Reading and speaking to read an adaptation of another hung Christian Anderson story and answer the questions on page forty . three the night girl long ago in china, there was an emperor. His palace was the most beautiful in the world. IT had a remarkable garden that extended into a great forest, and in one of its trees lived a lighting girl who seeks so beautifully that anyone who passed by would stop and listen. In all, travellers from all over the world came to admire the sanctuary of the emperors home. But when they heard the girl, they all asserted IT to be the best of all someone. They return home composed beautiful verses about the nineteen go, and one of the verses came into the hands of the sitting on his throne. He frequently nodded his approval as he read beautiful descriptions of his palace and garden, but when he came to the words the marvelous lighting girl is the most beautiful of all he, he asked, is there's such a bad in my garden? I have never even heard of IT. He instructed the court to go through the palace and find anyone who knew about this night girl, a bet that inspired such wonder. Eventually, a poor kitchen girl said, I know the night girl well. Every evening I visit my paul sick mother, who lives deep in the forest. And as I pass through the wood, I listen to have beautiful song. SHE let the court into the woodwork ather night girl son there SHE is, said the girl glimpsing the little bird among the branches, ninety girl, cried the girl, the emperor who is our most gracious leader, wish es you to sing before him. The bird appeared and said, my song sounds best in this week, but still he went to the palace willingly when he heard the emperors wish, a golden patch was made for the night girl, sit on seeing the emperor. The bird song so sweaty that tears came to the emperor eyes, his heart being so uttley moved by its beauty. He was so delighted that he declared the lighting girl should have a gold necklace to wear around on her neck, but he declined with thanks. My reward is that I have seen the emperors tears, SHE said that night girls visit was so successful, the emperor can find her to the palace indefinitely, and guardians were appointed to make sure he could not fly away. One day, the emperor received a large parcel labeled the nights girl. Inside was a mechanical knighting gal that resembled the living one covered all over with precious jewels. When this artificial bird was wound up, IT sounds like the real one. And when IT moved, IT Sparkled with silver and gold. IT sounds the same tune many times without becoming tired. However, amid all the fuss, no one had noticed that the living bed had flown out of an open window. The court said he was a ungrateful bird, and for bad her from entering the palace, the people were then allowed to listen to the artificial bird. And although they liked IT, they thought I was not quite the same as the real nightie. A year passed, and one evening the song of the artificial bird abruptly halted as its mechanism had worn out. Five more years passed, and the emperor became soil that he was not expected to live. As he lay on his bed, scarcely able to breathe, he opened his eyes and saw death sitting there wearing the emperors golden crown and holding his salt and bana music. He cried, little bad, sing, please sing. But the bird remained silent, and death continued to stare at him with his cold hello eyes. Suddenly, the sound of sweet music came through the window on the branch of a tree SAT the living nineteen goal. SHE had heard of the news that the emperor was seriously ill and came to sing to him, and as he said, the emperor blood flowed more rapidly, giving life to his weak body, and even death himself listened and encourage the night girl to continue death. Will you give me the emperor sad banana and crown asked the bird death gave them all for a song. SHE, son of the quiet churchyard where the White roses grew death, longs to go to the churchyard and floated out through the window into the cold night. Thanks heavily, little bad, said the emperor, how can I reward you? You already have said the night. Girl, you is the first time I thank to you are the jewels that rejoice. The thing as heart, you must always remain with me, said the emperor, I cannot live here, but I will come and sing to you in the evening. I will sing to you of those who are happy and those who suffer of the good and the evil who are hidden around you. I will fly far from you in your court to the home of the Fishermen and the present. I love your heart Better than your crown. I will come. I will sing to you. But you must promise me one thing. Anything said the a let no one know that you have a little companion who tells you everything, said the bird, and flew away. When the servants returned to the sick emperor there he stood until their surprise, said, good morning.