5 Part 05

Then all at once everything went black before their eyes, and they couldn't see. At the same time a funny feeling came over them all, and they heard a great wind blowing in their ears. Then the black that was before their eyes turned to blue, to green, to red, and then to gold, and suddenly, there they were, standing in lovely bright sunshine in their own garden, near their own house, and everything was back to normal once again.

突然，他们眼前一片漆黑，什么也看不见了。 与此同时，一种奇怪的感觉涌上他们的心头，他们听到一阵大风吹进了他们的耳朵。 然后，他们眼前的黑色变成了蓝色、绿色、红色，最后变成了金色。突然，他们站在自己的花园里，在自己的房子附近，站在可爱的明亮的阳光下，一切又恢复了正常。

'Our wings have gone!' cried Mr Gregg. 'And our arms have come back!' 'And we are not tiny any more!' laughed Mrs Gregg. 'Oh, I am so glad!' Philip and William began dancing about with joy.

“我们的翅膀不见了!”葛雷格先生叫道。 “我们的胳膊又回来了!”“我们也不再渺小了!”葛雷格太太笑道。 “哦，我太高兴了!”菲利普和威廉高兴得跳起舞来。

Then, high above their heads, they heard the call of a wild duck. They all looked up, and they saw the four birds, lovely against the blue sky, flying very close together, heading back to the lake in the woods. It must have been about half an hour later that I myself walked into the Greggs' garden. I had come to see how things were going, and I must admit I was expecting the worst. At the gate I stopped and stared. It was a queer sight.

然后，他们听到了一只野鸭的叫声。 他们都抬起头来，看见那四只鸟在蓝天的映衬下很可爱，它们靠得很近，正朝着树林里的湖飞去。 大概过了半个小时，我自己才走进格里格家的花园。 我是来看看情况的，我必须承认我已经做了最坏的打算。 在大门口，我停下来凝视着。 这是一幅奇怪的景象。

In one corner Mr Gregg was smashing all three guns into tiny pieces with a huge hammer. In another corner Mrs Gregg was placing beautiful flowers upon sixteen tiny mounds of soil which I learned later were the graves of the ducks that had been shot the day before.

在一个角落里，格雷格先生正用一把大锤把三把枪敲得粉碎。 在另一个角落里，葛雷格太太正把美丽的鲜花放在十六个小土堆上，后来我才知道这些土堆是前一天被打死的鸭子的坟墓。

And in the middle of the yard stood Philip and William, with a sack of their father's best barley beside them. They were surrounded by ducks, doves, pigeons, sparrows, robins, larks, and many other kinds that I did not know, and the birds were eating the barley that the boys were scattering by the handful.

菲利普和威廉站在院子中央，身边放着一袋他们父亲最好的大麦。 他们被鸭子、鸽子、鸽子、麻雀、知更鸟、云雀和许多我不认识的其他种类包围着，这些鸟正在吃男孩们一把一把撒下的大麦。

'Good morning, Mr Gregg,' I said. Mr Gregg lowered his hammer and looked at me. 'My name is not Gregg any more,' he said. 'In

“早上好，葛雷格先生，”我说。 葛雷格先生放下锤子，看着我。 “我不再叫葛雷格了，”他说。 ”