文学作为一种艺术形式，对于儿童可以发挥巨大的治疗作用。故事是儿童最为喜闻乐见的形式，以童话故事为治疗手段的艺术治疗，往往对儿童有较好的治疗效果，且有很强的操作性。以下是人见人爱的小编分享的简短英语童话故事【通用9篇】，您的肯定与分享是对小编最大的鼓励。
In the forest， there is a bear and his mother.
One day， mother bear said to the bear， "son， you have grown up. You should go to the city to see what the house looks like in the city."
On the second day， the bear got up early and set off after breakfast.
When bear walked along the road， he raised his head high. "Oh！ No， no！ " The bear could not help crying. Originally， cubs found that the houses in the city were too many， colorful， and shapes were various.
"Why， where is the white cross on the roof？" Walking along， the bear came to the door of a black house. The sika deer hung a camera on its chest and warmly invited the bear to take a picture. Little bear was afraid to run and run， and muttered in his mouth： "the dark house is so scared."
The little bear is tired and wants to rest. He saw a green house in front of him. He thought， "this is probably the park. Ill go in and sit down for a while." As soon as the bear came into the door， he saw that the elephant in green clothes was busy receiving customers. He would knock on the postmark， hit the computer for a while， and write later.
The bear grasped the hair strangely. "Where have I been？"
Little boy， can you tell the bear where it has been in the city and where it has been？
An old cock and a foxIt is evening.An old cock is sitting in a tree.A fox es to the tree and looks up at the cock."Hello，Mr Cock，I have good news for you，"says the fox."Oh"says thecock，"What good news for me?""All the animals are friends now."says the fox."Fine!"says the cock."Im very glad to know that."Then he looks up.
"Look!A dog ia ing this way.""What?A dog?"says the fox."Well…well，I must go ，Mr Cock!""Wait，Mr Fox，Dont you like dogs?"Dont you like playing with the dog?Dogs are our friends now.""But，…but they may not know the news yet."Then he runs away."I see，I see，"says the cock.He smiles and goes to sleep.
The grasshopper and the owl 蚂蚱和猫头鹰
An owl1, who lived in a hollow tree, was in the habit of feeding by night and sleeping by day, but her slumbers2 were greatly disturbed by the chirping3 of a grasshopper4, who had taken up his abode5 in the branches. She begged him repeatedly to have some consideration for her comfort, but the grasshopper, if anything, only chirped6 the louder. At last the owl could stand it no longer, but determined7 to rid herself of the pest by means of a trick. Addressing herself to the grasshopper, she said in her pleasantest manner, "As I cannot sleep for your song, which, believe me, is as sweet as the notes of Apollo's lyr.， I have a mind to taste some nectar, which Minerva gave me the other day. Won't you come in and join me?" The grasshopper was flattered by the praise of his song, and his mouth, too, watered at the mention of the delicious drink, so he said he would be delighted. No sooner had he got inside the hollow where the owl was sitting than she pounced8 upon him and ate him up.
栖息在一棵树上的猫头鹰，习惯于晚上觅食，白天睡觉。可是，她白天却也睡不好，一只早已在树丛间坐窝的蚂蚱总发出啁啾声，吵得她无法入睡。猫头鹰不断地请求蚂蚱考虑一下她的情况，可蚂蚱却仍然大声叫个不停。最后，猫头鹰再也受不了了，决定设计除掉蚂蚱。于是，猫头鹰装出一副高兴样，对蚂蚱说：“尽管我被你的歌声惊扰，睡不着觉，但是请相信我，你的歌声如同阿波罗神的七弦琴一样动听。我正想喝一杯美味琼浆，这可是密涅瓦送给我的。你要不要上来和我一起享用呢？”蚂蚱正得意于猫头鹰对自己歌声的奉承，一听到有琼浆玉液，嘴巴里就开始流口水了，所以，他很高兴地接受了邀请，待他刚一飞上去，猫头鹰就从树洞中冲出来，扑过去抓住蚂蚱，吃掉了他
The Ram Butts Against the Fence 公羊触篱
There was a sturdy ram1 with a pair of thick horns upright on its head.
It strutted2 about proudly and saw a fence built with bamboo and wood in front, which blocked its way. It cast a sidelong glance at the fence, lowered its neck and lunged at the fence, hoping to knock it down. The fence remained intact but the ram injured its own horns.
If it had not injured its horns, the ram would have persisted obstinately3 in butting4 against the fence, even against the spokes5 of a wheel until it bled with a fractured skull6.
As a result, with its horns caught in the fence, the ram could neither advance nor retreat but bleat7 helplessly.
一头长得非常雄壮的公羊的头上，挺立着一对粗大的犄角。
公羊骄傲地踱着步，看见前面有一道竹木编成的篱笆挡住了它的去路。公羊斜着眼睛看看，便弯下脖子呼的一声撞上去，想把篱笆撞倒。结果篱笆纹丝不动，反把自己的犄角碰上了。
假如公羊没有碰伤犄角的话，那么它还会一个劲儿地撞下去，甚至向车轮的辐条上撞去，直到头破血流为止。
结果呢？公羊的犄角被篱笆夹住，进也不得，退也不得，只能“咩咩”不停地叫唤。
in a village there once lived two men who had the same name. they were both called claus. one of them had four horses, but the other had only one; so to distinguish them, people called the owner of the four horses, “great claus,” and he who had only one, “little claus.” now we shall hear what happened to them, for this is a true story.
through the whole week, little claus was obliged to plough for great claus, and lend him his one horse; and once a week, on a sunday, great claus lent him all his four horses. then how little claus would smack his whip over all five horses, they were as good as his own on that one day. the sun shone brightly, and the church bells were ringing merrily as the people passed by, dressed in their best clothes, with their prayer-books under their arms. they were going to hear the clergyman preach. they looked at little claus ploughing with his five horses, and he was so proud that he smacked his whip, and said, “gee-up, my five horses.”
“you must not say that,” said big claus; “for only one of them belongs to you.” but little claus soon forgot what he ought to say, and when any one passed he would call out, “gee-up, my five horses!”
“now i must beg you not to say that again,” said big claus; “for if you do, i shall hit your horse on the head, so that he will drop dead on the spot, and there will be an end of him.”
“i promise you i will not say it any more,” said the other; but as soon as people came by, nodding to him, and wishing him “good day,” he became so pleased, and thought how grand it looked to have five horses ploughing in his field, that he cried out again, “gee-up, all my horses!”
A shepherd had a faithful dog， called Sultan， who was grown very old， and had lost all his teeth. And one day when the shepherd and his wife were standing together before the house the shepherd said， I will shoot old Sultan tomorrow morning， for he is of no use now. But his wife said， Pray let the poor faithful creature live; he has served us well a great many years， and we ought to give him a livelihood for the rest of his days.But what can we do with him? said the shepherd， he has not a tooth in his head， and the thieves dont care for him at all; to be sure he has served us， but then he did it to earn his livelihood; tomorrow shall be his last day， depend upon it.
Poor Sultan， who was lying close by them， heard all that the shepherd and his wife said to one another， and was very much frightened to think tomorrow would be his last day; so in the evening he went to his good friend the wolf， who lived in the wood， and told him all his sorrows， and how his master meant to kill him in the morning. Make yourself easy， said the wolf， I will give you some good advice. Your master， you know， goes out every morning very early with his wife into the field; and they take their little child with them， and lay it down behind the hedge in the shade while they are at work. Now do you lie down close by the child， and pretend to be watching it， and I will come out of the wood and run away with it; you must run after me as fast as you can， and I will let it drop; then you may carry it back， and they will think you have saved their child， and will be so thankful to you that they will take care of you as long as you live. The dog liked this plan very well; and accordingly so it was managed. The wolf ran with the child a little way; the shepherd and his wife screamed out; but Sultan soon overtook him， and carried the poor little thing back to his master and mistress. Then the shepherd patted him on the head， and said， Old Sultan has saved our child from the wolf， and therefore he shall live and be well taken care of， and have plenty to eat. Wife， go home， and give him a good dinner， and let him have my old cushion to sleep on as long as he lives. So from this time forward Sultan had all that he could wish for.
One day the wind said to the sun, “Look at that man walking along the road. I can get his cloak off more quickly than you can.”
“We will see about that,” said the sun. “I will let you try first.”
So the wind tried to make the man take off his cloak. He blew and blew, but the man only pulled his cloak more closely around himself.
“I give up,” said the wind at last. “I cannot get his cloak off.” Then the sun tried. He shone as hard as he could. The man soon became hot and took off his cloak.
It happened that the cat met Mr. Fox in the woods. She thought， "He is intelligent and well experienced， and is highly regarded in the world，" so she spoke to him in a friendly manner， "Good-day， my dear Mr. Fox. How is it going? How are you? How are you getting by in these hard times?"
The fox， filled with arrogance， examined the cat from head to feet， and for a long time did not know whether he should give an answer. At last he said， "Oh， you poor beard-licker， you speckled fool， you hungry mouse hunter， what are you thinking? Have you the nerve to ask how I am doing? What do you know? How many tricks do you understand?"
"I understand but one" answered the cat， modestly.
"What kind of a trick is it?" asked the fox.
"When the dogs are chasing me I can jump into a tree and save myself."
"Is that all?" said the fox. "I am master of a hundred tricks， and in addition to that I have a sackful of cunning. I feel sorry for you. Come with me， and I will teach you how one escapes from the dogs."
Just then a hunter came by with four dogs. The cat jumped nimbly up a tree， and sat down at its top， where the branches and foliage pletely hid her.
"Untie your sack， Mr. Fox， untie your sack，" the cat shouted to him， but the dogs had already seized him， and were holding him fast.
"Oh， Mr. Fox，" shouted the cat. "You and your hundred tricks are left in the lurch. If you been able to climb like I can， you would not have lost your life."
I recently heard a story from Stephen Glenn about a famous research scientist who had made several very important medical breakthroughs. He was being interviewed by a newspaper reporter who asked him why he thought he was able to be so much more creative than the average person. What set him so far apart from others?
He responded that, in his opinion, it all came from an experience with his mother that occurred when he was about two years old. He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor - a veritable（名副其实的） sea of milk!
When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture or punishing him, she said, "Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have rarely seen such a huge puddle（水坑，泥潭） of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?"
Indeed, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, "You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a sponge, a towel or a mop. Which do you prefer?" He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.
His mother then said, "You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Lets go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it." The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. What a wonderful lesson!
This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didnt ()need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment "doesnt work," we usually learn something valuable from it.
Wouldnt it be great if all parents would respond the way Roberts mother responded to him?