The Golden Harp

The Golden Harp

黄金竖琴

The ogre's wife shook her head at the ogre. " That’s not the boy, " she said. " You probably smell last night's dinner. "

食人魔的妻子对着食人魔摇了摇头。 “那不是那个男孩，”她说。 “你可能闻到了昨晚晚餐的味道。”

The ogre stomped around the room. " Forget about it, " his wife said. " I'll make some pancakes for you. Pancakes with blueberries! "

食人魔在房间里跺脚。 “算了吧，”他妻子说。 “我给你做些煎饼。蓝莓煎饼!”

Jack peeked out from his hiding spot. The ogre nodded and sat down. But he did not look happy.

杰克从藏身处向外偷看。 食人魔点头坐下。 但他看起来并不快乐。

While his wife cooked, the ogre sniffed the air. " I smell a boy, " the ogre grumbled. " It's the thief—I know it is. " Jack frowned. The ogre was the real thief!

当他的妻子做饭时，食人魔嗅了嗅空气。 “我闻到一个男孩的味道，”食人魔嘟囔道。 “是那个小偷——我知道。” 杰克皱了皱眉。食人魔才是真正的小偷！

The ogre got up and checked the pantry. He checked all the cupboards. His wife sighed. " Forget about the boy. Here, your breakfast is ready. "

食人魔站起来检查了储藏室。 他检查了所有的橱柜。 他的妻子叹了口气。“忘了那个男孩吧。给，你的早餐准备好了。”