29 The Twits Get the Shrinks

The Twits Get the Shrinks And down here in the horrid house, Mr and Mrs Twit are still stuck upside down to the floor of the living-room. 'It's all your fault!' yelled Mr Twit, thrashing his legs in the air. 'You're the one, you ugly old cow, who went hopping around shouting, "We're upside down! We're upside down!" ' 'And you're the one who said to stand on our heads so we'd be the right way up, you whiskery old warthog!' screamed Mrs Twit. 'Now we'll never get free! We're stuck here for ever!'

在这可怕的房子里，特威特先生和特威特太太仍然被倒扣在客厅的地板上。 “都是你的错!”推特先生喊道，在空中挥舞着他的腿。 “就是你，你这头丑陋的老牛，跳来跳去喊着‘我们倒过来了!我们上下颠倒了!”“而且是你说要把我们的头倒立起来，这样我们就能倒立起来的，你这个嗜酒的老疣猪!”特威特太太尖叫道。 “现在我们再也不能自由了!”我们永远被困在这里了!”

'You may be stuck here for ever,' said Mr Twit. 'But not me! I'm going to get away!' Mr Twit wriggled and squirmed, and he squiggled and wormed, and he twisted and turned, and he choggled and churned, but the sticky glue held him to the floor just as tightly as it had once held the poor birds in The Big Dead Tree. He was still as upside down as ever, standing on his head. But heads are not made to be stood upon. If you stand on your head for a very long time, a horrid thing happens, and this was where Mr Twit got his biggest shock of all. With so much weight on it from up above, his head began to get squashed into his body. Quite soon, it had disappeared completely, sunk out of sight in the fatty folds of his flabby neck. 'I'm SHRINKING!' burbled Mr Twit. 'So am I!' cried Mrs Twit. 'Help me! Save me! Call a doctor!' yelled Mr Twit. 'I'm getting THE DREADED SHRINKS!' And so he was. Mrs Twit was getting THE DREADED SHRINKS, too! And this time it wasn't a

“你可能永远被困在这里了，”推特先生说。 “可我不是!”我要离开这里!”特威特先生扭动着，扭动着，扭动着，扭动着，扭动着，扭动着，扭动着，咕咕叫着，扭动着，但是粘稠的胶水把他紧紧地粘在地板上，就像它曾经把大死树里可怜的鸟儿粘在地板上一样。 他还是像以前一样头朝下倒立着。 但是头不是用来站在上面的。 如果你长时间倒立，可怕的事情就会发生，这就是推特先生最震惊的地方。 由于上面的重量太大，他的头开始被压在身体里。 很快，它就完全消失了，消失在他松弛的脖子上的脂肪皱褶里。 “我萎缩!推特先生吞吞吐吐地说。 “我也是!”特威特太太叫道。 “帮我!救我!叫医生来!推特先生喊道。 “我要去找可怕的心理医生!”他确实是。 特威特太太也去看可怕的心理医生了!这次不是

fake. It was the real thing! Their heads SHRANK into their necks… Then their necks began SHRINKING into their bodies… And their bodies began SHRINKING into their legs… And their legs began SHRINKING into their feet… And one week later, on a nice sunny afternoon, a man called Fred came round to read the gas meter. When nobody answered the door, Fred peeped into the house and there he saw, on the floor of the living-room, two bundles of old clothes, two pairs of shoes and a walking-stick. There was nothing more left in this world of Mr and Mrs Twit. And everyone, including Fred, shouted… 'HOORAY!'

假的。这是真的!他们的头缩进了脖子……然后他们的脖子缩进了身体……然后他们的身体缩进了腿……然后他们的腿缩进了脚……一个星期后，在一个阳光明媚的下午，一个叫弗雷德的人来看煤气表。 没人应门，弗雷德朝屋里瞥了一眼，看见客厅的地板上有两捆旧衣服、两双鞋和一根手杖。 在这个特威特夫妇的世界里，什么也没有了。 所有人，包括弗雷德，都喊道……“万岁!”