原版牛津阅读树无字书文本12篇全讲解学习

原版牛津阅读树无字书文本12篇全

Day 1 At School

It was Kipper's first day at school.

He didn't want to go in.

So he held onto the gate post. 

Kipper was shy. He hid in the cloakroom. “Come on!”

Kipper played in the home corner. 

Kipper cooked a LEGO stew.

It was the end of the day. 

Kipper didn't want to go home. 

What did he do? He held onto the gate post.

Day 2 Getting Up

Kipper brushed his teeth. He knew a secret. 

Kipper looked for his clothes and the surprise he had hid in his bottom drawer.

Kipper got his shirt. 

Kipper put on his trainers. 

The post lady arrived. 

She had a bigger pile of envelopes than usual.

The surprise was for Dad. 

It was his birthday.

Day 3 Look Out

Kipper's friend lent him his road ripper.

Kipper imagined he was a famous ripper rider in a race.

Kipper whizzed around the house and screeched onto the lawn.

“Oh.”

Kipper didn't know how to stop the road ripper.

Everyone taught Kipper how to be a careful rider.

Day 4 The Haircut

One day, Dad said to Mum, “Kipper's hair is getting really long again. It's time he had a cut.”

“Oh, dear,” groaned mum. “I don't think I want to know about this. Ask me to clean a crocodile's teeth, or cut a tiger's toe nails. But don't ask me to cut Kipper's hair.”

Mum had been dreading cutting Kipper's hair, ever since the last time she did it. The trouble was, Kipper made a terrible fuss. He just wouldn't keep still when Mum shampooed his hair. And he cried, because she got a little drop of shampoo in his eye. But that was nothing, compared to the trouble she had when she tried to give him the haircut. He wiggled and jiggled and squirmed and fidgeted so that Mum was cross with him. Then as soon as he did sit still, Mum made a little nick on his ear with the scissors. And after that, Kipper made a bigger fuss than ever.

“Surely, it's not that difficult a job.” said Dad.

“Difficult? Difficult?” exclaimed Mum. “I'd rather polish a python or rinse a rhinoceros.”

“Now, who's making a fuss.” said Dad.

“I know what.” said Mum, giving Dad a funny knowing sort of smile. “You cut Kipper's hair. After all, I'm going out this afternoon. So it can be a nice little job for you.”

“Well, urr…umm…oh…all right then.” said Dad. “I don't think Kipper will give me any trouble. He just needs handling the right way.”

As soon as Mum had gone. Dad took Kipper up to the bathroom. He started combing his hair.

“Do you know?” he said, in his jolliest voice. “I heard of a little boy who made so much fuss when he had his hair cut that nobody was ever able to cut it. It grew so long, that the boy couldn't see where he was going. And he kept bumping into doors and crashing into lamp post and tripping over the cat. I can't imagine you'd be as silly as that, Kipper.”

“Oh, ouch!” cried Kipper. “You're hurting. Mum never hurts like that when she combs my hair.”

“I thought we could wash your hair, then I can give it a little cut.” said Dad.

“Oh…aw…” wailed Kipper, wiggling and squirming away. “I don't want my hair cut.”

“This is going to be trickier than I thought.” said Dad. “But I've just had a brilliant idea.”

Dad persuaded Kipper to have his hair cut at a hairdresser's. He told Kipper that the hairdresser was so good at cutting hair that Kipper would really enjoy it. At first, Kipper wasn't too sure. So Dad said, “I had my hair cut at a hairdresser when I was a little boy and I didn't make a fuss. I remember thinking it was good fun.”

“Well, all right.” said Kipper. “But if going to a hairdresser is such fun, why does Mum always cut your hair?”

“She doesn't always.” said Dad. “I tell you what, I'll have my hair cut at the same time as you. I bet you I won't make a fuss.”

So Dad took Kipper to a hairdresser in the high street. It's called Snips Hair Salon. The shop looked very bright and attractive.

“Snips is a good name for a hairdresser's.” thought Kipper.

The first thing that happened to Kipper and Dad, once they were in the salon, was that they had their hair washed. Dad had his washed by an assistant called Andy. And Kipper, had his washed by an assistant called Nicky. Much to his surprise, Kipper enjoyed having his hair washed by Nicky. She didn't wash it in the way Mum did it at home. Instead, Kipper sat with his back to the basin and he leaned backwards. The basin didn't have taps. It had a special hose that Nicky could control by pressing a little trigger on the end. Nicky was very careful not to let any water run on to Kipper's face. Next to Kipper, Andy was shampooing Dad's hair.

“Be careful with all this foam,” Kipper heard Dad say. “I don't want shampoo in my eyes… I hope you won't let the water run dawn my neck… You will make sure the water isn't too hot, won't you?”

“Dad's making a bit of a fuss,” thought Kipper.

After the shampooing was finished. Andy and Nicky sat Dad and Kipper on different chairs in front of a big, long mirror.

"Excuse me, sir," said Nicky. “What would you like me to do with Kipper's hair? Shall I give him a trim?”

Dad remembered how quickly Kipper's hair grew. He remembered the fuss Kipper made whenever Mum cut it and last of all he saw how expensive it was to have a haircut in the salon. So he said, “No, not just a trim. I think you'd better cut it short. Yes, quite short!”

“And how about you, sir?” said Andy.

Kipper looked at Dad, and Dad looked at Kipper. Then Dad said, “Oh….um….er….yes. I'd like mine quiet short, too.”

Snip, snip, snip! Snip-snip! Went the scisoors. Kipper looked sideways at Dad. Dad didn't look too happy.

“I bet he did make a fuss when he was a little boy,” thought Kipper.

Dad and Kipper were really pleased with their haircuts.

“You look different,” Kipper told Dad.

“So do you, Kipper,” said Dad. “You look different, too. You look quite grown up with short hair.”

“It will be really easy to keep it tidy,” said Kipper. “No more having it pulled when Mum tries to comb it. And it will be so much easier to wash. I'm glad we went to Snips. And you see, I didn't make a fuss. Not once.”

“No, you were a good boy,” said Dad. “I wonder what Mum will say when she sees our smart new haircuts.”

Mum was home already. When she opened the front door and saw Kipper and Dad with their new short haircuts, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Do you know what she said? She said, “Good gracious, you both look as if you've been run over by a lawnmower.”

Now that wasn't very nice… was it?

Day 5 The Lost Teddy

Have you ever ridden on a bus? The one that Mum and Kipper are just about to catch, has upstairs and downstairs. Do you know what a bus like this is called? Kipper liked riding on the double-decker bus. He likes to go upstairs and sit in the very front seat. Then he could pretend that he was the driver.

Kipper and Mum are standing at the bus stop. They are just about to get on the bus to go to town. I wonder if they will go upstairs and sit in the front seat this time.

“We won't go all the way upstairs today, Kipper,” said Mum, “Because there won't be time. We're getting off at the next stop.”

Mum had taken Kipper with her when she went to have her eyes tested. If she had been by herself, Mum would have walked, but in the first place Mum was in a hurry, and Kipper couldn't walk fast enough. And in the second place, Kipper loved riding on a double-decker bus, so Mum thought it would be a treat for him.

As it was only a short ride, Kipper and Mum sat downstairs. In no time at all, the bus pulled up at the next stop, and Kipper and Mum had to get off. Oh no! Kipper was so surprised that the journey was over that he left Teddy behind, sitting on the seat.

As soon as Kipper got off the bus, he remembered Teddy. “I've left Teddy on the bus!” he gasped. “I've left Teddy behind!” By this time, the bus had moved off and was almost out of sight, so it wasn't possible for Mum to run after it.

“Oh Kipper!” said Mum. “There's not much I can do at the moment. I'm already late for my eye-test.”

“But what about Teddy?” wailed Kipper.

“When we get home we'll phone the bus company. I expect the bus conductor will find Teddy and look after him until we can get him back.”

When Kipper went to bed that night, he was very upset. He couldn't get to sleep without Teddy to keep him company, and he couldn't help crying. Biff and Chip tried to cheer him up. They took some of their favorite toys to give Kipper.

“Don't cry,” said Chip.

“I can't help it!” sniffed Kipper. “I keep wondering if I'll ever see Teddy again. What if someone has found him and kept him?”

The next day, Mum said to Kipper, “Come on, we're going on the bus again. We're going to the Lost Property Office at the bus station.”

A lost property office is a place that looks after all the things that people have lost on buses. And you'd be surprised at things people lose.

“I expect lots of children lose teddy bears and toys,” said Mum. “There's probably a special department that looks after teddy bears.”

Mum said this to try and cheer Kipper up, but he was so worried that Teddy wouldn't be at the Lost Property Office, that he didn't feel in the mood to be cheered up. At last they arrived at the bus station, and they went straight to the place that said “Lost Property”. Kipper had fingers crossed on both hands and he kept saying to himself, “I wish. I hope… I wish… I hope…”

When Mum asked the lady if Kipper's Teddy bear had been handed in. She said, “I expect so. We had five teddy bears in yesterday, so I expect Kipper's is in the box.” And it was!

You can imagine how pleased Kipper was to see Teddy again, and you can imagine how glad Teddy was to see Kipper. As for all the other lost teddies—well, they do look sad. But don't worry. The lady told Kipper that their owners would all come in and find them, sooner or later. In fact, as Kipper and Mum were leaving, a sad-looking little girl was going into the Lost Property Office with her dad.

“I bet I know what she's lost,” said Kipper.

Day 6 The Library

Do you like books? Kipper does. Here he is settling down with a really interesting book about..well, can you tell what his book is about? What does it say on the cover?

Kipper's book isn't a story book, although there is nothing he likes better than a good story. This book is an information book. Kipper likes information books because he likes to find out about things. This story is about the day that Dad took Kipper to the library to get some new books to read.

It was Dad's turn to take Kipper to the library.

“Oh dear,” said Dad. “Some of these books should have been taken back at least a week ago. That means I'll have to pay a fine.”

Kipper liked the library, but this time he was very excited. Usually Mum and sometimes Dad, went with him to the children's section and helped him to choose a book. But today, he was going to be allowed to choose some books all by himself.

“I'm sorry, but there's a fine to pay on all these books”, said the librarian, as Dad handed his books in.

“Oh… er… um,” said Dad. “I'm afraid I've only got a five-pound note. Do you have any change?”

“Plenty, sir,” said the librarian.

“Off you go then, Kipper,” said Dad. “You choose some books for yourself, and I'll go and choose some for Mum and me.”

Kipper couldn't wait to browse through the shelves looking at all the exciting books in the children's corner.!

“Wow!” said Kipper to himself. “There are loads and loads of books to choose from.”

The children's corner had a carpet on the floor, and it had small, comfortable plastic chairs. The children could either sit in the chairs or lie on the carpet and have a good look at the books before deciding which ones to take home. To Kipper's delight, the reading corner wasn't very busy.

“There's plenty of room today,” he said to himself. “I can spread out, like I do at home.”

Soon Kipper was busy looking at the books on the shelves. Then he took every single book he liked the look of and put it in a pile beside one of the chairs. Then he sat down and began looking at them, one by one. Now you can see what he meant by “spreading out”

Soon, the floor all round him was covered in books. The trouble was, Kipper liked every book, and he simply couldn't decide which ones to take home. When Dad had chosen a book for himself and a book for Mum, he told Kipper that it was almost time to go..

“Decide quickly, Kipper,” he said, looking at all the books Kipper had spread out over the floor, “and make sure you put the rest of the books back on the right shelves.”

The trouble was, Kipper couldn't decide.

“I want that one, and that one,” he said. “These two. That one over there…oh, and I want this one, especially. And I think I want this little one. Yes. And I want the one I've just put down. Oh and the one I've just picked up…”

In the end he decided to take all the books he had looked at that morning. And that meant he had seventeen books with him when he staggered up to the librarian's counter.

“Goodness me!” said the librarian. “I'm afraid you can't take seventeen books home, all at one go. Children are only allowed to have three at a time.”

In the end, Dad helped Kipper to choose three books, but that wasn't easy, because Kipper got the pile down to four, and then couldn't decide which one of the four to put back.

“Well,” said Dad. “Normally I can take out six books. I've only got two, so I'll take out one for you on my ticket. And that way, you can have four books this time. And that way we can get home in time for dinner!”

So that's what Dad did, and Kipper carried the four books home. On the way, Kipper said, “Dad, if you only got two books out, and you could have had six. That means I could have had…um….”

“Yes,” said Dad, “four extra books, not just one extra. Don't even think it, Kipper. The three books you've got there, and one extra, are quite enough. After all, you can come back in a day or two and change them.”

“Oh, can I?” said Kipper. “I'd forgotten that!”

Day 7 Swing Ball

Biff and Chip played football.

Chip kicked the plastic football at the roses.

It punched on one of the sharp thorns.

Biff and Chip played badminton.

Chip hit the shuttlecock so hard.

It flew up the air and landed on the roof.

Biff and Chip played French cricket.

Biff whacked the ball over the fence into the neighbour's garden.

Dad bought a swing ball.

Biff and Chip played with the swing ball.

Day 8 The Street Fair

When Dad took Biff and Chip into town to do some shopping, there was a big surprise for all three of them: A street fair was being held.

The street fair was exciting. There were lots of things to see.

There was a face-painting store.

“That looks fun!” said Biff.

When Dad and the twins came home. Their painted faces gave Kipper and Mum a big surprise!

Mum painted Kipper's face. And then she took a photograph of them all. She couldn't paint Floppy's face. So look what she did instead.

Day 9 The Big Box

This enormous box was left behind, when a new fridge freezer was delivered to the house. The box gave Biff and Chip a good idea, so they asked mom if they could have it. Can you guess what their idea was?

When the new fridge freezer was delivered, it came in a huge cardboard box.

“May we have the box, mum?” asked Chip. “it would be a great thing to play with. Maybe we could make a little house out of it. It would only be our little house,” said Biff, “because i don't think more than one of us could get inside it.”

The delivery man said he had some even bigger boxes in the back of his van. “Normally I throw them away,” he said, “so if you want them, you are welcome to them.” “Wow... Thanks!” said Biff and Chip.

Mum helped Biff and Chip make the house. She carefully cut out the windows and door, and she thought of a way to make a sloping roof. Biff and Chip painted the little house. Chip painted a brick pattern on the sides, and when he had finished, Biff had a go at painting tiles on the roof.

“It’s brilliant inside.” said Chip, crawling through the little door, “maybe we can put some tiny furniture in here.” “Just stay outside while I'm cutting these windows out,” warned mum.

When the house was finished, everyone thought it looked really good. There was room inside for Biff, Chip and Kipper, and there was even a little extension for Floppy. Chip had painted a sign that said “our house”, and another one that said “Floppy”. Biff found a little chair and a stool that were small enough to fit inside. “I think it's brilliant,” said Kipper. He liked the tall part of the house where everyone could stand up.

“You'd better come inside,” Chip called to Biff, “it’s beginning to rain.” It didn't just rain. It poured. At first, it was fun inside the little house. The children looked out at the rain and felt very snug and safe. But after a while, water began to drip on them, and big wet patches appeared in the walls. “Oh... no!”, said Biff, “I don't think cardboard is waterproof. I think the house is collapsing!” “Hmm... the walls do feel soggy,” said Chip, “and the roof’s beginning to sag.” Mum ran out into the garden. “Oh dear,” she said, “I should have warned you about the rain. We should have put the little house in the carriage until the rain stopped. What a pity! After all the work you've done to make the house look nice, now it's ruined.”

Later that day dad found a tent, and he put it up in the garden. “Sorry your cardboard house was spoiled by the rain,” he said, “but you can keep this tent up for as long as you like. Luckily the rain won't spoil it. It's quite waterproof.” “we like the tent,” Said Chip, “at least it won't go soggy.” “No. But tents can collapse,” said dad, “so we must make sure we put all the pegs in firmly.”

In fact, the tent did collapse, but that's part of another story.

Day 10 Fetch

Mom and the twins wondered if floppy would go for a swim to fetch a stick if they threw one in the water. After all the dog that we’re watching seemed to be enjoying itself.

One windy afternoon Biff and Chip went with mum when she took floppy out for his daily walk. They went to the park which wasn't very far away. The children liked going to the park. It had a little lake in it. Sometimes there were ducks on the lake, but on this particular afternoon there was a lady with two dogs who were jumping into the water to fetch sticks.

“Look at those dogs swimming after sticks,” said Biff, “I didn't know dogs could swim so well?” “Oh, yes,” said mom, “dogs are good swimmers. Some dogs have been known to rescue people and save them from drowning.” Floppy likes fetching things,” said Biff, “he loves chasing after balls in the garden. Do you think he would jump in the lake and fetch a stick?” “I don't know,” said mom, “I've never seen him swim. I wonder if he will.”

She picked up the stake and threw it into the lake. “Fetch it, Floppy!” she called, “Go on! Fetch!” Floppy didn't move. He didn't move when biff tried throwing his stick. “I'd have thought that seeing those two dogs in the water would have given him the idea,” said chip. They all tried throwing more sticks, but Floppy simply wouldn't move.

“At this rate there will be enough sticks in the water to build a bridge,” laughed mom. “I can't believe Floppy won't swim for us,” said Biff. She found one more stick and showed it to Floppy, but just as she threw it, a gust of wind blew her hat off and it went flying off into the lake.

“Oh, no!” Biff yelled, “my hat!” The hat sailed through the air spinning round and round. Then it landed in the lake where it floated among all the sticks that Biff, Chip and mum had thrown in. “Oh dear,” wailed Biff, “the wind is blowing it out farther and farther. We'll never be able to reach it, and it was my favorite hat too.”

Suddenly Floppy ran towards the lake. With an enormous bound, he sprang into the water and swam towards Biff’s hat. “Wow,” said Biff, “who said Floppy wouldn't go for a swim! What a good dog! It's ‘Floppy to the rescue’, all right?” said Chip, “Look! He's rescued Biff’s hat!”

Floppy looked really pleased with himself as he came out of the water. He carried Biff’s hat very carefully in his jaws.

“Thank you, Floppy,” said Biff, taking the hat, “What a clever dog you are!”

“Hooray!” said Chip, “I think floppy is a sensible dog. He won't jump in a cold lake to fetch silly sticks, but when it comes to a proper rescue, he can swim really well.”

At that moment floppy shook himself and the water from his coat sprayed all over Biff, Chip and mum.

“Hey!” called mom, “You're making us all wet! Stop it, Floppy!”

Floppy gave a little bark. He can't talk, of course, but if he could, I wonder what he would have said。

Day 11 The Hedgehog

Floppy is playing with Biff. He's having a great time chasing the ball, every time Biff throws it. But what's that in the front of the picture. It looks like another ball. The ball landed near an old tire and next to some planks of wood, but when Floppy went to pick it up, he found not one ball.

Biff called mum and chip. “I think we've got a hedgehog in the garden,” she said. Mum and chip came out to see it. “You're right, Biff,” said mum, “It is a hedgehog. I expect it thinks that all this junk is a good place to sleep.” “Is it asleep now?” asked chip. “I don't think so,” said mum.

Not with all this noise and commotion going on around it. It curls into a ball to protect itself. It will just stay curled up like that until it thinks it's safe to snuffle around looking for food.

“Can we give it some food?” asked Biff. “Well, it's best not to,” said mom, “Hedgehogs like to eat grubs and worms and snails. It's not a good idea to put food out for it, but we can put a source of of water out if you like.”

When it was dark, mum told the children to put on their coats. Then she got a lamp from the carriage and lit it. “Where are we going?” asked Kipper. Mum hung the lamp on a nail outside and everyone waited very quietly.

Dozens and dozens of moths and insects began to flutter near the lamp.

“Insects like to fly towards bright light at night,” said chip.

“Sh...,” said mum, “Let's keep very quiet and see what else we can see.”

Then as they watched, the hedgehog walked past. They could see it quite clearly in the light of the lamp.

“Isn't it a funny little creature?” said Biff, “I didn't know it looked quite like that.”

“It hunts for food at night,” said mum, “I expect it's off to look for some juicy fat slugs.”

“Eh...”, said Kipper, “Fancy eating slugs!”

“Well if it saw some of the things we eat it would probably say ‘Eh...’, too,” laughed mum.

Day 12 The Apple

“Look! There's an apple”

“It's a big juicy apple!”

“Daddy, I want that apple.”

“Hm... hm... It's too high to reach.”

“I have a good idea.”

“Little more, daddy, little more.”

“I can't reach it! It's too high!”

“Stand on your tip toe.”

“I have another idea.”

“I've almost got it, daddy.”

“You are very heavy!”

“Chip, be careful!”

“OK. Ah... Ah...”

“I’ve got it... Oh... No... The apple’s falling! Catch it! Mommy!”

“Oops... Catch it, Biff!”

“Oops... Catch it, Kipper!”

“Oh no!”

“Wow, wow!”

“Floppy is eating the apple.”

“Oh, no, Floppy.”

“It looks so yummy.”

“Ha ha ha, you're lucky, floppy.”

Hit an apple wash it carefully.

Wash it wash it wash it carefully.

Cut the apple cut it carefully.

Cut it cut it very carefully.

Eat the apple

Eat it eat it eat the big apple.

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