Lyman Frank Baum was born on May 15, 1856 in Chittenargo, New York. He began his writing career as a teenage reporter for the New York World. Within a couple of years, he became a publisher of a small town newspaper in Pennsylvania. As a youngster, Baum acted in road companies and wrote several plays. Most of these plays were musical comedies and one of them was even produced in New York. After a brief romance with the stage, he returned to journalism. Finally, he settled down in Chicago where he founded a trade journal which helped him to support his family consisting of his wife and four sons. He also continued to write fiction. His famous book The Wizard of Oz was first published in the year 1900. It became so popular among its readers that Baum wrote as many as thirteen sequels to the original story. In addition, he wrote a number of books for girls, under the pen-name of Edith Van Dyne.
I thought werewolves only existed in stories and late-night films. Now I know they are real. It's an incredible story but I am going to tell you everything. Then maybe you'll believe too. I remember exactly when my story started. It was on a Saturday afternoon at the beginning of November. I was pretending to be tidying up my room when actually I was sitting on my bed reading a horror story. It was starting to get dark and
The afternoon Hillary first saw the elf village, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you sure it isn't mice?" she asked Sara-Kate, who stood beside her, thin and nervous. "The houses are small enough for mice.” "No, it isn't," Sara-Kate said. "Mice don't make villages in people's backyards." Hillary got down on her hands and knees to look more closely. She counted the tiny houses. There were nine, each made of sticks bound delicately together with bits of string and wire. "And there's a well," she whispered, "with a bucket that winds down on a string to pull the water out.” "Not a bucket. A bottlecap!" snorted Sara-Kate, twitching her long, shaggy hair away from her face. She was eleven, two years older than Hillary, and she had never spoken to the younger girl before. She had hardly looked at her before. "Can I try drawing some water?" Hillary asked. Sara-Kate said, "No." The roofs of the houses were maple leaves attached to the sticks at jaunty angles. And because it was autumn, the leaves were lovely colors, orangered, reddish-orange, deep yellow.
One day, the Jungle Cubs started arguing about who was the fastest animal in the jungle. T'm a panther," Bagheera said. "That means I'm the swiftest animal here." Shere Khan then growled, "Tigers can run faster than panthers." Kaa slithered to the top of a rock. "And s-ssnakes can s-sslither faster than any furry beast around." he boasted.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little town called Hamelin. The people of Hamelin were all very happy, until the day the rats came.
Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a young prince in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything he could want, he was proud and greedy. On a cold winter night an oid beggar lady came and asked the prince for shelter for the night and offered him a rose in return. But the stonehearted prince turned her away. To his astonishment, at that moment, the old beggar lady turned into a beautiful fairy. before his very own eyes. The prince wanted to ask for forgiveness, but it was too late. The fairy had realised that there was no love in the prince's heart. As a punishment for his cruel heart, she turned him into a horrible beast. Then she cast a spell on everything in the castle including the servants.
Beneath the sea, all the sea creatures were swimming towards King Triton's magnificent palace. There was a concert and King Triton had invited everyone to attend it. His mermaid daughters danced while Sebastian, the crab - conducted the undersea orchestra.
একসময়ে একদেশে এক সম্রাট ছিলেন। সম্রাটের একমাত্র শখ নিত্যনতুন পােষাক পরা। রাজ্যের প্রজা-সৈন্য-সামন্ত এমনকি তার নিজের পরিবারের থেকেও সম্রাট পােষাকের প্রতি বেশি যত্নবান ছিলেন। কিছুদিনের মধ্যেই রাজ্যের বাৎসরিক উৎসবের দিন এসে গেল। সম্রাট ভাবলেন, এই উৎসব উপলক্ষ্যে এমন এক নতুন পােষাক পরবেন যা পৃথিবীর আর কারাের কাছে নেই। তিনি ঘােষণা করলেন, এমন পােষাক তার চাই যা পৃথিবীর মধ্যে হবে সবথেকে.....
The boy and the girl in the shop are our friends Peter and Jane. They have come to buy some toys. There are many toys in the shop. and the children take some time to find what they want. The man in the shop helps them. He linds a skipping rope for June and another long rope for Peter Then Peter tells him that he wants a gun. As the man goes to get a gun, Peter and his sister Took at the balloons. Jane takes red, white yellow and green balloons from the box "We will have all these." she says. They look at the books next Peter has a book about trains, and Jane finds the scrapbooks she wants. They are big scrapbooks. The man comes back. He has found a gun. Thank you." says Peter. as he gives the man his money, The children go home with their toys. Jane has the balloons, the skipping rope and the scrapbooks. Peter hits his long rope, his book and the gun.
"I'll get it!" David shouted. He caught the phone on the second ring. “David? It's Ellie,” said the voice at the other end. “Hi, Ellie! What's up?". Ellie Bell was David's best friend. She lived right next door. David and Ellie went to Rountree School together. They were both in Mr. Crane's third-grade class. "Can you come over?” Ellie asked. “Mary and Pat are here. We're playing Nutcracker ballet.”
"I've a good mind to!' said George. 'I can't imagine hols without the boys. Why - we shan't be the Five - the Famous Five - if they don't come! 'Woof!' said Timmy, quite agreeing. He sat down and tried to scratch his ear, but the big collar prevented him. He didn't seem to mind and ran off after a rabbit quite happily. 'I think you are more upset about that collar than Timmy,' said Anne, as they walked along. 'Are we getting near this place of yours, George? It's a jolly long way.' 'We go up this hill in front of us - and then drop down to a little copse,' said George. “There's a funny old cottage nearby-quite ruined and empty. At first I thought perhaps people lived. there, but when I went nearer I saw that it was ruined. There's a big old roserambler climbing all over it, even inside. I suppose the people who used to live there planted it.' They walked up the little hill and down again, following curving rabbit paths. 'Better look out for adders,' said Anne. 'This is just the kind of place for them. My word, it's hot, George. Is there anywhere to bathe near here - a pool or anything?' 'I don't know. We could explore and see,' said George. 'I did bring my swimsuit just in case. Look, you can see part of the old cottage now. My camp is fairly near there. I thought I'd better camp near the spring.' They were soon at George's rough little camp. Her tent was up, and she had made a bed inside of the springy heather.
I went invisible for the first time on my twelfth birthday. It was all Whitey's fault, in a way. Whitey is my dog. He's just a mutt, part terrier, part everything else. He's all black, so of course we named him Whitey. If Whitey hadn't been sniffing around in the attic... Well, maybe I'd better back up a bit and start at the beginning My birthday was on a rainy Saturday. It was a few minutes before kids would start arriving for my birthday party, so I was getting ready. Getting ready means brushing my hair. My brother is always on my case about my hair. He gives me a hard time because I spend so much time in front of the mirror brushing it and checking it out. The thing is, I just happen to have great hair.
There was a stunned silence. Then everyone started talking at once.
Lee said there were primitive tribes in the Amazon rain forest who couldn't count above there. Their counting system went, 'One, tow, three .... lost'. Even so, they were better at maths than him.
It was not that Omri didn't appreciate Patrick's birthday Present to him. Far from it. He was really very grateful soft of. It was, without a doubt, very kind of Patrick to give Omri anything at all,
I believe in fate and, looking back, I'm sure the fortune-teller was right. "Your name is Tina," she began. Then she shook her head. “No, but it starts with a 'T'', I'm sure of it."
One day Antonio goes to visit Alonso, the King of Naples, Alonso says to him. 'I don't like Prospero. Open the gates of Milan to me, and I can attack him.
When enough years had gone by to enable us to look back on them, we sometimes discussed the events leading to his accident. I maintain that the Ewells started it all, but Jem, who was four years my senior, said it started long before that. He said it began the summer Dill came to us, when Dill first gave us the idea of making Boo Radley come out. I said if he wanted to take a broad view of the thing, it really began with Andrew Jackson. If General Jackson hadn't run the Creeks up the creek, Simon Finch would never have paddled up the Alabama, and where would we be if he hadn't? We were far too old to settle an argument with a fist-fight, so we consulted Atticus. Our father said we were both right. Being Southerners, it was a source of shame to some members of the family that we had no recorded ancestors on either side of the Battle of Hastings. All we had was Simon Finch, a fur-trapping apothecary from Cornwall whose piety was exceeded only by his stinginess. In England, Simon was irritated by the persecution of those who called themselves Methodists at the hands of their more liberal brethren, and as Simon called himself a Methodist, he worked his way across the Atlantic to Philadelphia, thence to Jamaica, thence to Mobile, and up the Saint Stephens. Mindful of John Wesley's strictures on the use of many words in buying and selling, Simon made a pile practising medicine,
