the tale of little beetle história da carochinha
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The tale of Little Beetle História da Carochinha. Once upon a time a Little Beetle who was sweeping the kitchen, found a penny and went to the window saying: - Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable?. - PowerPoint PPT PresentationTRANSCRIPT
The tale of Little BeetleHistória da Carochinha
Once upon a time a Little Beetle who was sweeping the kitchen, found a penny and went to the window saying: - Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable?
- Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable?- I do, I do - Answered the ox.- What voice is that?- With a voice like that you will wake me up and the children at night!- I don´t want to marry you!
-Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable? -- I do, I do - Answered the dog.- You are very kind, but with that voice you will wake me up and the children at night!- I don´t want to marry you!
-Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable? -- I do, I do - answered the cat. -Oh no! With a voice like that, you will wake me up and the children at night! - I don´t want to marry you!
-Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable? -- I do, I do - Answered the rooster.- Oh no! With a voice like that, you will wake me up and the children at night! - I don´t want to marry you!
- Who wants to marry Little Beetle, that is pretty and fashionable?- I do, I do - answered John Shrew with his sticking ears - What a voice…So beautiful and melodious…- I want to marry you!-What a wealthy husband I found!! – Answered Little Beetle jumping of joy and happiness!
On the wedding day Little Beetle put on her dress and went to church with her fiancé.On half of the way, Little Beetle noticed that she had not brought her gloves.The John Shrew was every kind and went back to pick them up.
John Shrew opened the door of his house, and attracted by the smell of beans, went to peep inside the caldron.By peeking into it, he slipped and fell into the caldron.
Poor Little Beetle, sitting, sobbing, said:My poor John Shrew, he was gluttonous, and died cooked inside the cauldron of beans!
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