典范英语8-18【范本模板】

典范18Chapter1Scrapmanwasamechanicalman.HelivedwithWinstonwhoownedascrap—yard。ScrapmanwasmadeoutofoddsandendsthatWinstonhadsavedfromoldbrokenmachines。Hisbrainwasmadefromapersonalorganizersthatsomeonehadthrownawaygoingwrong。.Itstillwentwrong,butnowScrapmanwentwrongwithit.‘’Odear,’saidScrapmanWintonwasworkinglate。Solate,thathewashavinghissupperheatedoveragasringintheshed.Scrapmanwasopeningatinofbakedbeansforhim.Atleasthethoughtitwasatinofbakedbeans.‘Vollyodbeans,’saidScrapman。‘Ican’teatthat，’saidWinston，inatiredkindofvoice。'Can’tyoureadwhatitsaysonthelabel？’Scrapmanhunghishead。Hewasn’tverygoodatreading。Hecouldreadhisnameandafewreallyeasywordsbuthecouldn'treadwhatitsaidonthecatfoodtin.Scrapcatwaswatchingfromundertheworkbench.Hedidn’teatcatfoodeitherbecausehewasamechanicalcatandheworkedonbatteries，notcatfood.Scrapmanwentandsatinthecorner.Hefeltverysad.HewishedhecouldreadlikeEmma。Emmawashisspecialfriend.Shewasteachinghimtotalklikeahumanbeing.Shehadapictuebookwithwonderfulstoriesinitaboutrobots.Theseweremechanicalmenlikehimbuttheycoulddoamazingthings。Theycoulddriverocketsandwalkonthemoonansavepeoplefromfiresandfloodsandearthquakes。Scrapmanlovedlookingatthepictures，buthehadtowaituntilEmmacameroundtofindoutwhatthestorieswereabout。ScrapcztsawthatScrapmanwassad,sohewentandsatbesidehim.Winstonopenedapropertinofbeansandheputthetinofcatfoodinlooking，Scrapmantookitout。He’dboughtitasatreatforPatch。PatchwasEmma’scat.HelikedtocomeandplaywithScrapcatwhileEmmawasatschool。He’dclimbinthroughthewindowwhenWinstonandScrapmanwerebusy.Thenhe’dshowScrapcathowtodousefulcatthings，likechasingpiecesofstrigandhidingthingsundertheworkbench.Now，youmaybewonderingwhyWinstonandScrapmanweresobusy。TheywereworkingroundtheclockonWinston’sincredibleinvention。Itwasawonderfulflyingmachinethatdidn’tneedpetroltomakeitfly。Itwasalmostfinished。Justafewmorenutsandbotstofixanditwouldbereadyforatestflight。Butwherehadthoselastfewnutsandboitsgone？Chapter2Atlast,thedaycameforthefirsttestflight.Winstonhadclearedarunwaythroughthescrap—yard。Therunwayledoutintoafield，andbeyondthattherewasanotherfield，sotherewasplentyofroomtotakeoff。Thatmorning,Winstontookoffoneofhissocksandhungitonapoletotestthewinddirection.Itwasaneastwind,steadyandstrong,justrightfortestingaplane.EmmaarrivedearlywithPatch。She'dbroughtaspecialpicnicandabigbottleoffizzylemonadetocelebrateaftertheflight.ShefoundWinstonandScrapmanbusyunderneaththemachine,makingsomelast—minutechecks。Scrapcatwasrunninginandoutthroughhisscrapflapgivingup—to-the—minutereportsontheweather.Byteno'clockinthemorning,Winstonsaidthateverythingwasready’Itwasgoingtobecoldupthereinthesky,soheputonathickjacketwithawoollyliningoverhisoveralls。Andhewrotehisspecialgogglestoprotecthiseyesfromthewind.‘Openthedoors，’hesaidproudlytoScrapman.’Standwellback,'hesaidtoEmmaandPatch.Andthen,verycarefully,WinstonandScrapmanpushedtheflyingmachineoutintotheopen.Asmallcrowdhadgatheredoutside。Peoplehadheardabouttheflyingmachine.Theyhadcometoshareintheexcitementofseeingittakeoffforthefirsttime。Winstonheldupahandforsilence.’Welcome，’hesaid。Thenhesaidsomethingaboutthisbeinga‘historicoccasion’andeveryoneclappedandsomepeoplecheered。Onelittleboywavedthesockonthepolelikeaflag。WinstonclimbedupintotheflyingmachineandScrapmanstartedtoclimbupbehindhim.‘Stop。’saidWinston。’Youcan'tcomewithme，Scrapman。You’retoobig.Themachinecouldnevergetoffthegroundwithyouinit.'’Winstontestedtheflapsandjiggledthejoystickandlookedinhismirrorstocheckthateverythingwasworkingproperly.Thenhepulleddownhisgogglesandturneduphiscollar。Hewavedproudlytothecrowd.‘Chocksaway。’hecalledout,andEmmaandScrapmanpulledoutthebricksfromunderthewheels。Winstonstartedtopedal.Theflyingmachinebegantomoveforward.Hepedaledfasterandfasterandthemachinepickedupspeed。Everyoneinthecrowdheldtheirbreathastheflyingmachinfshotdowntherunway.Itgotfasteranfaster.Winstonwaspedalinglikemadandgoingredintheface.Themachinereachedthefirstfield。Itwasgoingveryfastindeed,butitdidn'ttakeoff.Itreachedthesecondfieldgoingfasterstillanditgottotheveryendofthat…Butitstilldidn’ttakeoff.‘Odear，’saidScrapman.Onehourlater,Winstonwasreadytotryagain。‘Ineedyourhelp，Scrapman,’hesai.HetookoffhiswarmwoollylinedjacketandhandedittoScrapman。Scrapmanlookedhopeful.Maybethistimehewouldhaveachancetogoupintheincredibleflyingmachine。Butnosuchluck。Winstontookoffhisboots,andhisothersockandevenhiswatch。Hewantedtomaketheflyingmachinelighter。‘Scrapman，thistimeIwantyoutogetbehindandpush，’hesaid.’Themachinehastogomuchfasterbeforeitcangetofftheground.'ScrapmanhandedWinston’swarmwoollyjacket,thesockandthewatchtoEmmaandgothisshoulderbehindthemachine。‘Chocksaway。'shoutedWinstonagain.Themachinegotunderwaymuchfasterthistime.Scrapmanwaspushingashardashecould。Hislegsweregoingsofastyoucouldhardlyseethem。Thecrowdgotexcitedandstartedclapping。Thelittleboywavedthesockonthepole。Thepeoplecheeredasthemachinespedacrossthefirstfield.Andthenextfield。Itwasgoingsofast，itleftScrapmanbehind.Bythetimetheyhadpedaledthemachinebacktothescrap—yardthecrowdhadgivenupandgonehome.ScrapmanandWinstonpusheditbackintotheshed.Oneofthewheelshadcomeloose。Winstonsaidthemachineprobablyneededagoodoilingbeforeitcouldfly。Winstonseemeddepressed。Emmalaidoutthepicniconacloth,butalthoughtheywereverygoodsandwichesandnicefizzylemonade，itwasn'tthecelebrationthey’dbeenlookingforwardto。ThenScrapmanrememberedthetinoffppdhe’dsavedasatreatforPatch。Andalthougheveryoneelsewasdepressed，Patchwashappy。Winstonspenttheafternoonintheshedmendingthewheeloftheincrediblflyingmachineandoilingeveryjoint。Hehadaworriedlookonhisfaceandhesaidhedidn’twantanyhelp。Hedidn'twhistlewhilehewasworking,whichwasabadsign。ScrapmanandEmmasatonthegrassfeelingbored.Afteerawhile,ScrapmanaskedEmmaifshewouldreadhimastoryfromherbigpicturebook。‘Scrapman,youshouldtrytolearntoread.Thanyoucouldreadthebookforyourself，’saidEmma。Scrapmandidn’tfeellikelearningtoread。HewantedtohelpWinston.Morethananything，hewantedtoflyupintheskyintheincredibleflyingmachine。Hefeltcross。Whatwasthepointinreadingaboutrobotsdoingalltheseincrediblethings,whenhewasn’tallowedtodoanything?‘Look,Scrapman,’saidEmma，pointingtoawordonthepage。’R。o.b.o。t。Whatdoesthatspell?’‘Idunno，’saidScrapmancrossly。‘Robot，'saidEmma。’Yousee.It；seasy.'Butitwasn’teasyforScrapman.‘C.a.t，’saidEmma,tryingsomethingeasier.ScrapcatsatupandprickeduphisearsandnudgedScrapman。“Cat?”askedScrapman，“Verygood。’saidEmma，’Nowhowanoutd，o,g，?'‘Idunno.’saidScrapman.’Youreadthestory,M,R，’‘Scrapman.you'renoteventrying。'saidEmma，,’I’mnotgoingtoreadtoyouifyouwon’ttry,'Andshegotupandclearedupthepicnic,ThenshepickedupPatchandwenthome,3Thatnight，Winstonfinishedworkontheflyingmachine.Hewipedhishandsonanoilyragandsaidwithasigh；’Scrapman，myoldlad，itmaynevertakeofffromtheground。Butit'safinemachineallthesame.’Andwentoffhomeforagoodnight’ssleep。Scrapmandidn’tsleep。Hesatturningthepagesofthepagesofthepicturebookandlookingatthepictures。Howhewouldlovetohaveadventuresanddobravethingsliketherobotsinthestories。HetracedafingeralongthewordsthatEmmahadbeenreadingtohim。‘R.o.b.o。b，'hespeltout.‘Robot！’Maybeitwasn’tsodifficultafterall。HesattryingtopuzzleoutthewordsofhisfavouritestoryEmmahadreadittohimoveragainsohealmostknewitbyheart。Hecouldn’treadallofthewordsbuthecouldreadenoughtorememberthestory。Hefellasleepwithhisheadontheopenpageofthebook.Thenextmorning，Scrapmanwokeupandwonderedwherehewas。Thenhelookedatbookandrememberedthathecouldread。Hefeltsoproudofhimself。Nothingwastoodifficultforhimnow。Hefeltasifhecoulddoanything.Hestoodupandstretchedandlookedaroundtheshed.Theincredibleflyingmachinewasstandingintheearlymorninglight。Thesunwasshiningonitsfreshnewpaint.That’swhenScrapmanhadanidea。HewouldgiveWinstonthebiggestsurpriseofhislife.Hewasn'ttoobigandheavyandclumsytofly.Hecoulddoincrediblethingsliketherobotsinthebook。Hewouldproveit。Hewouldshowtheworld.SoScrapmanwokeupScrapcatandthetwoofthemsettowork.Veryquietly，theyopenedthedoorsoftheshedandpushedtheincredibleflyingmachineoutintotheyard.Itwasafinemorning.Thebridsweresingingonthetelegraphwires。Winston'ssockwasstretchedoutinthebreeze,showingthatthewindwassetinjusttherightdirection。‘Ovollygood,’saidScrapmanandhewentbackintotheshed。HeputonWinston'swarmwoollyjacketandwentbacktotheflyingmachine。Scrapcathadalreadyjumpedupintothebackseatandwaswaitingexpectantly。‘Getdown,Scrapcat，'saidScrapman。‘Catsdon'tfly。'Andhemadrscrapcatjumpdownandwaitonthegrond。ScrapmantriedtoremembereverythingthatWinstonhaddone。Hejiggledtheflapsandwobbledthejoystick.Hecheckedinhismirrors。ThenhelearnedoutandgaveScrapcatarathergrandwave。‘Chocksaway!’heshoutedandScrapcatpushedthebricksawayfromunderthewheels.Scrapmanstartedpedalling.Theflyingmachineshotoffdowntherunway.ScrapcatbeltedafteritandwithonegiantleaphejumpedinbehindScrapman。Scrapmandidn’tnotice。Hewaspedallingashardashecould.Themachinewentfasterandfaster.Scrapman'slegsweregoingroundlikepistons,whichwasn’tsurprisingbacausetheywerepistons。Theyweregoingsofastthatyoucouldn’tevenseethem。Theywerejustablur.Andthen,astheygottothefirstfield，theflyingmachinestarteedtoliftverygentlyofftheground。Scrapmanwassosurprisedthathestoppedpedallingandthemachinebumpeddownonthegroundagain。SoScrapmanpedalledhardoncemoreandsureenough,themachinestartedtoliftoffintotheair。Itlifedjusthighenoughtoclearthehedgeattheendofthesecondfield.Incredibleasitseemed-theywereintheair！Butitwasn’tsoincrediblereallybecausealthoughScrapmandidn'thaveaverygoodbrain，hewasveryverystrong。hewastentimesasstrongasanordinaryman，whichmeant,unlikeWinston,Scrapmancouldpedalfastenoughtogettheflyingmachineofftheground.Thecowsinthemeadowstoppedmunchingclasswhentheysawthestrangflyingmachinezoomingoverthemandstartedmoo—ing。Thesheepraninalittlefrightenedwoollybunchtothefarendoftheirfield，baaa—ingtoeachother。Thecrowsleftthetelegraphwiresandflewinanoisyflockaroundthemachine.‘Hip—hop—haroo，’shoutedScrapman。AndScrapman。AndScrapcatpokedhisheadoutofthebackseatandwent：’Honk，honk。’WhichmadeScrapmanjumpsohardheswervedtheplanesothatitturnedinagreatcircleandflewbackacrossthescrap-yard.4Wubstonwokeuptoastrangenoise.Itsoundasifazoohadbeenletlooseinthefieldsbehindthescrap-yard.Hewentoutinhispyjamastoseewhatthematterwas。That’swhentheincredibleflyingmachinezoomedoverhead。Winstonrubbedhiseyes,hescratchedhishead,hismouthfellopen。Hecould’tbelievewhathewasseeing。Therewastheincredibleflyingmachine。Anditwasupintheair.And-no-yes—thatwasScrapmanflyingit.‘Comedown，Scrapman!'shoutedQinstonandhewavedhisarms.ButScrapmancouldn’thearhin。Hejustpedalledharderandtheflyingmachinewentfaster。Emmawasclerningherteethinthebathroonwhentheincredibleflyingmachinewentpastherwindow。Shecouldnn’tbelievehereyes.Surelythatcouldn'tbeScrapmanflyingit?Shedroppedhertoothbrushandranoutintothegarden.‘Comedown,Scrapman!'sheshouted。Andpatch，whohadseenScrapcatinthebackseat,wouldhinselfaroundherlegsandmiaowedloudly—catsdon’tfly。Scrapmanfeltveryproudwhenhesawemmawavingathimandpedalledfasterstill。Andtheflyingmachinerosehigher。SoEmmarandownthelanetoWinston'sscrap-yardandPatchranalongbehindher。Whenshegotthere，shefoundaworriedcrowdofpeoplegatheredroundWinston。‘Whataregoingtodo？’askedEmma.‘Idon'tknow，’saidWinston。That'swhenthepolicearrived。Thechiefpolicemantookhisnotebookoutofhispocketandsaid，’You’llhavetogethimdown.Wecan’thaveflyingmachinesbuzzingaroundthesky。It’snotsafe.’‘Buthow?’saidWinston。’He’stoohighuptohearme.’Thar’swhensomeonethoughtofcallingthefire—engine。WhenthefiemencametheystretchedtheirladdertoitsfulllengthandWinstonclimbeduptothetop。NexttimeScrapmancameround，Winstonwavedhisarmsandshouted,‘Comedown，Scrapman!'Scrapmanheardhinthistime.‘Odear,’hesaid。Yousee,heknewhowtogettheflyingmachineup.Butdidn’tknowhowtogetitdown.5Scrapmanstaredtopanic,sohepedalledevenfaster。Nowhewasgoingsofasthewasafaridhewouldhitsomething.Hemadewiderandwidercirclesroundthechurchandthenheheadedoutintotheopencountry。‘Wemustfollowhim，’saidthechiefpolicemanandhegotbackintohiscar.WinstonandEmmaandPatchjumpedintoWinston’svanandflowlledthepolicecar.Thefirmengotintothefire—engineandfollowedthevan，andmostofthepeoplewhohadgatheredtoseewhatwasgoingon，followedthem.Thepolicecarwentfirstwithitsbluelightflashinganditssirenblaringandtheprocessionofcarsfollowed.Offtheywentthroughthewindingcountrylanes。Theyhadtogoveryfastindeedtokeepupwiththeflyingmachine.Odear’odear，’saidScrapmanwhenhesawthepolicecarandthefire-engineandallthecarschasingafterhin.Hepedalledevenfaster.Theflyingmachineledtheprocessionmilesoutintothecountryandthenitledthemallthewaybackagain.Emmalookedoutofthevanwindou。‘PoorScrapman,’shesaid.‘helooksscared。Idon’tthinkheknowshowtocomedown.’‘Butit’ssimple,'saidWinston.’Heonlyhastoslowdownandthemachinew