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Prompt: Retell the story of 'The Hunter and the Deer'
Explore 3 exemplary essays on retelling the story 'The Hunter and the Deer'
Sample 1: Retell the Tale of the Hunter and the Deer
After the refreshing rain, the white oak trees on the hill bore ripe fruits. Deer roamed near and far, foraging for fallen acorns. Every night, a deer would come to gather the harvest.
As darkness fell, the hunter prepared himself. He retrieved his rifle from the corner, wiped it clean, and checked his gear—knife, duck call. Each lead pellet inspected and carefully placed in his cartridge bag. The hunter tightened the straps of his pants, ensuring no unwanted guests could crawl inside. A headlamp secured on his forehead, he hoisted the rifle and ventured into the woods.
Guided by the flickering light, the hunter approached the stream. The babbling brook inquired:
- Where are you off to this evening?
- Going hunting for deer.
- Deer often come here to admire themselves in the reflection of the stream. Don't shoot the deer.
The hunter stealthily approached the oak tree on the hill. The moonlight revealed curious eyes. The rounded hill inquired:
- Where are you headed tonight?
- Going deer hunting. The spotlight shines into the deer's eyes, freezing it in place. A lead pellet will pierce its chest.
- Don't shoot it. The deer only comes around to play for a few days at the beginning of autumn each year.
- However, deer meat, dried and grilled, is absolutely delicious.
- Shoot like that, and there won't be any deer left.
The hunter stealthily approached the base of the oak tree. Ripe acorns fell to the ground. Sitting down, he lowered his headlamp and examined his tools. Cartridges scattered around. The shotgun echoed with a dry, popping sound. He adjusted the headlamp on his forehead, crouching in anticipation.
The oak tree inquired:
- Are you here to hang out with me?
- No.
- So where are you going? It's too quiet here. Few friends come to visit. Only during the ripe acorn season do we get to see the deer.
- Yeah, the deer.
- Stay and hang out. The deer will be arriving soon.
- That's all I hope for. This spotlight will pierce into its eyes. This finger will squeeze the trigger. The bullet will fly straight into its forehead, into the heart of the deer.
- How cruel!
- Deer meat is so delicious though.
The oak tree rustled. The oak tree, angered, exclaimed:
- Then just leave.
Midweek moon tilting askew. The forest resembling a dream. Suddenly, a deer appears. Moonlight glistens on its back. The deer moves gracefully towards the oak tree. The hunter sits on a rock by the blackberry bush. The headlamp is adjusted, now smaller than a pin, dimmer than a firefly. The hunter sits in anticipation.
The deer stands peacefully, white in the moonlight. The headlamp flashes, illuminating the deer's eyes. The deer stands transfixed. The deer is beautiful. The forest breeze whispers. The hunter trembles, lost in reverie. He forgets about the delicious deer meat. He forgets the gun, bullets in hand. He only remembers the words of the stream, the words of the hill, the words of the tree: 'The animals and the grass in the forest, on this earth, are our companions, why crave to eat the flesh of our companions...''
Người đi săn ngơ ngẩn xuống đồi. The stream asks a question, neither mocking nor jesting: - Going back, huh? Unstrapping the gun, hanging the cartridge bag on a hook, the hunter sits by the fireplace. That night, in a dream, he sees the deer, innocent and gentle. He murmurs in his dream: 'Have I ever met such an adorable deer'...The hunter wades through the stream. The moonbeam gently whispers from the roof: 'Sweet dreams.'
The hunter descends the hill in a dreamy stupor.
The stream asks a question, devoid of mockery or jest: - Going back, huh?
- Yeah, the hunter replies. Unstrapping the gun, hanging the cartridge bag on a hook, the hunter sits by the fireplace. That night, in a dream, he sees the deer, innocent and gentle. He murmurs in his dream: 'Have I ever met such an adorable deer'... The hunter wades through the stream. The moonbeam gently whispers from the roof: 'Sweet dreams.'
The moon tilts midweek. The forest stands like a dream. Suddenly, a deer appears. Moonlight glints on its back. The deer moves gracefully towards the oak tree. The hunter sits on a rock by the blackberry bush. The headlamp is adjusted, now smaller than a pin, dimmer than a firefly. The hunter sits in anticipation.
Explore other compositions in the Grade 5 Vietnamese textbook alongside Retell the story of the Hunter and the Deer, such as Compose a narrative about the Hunter and the Deer or the section Compose an Echo, reading practice to reinforce your Grade 5 Vietnamese knowledge.
Sample 2: Narrate the Tale of the Hunter and the Deer
During the ripe acorn season, it's likely the deer have returned. From evening, the hunter prepared his rifle, readied the lamp to venture into the woods for deer hunting.
The hunter reached the stream, and the babbling brook inquired: - Where are you off to this evening?
- Where are you off to this evening? It's dark.
- Going hunting for deer - the hunter replied cheerfully.
The stream was surprised and exclaimed: - Deer often come here to admire themselves! That's your friend. Don't shoot the deer! The hunter, pretending not to hear, continued to stroll away.
Reaching the oak tree, he sat down, lowered the lamp, and waited. The oak tree inquired: - Coming to hang out with me?
Reaching the base of the oak tree, he sat down, lowered the lamp, and waited. The oak tree inquired:
- Coming to hang out with me?
- No!
- Then where are you off to in the dark? It's quite desolate here, no one comes to visit. Only during the season of ripe fruits can you catch a glimpse of the deer. It's almost time for the deer to come around here!
- Just waiting to shoot the deer!
- Why?
- This lamp is to dazzle the deer, make its eyes shine! And this gun is for shooting!
- Don't be so cruel!
- Deer meat is delicious!
The tree trembled with anger:
- Then get lost!
The hunter paid no attention to the ominous rustling sounds in the tree. He waited.
Then on the dark hillside under the moonlight, the silhouette of the deer appeared clearly in the light. The deer was beautiful. The hunter forgot about the delicious deer meat, forgot about the raised gun. The hunter recalled the pleading voice of the stream, the resentful words of the tree: the animal and the plants in the forest are our friends, why crave their flesh?
The deer stood still, radiant in the light, stunningly beautiful. The hunter, absorbed in admiring the deer, sweat dripping from his forehead. The gun in his hand slipped, the headlamp tilted. The deer startled, tensed, and ran away. The hunter hurriedly readjusted the light, raised the gun again, but the deer was gone. He descended the hill in disappointment.
The tree chuckled.
- Well then! Good night!
The babbling stream chuckled:
- The deer is so beautiful... go and have a good sleep!...
Later, the hunter sat by the fireplace. The gun, the bullets, and the lamp were hanging again. That night, in his sleep, he dreamed of the deer. Never had he seen such an adorable deer!
Sample 3: Tell the story of The Hunter and the Deer
From dusk, the hunter grabbed the shotgun from the kitchen loft, loaded bullets into the canvas bag, then strapped the lamp to his forehead and entered the forest. The scent of ripe trams, the deer must be around, time to hunt!
The hunter reached the stream.
The babbling stream inquired:
- Where are you going at this time of night?
- Going to hunt deer.
The stream advised:
- Deer often come here to admire themselves in the mirror of the stream. Don't shoot the deer!
The hunter retreated quietly.
- So what are you waiting for?
Sitting down at the base of the tamarind tree, he lowered the headlamp. The tamarind tree asked:
- Coming to play with me, aren't you?
- No.
- I'm just waiting for that moment. Give it a shot!
- Why?
- This headlamp is to dazzle the deer's eyes, so they don't know where to run, and this gun is to shoot them.
- That's cruel!
- Deer meat is delicious.
The tree oakishly says:
- Then, get lost!
The hunter pays no attention to the ominous rustling sounds in the oak tree. He waits.
Then, on the dark hillside under the moonlight, the silhouette of the deer becomes clear. The headlamp on the hunter's forehead flashes brightly. The deer's eyes, red as amber, are bewildered in the light. The deer is surprisingly beautiful. The hunter forgets the delicious deer meat. The hunter forgets that he has raised his gun. The hunter recalls the words of the stream, the words of the hill, the words of the tree: Wildlife and grass in the forest are our companions; why do we crave the flesh of our friends!
The deer stands still, white in the light.
The hunter, absorbed in admiring the deer, sweat dripping from his forehead. The leather strap drops, the headlamp tilts into darkness, losing the shadow of the deer. The deer runs away. The hunter, in confusion, pulls up the strap, but in the bright light, there's no sign of the deer.
The hunter gazes blankly down the hill.
The moonlight has witnessed it all, smiling.
- Sleep well! Sweet dreams!
Later, the hunter sat by the fireplace. The gun and ammunition hung on the beam above the fireplace. That night, in a gentle slumber, he dreamt of the deer. Never before had he seen such an adorable deer!
Alongside the guidance to complete the task Retell the story of The Hunter and the Deer, we also present to students some other exemplary essays such as: Narrate a funny story of activities, Retell the folk tale of The Persimmon Tree, Listen and retell the story of Hide the Plow, Retell the story of The Boat King, Narrate a profound family story, Retell a story about a bird species,... to further refine the storytelling skills they've learned.
