关于驯鹿鲁道夫的英文故事不要太长.5分钟左右.必须顺.要有权威.

关于驯鹿鲁道夫的英文故事不要太长.5分钟左右.必须顺.要有权威.
关于驯鹿鲁道夫的英文故事
不要太长.5分钟左右.
必须顺.要有权威.

关于驯鹿鲁道夫的英文故事不要太长.5分钟左右.必须顺.要有权威.
The True Story of Rudolph
The story behind the story
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On a December night in Chicago many years ago,a little girl climbed onto her father's lap and asked a question.It was a simple question,asked in children's curiosity,yet it had a heart-rending effect on Robert May.
"Daddy," four-year-old Barbara May asked,"Why isn't my mommy just like everybody else's mommy?"
Bob May stole a glance across his shabby two-room apartment.On a couch lay his young wife,Evelyn,racked with cancer.For two years she had been bedridden.For two years,all of Bob's small income and smaller savings had gone to pay for treatments and medication.
The terrible ordeal had already shattered two adult lives.Now,Bob suddenly realized the happiness of his growing daughter was also in jeopardy.As he ran his fingers through Barbara's hair,he groped for some satisfactory answer to her question.
Bob May knew only too well what it meant to be 'different'.As a child he had been weak and delicate.With the innocent cruelty of children,his playmates had continually goaded the stunted,skinny lad to tears.Later,at Dartsmouth,from which he graduated in 1936,Bob May was so small that he was always being mistaken for someone's little brother.
Nor was his adult life much happier.Unlike many of his classmates who floated from college into plush jobs,Bob became a lowly copy writer for Montgomery Ward,the big Chicago mail order house.Now at 33,Bob was deep in debt,depressed and sad.
Although,he didn't know it at the time,the answer he gave the little child on his lap was to bring him fame and fortune.It was also to bring joy to countless thousands of children like his own Barbara.On that December night in the shabby Chicago apartment,Bob cradled the little girl's head against his shoulder and began to tell a story ...
"Once upon a time,there was a reindeer named Rudolph,the only reindeer in the world that had a big red nose.Naturally people called him "Rudolph,the red-nosed reindeer." As Bob went on to tell about Rudolph,he tried desperately to communicate to Barbara the knowledge that,even though some creatures of God are strange and different,they often enjoy the miraculous power to make others happy.
"Rudolph," Bob explained,"was terribly embarrassed by his unique nose.Other reindeer laughed at him; his mother and father and sister were mortified,too.Even Rudolph wallowed in self pity."
"Why was I born with such a terrible nose?" he cried.
"Well," continued Bob,"one Christmas eve,Santa Claus got his team of husky reindeer - Dasher,Dancer,Prancer,and Vixen,and the others -- ready for their yearly trip around the world.The entire reindeer community assembled to cheer these great heroes on their way.But,a terrible fog engulfed the earth that evening,and Santa knew that the mist was so thick that he wouldn't be able to find a single chimney."
"Suddenly Rudolph appeared,his read nose glowing brighter than ever.Santa sensed at once that here was the answer to his perplexing problem.He led Rudolph to the front of the sleigh,fastened the harness and climbed in.They were off!Rudolph guided Santa safely to every chimney that night.Rain,and fog,snow and sleet -- nothing bothered Rudolph for his bright red nose penetrated like a beacon."
"And,so it was that Rudolph became the most famous and beloved of all the reindeer.The huge red nose he once hid in shame was now the envy of every buck and doe in the reindeer world.Santa Claus told everyone that Rudolph had saved the day,and from that Christmas on,Rudolph has been living serenely and happy."
Little Barbara laughed with glee when her father had finished.Every night she begged him to repeat the tale until finally Bob could rattle it off in his sleep.Then,at Christmas time,he decided to make the story into a poem like the 'Night Before Christmas' and prepare it in a booklet form with crude illustrations,for Barbara's personal gift.
Night after night,Bob worked on the verses after Barbara had gone to bed,for he was determined that his daughter should have a worthwhile gift,even though he could not afford to buy one.
Then,as Bob was about to put the finishing touches on Rudolph,tragedy struck.Evelyn May died.Bob,his hopes crushed,turned to Barbara as his chief comfort.Yet,despite his grief,he sat at his desk in the quiet,now lonely apartment,and worked on Rudolph with tears in his eyes.
Shortly after Barbara had cried with joy over his handmade gift on Christmas morning,Bob was asked to an employee's holiday party at Montgomery Wards.He didn't want to go,but his office associates insisted.When Bob finally agreed,he took with him the poem and read it to the crowd.At first the noisy throng listened in laughter and gaiety.Then,they became silent,and at the end broke into spontaneous applause.That was in 1938.
By Christmas of 1947,some 6 million copies of the booklet had been given away or sold,making Rudolph one of the most widely distributed books in the world.The demand for Rudolph sponsored products increased so much in variety and number that educators and historians predicted Rudolph would occupy a permanent niche in the Christmas legend.
Through the years of unhappiness,the tragedy of his wife's death and his ultimate success with Rudolph,Bob May has captured a sense of serenity.And as each Christmas rolls around he recalled with thankfulness the night when his daughter's questions inspired him to write the story.

The True Story of Rudolph
The story behind the story
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On a December night in Chicago many years ago, a littl...

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The True Story of Rudolph
The story behind the story
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On a December night in Chicago many years ago, a little girl climbed onto her father's lap and asked a question. It was a simple question, asked in children's curiosity, yet it had a heart-rending effect on Robert May.
"Daddy," four-year-old Barbara May asked, "Why isn't my mommy just like everybody else's mommy?"
Bob May stole a glance across his shabby two-room apartment. On a couch lay his young wife, Evelyn, racked with cancer. For two years she had been bedridden. For two years, all of Bob's small income and smaller savings had gone to pay for treatments and medication.
The terrible ordeal had already shattered two adult lives. Now, Bob suddenly realized the happiness of his growing daughter was also in jeopardy. As he ran his fingers through Barbara's hair, he groped for some satisfactory answer to her question.
Bob May knew only too well what it meant to be 'different'. As a child he had been weak and delicate. With the innocent cruelty of children, his playmates had continually goaded the stunted, skinny lad to tears. Later, at Dartsmouth, from which he graduated in 1936, Bob May was so small that he was always being mistaken for someone's little brother.
Nor was his adult life much happier. Unlike many of his classmates who floated from college into plush jobs, Bob became a lowly copy writer for Montgomery Ward, the big Chicago mail order house. Now at 33, Bob was deep in debt, depressed and sad.
Although, he didn't know it at the time, the answer he gave the little child on his lap was to bring him fame and fortune. It was also to bring joy to countless thousands of children like his own Barbara. On that December night in the shabby Chicago apartment, Bob cradled the little girl's head against his shoulder and began to tell a story . . .
"Once upon a time, there was a reindeer named Rudolph, the only reindeer in the world that had a big red nose. Naturally people called him "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer." As Bob went on to tell about Rudolph, he tried desperately to communicate to Barbara the knowledge that, even though some creatures of God are strange and different, they often enjoy the miraculous power to make others happy.
"Rudolph," Bob explained, "was terribly embarrassed by his unique nose. Other reindeer laughed at him; his mother and father and sister were mortified, too. Even Rudolph wallowed in self pity."
"Why was I born with such a terrible nose?" he cried.
"Well," continued Bob, "one Christmas eve, Santa Claus got his team of husky reindeer - Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen, and the others -- ready for their yearly trip around the world. The entire reindeer community assembled to cheer these great heroes on their way. But, a terrible fog engulfed the earth that evening, and Santa knew that the mist was so thick that he wouldn't be able to find a single chimney."
"Suddenly Rudolph appeared, his read nose glowing brighter than ever. Santa sensed at once that here was the answer to his perplexing problem. He led Rudolph to the front of the sleigh, fastened the harness and climbed in. They were off! Rudolph guided Santa safely to every chimney that night. Rain, and fog, snow and sleet -- nothing bothered Rudolph for his bright red nose penetrated like a beacon."
"And, so it was that Rudolph became the most famous and beloved of all the reindeer. The huge red nose he once hid in shame was now the envy of every buck and doe in the reindeer world. Santa Claus told everyone that Rudolph had saved the day, and from that Christmas on, Rudolph has been living serenely and happy."
Little Barbara laughed with glee when her father had finished. Every night she begged him to repeat the tale until finally Bob could rattle it off in his sleep. Then, at Christmas time, he decided to make the story into a poem like the 'Night Before Christmas' and prepare it in a booklet form with crude illustrations, for Barbara's personal gift.
Night after night, Bob worked on the verses after Barbara had gone to bed, for he was determined that his daughter should have a worthwhile gift, even though he could not afford to buy one.
Then, as Bob was about to put the finishing touches on Rudolph, tragedy struck. Evelyn May died. Bob, his hopes crushed, turned to Barbara as his chief comfort. Yet, despite his grief, he sat at his desk in the quiet, now lonely apartment, and worked on Rudolph with tears in his eyes.
Shortly after Barbara had cried with joy over his handmade gift on Christmas morning, Bob was asked to an employee's holiday party at Montgomery Wards. He didn't want to go, but his office associates insisted. When Bob finally agreed, he took with him the poem and read it to the crowd. At first the noisy throng listened in laughter and gaiety. Then, they became silent, and at the end broke into spontaneous applause. That was in 1938.
By Christmas of 1947, some 6 million copies of the booklet had been given away or sold, making Rudolph one of the most widely distributed books in the world. The demand for Rudolph sponsored products increased so much in variety and number that educators and historians predicted Rudolph would occupy a permanent niche in the Christmas legend.
Through the years of unhappiness, the tragedy of his wife's death and his ultimate success with Rudolph, Bob May has captured a sense of serenity. And as each Christmas rolls around he recalled with thankfulness the night when his daughter's questions inspired him to write the story. 希望采纳

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