngoc Lien Primary School Sing and do: “Let’s count from to 10” Warm up game: “change the role” Questions Answers How are you? a Fine, thank you What’s your name? b My name’s Tony How old are you? c I’m eight years old How you spell your name? d L-I-N-D-A Are they your friends? e Yes, they are Thursday, October 26th , 2017 English Period 24: Short Story: Cat and Mouse (P 1,2,3,4) 49 I’m are you fine your I’m meet you you spell Na : Nam : Na : Nam : Na : Nam : Linh : Nam : Linh : Hi, I’m Na How are you? I’m fine, thank you And you? I’m fine How old are you? I’m eight How about you? I’m nine Nam, this is my friend, Linh Nice to meet you ,Linh Nice to meet you too, Nam How you spell “Nam”? N-A-M How you spell “Linh”? L-I-N-H OUR MINI SHOW-Dramatise conversation HOMEWORK: 1.Read the story again (page 38 Student’s Book) Retell the story again by yourself THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION To Frances Cat and Mouse in the Night Electronic book published by ipicturebooks.com 24 W 25th St New York, NY 10011 For more ebooks, visit us at: http://www.ipicturebooks.com All rights reserved Copyright © 1998 by Tomek Bogacki Distributed in ebook fromat by ipicturebooks.com No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher e-ISBN 1-58824-329-X Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Bogacki, Tomasz Cat and mouse in the night / Tomek Bogacki — 1st ed p cm “Frances Foster books.” Summary: Their inattentiveness strands a little mouse and a little cat in the meadow after dark, where their fear turns into a wonderful discovery ISBN 0-374-70135-0 [ Mice—Fiction Cats—Fiction Night—Fiction.] I Title PZ7.B6357825Can 1998 Tomek Bogacki C at in the and Mo u s e N ight Early one morning, three little mice left their home, as they did every day And three little cats left their home, too They met in the meadow and played together all day long, until the sun went down “It’s getting late It’s time to go home,” said the little mice “It’s getting dark We should go home, too,” said the little cats But one little mouse and one little cat did not pay attention to the others They heard a strange sound above their heads “Who-hoo-hoo!” “Don’t be afraid,” said the owl “It’s a beautiful night.” “A beautiful night?” wondered the little mouse and the little cat “It’s so dark and scary.” “Oh, you must see it from the top of the tree,” said the owl Then the little cat and the little mouse became curious, so they followed the owl up, up, up to the top of the tree “Look!” said the owl The moon shone and the stars sparkled “Oh!” said the cat and the mouse “It is beautiful!” Next morning, the other little cats and the other little mice went out to look for their brother and their sister “Why didn’t you come home last night?” asked the little mice “Where were you?” asked the little cats “Wait and we will show you,” answered their brother and sister, mysteriously At the end of the day, when it began to get dark, the little cat and the little mouse showed their brothers and sisters how to climb the big tree “Look!” they said when they reached the top “Oh!” said the others in amazement And they all spent the night at the top of the tree, close to the moon and the stars, just watching [...]... dark and scary.” “Oh, you must see it from the top of the tree,” said the owl Then the little cat and the little mouse became curious, so they followed the owl up, up, up to the top of the tree “Look!” said the owl The moon shone and the stars sparkled “Oh!” said the cat and the mouse “It is beautiful!” Next morning, the other little cats and the other little mice went out to look for their brother and. .. their sister “Why didn’t you come home last night? ” asked the little mice “Where were you?” asked the little cats “Wait and we will show you,” answered their brother and sister, mysteriously At the end of the day, when it began to get dark, the little cat and the little mouse showed their brothers and sisters how to climb the big tree “Look!” they said when they reached the top “Oh!” said the others...They kept on playing Suddenly the world around them looked very different “It’s so dark here,” said the frightened little cat “We shouldn’t have stayed out so late,” said the little mouse in a trembling voice They heard a strange sound above their heads “Who-hoo-hoo!” “Don’t be afraid,” said the owl “It’s a beautiful night. ” “A beautiful night? ” wondered the little mouse and the little cat “It’s... and the little mouse showed their brothers and sisters how to climb the big tree “Look!” they said when they reached the top “Oh!” said the SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY The Princess And The Puma There had to be a king and queen, of course. The king was a terrible old man who wore six-shooters and spurs, and shouted in such a tremendous voice that the rattlers on the prairie would run into their holes under the prickly pear. Before there was a royal family they called the man "Whispering Ben." When he came to own 50,000 acres of land and more cattle than he could count, they called him O'Donnell "the Cattle King." The queen had been a Mexican girl from Laredo. She made a good, mild, Colorado-claro wife, and even succeeded in teaching Ben to modify his voice sufficiently while in the house to keep the dishes from being broken. When Ben got to be king she would sit on the gallery of Espinosa Ranch and weave rush mats. When wealth became so irresistible and oppressive that upholstered chairs and a centre table were brought down from San Antone in the wagons, she bowed her smooth, dark head, and shared the fate of the Danae. To avoid lese-majeste you have been presented first to the king and queen. They do not enter the story, which might be called "The Chronicle of the Princess, the Happy Thought, and the Lion that Bungled his Job." Josefa O'Donnell was the surviving daughter, the princess. From her mother she inherited warmth of nature and a dusky, semi-tropic beauty. From Ben O'Donnell the royal she acquired a store of intrepidity, common sense, and the faculty of ruling. The combination was one worth going miles to see. Josefa while riding her pony at a gallop could put five out of six bullets through a tomato-can swinging at the end of a string. She could play for hours with a white kitten she owned, dressing it in all manner of absurd clothes. Scorning a pencil, she could tell you out of her head what 1545 two- year-olds would bring on the hoof, at $8.50 per head. Roughly speaking, the Espinosa Ranch is forty miles long and thirty broad--but mostly leased land. Josefa, on her pony, had prospected over every mile of it. Every cow- puncher on the range knew her by sight and was a loyal vassal. Ripley Givens, foreman of one of the Espinosa outfits, saw her one day, and made up his mind to form a royal matrimonial alliance. Presumptuous? No. In those days in the Nueces country a man was a man. And, after all, the title of cattle king does not presuppose blood royalty. Often it only signifies that its owner wears the crown in token of his magnificent qualities in the art of cattle stealing. One day Ripley Givens rode over to the Double Elm Ranch to inquire about a bunch of strayed yearlings. He was late in setting out on his return trip, and it was sundown when he struck the White Horse Crossing of the Nueces. From there to his own camp it was sixteen miles. To the Espinosa ranch it was twelve. Givens was tired. He decided to pass the night at the Crossing. There was a fine water hole in the river-bed. The banks were thickly covered with great trees, undergrown with brush. Back from the water hole fifty yards was a stretch of curly mesquite grass--supper for his horse and bed for himself. Givens staked his horse, and spread out his saddle blankets to dry. He sat down with his back against a tree and rolled a cigarette. From somewhere in the dense timber along the river came a sudden, rageful, shivering wail. The pony danced at the end of his rope and blew a whistling snort of comprehending fear. Givens puffed at his HOÀNG THỊ MAI HƯƠNG TRƯỜNG TIỂU HỌC ĐẠI THÀNH 49 I’m are you fine your I’m meet you you spell Na : Nam : Na : Nam : Na : Nam : Linh : Nam : Linh : I’m Na How are you? I’m fine, thank you And you? I’m fine How old are you? I’m eight How about you? I’m nine Nam, this is my friend, Linh Nice to meet you ,Linh Nice to meet you too, Nam How you spell SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY The Princess And The Puma There had to be a king and queen, of course. The king was a terrible old man who wore six-shooters and spurs, and shouted in such a tremendous voice that the rattlers on the prairie would run into their holes under the prickly pear. Before there was a royal family they called the man "Whispering Ben." When he came to own 50,000 acres of land and more cattle than he could count, they called him O'Donnell "the Cattle King." The queen had been a Mexican girl from Laredo. She made a good, mild, Colorado-claro wife, and even succeeded in teaching Ben to modify his voice sufficiently while in the house to keep the dishes from being broken. When Ben got to be king she would sit on the gallery of Espinosa Ranch and weave rush mats. When wealth became so irresistible and oppressive that upholstered chairs and a centre table were brought down from San Antone in the wagons, she bowed her smooth, dark head, and shared the fate of the Danae. To avoid lese-majeste you have been presented first to the king and queen. They do not enter the story, which might be called "The Chronicle of the Princess, the Happy Thought, and the Lion that Bungled his Job." Josefa O'Donnell was the surviving daughter, the princess. From her mother she inherited warmth of nature and a dusky, semi-tropic beauty. From Ben O'Donnell the royal she acquired a store of intrepidity, common sense, and the faculty of ruling. The combination was one worth going miles to see. Josefa while riding her pony at a gallop could put five out of six bullets through a tomato-can swinging at the end of a string. She could play for hours with a white kitten she owned, dressing it in all manner of absurd clothes. Scorning a pencil, she could tell you out of her head what 1545 two- year-olds would bring on the hoof, at $8.50 per head. Roughly speaking, the Espinosa Ranch is forty miles long and thirty broad--but mostly leased land. Josefa, on her pony, had prospected over every mile of it. Every cow- puncher on the range knew her by sight and was a loyal vassal. Ripley Givens, foreman of one of the Espinosa outfits, saw her one day, and made up his mind to form a royal matrimonial alliance. Presumptuous? No. In those days in the Nueces country a man was a man. And, after all, the title of cattle king does not presuppose blood royalty. Often it only signifies that its owner wears the crown in token of his magnificent qualities in the art of cattle stealing. One day Ripley Givens rode over to the Double Elm Ranch to inquire about a bunch of strayed yearlings. He was late in setting out on his return trip, and it was sundown when he struck the White Horse Crossing of the Nueces. From there to his own camp it was sixteen miles. To the Espinosa ranch it was twelve. Givens was tired. He decided to pass the night at the Crossing. There was a fine water hole in the river-bed. The banks were thickly covered with great trees, undergrown with brush. Back from the water hole fifty yards was a stretch of curly mesquite grass--supper for his horse and bed for himself. Givens staked his horse, and spread out his saddle blankets to dry. He sat down with his back against a tree and rolled a cigarette. From somewhere in the dense timber along the river came a sudden, rageful, shivering wail. The pony danced at the end of his rope and blew a whistling snort of comprehending fear. Givens puffed at his Teacher: Hoang Thi Mai Huong Let’s go for a walk Let’s read a book What are they doing? NiNi is listening to music are you fine like I I don’t . CAT AND MOUSE IN PARTNERSHIP A certain cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her, that . CAT AND MOUSE IN PARTNERSHIP A certain cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship she felt for her, that at length the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. ‘But we must make a provision for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger,’ said the cat; ‘and you, little mouse, cannot venture everywhere, or you will be caught in a trap some day.’ The good advice was followed, and a pot of fat was bought, but they did not know where to put it. At length, after much consideration, the cat said: ‘I know no place where it will be better stored up than in the church, for no one dares take anything away from there. We will set it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are really in need of it.’ So the pot was placed in safety, but it was not long before the cat had a great yearning for it, and said to the mouse: ‘I want to tell you something, little mouse; my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and has asked me to be godmother; he is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the font at the christening. Let me go out today, and you look after the house by yourself.’ ‘Yes, yes,’ answered the mouse, ‘by all means go, and if you get anything very good to eat, think of me. I should like a drop of sweet red christening wine myself.’ All this, however, was untrue; the cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godmother. She went straight to the church, stole to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked the top of the fat off. Then she took a walk upon the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched herself in the sun, and licked her lips whenever she thought of the pot of fat, and not until it was evening did she return home. ‘Well, here you are again,’ said the mouse, ‘no doubt you have had a merry day.’ ‘All went off well,’ answered the cat. ‘What name did they give the child?’ ‘Top off!’ said the cat quite coolly. ‘Top off!’ cried the mouse, ‘that is a very odd and uncommon name, is it a usual one in your family?’ ‘What does that matter,’ said the cat, ‘it is no worse than Crumb-stealer, as your godchildren are called.’ Before long the cat was seized by another fit of yearning. She said to the mouse: ‘You must do me a favour, and once more manage the house for a day alone. I am again asked to be godmother, and, as the child has a white ring round its neck, I cannot refuse.’ The good mouse consented, but the cat crept behind the town walls to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. ‘Nothing ever seems so good as what one keeps to oneself,’ said she, and was quite satisfied with her day’s work. When she went home the mouse inquired: ‘And what was the child christened?’ ‘Half-done,’ answered the cat. ‘Half-done! What are you saying? I never heard the name in my life, I’ll wager anything it is not in the calendar!’ The cat’s mouth soon began to water for some more licking. ‘All good things go in threes,’ said she, ‘I am asked to stand godmother again. The child is quite black, only it has white paws, but with that exception, it has not a single white hair on its whole body; this only happens once every few years, you will let me go, won’t you?’ ‘Top- off! Half-done!’ answered the mouse, ‘they are such odd names, they make me very thoughtful.’ ‘You sit at home,’ said the cat, ‘in your dark-grey fur coat and long tail, and are filled with fancies, that’s because you do not go out in the daytime.’ During the cat’s absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order, but the greedy cat entirely emptied Teacher: Hoang Thi Mai Huong Who’s Mimi? How many brothers and sisters you have? Where are they? How many rooms are there in your house? has two sisters No, he has one brother No, his name is Jack No, There are eight rooms brother rooms hello house mouse name’s name’s to meet you Nice to meet you ‘s your name To Frances Cat and ... L-I-N-D-A Are they your friends? e Yes, they are Thursday, October 26th , 2 017 English Period 24: Short Story: Cat and Mouse (P 1, 2,3,4) 49 I’m are you fine your I’m meet you you spell Na : Nam : Na...SCHOOL TEACHING FESTIVAL Teacher: Ms Nguyen Thi Quynh Ngoc Lien Primary School Sing and do: “Let’s count from to 10 ” Warm up game: “change the role” Questions Answers How are you? a Fine, thank... : Nam : Na : Nam : Na : Nam : Linh : Nam : Linh : Hi, I’m Na How are you? I’m fine, thank you And you? I’m fine How old are you? I’m eight How about you? I’m nine Nam, this is my friend, Linh