Myfuture

　　Asthesonggoes[Myfutureisn`tadream."Ilovethesongwhichbringsmeconfidencewhensingingiteverytime.Ibelievethatallourdreamscancometrueifwehavecouragetopursuethem.WhenIwasyoungmyfatheralwaysaskedmewhatIwouldbeinthefuture.SometimesIfounditveryhardtogiveacertainreply.[Iwanttobeadoctor."[Iwanttobeateacher."and[I`dliketobeascientist!"Manyoftheseanswersareperhapsverychildishandridiculous.ButIneverthinktheyarefaraway.

　　TheFoxandtheCrow

　　AFoxoncesawaCrowflyoffwithapieceofcheeseinitsbeakandsettleonabranchofatree.‘That’sforme,asIamaFox,’saidMasterReynard,andhewalkeduptothefootofthetree.‘Good-day,MistressCrow,’hecried.‘Howwellyouarelookingto-day:howglossyyourfeathers;howbrightyoureye.Ifeelsureyourvoicemustsurpassthatofotherbirds,justasyourfiguredoes;letmehearbutonesongfromyouthatImaygreetyouastheQueenofBirds.’TheCrowliftedupherheadandbegantocawherbest,butthemomentsheopenedhermouththepieceofcheesefelltotheground,onlytobesnappedupbyMasterFox.‘Thatwilldo,’saidhe.‘ThatwasallIwanted.InexchangeforyourcheeseIwillgiveyouapieceofadviceforthefuture.’Donottrustflatterers