Carmen12
Hallo,
ich habe jetzt mal eine Zusammenfassung von Black Beauty geschrieben - allerdings in Englisch, da ich ein Referat darüber halten soll XD bitte sagt mir ob ihr es gut findet, wie ich es geschrieben hab! Vielen Dank!
ich habe jetzt mal eine Zusammenfassung von Black Beauty geschrieben - allerdings in Englisch, da ich ein Referat darüber halten soll XD bitte sagt mir ob ihr es gut findet, wie ich es geschrieben hab! Vielen Dank!
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| Black Beauty “Always be good, so people will love you. Always work hard and do your best. “ These were the words of Black Beauty’s mother to her son when they lived with Farmer Grey. But when Black Beauty grew up and his life changed, this was sometimes very difficult for him. Not everybody was a kind as Farmer Grey. Black Beauty didn’t remember everything about the first month of his life. On hot days his mother stood under a tree and Black Beauty drank her milk. That was before he got bigger. Then he started to eat the grass. When he stopped drinking her milk, his mother went to work every day. “When you’re older, you’ll learn to carry people on your back. Or you’ll take them from place to place in their carriages.” Black Beauty’s mother said. “I do that for Farmer Grey.” Farmer Grey came into the field. He was a good, kind man, and he liked Black Beauty’s mother. Black Beauty got older and his coat started to shine. It was black, but he had one white foot, a white star on his face and some white on his back. When he was a big horse, Mr. Gordon came to Black Beauty and said “Now you’ll have to learn to work. You’ll be a very good horse then.” He learns not to move when a man puts a harness on him. Or when the man puts a bit into his mouth. Black Beauty wasn’t happy with the bit in the mouth, but Farmer Grey was a kind man in every other way. The saddle wasn’t as bad as the bit. They put the bit in his mouth and the saddle on his back every day. One day Farmer Grey got on Black Beauty’s back and sat there in the saddle. Next he learned to go in carriage harness. In May a man cam and took Black Beauty away to Mr. Gordon’s home at Birtwick Park. They gave him some food, and then he looked round. There was a horse that was small and fat, with a pretty head and happy eyes. “Who are you?” Black Beauty asked. “My name is Merrylegs,” he said. A horse looked at Merrylegs from across the stable. She had a very beautiful red-brown coat, but she had angry eyes. She put her ears back. The name of the red-brown horse was Ginger. Ginger wasn’t bad, but she was very unhappy. She said, “Nobody was kind to me before I came here.” She’ll change here. “There isn’t a better place for a horse than this, anywhere. John is the best groom in the country and James is the kindest boy. Mr. Gordon was a very nice man,” Merrylegs said to me. One night, Black Beauty heard John outside. He ran to the house, and then he ran to the stable. He opened the door and came to him. “Wake up, Beauty!” he said. “You have to run now!” He put the saddle on me very quickly, and he jumped on my back. Then he road me quickly to the house. Mr. Gordon was there, with a light in his hand. “Now, John” he said, “you have to ride as fast as you can. My wife is very ill. Give this letter to the Doctor in Hertford. I want him to come quickly.” John took the letter, and we went away. When Black Beauty and John were at the doctor’s house, it was three o’clock in t he morning. Doctor White opened the window and looked out of it. “Mrs. Gordon is very ill,” John told him. “She wants you to go quickly, or she’ll die. Here is a letter from Mr. Gordon.” The doctor cam down and shut the window. But he couldn’t ride his horses so he went with Black Beauty. John stood next to him and put his hand on Beauty’s head. He was very hot. Black Beauty was very tired, but they arrived at Birtwick Park very quickly. Then he nearly fell down. His coat was hot, and water ran down his legs. Black Beauty was very ill when John came. He walked from Hertford, but he came to me. I was on the floor. “Oh, Beauty”” he said. “What did we do to you?” Black Beauty couldn’t tell him, but he knew. He put things over me and made him warm. Then he ran to the house and brought hot water. Black Beauty was very ill for one week. “Dear Beauty,” he said one day. “My good horse! My wife didn’t die, and we can thank you for that! Yes, we have to thank you!" Black Beauty was very happy about that all. THE END ! |
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