06 Brown Paint

Brown Paint George turned off the heat under the saucepan. He must leave plenty of time for it to cool down. When all the steam and froth had gone away, he peered into the giant pan to see what colour the great medicine now was. It was a deep and brilliant blue. 'It needs more brown in it,' George said. 'It simply must be brown or she'll get suspicious.' George ran outside and dashed into his father's toolshed where all the paints were kept. There was a row of cans on the shelf, all colours, black, green, red, pink, white and brown. He reached for the can of brown. The label said simply DARK BROWN GLOSS PAINT ONE QUART. He took a screwdriver and prised off the lid. The can was three-quarters full. He rushed it back to the kitchen. He poured the whole lot into the saucepan. The saucepan was now full to the brim. Very gently, George stirred the paint into the

乔治关了平底锅下面的火。 他必须留出足够的时间让它冷却下来。 当所有的蒸汽和泡沫都消失后，他向大锅里窥视，想看看这伟大的药物现在是什么颜色。 那是一种深沉而明亮的蓝色。 “还需要再加点棕色。”乔治说。 “肯定是棕色的，否则她会起疑心的。”乔治跑出去，冲进他父亲的工具房，那里存放着所有的油漆。 货架上有一排罐头，各种颜色，黑、绿、红、粉、白、棕。 他伸手去拿那罐棕色的。 标签上简单地说深棕色光泽油漆一夸脱。 他用螺丝刀撬开了盖子。 罐子里有四分之三的水。 他赶紧把它送回厨房。 他把所有的都倒进了锅里。 平底锅现在满了。 乔治轻轻地把颜料搅进桶里

mixture with the long wooden spoon. Ah-ha! It was all turning brown! A lovely rich creamy brown! 'Where's that medicine of mine, boy?!' came the voice from the living-room. 'You're forgetting me! You're doing it on purpose! I shall tell your mother!' 'I'm not forgetting you, Grandma,' George called back. 'I'm thinking of you all the time. But there are still ten minutes to go.' 'You're a nasty little maggot!' the voice screeched back. 'You're a lazy and disobedient little worm, and you're growing too fast.' George fetched the bottle of Grandma's real medicine from the sideboard. He took out the cork and tipped it all down the sink. He then filled the bottle with his own magic mixture by dipping a small jug into the saucepan and using it as a pourer. He replaced the cork.

用长木勺搅拌。 啊哈!一切都变成了棕色!一个可爱的丰富的奶油棕色!“我的药在哪儿，孩子?”客厅里传来了声音。 “你忘了我!”你是故意的!我要告诉你妈妈!“我不会忘记您的，奶奶。”乔治喊道。 “我时时刻刻都在想你。 但是还有十分钟。“你这个讨厌的小蛆!”那个声音尖声回答。 “你是个又懒又不听话的小虫子，而且你长得太快了。”乔治从餐具柜里取出奶奶的那瓶真正的药。 他拿出软木塞，把所有的水倒进水槽。 然后，他把一个小壶浸入平底锅中，用它作为动力，把自己神奇的混合物装满了瓶子。 他把软木塞放回原处。

Had it cooled down enough yet? Not quite. He held the bottle under the cold tap for a couple of minutes. The label came off in the wet but that didn't matter. He dried the bottle with a dishcloth. All was now ready! This was it! The great moment had arrived! 'Medicine time, Grandma!' he called out. 'I should hope so, too,' came the grumpy reply. The silver tablespoon in which the medicine was always given lay ready on the kitchen sideboard. George picked it up. Holding the spoon in one hand and the bottle in the other, he advanced into the living-room.

它已经冷却够了吗? 不完全是。他把瓶子放在冷水龙头下泡了几分钟。 标签在雨中脱落了，但没关系。 他用抹布擦干瓶子。 现在一切都准备好了!就是这样!伟大的时刻到来了!“吃药时间了，奶奶!”他喊道。 “我也希望如此，”那人暴躁地回答。 总是盛药的银汤匙放在厨房餐具柜上。 乔治把它捡起来。他一手拿着勺子，一手拿着瓶子，走进客厅。