There was a small town in America. Near this town were some very beautiful mountains, with many trees on them. The mountains were beautiful--but they were strange too.
" Maybe ghosts live there," the people in the town said.
They said this because sometimes strange noises came from the mountains.
A man lived in this small town and his name was Rip Van Winkle. The people in the town liked him. He liked talking to people and he liked helping them. Rip was a farmer but he didnt like working. He liked going to the bar in the town and talking to the men. they talked often sometimes everyday. The name of the bar was the King Goarge. King Goarge was the british king and America was british then. Rip had a wife , a daughter and a son. His wife was always angry because rip didnt work. she was angry too because he talked in the bar all day.
"Rip, stop talking! Go to Work!" she said. " You sit all day with your friends at the bar. But we have children Rip. We have a farm. Come home now and work!" Rip had one very good friend--his dog Wolf.
"Lets go to the mountains," Rip said to Wolf. " I dont want to see my wife and i dont want to listen to her."
