急求儿童英语小故事长度在3分钟内的？

A:Excuse me,are you from Talkback communications?
B:Yes,are you Mr.Li,the manager of the personnel department in Tomorrow cellphone?
A:Yes.
B:This is Mr.Smith,the CEO for Talkback communications.
A:Nice to meet you.
C:Nice to meet you too.
A:It`s very successful for your company to conduct a large number of fields.
C:Thank you.We do business in a lat of fields,such as telecommunications and computers.Even so,our main area of business is new cellphone technology.
A:I hear your company is doing quite well.
C:Yes,let my assistant tell you in detail.
B:Well,we made our five million dollars profit last year.Experts say our company will grow by up to 15% next year.
A:That`s great,thank you very much.
C:How about your company?
A:Our company is conducting well.We do business in cellphone development.So I think we can have a good cooperation.
C:Well,I hope so.
B:We are all looking forward to tomorrow`s meeting.
A:I have booked rooms for you at Tianshan hotel.Car should come right away.
C:Thanks a lot.
A:It is my pleasure.
A为中国公司636f7079e799bee5baa6e997aee7ad94334部门经理 B为外国总裁助理 C为外国总裁

爸妈网有很多绘本故事。带MP3。还有的动画片有很多一个一个的小故事连成的。像粉红小猪，有全英文版动zhidao画片，每5分钟一个故事。除了前奏和结尾也就3分钟。第一部54级，一共3部。我家孩子很喜欢看。晚上我还给她听MP3。都是动画版片转换的MP3。都是爸妈网里下载的。里面还有对应的绘本。还权有很多的好东西，动画，绘本音频，像卡由。。。。
相信你会利用那些资源一定会喜欢那里的。
Dick was seven years old, and his sister, Catherine, was five. One day their mother took them to their aunt's house to play while she went to the big city to buy some new clothes.

The children played for an hour, and then at half past four their aunt took Dick into the kitchen. She gave him a nice cake and a knife and said to him, "Now here's a knife, Dick. Cut this cake in half and give one of the pieces to your sister, but remember to do it like a gentleman."

"Like a gentleman?" Dick asked. "How do gentlemen do it?"

"They always give the bigger piece to the other person." answered his aunt at once.

The Tale of Benjamin Bunny （复e79fa5e98193e78988e69d83337活节的兔子）by Beatrix PotterOne morning a little rabbit sat on a bank.He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony.A gig was coming along the road - it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet.As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off - with a hop, skip and a jump - to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. McGregor's garden.That wood was full of rabbit holes - and in the neatest sandiest hole of all, cousins - Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter.Old Mrs. Rabbit was a widow - she earned her living by knitting rabbit-wool mittens and muffetees (I once bought a pair at a bazaar). She also sold herbs, and rosemary tea, and rabbit-tobacco (which is what we call lavender).Little Benjamin did not very much want to see his Aunt.He came round the back of the fir tree, and nearly tumbled upon the top of his Cousin Peter.Peter was sitting by himself. He looked poorly, and was dressed in a red cotton pocket handkerchief."Peter," said little Benjamin, in a whisper, "who has got your clothes?"Peter replied, "The scarecrow in Mr. McGregor's garden," and described how he had been chased about the garden, and had dropped his shoes and coat.Little Benjamin sat down beside his cousin, and assured him that Mr. McGregor had gone out in a gig, and Mrs. McGregor also - and certainly for the day, because she was wearing her best bonnet.Peter said he hoped that it would rain.At this point, old Mrs. Rabbit's voice was heard inside the rabbit hole calling, "Cottontail! Cottontail! fetch some more camomile!"Peter said he thought he might feel better if he went for a walk.They went away hand in hand, and got upon the flat top of the wall at the bottom of the wood. From here they looked down into Mr. McGregor's garden. Peter's coat and shoes were plainly to be seen upon the scarecrow, topped with an old tamoshanter of Mr. McGregor's.Little Benjamin said, "It spoils people's clothes to squeeze under a gate - the proper way to get in, is to climb down a pear tree."Peter fell down head first - but it was of no consequence, as the bed below was newly raked and quite soft.It had been sown with lettuces.They left a great many odd little foot marks all over the bed, especially little Benjamin, who was wearing clogs.Little Benjamin said that the first thing to be done was to get back Peter's clothes, in order that they might be able to use the pocket handkerchief.They took them off the scarecrow. There had been rain during the night - there was water in the shoes, and the coat was somewhat shrunk.Benjamin tried on the tamoshanter, but it was too big for him.Then he suggested that they should fill the pocket handkerchief with onions, as a little present for his Aunt.Peter did not seem to be enjoying himself - he kept hearing noises.Benjamin, on the contrary, was perfectly at home, and ate a lettuce leaf. He said that he was in the habit of coming to the garden with his father to get lettuces for their Sunday dinner.(The name of little Benjamin's papa was old Mr. Benjamin Bunny.)The lettuces certainly were very fine.Peter did not eat anything - he said he should like to go home. Presently he dropped half the onions.Little Benjamin said that it was not possible to get back up the pear tree, with a load of vegetables. He led the way boldly towards the other end of the garden. They went along a little walk on planks, under a sunny red brick wall.The mice sat on their door steps cracking cherry stones, they winked at Peter Rabbit and little Benjamin Bunny.Presently Peter let the pocket handkerchief go again.They got amongst flower pots, and frames and tubs - Peter heard noises worse than ever, his eyes were as big as lollipops!He was a step or two in front of his cousin, when he suddenly stopped.This is what those little rabbits saw round that corner!Little Benjamin took one look, and then, in half a minute less than no time, he hid himself and Peter and the onions underneath a large basket. . . .The cat got up and stretched herself, and came and sniffed at the basket.Perhaps she liked the smell of onions!Anyway, she sat down upon the top of the basket.She sat there for five hours.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I cannot draw you a picture of Peter and Benjamin underneath the basket, because it was quite dark, and because the smell of onions was fearful - it made Peter Rabbit and little Benjamin cry.The sun got round behind the wood, and it was quite late in the afternoon - but still the cat sat upon the basket.At length there was a pitter patter, pitter patter, and some bits of mortar fell from the wall above.The cat looked up and saw old Mr. Benjamin Bunny prancing along the top of the wall of the upper terrace.He was smoking a pipe of rabbit tobacco, and had a little switch in his hand.He was looking for his son.Old Mr. Bunny had no opinion whatever of cats.He took a tremendous jump off the top of the wall on to the top of the cat, and cuffed it off the basket, and kicked it into the garden house, scratching off a handful of fur.The cat was too much surprised to scratch back.When old Mr. Bunny had driven the cat into the greenhouse, he locked the door.Then he came back to the basket and took out his son Benjamin by the ears, and whipped him with the little switch.Then he took out his nephew Peter.Then he took out the handkerchief of onions, and marched out of the garden.When Mr. McGregor returned about half an hour later, he observed several things which perplexed him.It looked as though some person had been walking all over the garden in a pair of clogs - only the foot marks were too ridiculously little!Also he could not understand how the cat could have managed to shut herself up inside the greenhouse, locking the door upon the outside.When Peter got home, his mother forgave him, because she was so glad to see that he had found his shoes and coat. Cottontail and Peter folded up the pocket handkerchief, and old Mrs. Rabbit strung up the onions and hung them from the kitchen ceiling, with the rabbit tobacco.