11-I'M A SQUEAKY WEAKLING

I'M A SQUEAKY WEAKLING The path climbed higher and higher. My mood sank tower and lower. We climbed for an hour, then two, then three. After a while, the sun began to sink. Still, Ratfur kept going! Was he trying to get into the Guinness Book of Mouse Records? I was about to collapse! My whiskers were dripping with SWEAT My backpack weighed a TON. I felt like I was carting twenty bricks of my aunt Swissella's rock-hard

这条路越爬越高。 我的心情越来越低落。 我们爬了一个小时，然后两个小时，三个小时。 过了一会儿，太阳开始下沉。 然而，拉特弗继续前进!他想要进入吉尼斯老鼠纪录吗? 我都快崩溃了!我的胡子上滴着汗水，我的背包有一吨重。 我觉得自己好像是在硬邦邦地搬着瑞塞拉姨妈家的20块砖头

fruitcake. One Christmouse, I used one of her cakes as a paperweight! But I kept climbing. I couldn't let Professor von Volt down. He was counting on me. I had to keep going, even if I pulled every muscle in my body. I glanced up ahead. My sister was practically skipping along. She's the real sportsmouse in the family. She didn't even look like she was out of breath! What a show-off. Just then, Trap sneaked up beside me. "Cousin," he squeaked in my car. "You're looking a little pooped. No, make that a lot POOPED. In fact, you look like you've been run over

水果蛋糕。有一个圣诞节，我用她的一个蛋糕当镇纸!但我继续往上爬。 我不能让冯·沃特教授失望。 他还指望我呢。我必须继续前进，即使我把全身的肌肉都拉伤了。 我抬头看了看前方。我妹妹几乎是蹦蹦跳跳的。 她是家里真正的运动健将。 她甚至不像上气不接下气的样子!真爱炫耀。 就在这时，特拉普悄悄走到我身边。 “表哥，”他在我的车里尖叫。 “你看起来有点累。 不，把它弄得很便便。 事实上，你看起来像被车碾过一样

by a cheese truck on the freeway!" He started laughing loudly. Hee-hee! His laughter echoed down the mountain. Then he leaned in close. "Don't sweat it, Gerrytails," he grinned. "You can't help it if you've got a jelly belly. Here's a little trick to keep you going. Just repeat after me: "I, Geronimo Stilton, can make it, I can make it..."

在高速公路上被一辆奶酪卡车撞死了!”他开始大声笑起来。 经典!他的笑声在山下回荡。 然后他靠得更近了。“别担心，杰瑞尾巴。”他咧嘴一笑。 “如果你有一个果冻肚，那你就没办法了。 这里有个小技巧可以让你坚持下去。 跟着我说:“我，杰罗尼莫·斯蒂尔顿，能做到，我能做到……”

I was so tired, I was ready to take advice from anyone. Yes, even from my obnoxious cousin Trap. I repeated his words, "I Geronimo Stilton, can make it, I can make it..." Trap went on, still smirking, "...even if I'm a squeaky weakling, even if I'm a squeaky weakling..." I repeated, "...even if I'm a squeaky weakling..." Suddenly, I realized he was making fun of me. "How dare you call me a SGUEAKY WEAKLING!" I squeaked. I would have pinched his tail, but my paws felt too weak. Trap just laughed harder. Then he SPRINTED away to join the others. iohlik. I could hear him singing: "Shake your paw, swing your tail,

我太累了，我准备接受任何人的建议。 是的，即使是我讨厌的表兄特拉普。 我重复了他的话:“如果杰罗尼莫·斯蒂尔顿能做到，我能做到……” 特拉普继续傻笑着说:“……即使我是一个吱吱作响的弱者，即使我是一个吱吱作响的弱者……” 我又说了一遍:“……即使我是一个吱吱作响的弱者……” 突然，我意识到他是在取笑我。 “你怎么敢叫我胆小鬼!”我发出“吱吱”的响声。 我本想捏他的尾巴，但我的爪子太软了。 特拉普笑得更厉害了。然后他跑去加入其他人。 我听见他在唱歌:“摇你的爪子，摇你的尾巴，

You're lagging behind like a tired snail! Here comes the train, ding-ding-ding, Come on, move it, squeaky weakling!" I sighed. Thank goodness for my sweet nephew Benjamin. He had decided to walk beside me to cheer me up. "Don't Mind him, Uncle Geronimo," Benjamin said. "You are not a squeaky weakling!" I forced a tired smile. "Thank you, Benjamin. You're the only one who understands me," I panted.

你就像一只疲惫的蜗牛一样落在后面!火车来了，叮——叮——叮，来吧，快走，吱吱作响的胆小鬼!”我叹了口气。 感谢上帝赐予我可爱的侄子本杰明。 他决定走在我身边，让我振作起来。 “别管他，杰罗尼莫叔叔，”本杰明说。 “你不是一个吱吱叫的弱者!”我勉强挤出一个疲惫的微笑。 “谢谢你，本杰明。你是唯一理解我的人。”我喘着气说。