27-WHAT'S YOUR STORY？

WHAT'S YOUR STORY? By now, Trap was on his paws. "What?" he squeaked. "Are you telling me that someone has been playing games with us? Messing with our mouse minds? Pulling the wool over our beady little eyes?" He was furious. "What kind of low-down, slimy sewer rat would do something so nasty?" he shrieked, "Wait till I get my paws on him. I'll tear out his whiskers one by one!" Thea was just as furious. "I'll tie his tail in knots!" she squeaked. Just then, I heard a noise from behind the bookshelf. I leaped toward the shelf faster than a cat in a rat race. "You won't get away this time!" I cried, But when I saw who had been making the

你的故事是什么?这时，特拉普已经站起来了。 “什么?”他尖叫道。“你是说有人在跟我们玩游戏吗?” 扰乱我们老鼠的思维? 把羊毛蒙住我们的小眼睛?”他勃然大怒。 “什么样的卑鄙的、黏糊糊的下水道老鼠会做出这么卑鄙的事?”他尖叫道，“等着我抓住他。 我要把他的胡子一根一根扯下来!”西娅也同样愤怒。 “我要把它的尾巴打个结!”她尖声说。 就在这时，我听到书架后面有声音。 我朝架子跳去，比老鼠赛跑的猫还快。 “这次你逃不掉了!”我哭了，但当我看到是谁做的

noise, my jaw hit the ground. No, this time I wasn't frightened. I wasn't even scared. I was just surprised. That's because there wasn't a mouse behind the bookshelf. There was a teeny, tiny cat! Now, I know what you're thinking, Aren't all cats scary to mice? Well, not this little guy. He was not much older than Benjamin, and he looked like he was about to faint. He was clearly terrified of us! In a flash, Trap snatched him up by the tail. "Well then, what's your story, Fluffy Fur?" he sneered. "What's with the magic tricks?" The young cat coughed. He was so frightened, I could hear his teeth chattering. "W-w-well, you see he began with a stammer.

噪音，我的下巴撞在地上。 不，这次我没有害怕。 我一点都不害怕。我只是很惊讶。 那是因为书架后面没有鼠标。 有一只很小很小的猫!现在，我知道你在想什么，难道所有的猫对老鼠不是都很可怕吗? 好吧，不是这个小家伙。 他比本杰明大不了多少，看上去就要晕倒了。 他显然很怕我们!刹那间，特拉普抓住了他的尾巴。 “那么，你有什么故事，毛茸茸的毛皮?”他冷笑着说。 “这些魔术是怎么回事?”那只小猫咳嗽。 他吓坏了，我都能听到他的牙齿在打战。 “嗯——嗯，你看，他开始说话时有点结巴。