As the days passed, Mulan tried, and tried, and tried to be the honorable daughter who would make her family proud. She dutifully sat by her mother’s side and practiced weaving. She let the occasional chicken wander away even though her feet itched to give chase. When the boys of the village gathered in the courtyard to play, she did her best not to kick the wayward ball that stopped in her path.

But despite her best intentions, it was hard to always be good. Sometimes Mulan couldn’t control her impulses. Like when she just had to nudge the ball back toward the boys, and it was not entirely her fault that when she did, the kick was harder than she anticipated and the ball happened to hit the poor phoenix statue, knocking off its head. Or when she rode her horse, Black Wind, in from the fields a little too fast and knocked over the neighbor’s laundry??.??.??. again. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第1页/共10页