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Kevin! Wow, You did it.
You painted the night sky and press the stars. They are twinkling.
Why dont't you listen to the story of a girl who likes a moon?
This story is written by Eric Carle.
Before listening, please look at the picture that you painted.
What can you see in the sky?
Stars, a moon,...
Yeah, right. Stars are twinkling, and the moon is looking at us.
Please look down here.
You can meet a girl, and she is in the house with her father.
Her name is Monica.
Every night, she thought, "I wish I could play with the moon."
No matter how much she streched, she could not touch the moon.
So, she asked her father,"papa, please get the moon for me."
Papa got a very long ladder. (¿©±â¼ ºÎÁ÷Æ÷ »ç´Ù¸®¸¦ ÇÑ ¸¶µð¾¿ Æì¼ Á¡Á¡ ±æ¾îÁö´Â ¸ð½ÀÀ» º¸¿©ÁÖÁö¿ä. ±×¸®°í ³ª¹«Á¥°¡¶ôÀ» ºÙ¿© ¸¸µç ¾ÆºüÀÎÇü ¼Õ¿¡ »ç´Ù¸®¸¦ ºÙ¿© »êÀ¸·Î ¿Ã¶ó°¡´Â ½Ã´¿À» ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.)
He carried it to the top of the high mountain. (µÑ°¸¦ À§ÇØ High ¸¦ ¹«Àð°Ô °Á¶ÇÏ°í¿ä)
Then he climbed up up up to the moon.
But it's too big to take the moon.
Uh-h, What's wrong with the moon?
Look! The moon got smaller, smaller, and smaller, and it was just the right size to take. (Å« º¸¸§´Þ µÚ¿¡ ÀÛÀº ´ÞÀ» ¿©·¯°³ ÂïÂïÀÌ·Î ¹Ì¸® ºÙ¿© ³õ¾Ò´Ù°¡
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After he climbed down to the ground, papa said to Monica, "Here you are. This is the moon for you."
Monica was very happy. So she jumped up and down, hugged it and threw it into the air.
Can you notice the fact that the moon get smaller than before?
Oh, no!
It disappeared altogether.
Monica looks so sad. Maybe she wants to play with thw moon again.
Then, one night she saw the thin silver moon.
Each night the moon grew and grew and grew.
At last it became a very big full moon.
Please say "Good bye" to the moon.
Kevin, did you have fun?
Let's find the moon tonight.