05-GOOD LUCK!

GOOD LUCK! I was so excited. It isn't every day a mouse leaves the Island to travel to Egypt! At the airport, I searched for my ticket counter. "Excuse me, where is the DC Airlines check-in?" I asked a mouse in an airport uniform. She gave me a look full of pity. "DC Airlines? You mean Dirt Cheap Airlines?" she said. She pointed to a cardboard box. "Good luck!" she called as I headed for the box. Good luck??? I repeated to myself. What was that supposed to mean? Behind the box stood a plump ticket agent with greasy whiskers. She looked me over suspiciously.

好运！我太兴奋了。 不是每天都有老鼠离开这个岛去埃及的!在机场，我寻找我的售票柜台。 “请问DC航空公司的值机处在哪里?”我问一只穿机场制服的老鼠。 她怜悯地看了我一眼。 “直流航空公司?你是说廉价航空公司?”她说。 她指着一个纸板箱。 “祝你好运!”当我走向盒子时，她喊道。 祝你好运?我反复对自己说。 那是什么意思? 包厢后面站着一个胖乎乎的售票员，络腮胡子油腻腻的。 她怀疑地打量着我。

"Are you sure you want to get on this flight?" SHE BARKED. "You're not going to scamper off at the last minute, are you?" I blinked. "Why would I do that?" I asked, confused. Just then, a shady-looking mouse approached me. "Hello, my furry friend," he crooned, pumping my paw in a crushing pawshake. "I'm sammy slickpaw. But you can just call me Slick." I winced, checking my paw for broken bones. Slick just grinned wider. "I'm here to offer you a life insurance policy," he continued. "Did you ever think your plane might CRASH?"

“你确定要搭这班飞机吗?”她叫了起来。 “你不会在最后一分钟跑掉吧?”我眨了眨眼睛。 “我为什么要那么做?”我疑惑地问。 就在这时，一只面目模糊的老鼠向我走来。 “你好，我毛茸茸的朋友，”他低吟着，用力地握着我的爪子。 “我是萨米。但你可以叫我斯利克。” 我畏缩了一下，检查我的爪子有没有骨折。 斯利克只是咧开嘴笑。“我是来给你提供一份人寿保险的，”他接着说。 “你有没有想过你的飞机会坠毁?”

I turned WHITE. My heart started racing like Mario Mousetti at the track. "Um, well, I try not to think about it," I mumbled. He nodded gravely. "Well, you really should," he said softly. "I mean, one minute these planes are up, the next minute they're down. Do you have any idea how many planes crash each year?" I gulped. I didn't really want to know. "Just think," Slick rattled on. "If you had a little life insurance, then your loved ones would be taken care of. Come on, sign here and take a load off your mind." He shoved a piece of paper under my snout. What a slick salesmouse, I thought. But then, I felt a pang in my heart. What would happen to little

我脸色发白。我的心跳开始加速，就像马里奥·穆塞蒂在赛道上一样。 “嗯，好吧，我尽量不去想它，”我咕哝着。 他严肃地点了点头。“嗯，你真的应该，”他轻声说。 “我的意思是，前一分钟这些飞机还在天上，下一分钟就下来了。 你知道每年有多少架飞机坠毁吗?”我一饮而尽。 我真的不想知道。 “想想看，”斯利克喋喋不休地说。 “如果你有一点人寿保险，那么你爱的人就会得到照顾。 来吧，在这里签名，减轻你的负担。” 他把一张纸塞到我的鼻子底下。 多么狡猾的推销员啊，我想。 但是，我的心一阵剧痛。 小会怎么样

Benjamin if I were in Mouse Heaven? What about his future? Would he end up begging for moldy cheese crumbs instead of heading off to college? Maybe an insurance policy wasn't such a bad idea after all. I pulled out my pen. But before I could sign the paper, Slick held up a paw. "Just one little question before we do the deal," he said. "You're not flying with Dirt Cheap Airlines, are you?" I blinked. "Um, well, yes. As a matter of fact, I am," I answered. Quick as a water rat doing the pawstroke, he snatched the paper back. "Forget it!" he squeaked. "I can't insure anyone flying with them. They're the worst! IT'S FAR TOO RISKY!" I was beginning to get a terrible twinge in the pit of my stomach. Oh, what a day!

本杰明如果我在老鼠天堂? 他的未来怎么办?他最后会不会去乞讨发霉的奶酪屑，而不是去上大学? 也许买份保险也不是个坏主意。 我拿出笔。我还没来得及签字，斯利克就举起一只爪子。 “在我们达成协议之前，只有一个小问题，”他说。 “你不是乘坐廉价航空公司的飞机吧?”我眨了眨眼睛。 “嗯，是的。“事实上，我是。”我回答。 他像水鼠一样迅速地把那张纸夺了回来。 “算了吧!”他尖叫道。“我不能为乘坐它们的人投保。 他们是最差劲的!这太冒险了!”我开始感到胃里一阵可怕的刺痛。 哦，多糟糕的一天啊!