Histórias para Crianças A2: The Little House

Once upon a time, there was a little house way out in the country.

She was a pretty little house, and she was strong and well-built.

The little house was very happy as she sat on the hill and watched the countryside around her.

She watched the sunrise in the morning, and she watched the sunset in the evening.

In the nights, she watched the moon grow from a thin new moon to a full moon,

then back again to a thin old moon.

And when there was no moon, she watched the stars.

Way off in the distance, she could see the lights of the city.

The little house watched the countryside slowly change with the seasons.

In the spring, she waited for the first robin.

She watched the grass turn green.

She watched the buds on the trees swell and the apple trees burst into blossom.

She watched the children playing in the brook.

In the long summer days, she sat in the sun and watched the trees cover themselves with leaves,

and white daisies covered the hill.

She watched the apples turn red and ripen.

She watched the children swimming in the pool.

In the fall, she watched the first frost turn the leaves bright yellow, orange, and red.

She watched the harvest gathered and the apples picked.

She watched the children going back to school.

In the winter, she watched the children coasting and skating.

Year followed year.

The apple trees grew old, and new ones were planted.

Now, at night, the lights of the city seemed brighter and closer.

One day, the little house was surprised to see a horseless carriage coming down the winding country road.

Pretty soon, there were more of them on the road and fewer carriages pulled by horses.

Pretty soon, along came a steam shovel, and it dug a road through the hill covered with daisies.

Then some trucks with tar and sand,

and finally, a steamroller came and rolled it all smooth.

And the road was done.

Now the little house watched the trucks and automobiles going back and forth to the city.

Gasoline stations, roadside stands, and small houses followed the new road.

Everyone and everything moved much faster now than before.

More roads were made, and more houses and bigger houses,

apartment houses, and tenement houses.

Schools, stores, and garages crowded the little house.

No one wanted to live in her and take care of her anymore.

Now, it was not so quiet and peaceful at night.

Now, the lights of the city were bright and very close.

And the streetlights shone all night.

The little house missed the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

Pretty soon, there were trolley cars going back and forth in front of the little house

all day and part of the night.

Everyone seemed to be very busy, and everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

Pretty soon, there was an elevated train going back and forth above the little house.

The air was filled with dust and smoke.

Now, she couldn't tell when spring came or summer or fall or winter.

It all seemed about the same.

Pretty soon, there was a subway going back and forth underneath the little house.

People were moving faster and faster.

No one noticed the little house anymore.

They hurried by without a glance.

Pretty soon, they tore down the apartment houses and tenement houses around the little house.

Pretty soon, they started building up.

They built up 25 stories on one side and 35 stories on the other.

Now, the little house only saw the sun at noon.

And didn't see the moon or stars at night at all.

At night, she used to dream of the country, and the field of daisies, and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

The little house was very sad and lonely.

Her windows were broken, and her shutters hung crookedly.

She looked shabby,

though she was just as good a house as ever underneath.

Then one fine morning in spring, along came the great-great-granddaughter of the man who built the little house so well.

She saw the shabby little house, but she didn't hurry by.

She said to her husband,

"That looks just like the little house my grandmother lived in when she was a little girl."

"Only that little house was way out in the country."

They found out it was the very same house.

So they went to the movers to see if the little house could be moved.

The movers said, "Sure! This little house is as good as ever."

"She's built so well, we could move her anywhere."

So they jacked up the little house and put her on wheels.

At first, the little house was frightened,

but after she got used to it, she rather liked it.

They rolled along the big road.

And they rolled along the little roads.

Until they were way out in the country.

Finally, they saw a little hill in the middle of a field,

and apple trees growing around.

"There!" said the great-great-granddaughter, "That's just the place!"

"Yes, it is," said the little house to herself.

The windows and shutters were fixed. And once again, they painted her a lovely shade of pink.

The little house smiled happily.

Once again, she could watch the sun, and moon, and stars.

Once again, she could watch spring, and summer, and fall, and winter come and go.

Once again, she was lived in and taken care of.

The stars twinkled above her.

A new moon was coming.

It was spring.

And all was quiet and peaceful in the country.