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My little hero. Oh dear! I wish i could be one of them," had been reading a book about knights and heroes, who rode throught the woods slaying dragons and setting beautiful princesses free."wouldn't it have been so fun to wear a helmet and armour, carrying a long lance, and ride a splendid horse? But there are no dragons nowadays, and knights wear black coats like other men. I wish i had lived a long ago!"
Tom was just am everyday boy and rather short for his age. The sun was shining brightly into the room; And the leaves were peeping shyly and whispering softly as if wanted to say, "never mind about old heroes or wicked dragons! Come out and play."
Tom jumped from his seat, put up his cao and set off down the road towards the village on his bicycle. In the village it was the quietest hour of the day. There was not a living thing to be seen except at the far end of the street, a nursemaid with a mail-cart, and a small child trotting by her side.
All at once, away in the distance, tom caught sight of a horse coming toward him at a gallop. There was no rider on its back. Just then, the child stepped off the , pavement to cross the street, right in the path of the horse. The nirsemaid was looking in at a shop window , and so did miss the little girl from her side.
The horse was coming near. If it were not stopped, it would knock down the little girl , and there was nobody to help her except tom. Without waiting a moment, the brave lad rose on at full speed.
It as a race now between the run-away horse and the brave boy; and the boy won. For just as the horse's hoofs were coming down upon the little girl, to leaped off his bicycle, and pushed himself in front of her.
The horse turned aside for an instant, then reared and plunged. It knocked down tom, and trampled over the bicycle as it set off again on its wild race. Te nursemaid, who was now in a great fight, first scolded and then petted the child , until she sobbed. But there was no one to notice the brave boy, who limped home slowly and in pain. His face was hurt, his clothes were torn, and he dragged hos broken bicycle-that only a few weeks before had been new-new-and the pride of heart.
Tom did not get a medal for his brave actions. As tom's mother rubbed his stiff shoulder, and smeared some ointment on his scractched cheeks, she looked at him with wet eyes, then she smoothed his rough hair with her soft hand, kissed him , and called him her own dear little hero