:英汉双语故事:丛林中的守财奴的故事

　　"What more could my heart desire?" said the servant to himself, and went merrily on his way.

　　Soon afterward he met a Jew with a long goatee, who was standing listening to a bird singing high up in the top of a tree.

　　"One of God's own miracles," he shouted, "that such a small creature should have such a fearfully loud voice. If only it were mine! If only someone would sprinkle some salt on its tail!"

　　"If that is all you want," said the servant, "then the bird shall soon be down here." He took aim, hit it precisely, and the bird fell down into a thorn hedge.

　　"Rogue," he said to the Jew, "Go and fetch the bird out for yourself."

　　"My goodness," said the Jew, "don't call me a rogue, sir, but I will be the dog and get the bird out for myself. After all, you're the one who shot it."

　　Then he lay down on the ground and began crawling into the thicket. When he was in the middle of the thorns, the good servant could not resist the temptation to pick up his fiddle and begin to play.

　　The Jew's legs immediately began to move, and he jumped up. The more the servant fiddled the better went the dance. However, the thorns ripped apart the Jew's shabby coat, combed his beard, and pricked and pinched him all over his body.

　　and said, "You rogue, now confess where you got the money, or I will take my fiddle off my neck and begin to play again."

　　"I stole it. I stole it," he cried. "But you have honestly earned it."