英语演讲故事（三分钟内）The mushstoolThe mushroom and the toadstool were growing side by side between a larch and a pine. “See what a lady I am.”declared the toadstool. “Tall,slim and pale,and dressed in the latest fashion.everyone must like me!” When the mushroom said nothing,she added an insult. “But you are horrible and a very shabbily-dressed sort of fungus!” Only when the mushroomers came along,they took the mushroom with a yelp of delight,and almost kicked the toadstool. It was long time before she got over the shock of their insults. “Horrible old toadstool!” “Am I to grieve over not being sliced up and dropped in a pan of soup?”she comforted herself. But all the same she,too,wanted to be picked,rocked in a basket,and eaten. So she called a passing slug and got him to alter her dress a little.He took a bite here and a nibble there,and in a while the toadstool looked quite edible. She was in luck. the great mushroomer Gadby came strolling along, “Hurrah!” he shouted. “I’ve discovered a new fungus—the mushstool, henceforth to be known as Gadby’s mushstool.” So the toadstool got what she wanted. She was taken home to the mushroomer’s cottage,fried,and eaten. I know you’re thinking that Gadby must have poisoned himself. But actually he had in his time eaten so many half-edible and quarter-edible fungi that not even a toadstool in disguise could hurt him. He was packed full of antidote.And a coloured picture of Gadby’s mushstool appeared in all the encyclopaedias of fungi. But no one ever found another specimen.
英语演讲故事（三分钟内）The mushstoolThe mushroom and the toadstool were growing side by side between a larch and a pine. “See what a lady I am.”declared the toadstool. “Tall,slim and pale,and dressed in the latest fashion.everyone must like me!” When the mushroom said nothing,she added an insult. “But you are horrible and a very shabbily-dressed sort of fungus!” Only when the mushroomers came along,they took the mushroom with a yelp of delight,and almost kicked the toadstool. It was long time before she got over the shock of their insults. “Horrible old toadstool!” “Am I to grieve over not being sliced up and dropped in a pan of soup?”she comforted herself. But all the same she,too,wanted to be picked,rocked in a basket,and eaten. So she called a passing slug and got him to alter her dress a little.He took a bite here and a nibble there,and in a while the toadstool looked quite edible. She was in luck. the great mushroomer Gadby came strolling along, “Hurrah!” he shouted. “I’ve discovered a new fungus—the mushstool, henceforth to be known as Gadby’s mushstool.” So the toadstool got what she wanted. She was taken home to the mushroomer’s cottage,fried,and eaten. I know you’re thinking that Gadby must have poisoned himself. But actually he had in his time eaten so many half-edible and quarter-edible fungi that not even a toadstool in disguise could hurt him. He was packed full of antidote.And a coloured picture of Gadby’s mushstool appeared in all the encyclopaedias of fungi. But no one ever found another specimen.