"Well," said his wife, "I knew it—another new folly. What can I expect from him? Nothing but foolishness. The head of the household has thrown away the cow we lived on, and now we have nothing. And you've brought us another mouth to feed! You'd have been better off staying out in the snow with the good things in your sack!" If the little gray man hadn't rebuked her three times, the good wife would probably have continued. He said regret and blame wouldn't fill the pot, and the wisest thing was to go hunting for something to eat. Though it was night, with wind and snow, he went out immediately and soon returned with a fat sheep. "Here," he said, "slaughter this animal; don't let us starve." The farmer and his wife looked at the little gray man and his prey with suspicion. They realized this sudden bounty had been stolen from nearby. But in their hunger, they didn't care. Lawful or not, the sheep was quickly devoured. From that day on, prosperity came to the farmer's house, and his flock grew larger and larger. The farmer grew more confident than ever, believing he had truly won this bargain. He thought to himself that instead of the hundred cows he'd hoped for, it was better that God had sent him this little gray man who could provide sheep.

Today was the little squirrel's birthday, and her mother gave her a red bead as a gift. The little squirrel loved this bead so much that she kept it tucked in her arms, unwilling to take it out, afraid that someone might snatch it or she might lose it. One day, the little squirrel took her "precious bead" to the park to play. She was very happy because she had such a beautiful red bead. Sometimes she tossed the bead into the air, sometimes she played with it in her hands. While playing, she came to a small bridge. Suddenly, she accidentally dropped the bead, and it fell into the river below the bridge. The little squirrel couldn't swim and started crying loudly in distress. A little turtle happened to pass by, saw the squirrel crying, and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The little squirrel said sadly, "My bead fell into the river, but I can't swim!" After saying this, she cried even harder. Seeing how sad the squirrel was, the little turtle said, "Don't worry, I'll help you look for the bead in the river." Hearing this, the little squirrel stopped crying.

The fox failed to catch the white rabbit, and he never will. But once, the rabbit's situation was truly perilous. Here's how it happened: One day, the fox decided to use a trick he had once employed against a rattlesnake on the white rabbit. He gathered some tar, worked carefully, and soon fashioned a dummy figure. This dummy looked like a child, so the fox named it "Tar Baby." Then the fox took the Tar Baby and placed it by the roadside, hiding himself in the nearby bushes. Not long after, the white rabbit came along and saw the Tar Baby. The little figure sat alone by the path, wearing a hat. The rabbit wanted to speak to this shiny, comical little fellow. "Good morning!" the rabbit greeted first. "Lovely weather today, isn't it?" The Tar Baby said nothing, and the rabbit waited quietly. "How are you feeling today?" the rabbit asked. He waited a while longer, but the Tar Baby remained silent. "How are you, really? Are you deaf?!" the rabbit asked. "If you're deaf, I can speak louder." The Tar Baby still didn't answer, and the fox watched carefully from his hiding place. "You're terribly rude," said the rabbit. "If you don't take off your hat and say 'hello,' I'll give you a good punch as a lesson." The fox chuckled silently, but the Tar Baby stayed mute.

Once upon a time, there was a little pig named Guoguo. He was very ugly, with tiny eyes, big ears, and a snub nose. He went to play with a little squirrel, but the squirrel was so frightened upon seeing him that it jumped around in panic. He then went to play with a swan, but the swan mistook him for a monster and pecked him fiercely. Guoguo barely managed to escape. He returned home heartbroken and stayed indoors all day, refusing to go out. His mother asked him, "Why are you crying?" The little pig sobbed even louder: "Because I'm ugly, and no one wants to play with me." His mother said gently, "My dear, being ugly isn't a fault. As long as you热心ly help others, you will surely make friends."

On Sunday, the little rooster went to visit its good friend, the little duck. It walked to the riverside and saw a little fish swimming back and forth in the water. The little rooster said, "Hello, little fish!" The little fish replied, "Hello, little rooster! Where are you going?" "I'm going to play with the little duck!" After saying this, the little rooster added, "I have to go now, little fish! Goodbye!" "Goodbye, little rooster! Have fun!" said the little fish. The little rooster continued on its way. It reached a tree and saw a little dog playing in the shade. The little rooster said, "Hello, little dog!"

It was time for Little Mary to go to bed, but when she lay down, she just couldn't fall asleep. The little bear beside her pillow told Mary that counting sheep was a very effective method. Mary diligently started counting sheep, and the little sheep jumped very hard. When Mary counted to 200 sheep, something strange happened—a little angry sheep jumped out and said to Mary, "Are you going to sleep or not? I'm almost dead tired from jumping!"

n the forest lived many small animals: nightingales, larks, canaries, and a little rooster. One day, the little rooster's father said to him, "You've grown up, and it's time for me to pass on our family's skill—crowing—to you." The little rooster replied, "No, I don't want to learn crowing. I'd rather learn to sing. Listen, the nightingales' songs are so beautiful, and they often hold concerts!" His father said, "Alright then. Anyway, I'm old now and can't crow anymore. If you want to learn singing, go ahead!" So, the little rooster happily went off to learn singing.

A young woman wrote: "I live in Taoyuan and work in Taipei. I have to spend three hours every day commuting by car. Even though I have a seat, the vehicle is noisy and shakes violently, so I can't listen to music or read books during the ride. I don't want to move house, change jobs, or drive myself. I always get a full night's sleep the night before, so I don't need to catch up on sleep during the commute. How can I save these three daily hours?"

Someone was driving home in the evening for dinner and made a quick phone call to let their family know—just over forty seconds. In that brief span, the car veered onto the sidewalk, struck three pedestrians, hit a tree, and overturned. All three pedestrians died from severe injuries. The driver has since been legally arrested. Using a mobile phone while driving is extremely dangerous. Studies show that driving while on the phone is even riskier than drunk driving; research indicates that making a phone call instantly reduces reaction ability as if aging 50 years; studies also show that a driver’s attention drops by 37% when talking on the phone...

In the Fuwa community of New Mexico, USA, three homeless men held begging permits and had lived in this community for 13 years. On November 6, 1998, the New Mexico state government passed a bill to revoke the begging permits of beggars who had been begging for over ten years, claiming they had become so wealthy that they no longer qualified to beg. As a result, the three homeless men were forced to leave New Mexico and head to Florida. Upon hearing this, Father Sam of the Fuwa community immediately voiced his opposition and wrote to the state government, demanding that the three beggars be brought back. He stated that a community cannot exist without beggars, and that the government's presumptuous action was a complete desecration of good-hearted people, showing indifference and disrespect toward human nature. The bill must be revised.