A day of magic flying

Author: Xiao Dingli / Country:
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Publish Date: 2004-04-01
Features: "What does this have to do with me." The printer coldly printed a paper and read it to Father Bird. "You've been living in my house for three days and still say it has nothing to do with you! You scoundrel, get out! Stop making that noise and stop bothering me!" Father Bird shouted. The printer didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before disappearing without a trace. Mother Bird flew over and trembled, saying, "Be a little more polite to your guests. Why are you making such a fuss? Oh, our home!" Bird's home had been crushed to bits by the printer. "This big-bottomed monster, if I see him again, I'll give him a good scolding!" Father Bird stood on a branch, panting and shouting. The printer ran to a cloud and lay there sulking: "Sigh, I'm really useless, a nuisance to everyone! I might as well just lie here in this cloud for the rest of my life, never making another sound." The printer fell asleep on the cloud.
The wind blew, and the cloud drifted forward. When the printer woke up, he heard bursts of laughter and chatter, lively and noisy. He turned over and got up, looking down. "Wow, so many children!" he exclaimed. They were running, jumping, shouting, and making a ruckus. "This is much louder than my printing sound," the printer muttered to himself. He didn't realize it was a school.
The printer rode the cloud, making it lower and lower so he could see the children's faces clearly. "Great! Finally, I've found someone even louder than me!" the printer happily laughed. He felt excited and started printing loudly and quickly, then tossed a note down to the children. The children, who were playing, looked at the note and searched everywhere, not knowing where it came from. But when they read the words, they were all happy. The note said: "Children, I like you!"
The printer hid in the cloud, playing hide-and-seek with the children. He didn't want them to see him right away. The printer was a very good memory, and he remembered every story he had printed for Mr. Wang. He tried to print stories and send them to the school. This story was very popular and spread throughout the school. Then, the printer printed a second story and a third story for the children. The children seemed to get used to it and stood in the school every day waiting for stories. Only after printing all of Mr. Wang's stories did the printer stop.
What should he do? There were no more stories, and the children would never like him again. The printer became scared. The printer grew sullen again.
One day, just as Father Bird and Mother Bird passed by, the printer, sitting on the cloud, looked indifferent. Mother Bird screamed, "Look, isn't that the monster? I heard he writes stories here, and it turns out he really has talent!" Mother Bird kept talking as she flew away. "I write stories? Haha, no, that wasn't me—it was Mr. Wang. Wait, why can't I write? I can make up my own stories too!" The printer took stories that happened between classmates, slightly changed them, and turned them into a great school story for the children.
When the children read the story, they cheered. Because it was about things that happened around them, they were thrilled. Seeing how much the children liked the story, the printer gained confidence and wrote more and more stories.
Later, the stories the printer wrote were compiled into a book, with the author listed as "The Sky Monster." Now, the printer is still on the cloud writing stories, and I hear there are several more books out now.
The Secret of the Red Box
Uncle Tall had a mysterious box in his house. It was made of dark red wood, and because Uncle Tall often rubbed it with his hands, it shone brightly. But that wasn't just an ordinary box—it could snore, like an old cat that snored every time you petted it. People passing by Uncle Tall's window could always hear the sound of "Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo."
Sometimes, Uncle Tall would talk to the box that snored; sometimes, he would lean against it and take a nap; and sometimes, he would just quietly watch the box without saying anything. Many people wanted to know the secret of the box that snored, but Uncle Tall never told them. Uncle Tall loved telling the secret of the box to himself. When he felt lonely, he would start telling himself the story of the box.
That day, he was telling the story again, and Mingming happened to pass by the window and heard it. Here's how Uncle Tall told his story:
The story happened thirty years ago, when Uncle Tall had just become Uncle Tall Dad. Uncle Tall Dad was over thirty and had only one son. Being a dad made him happier than being an emperor—hundred times happier. He sang while going to work, sang while coming home, and sang no matter what he did.
But later, Uncle Tall Dad's singing voice got smaller and smaller. Then, it disappeared altogether. Uncle Tall Dad realized that his son didn't cry, didn't laugh, and only slept and snored. His son was a sleeping son. The sleeping son's mother said, "Let's take our son to the hospital for a checkup." Uncle Tall Dad didn't want to see his son get shots or medicine. "Let him sleep, let him sleep peacefully," he said.
The sleeping son snored "Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo," from day to night and from night to day. When it was time to go to school, the sleeping son's mother said, "Let's send our son to school." Uncle Tall Dad thought a good son should be educated, so he agreed. But after only a couple of days, the sleeping son was sent back by the teacher. The teacher said, "Your sleeping son snores so loudly that all the students fall asleep. I can't teach!" Uncle Tall Dad said, "Alright, I won't send my sleeping son to school anymore."
The sleeping son continued to snore at home. This time, the snoring lasted so long that it went on until the sleeping son was old enough to work. The sleeping son's mother said, "It's time for our son to go to work." Uncle Tall Dad found a job for his son. The sleeping son worked in the morning, and in the afternoon, the manager carried him back. The manager wiped sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm exhausted. Your son's snoring not only makes the workers fall asleep but even puts the machines to sleep. He's been fired!"
After the manager left, Uncle Tall Dad kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" to the manager's back.