英文幼兒小故事3篇

　　幼兒喜歡聽兒童故事是因為年齡小,智力及影響思維水平的相關生理因素尚不夠健全,下面這些是小編為大家推薦的幾篇之。

　　之1：Schoolboys Get Five

　　Travis and Paul were best friends and in the ninth grade. They didn’t like anything about school except the girls and the baseball. They were both on the junior high baseball team. Both wanted to be major league baseball players when they grew up.

　　On Thursday, baseball practice lasted for two hours after school. After practice, Travis and Paul were hungry and thirsty. Between them, they had $2.05. There was a small grocery store three blocks from the school.

　　“What can we buy for only $2?” asked Travis.

　　“We could split a soda and a candy bar,” replied Paul.

　　“That’s going to be hard to do, since I like orange soda and you like root beer,” said Travis. “And I hate peanuts in candy bars and you love them,” said Paul.

　　As they approached the store, they were still thinking about their problem. One solution, of course, was for one of them to pick the soda and the other to pick the candy bar. The problem with that solution would be that one of them would still be thirsty and the other would still be hungry.

　　“Wait a minute,” said Paul. “I’ve got an idea.” They stopped, and Paul told Travis his idea.

　　Mr. Cobb was the store owner. He had no use for kids. They were little people with little money. His eyes narrowed as he saw the boys approaching the store.

　　After they entered the store, Travis walked over to the big cooler that was filled with ice and sodas. Paul walked over to the candy bar section.

　　“Mr. Cobb, you don’t have any orange soda,” Travis said.

　　“Yes, I do. Just dig a little. You’ll find one.”

　　Travis dug for a minute.

　　“I still can’t find one.”

　　“Are you blind? I’ll be right there.”

　　Mr. Cobb started digging through the ice. Paul immediately put two candy bars into his trousers’ baggy pockets. He patted the pockets down a little bit.

　　“Look! Orange soda! What did I tell you?”

　　“Thank you, sir,” Travis said.

　　As Travis was paying for the orange soda and the root beer, Mr. Cobb looked at Paul.

　　“You’re not buying anything?”

　　“No, sir. We just wanted some sodas.”

　　“Then why were you looking at the candy bars?”

　　“Just to see if you got any new brands, sir.” Mr. Cobb’s narrow eyes got narrower as they moved slowly from Paul’s eyes to his shirt, to his pants, and to his shoes.

　　“If I ever catch you stealing from me, I’ll chop off your hands, you hear me?” For emphasis, Mr. Cobb reached down beneath the countertop and pulled out a butcher knife, sharp and shiny.

　　Both boys were startled. They ran out of the store.

　　“Come back here. You forgot your change!” Mr. Cobb yelled at them.

　　之2:Golf Like a GirlHe was in his 60s

　　He was short, fat, and arrogant. He was the plant manager, the supervisor, the boss! His name was Tom. He relished every minute of his power. He yelled at the employees. He called them names. He smoked daily, even though it was against the law to smoke in the workplace. He didn’t care. As the license plate on his car said, he was The Boss.

　　California is an “at will” state. That means that your employer can let you go for no reason or almost any reason . You can take your firing to court if it involves discrimination—sexism, racism, or ageism. However, even if you were discriminated against, proving it in court is difficult.

　　Tom considered himself a macho man. He did not know that his employees considered him a jerk. They made fun of him behind his back. They called him Tommy Troll because he was short and mean and had no manners. Never once had anyone heard Tom use the words Please, Thank You, Excuse Me, or I’m Sorry.

　　Everyone wanted to attend his funeral. But that wasn’t going to happen soon. After his last physical, he presented his blood test report at a weekly staff meeting. Every item on that report was within the acceptable range. “The doctor said I'll live to be 100,” he said proudly, immediately depressing most of the employees.

　　Tom played golf every Sunday with some other supervisors. He was a bad golfer, but he thought he was good. He liked to joke around and make fun of other golfers. On the first tee last Sunday, Tom joked about a golfer who had just teed off: “Look at that guy. He swings like a girl.” Tom laughed heartily at his own joke. His buddies were silent.

　　“What did you say?” asked the golfer angrily. He had overheard Tom’s remark. He was a mean-looking man.

　　“Uh, nothing,” Tom said.

　　“Yes, you did. You said I swing like a girl. Now I’ve got something to say. You apologize like a good little girl, or I’ll give you a fresh knuckle sandwich.”

　　In front of his golf buddies, Tom meekly apologized. After only nine holes, during which Tom was unusually quiet, he excused himself and went home. He said he had a headache. But his friends thought it was shame that was eating at him. The next day, Tom was still upset. He told Bill to report to his office. He had never liked Bill. He always wondered why he had hired him in the first place.

　　“I’m letting you go. I don’t need you here. Your last day is Friday."

　　Bill wasn’t surprised. Saying nothing, he spat on Tom’s desk and walked out.

　　之3:Schoolboys Get Five

　　Travis and Paul were best friends and in the ninth grade. They didn’t like anything about school except the girls and the baseball. They were both on the junior high baseball team. Both wanted to be major league baseball players when they grew up.

　　On Thursday, baseball practice lasted for two hours after school. After practice, Travis and Paul were hungry and thirsty. Between them, they had $2.05. There was a small grocery store three blocks from the school.

　　“What can we buy for only $2?” asked Travis.

　　“We could split a soda and a candy bar,” replied Paul.

　　“That’s going to be hard to do, since I like orange soda and you like root beer,” said Travis. “And I hate peanuts in candy bars and you love them,” said Paul.

　　As they approached the store, they were still thinking about their problem. One solution, of course, was for one of them to pick the soda and the other to pick the candy bar. The problem with that solution would be that one of them would still be thirsty and the other would still be hungry.

　　“Wait a minute,” said Paul. “I’ve got an idea.” They stopped, and Paul told Travis his idea.

　　Mr. Cobb was the store owner. He had no use for kids. They were little people with little money. His eyes narrowed as he saw the boys approaching the store.

　　After they entered the store, Travis walked over to the big cooler that was filled with ice and sodas. Paul walked over to the candy bar section.

　　“Mr. Cobb, you don’t have any orange soda,” Travis said.

　　“Yes, I do. Just dig a little. You’ll find one.”

　　Travis dug for a minute.

　　“I still can’t find one.”

　　“Are you blind? I’ll be right there.”

　　Mr. Cobb started digging through the ice. Paul immediately put two candy bars into his trousers’ baggy pockets. He patted the pockets down a little bit.

　　“Look! Orange soda! What did I tell you?”

　　“Thank you, sir,” Travis said.

　　As Travis was paying for the orange soda and the root beer, Mr. Cobb looked at Paul.

　　“You’re not buying anything?”

　　“No, sir. We just wanted some sodas.”

　　“Then why were you looking at the candy bars?”

　　“Just to see if you got any new brands, sir.” Mr. Cobb’s narrow eyes got narrower as they moved slowly from Paul’s eyes to his shirt, to his pants, and to his shoes.

　　“If I ever catch you stealing from me, I’ll chop off your hands, you hear me?” For emphasis, Mr. Cobb reached down beneath the countertop and pulled out a butcher knife, sharp and shiny.

　　Both boys were startled. They ran out of the store.

　　“Come back here. You forgot your change!” Mr. Cobb yelled at them.

　　
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