老鼠记者 · 2 The Curse of the Cheese Pyramid
How Do You Do? I'M DANIEL E. DEADFUR! The plane took off with a sputter and a cough. For the next two hours, we sailed along without a problem. Then, all of a sudden, the plane began shaking. No, I don't mean a polite little trembly kind of shaking. I'm talking about violent, jerky shaking. It reminded me of the time I got locked in my great uncle Coldpaw's walk-in freezer overnight. I was shaking so hard from the cold I was seeing double! By the time they found me, I looked like a furry Fudge Pop! Miss Skinnyfur's voice interrupted my
你好!我是丹尼尔·e。 DEADFUR !飞机在噼啪声和咳嗽声中起飞了。 接下来的两个小时,我们顺利地航行着。 然后,飞机突然开始摇晃。 不,我不是说那种礼貌的颤抖。 我说的是剧烈的抖动。 这让我想起有一次我被锁在我外公的冷冻室里过夜。 我冻得发抖,看东西都重了!当他们找到我的时候,我看起来就像一个毛茸茸的软糖棒棒糖!斯金弗小姐的声音打断了我的
thoughts. "Passengers are kindly requested to hold their passports between their teeth," she instructed. "This way, your fur will be easily identified in case we crash." I gripped my wicker chair tightly Maybe if I tried humming a tune I would feel better, I decided. Yes, a happy little jingle might do the trick. But before I could think of one, the mouse behind me beat me to it. Only he wasn't humming a happy tune. He was humming a song that made grown mice cry. It was called "Good-bye, Sweet Cheese, Good-bye." I turned around. I was snout-to-snout with a very odd-looking mouse. He wore a black wig and was dressed
的想法。“请乘客用牙齿夹住护照,”她指示道。 “这样,万一我们坠毁,你的皮毛就很容易被识别出来。” 我紧紧地抓着藤椅,也许我试着哼一支小曲会感觉好些,我想。 是的,一个快乐的小叮当声可能会奏效。 但还没等我想出来,我身后的老鼠就抢先了一步。 只是他唱的不是快乐的曲子。 他哼着一首能把成年老鼠弄哭的歌。 歌名是《再见,甜奶酪,再见》 我转过身来。我和一只样子很奇怪的老鼠鼻子对着鼻子。 他戴着黑色的假发,穿着整齐
all in purple from his tail to his whiskers. His mustache drooped sadly over his snout. He wore a very unusual watch on his paw. It had a picture of an open coffin with a smiling mouse lying inside! He was reading a book with a dusty cover. It was called A Rodent's Guide to the World's Most Beautiful Cemeteries. I gulped. I wouldn't want to run into this mouse in a dark alley. He was creepier than a GHOST cat on Halloween! "Allow me to introduce myself," the sad mouse said in a gloomy tone. "My name is Daniel E. Deadfur. I'm an undertaker."
从尾巴到胡须都是紫色的。 他的胡子悲哀地垂在鼻子上。 它的爪子上戴着一块很不寻常的表。 上面有一张打开的棺材的图片,里面躺着一只微笑的老鼠!他正在看一本封面满是灰尘的书。 它被称为世界上最美丽的墓地的啮齿动物指南。 我一饮而尽。我可不想在黑暗的巷子里碰到这只老鼠。 他比万圣节的鬼猫还恐怖!“请允许我自我介绍一下,”忧伤的老鼠用忧郁的语气说。 “我叫Daniel E. Deadfur。 我是个殡仪馆的。”
I nodded. Now I knew why old Deadfur was so depressed. He spent his days staring at stiffs! With a heavy sigh, the unhappy mouse stared out the window. "Looks like we might crash," he predicted. "Oh, well, I guess you win some, you lose some." My whiskers stood on end. "HOLEY CHEESE!" I croaked. The undertaker blinked. "You sound surprised," he said, startled. "You must know air travel is very, very, very dangerous. Plus, we're sitting right on top of the wing. Did you know the wing is the most DANGEROUS place to be when a plane goes down?" By now, I felt faint. I tried taking deep breaths, but my lungs didn't seem to be working. nkledc. Spots swam before my eyes.
我点了点头。现在我知道死毛为什么这么沮丧了。 他整天盯着死人看!这只不高兴的老鼠重重地叹了口气,凝视着窗外。 “看起来我们可能会崩溃,”他预测道。 “哦,好吧,我猜你有赢也有输。” 我的胡子竖了起来。“多洞的奶酪!”我用嘶哑的声音大喊着。 殡仪馆老板眨了眨眼。“你听起来很惊讶,”他吃惊地说。 “你必须知道航空旅行非常非常非常危险。 而且,我们正坐在机翼上。 你知道飞机坠落时机翼是最危险的地方吗?”这时,我感到头晕。 我试着深呼吸,但我的肺似乎不起作用了。 斑点在我眼前游动。
"No!" I screamed. "I'M TOO YOUNG TO GO! I HAVEN'T CLIMBED MOUSE EVEREST YET! I haven't trekked through the Great Mousewood Forest! And besides, I still have a whole unopened package of cheddar cheese bars at home in my fridge!" Too bad no one heard me. I was so scared, I had completely lost my squeak!
“不!”我尖叫起来。“我还太小,去不了!”我还没爬过老鼠的珠穆朗玛峰呢!我还没有徒步穿过大鼠林呢!而且,我家里的冰箱里还有一整包没开封的切达奶酪棒!”可惜没人听见。 我太害怕了,我完全不能发出吱吱声了!
