原版牛津閱讀樹無(wú)字書文本12篇全講解學(xué)習(xí)

原版牛津閱讀樹無(wú)字書文本12篇全Day1AtSchoolItwasKipper'sfirstdayatschool.Hedidn'twanttogoin.Soheheldontothegatepost.

Kipperwasshy.Hehidinthecloakroom.“Comeon!”Kipperplayedinthehomecorner.

KippercookedaLEGOstew.Itwastheendoftheday.

Kipperdidn'twanttogohome.

Whatdidhedo?Heheldontothegatepost.Day2GettingUpKipperbrushedhisteeth.Heknewasecret.

Kipperlookedforhisclothesandthesurprisehehadhidinhisbottomdrawer.Kippergothisshirt.

Kipperputonhistrainers.

Thepostladyarrived.

Shehadabiggerpileofenvelopesthanusual.ThesurprisewasforDad.

Itwashisbirthday.Day3LookOutKipper'sfriendlenthimhisroadripper.Kipperimaginedhewasafamousripperriderinarace.Kipperwhizzedaroundthehouseandscreechedontothelawn.“Oh.”Kipperdidn'tknowhowtostoptheroadripper.EveryonetaughtKipperhowtobeacarefulrider.Day4TheHaircutOneday,DadsaidtoMum,“Kipper'shairisgettingreallylongagain.It'stimehehadacut.”“Oh,dear,”groanedmum.“Idon'tthinkIwanttoknowaboutthis.Askmetocleanacrocodile'steeth,orcutatiger'stoenails.Butdon'taskmetocutKipper'shair.”MumhadbeendreadingcuttingKipper'shair,eversincethelasttimeshedidit.Thetroublewas,Kippermadeaterriblefuss.Hejustwouldn'tkeepstillwhenMumshampooedhishair.Andhecried,becauseshegotalittledropofshampooinhiseye.Butthatwasnothing,comparedtothetroubleshehadwhenshetriedtogivehimthehaircut.HewiggledandjiggledandsquirmedandfidgetedsothatMumwascrosswithhim.Thenassoonashedidsitstill,Mummadealittlenickonhisearwiththescissors.Andafterthat,Kippermadeabiggerfussthanever.“Surely,it'snotthatdifficultajob.”saidDad.“Difficult?Difficult?”exclaimedMum.“I'dratherpolishapythonorrinsearhinoceros.”“Now,who'smakingafuss.”saidDad.“Iknowwhat.”saidMum,givingDadafunnyknowingsortofsmile.“YoucutKipper'shair.Afterall,I'mgoingoutthisafternoon.Soitcanbeanicelittlejobforyou.”“Well,urr…umm…oh…allrightthen.”saidDad.“Idon'tthinkKipperwillgivemeanytrouble.Hejustneedshandlingtherightway.”AssoonasMumhadgone.DadtookKipperuptothebathroom.Hestartedcombinghishair.“Doyouknow?”hesaid,inhisjolliestvoice.“Iheardofalittleboywhomadesomuchfusswhenhehadhishaircutthatnobodywaseverabletocutit.Itgrewsolong,thattheboycouldn'tseewherehewasgoing.Andhekeptbumpingintodoorsandcrashingintolamppostandtrippingoverthecat.Ican'timagineyou'dbeassillyasthat,Kipper.”“Oh,ouch!”criedKipper.“You'rehurting.Mumneverhurtslikethatwhenshecombsmyhair.”“Ithoughtwecouldwashyourhair,thenIcangiveitalittlecut.”saidDad.“Oh…aw…”wailedKipper,wigglingandsquirmingaway.“Idon'twantmyhaircut.”“ThisisgoingtobetrickierthanIthought.”saidDad.“ButI'vejusthadabrilliantidea.”DadpersuadedKippertohavehishaircutatahairdresser's.HetoldKipperthatthehairdresserwassogoodatcuttinghairthatKipperwouldreallyenjoyit.Atfirst,Kipperwasn'ttoosure.SoDadsaid,“IhadmyhaircutatahairdresserwhenIwasalittleboyandIdidn'tmakeafuss.Irememberthinkingitwasgoodfun.”“Well,allright.”saidKipper.“Butifgoingtoahairdresserissuchfun,whydoesMumalwayscutyourhair?”“Shedoesn'talways.”saidDad.“Itellyouwhat,I'llhavemyhaircutatthesametimeasyou.IbetyouIwon'tmakeafuss.”SoDadtookKippertoahairdresserinthehighstreet.It'scalledSnipsHairSalon.Theshoplookedverybrightandattractive.“Snipsisagoodnameforahairdresser's.”thoughtKipper.ThefirstthingthathappenedtoKipperandDad,oncetheywereinthesalon,wasthattheyhadtheirhairwashed.DadhadhiswashedbyanassistantcalledAndy.AndKipper,hadhiswashedbyanassistantcalledNicky.Muchtohissurprise,KipperenjoyedhavinghishairwashedbyNicky.Shedidn'twashitinthewayMumdiditathome.Instead,Kippersatwithhisbacktothebasinandheleanedbackwards.Thebasindidn'thavetaps.IthadaspecialhosethatNickycouldcontrolbypressingalittletriggerontheend.NickywasverycarefulnottoletanywaterrunontoKipper'sface.NexttoKipper,AndywasshampooingDad'shair.“Becarefulwithallthisfoam,”KipperheardDadsay.“Idon'twantshampooinmyeyes…Ihopeyouwon'tletthewaterrundawnmyneck…Youwillmakesurethewaterisn'ttoohot,won'tyou?”“Dad'smakingabitofafuss,”thoughtKipper.Aftertheshampooingwasfinished.AndyandNickysatDadandKipperondifferentchairsinfrontofabig,longmirror."Excuseme,sir,"saidNicky.“WhatwouldyoulikemetodowithKipper'shair?ShallIgivehimatrim?”DadrememberedhowquicklyKipper'shairgrew.HerememberedthefussKippermadewheneverMumcutitandlastofallhesawhowexpensiveitwastohaveahaircutinthesalon.Sohesaid,“No,notjustatrim.Ithinkyou'dbettercutitshort.Yes,quiteshort!”“Andhowaboutyou,sir?”saidAndy.KipperlookedatDad,andDadlookedatKipper.ThenDadsaid,“Oh….um….er….yes.I'dlikeminequietshort,too.”Snip,snip,snip!Snip-snip!Wentthescisoors.KipperlookedsidewaysatDad.Daddidn'tlooktoohappy.“Ibethedidmakeafusswhenhewasalittleboy,”thoughtKipper.DadandKipperwerereallypleasedwiththeirhaircuts.“Youlookdifferent,”KippertoldDad.“Sodoyou,Kipper,”saidDad.“Youlookdifferent,too.Youlookquitegrownupwithshorthair.”“Itwillbereallyeasytokeepittidy,”saidKipper.“NomorehavingitpulledwhenMumtriestocombit.Anditwillbesomucheasiertowash.I'mgladwewenttoSnips.Andyousee,Ididn'tmakeafuss.Notonce.”“No,youwereagoodboy,”saidDad.“IwonderwhatMumwillsaywhensheseesoursmartnewhaircuts.”Mumwashomealready.WhensheopenedthefrontdoorandsawKipperandDadwiththeirnewshorthaircuts,shecouldn'tbelievehereyes.Doyouknowwhatshesaid?Shesaid,“Goodgracious,youbothlookasifyou'vebeenrunoverbyalawnmower.”Nowthatwasn'tverynice…wasit?Day5TheLostTeddyHaveyoueverriddenonabus?TheonethatMumandKipperarejustabouttocatch,hasupstairsanddownstairs.Doyouknowwhatabuslikethisiscalled?Kipperlikedridingonthedouble-deckerbus.Helikestogoupstairsandsitintheveryfrontseat.Thenhecouldpretendthathewasthedriver.KipperandMumarestandingatthebusstop.Theyarejustabouttogetonthebustogototown.Iwonderiftheywillgoupstairsandsitinthefrontseatthistime.“Wewon'tgoallthewayupstairstoday,Kipper,”saidMum,“Becausetherewon'tbetime.We'regettingoffatthenextstop.”MumhadtakenKipperwithherwhenshewenttohavehereyestested.Ifshehadbeenbyherself,Mumwouldhavewalked,butinthefirstplaceMumwasinahurry,andKippercouldn'twalkfastenough.Andinthesecondplace,Kipperlovedridingonadouble-deckerbus,soMumthoughtitwouldbeatreatforhim.Asitwasonlyashortride,KipperandMumsatdownstairs.Innotimeatall,thebuspulledupatthenextstop,andKipperandMumhadtogetoff.Ohno!KipperwassosurprisedthatthejourneywasoverthatheleftTeddybehind,sittingontheseat.AssoonasKippergotoffthebus,herememberedTeddy.“I'veleftTeddyonthebus!”hegasped.“I'veleftTeddybehind!”Bythistime,thebushadmovedoffandwasalmostoutofsight,soitwasn'tpossibleforMumtorunafterit.“OhKipper!”saidMum.“There'snotmuchIcandoatthemoment.I'malreadylateformyeye-test.”“ButwhataboutTeddy?”wailedKipper.“Whenwegethomewe'llphonethebuscompany.IexpectthebusconductorwillfindTeddyandlookafterhimuntilwecangethimback.”WhenKipperwenttobedthatnight,hewasveryupset.Hecouldn'tgettosleepwithoutTeddytokeephimcompany,andhecouldn'thelpcrying.BiffandChiptriedtocheerhimup.TheytooksomeoftheirfavoritetoystogiveKipper.“Don'tcry,”saidChip.“Ican'thelpit!”sniffedKipper.“IkeepwonderingifI'lleverseeTeddyagain.Whatifsomeonehasfoundhimandkepthim?”Thenextday,MumsaidtoKipper,“Comeon,we'regoingonthebusagain.We'regoingtotheLostPropertyOfficeatthebusstation.”Alostpropertyofficeisaplacethatlooksafterallthethingsthatpeoplehavelostonbuses.Andyou'dbesurprisedatthingspeoplelose.“Iexpectlotsofchildrenloseteddybearsandtoys,”saidMum.“There'sprobablyaspecialdepartmentthatlooksafterteddybears.”MumsaidthistotryandcheerKipperup,buthewassoworriedthatTeddywouldn'tbeattheLostPropertyOffice,thathedidn'tfeelinthemoodtobecheeredup.Atlasttheyarrivedatthebusstation,andtheywentstraighttotheplacethatsaid“LostProperty”.Kipperhadfingerscrossedonbothhandsandhekeptsayingtohimself,“Iwish.Ihope…Iwish…Ihope…”WhenMumaskedtheladyifKipper'sTeddybearhadbeenhandedin.Shesaid,“Iexpectso.Wehadfiveteddybearsinyesterday,soIexpectKipper'sisinthebox.”Anditwas!YoucanimaginehowpleasedKipperwastoseeTeddyagain,andyoucanimaginehowgladTeddywastoseeKipper.Asforalltheotherlostteddies—well,theydolooksad.Butdon'tworry.TheladytoldKipperthattheirownerswouldallcomeinandfindthem,soonerorlater.Infact,asKipperandMumwereleaving,asad-lookinglittlegirlwasgoingintotheLostPropertyOfficewithherdad.“IbetIknowwhatshe'slost,”saidKipper.Day6TheLibraryDoyoulikebooks?Kipperdoes.Hereheissettlingdownwithareallyinterestingbookabout..well,canyoutellwhathisbookisabout?Whatdoesitsayonthecover?Kipper'sbookisn'tastorybook,althoughthereisnothinghelikesbetterthanagoodstory.Thisbookisaninformationbook.Kipperlikesinformationbooksbecausehelikestofindoutaboutthings.ThisstoryisaboutthedaythatDadtookKippertothelibrarytogetsomenewbookstoread.ItwasDad'sturntotakeKippertothelibrary.“Ohdear,”saidDad.“Someofthesebooksshouldhavebeentakenbackatleastaweekago.ThatmeansI'llhavetopayafine.”Kipperlikedthelibrary,butthistimehewasveryexcited.UsuallyMumandsometimesDad,wentwithhimtothechildren'ssectionandhelpedhimtochooseabook.Buttoday,hewasgoingtobeallowedtochoosesomebooksallbyhimself.“I'msorry,butthere'safinetopayonallthesebooks”,saidthelibrarian,asDadhandedhisbooksin.“Oh…er…um,”saidDad.“I'mafraidI'veonlygotafive-poundnote.Doyouhaveanychange?”“Plenty,sir,”saidthelibrarian.“Offyougothen,Kipper,”saidDad.“Youchoosesomebooksforyourself,andI'llgoandchoosesomeforMumandme.”Kippercouldn'twaittobrowsethroughtheshelveslookingatalltheexcitingbooksinthechildren'scorner.!“Wow!”saidKippertohimself.“Thereareloadsandloadsofbookstochoosefrom.”Thechildren'scornerhadacarpetonthefloor,andithadsmall,comfortableplasticchairs.Thechildrencouldeithersitinthechairsorlieonthecarpetandhaveagoodlookatthebooksbeforedecidingwhichonestotakehome.ToKipper'sdelight,thereadingcornerwasn'tverybusy.“There'splentyofroomtoday,”hesaidtohimself.“Icanspreadout,likeIdoathome.”SoonKipperwasbusylookingatthebooksontheshelves.Thenhetookeverysinglebookhelikedthelookofandputitinapilebesideoneofthechairs.Thenhesatdownandbeganlookingatthem,onebyone.Nowyoucanseewhathemeantby“spreadingout”Soon,thefloorallroundhimwascoveredinbooks.Thetroublewas,Kipperlikedeverybook,andhesimplycouldn'tdecidewhichonestotakehome.WhenDadhadchosenabookforhimselfandabookforMum,hetoldKipperthatitwasalmosttimetogo..“Decidequickly,Kipper,”hesaid,lookingatallthebooksKipperhadspreadoutoverthefloor,“andmakesureyouputtherestofthebooksbackontherightshelves.”Thetroublewas,Kippercouldn'tdecide.“Iwantthatone,andthatone,”hesaid.“Thesetwo.Thatoneoverthere…oh,andIwantthisone,especially.AndIthinkIwantthislittleone.Yes.AndIwanttheoneI'vejustputdown.OhandtheoneI'vejustpickedup…”Intheendhedecidedtotakeallthebookshehadlookedatthatmorning.Andthatmeanthehadseventeenbookswithhimwhenhestaggereduptothelibrarian'scounter.“Goodnessme!”saidthelibrarian.“I'mafraidyoucan'ttakeseventeenbookshome,allatonego.Childrenareonlyallowedtohavethreeatatime.”Intheend,DadhelpedKippertochoosethreebooks,butthatwasn'teasy,becauseKippergotthepiledowntofour,andthencouldn'tdecidewhichoneofthefourtoputback.“Well,”saidDad.“NormallyIcantakeoutsixbooks.I'veonlygottwo,soI'lltakeoutoneforyouonmyticket.Andthatway,youcanhavefourbooksthistime.Andthatwaywecangethomeintimefordinner!”Sothat'swhatDaddid,andKippercarriedthefourbookshome.Ontheway,Kippersaid,“Dad,ifyouonlygottwobooksout,andyoucouldhavehadsix.ThatmeansIcouldhavehad…um….”“Yes,”saidDad,“fourextrabooks,notjustoneextra.Don'teventhinkit,Kipper.Thethreebooksyou'vegotthere,andoneextra,arequiteenough.Afterall,youcancomebackinadayortwoandchangethem.”“Oh,canI?”saidKipper.“I'dforgottenthat!”Day7SwingBallBiffandChipplayedfootball.Chipkickedtheplasticfootballattheroses.Itpunchedononeofthesharpthorns.BiffandChipplayedbadminton.Chiphittheshuttlecocksohard.Itflewuptheairandlandedontheroof.BiffandChipplayedFrenchcricket.Biffwhackedtheballoverthefenceintotheneighbour'sgarden.Dadboughtaswingball.BiffandChipplayedwiththeswingball.Day8TheStreetFairWhenDadtookBiffandChipintotowntodosomeshopping,therewasabigsurpriseforallthreeofthem:Astreetfairwasbeingheld.Thestreetfairwasexciting.Therewerelotsofthingstosee.Therewasaface-paintingstore.“Thatlooksfun!”saidBiff.WhenDadandthetwinscamehome.TheirpaintedfacesgaveKipperandMumabigsurprise!MumpaintedKipper'sface.Andthenshetookaphotographofthemall.Shecouldn'tpaintFloppy'sface.Solookwhatshedidinstead.Day9TheBigBoxThisenormousboxwasleftbehind,whenanewfridgefreezerwasdeliveredtothehouse.TheboxgaveBiffandChipagoodidea,sotheyaskedmomiftheycouldhaveit.Canyouguesswhattheirideawas?Whenthenewfridgefreezerwasdelivered,itcameinahugecardboardbox.“Maywehavethebox,mum?”askedChip.“itwouldbeagreatthingtoplaywith.Maybewecouldmakealittlehouseoutofit.Itwouldonlybeourlittlehouse,”saidBiff,“becauseidon'tthinkmorethanoneofuscouldgetinsideit.”Thedeliverymansaidhehadsomeevenbiggerboxesinthebackofhisvan.“NormallyIthrowthemaway,”hesaid,“soifyouwantthem,youarewelcometothem.”“Wow...Thanks!”saidBiffandChip.MumhelpedBiffandChipmakethehouse.Shecarefullycutoutthewindowsanddoor,andshethoughtofawaytomakeaslopingroof.BiffandChippaintedthelittlehouse.Chippaintedabrickpatternonthesides,andwhenhehadfinished,Biffhadagoatpaintingtilesontheroof.“It’sbrilliantinside.”saidChip,crawlingthroughthelittledoor,“maybewecanputsometinyfurnitureinhere.”“JuststayoutsidewhileI'mcuttingthesewindowsout,”warnedmum.Whenthehousewasfinished,everyonethoughtitlookedreallygood.TherewasroominsideforBiff,ChipandKipper,andtherewasevenalittleextensionforFloppy.Chiphadpaintedasignthatsaid“ourhouse”,andanotheronethatsaid“Floppy”.Bifffoundalittlechairandastoolthatweresmallenoughtofitinside.“Ithinkit'sbrilliant,”saidKipper.Helikedthetallpartofthehousewhereeveryonecouldstandup.“You'dbettercomeinside,”ChipcalledtoBiff,“it’sbeginningtorain.”Itdidn'tjustrain.Itpoured.Atfirst,itwasfuninsidethelittlehouse.Thechildrenlookedoutattherainandfeltverysnugandsafe.Butafterawhile,waterbegantodriponthem,andbigwetpatchesappearedinthewalls.“Oh...no!”,saidBiff,“Idon'tthinkcardboardiswaterproof.Ithinkthehouseiscollapsing!”“Hmm...thewallsdofeelsoggy,”saidChip,“andtheroof’sbeginningtosag.”Mumranoutintothegarden.“Ohdear,”shesaid,“Ishouldhavewarnedyouabouttherain.Weshouldhaveputthelittlehouseinthecarriageuntiltherainstopped.Whatapity!Afteralltheworkyou'vedonetomakethehouselooknice,nowit'sruined.”Laterthatdaydadfoundatent,andheputitupinthegarden.“Sorryyourcardboardhousewasspoiledbytherain,”hesaid,“butyoucankeepthistentupforaslongasyoulike.Luckilytherainwon'tspoilit.It'squitewaterproof.”“welikethetent,”SaidChip,“atleastitwon'tgosoggy.”“No.Buttentscancollapse,”saiddad,“sowemustmakesureweputallthepegsinfirmly.”Infact,thetentdidcollapse,butthat'spartofanotherstory.Day10FetchMomandthetwinswonderediffloppywouldgoforaswimtofetchastickiftheythrewoneinthewater.Afterallthedogthatwe’rewatchingseemedtobeenjoyingitself.OnewindyafternoonBiffandChipwentwithmumwhenshetookfloppyoutforhisdailywalk.Theywenttotheparkwhichwasn'tveryfaraway.Thechildrenlikedgoingtothepark.Ithadalittlelakeinit.Sometimestherewereducksonthelake,butonthisparticularafternoontherewasaladywithtwodogswhowerejumpingintothewatertofetchsticks.“Lookatthosedogsswimmingaftersticks,”saidBiff,“Ididn'tknowdogscouldswimsowell?”“Oh,yes,”saidmom,“dogsaregoodswimmers.Somedogshavebeenknowntorescuepeopleandsavethemfromdrowning.”Floppylikesfetchingthings,”saidBiff,“heloveschasingafterballsinthegarden.Doyouthinkhewouldjumpinthelakeandfetchastick?”“Idon'tknow,”saidmom,“I'veneverseenhimswim.Iwonderifhewill.”Shepickedupthestakeandthrewitintothelake.“Fetchit,Floppy!”shecalled,“Goon!Fetch!”Floppydidn'tmove.Hedidn'tmovewhenbifftriedthrowinghisstick.“I'dhavethoughtthatseeingthosetwodogsinthewaterwouldhavegivenhimtheidea,”saidchip.Theyalltriedthrowingmoresticks,butFloppysimplywouldn'tmove.“Atthisratetherewillbeenoughsticksinthewatertobuildabridge,”laughedmom.“Ican'tbelieveFloppywon'tswimforus,”saidBiff.ShefoundonemorestickandshowedittoFloppy,butjustasshethrewit,agustofwindblewherhatoffanditwentflyingoffintothelake.“Oh,no!”Biffyelled,“myhat!”Thehatsailedthroughtheairspinningroundandround.ThenitlandedinthelakewhereitfloatedamongallthesticksthatBiff,Chipandmumhadthrownin.“Ohdear,”wailedBiff,“thewindisblowingitoutfartherandfarther.We'llneverbeabletoreachit,anditwasmyfavoritehattoo.”SuddenlyFloppyrantowardsthelake.Withanenormousbound,hesprangintothewaterandswamtowardsBiff’shat.“Wow,”saidBiff,“whosaidFloppywouldn'tgoforaswim!Whatagooddog!It's‘Floppytotherescue’,allright?”saidChip,“Look!He'srescuedBiff’shat!”Floppylookedreallypleasedwithhimselfashecameoutofthewater.HecarriedBiff’shatverycarefullyinhisjaws.“Thankyou,Floppy,”saidBiff,takingthehat,“Whatacleverdogyouare!”“Hooray!”saidChip,“Ithinkfloppyisasensibledog.Hewon'tjumpinacoldlaketofetchsillysticks,butwhenitcomestoaproperrescue,hecanswimreallywell.”AtthatmomentfloppyshookhimselfandthewaterfromhiscoatsprayedalloverBiff,Chipandmum.“Hey!”calledmom,“You'remakingusallwet!Stopit,Floppy!”Floppygavealittlebark.Hecan'ttalk,ofcourse,butifhecould,Iwonderwhathewouldhavesaid。Day11TheHedgehogFloppyisplayingwithBiff.He'shavingagreattimechasingtheball,everytimeBiffthrowsit.Butwhat'sthatinthefrontofthepicture.Itlookslikeanotherball.Theballlandednearanoldtireandnexttosomeplanksofwood,butwhenFloppywenttopickitup,hefoundnotoneball.Biffcalledmumandchip.“Ithinkw