11-POOR TRAP!

POOR TRAP! "Let's explore the castle while they are having their meal," I whispered. The long hallways were dark and spooky. Flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. A thick layer of dust and cobwebs covered the furniture and many paintings. "Poor Uncle Trap! I wonder what's happened to him!" SOBBED Benjamin, blowing his nose. He really is such a sweet, sensitive mouse.

可怜的陷阱!“趁他们吃饭的时候，我们去看看城堡吧。”我低声说。 长长的走廊黑暗而阴森。 摇曳的蜡烛在墙上投下诡异的影子。 家具和许多画作上覆盖着一层厚厚的灰尘和蜘蛛网。 “可怜的陷阱叔叔!”不知道他出了什么事!”本杰明抽泣着，擤着鼻子。 他真的是一只温柔、敏感的老鼠。

Meanwhile, Thea was busy snapping pictures right and left. "These cobwebs are perfect. just perfect!" she squeaked. "I couldn't have asked for a better shot! This is going to be the scariest article ever! I wonder what I should call it? Maybe BLOOD IN TRANSRATANIA?" she said thoughtfully. "Or how about THE CASTLE OF BAD BLOOD?" I clutched my stomach. "Please do not mention that word," I whispered. Thea smirked. "What word, big brother?" she remarked. "You mean, BLOOD? As in blood drive, blood sausages, and let's not forget bloodhound?" I began to turn pale. All of a sudden, a dark shadow loomed in front of us.

与此同时，西娅正忙着左右拍照。 “这些蜘蛛网很完美。 完美!”她尖声说。 “我找不到比这更好的机会了!”这将是有史以来最恐怖的文章!我想知道我该怎么称呼它? 也许是特拉坦尼亚的血统?”她若有所思地说。 “或者说是恶血城堡呢?”我紧紧地抓着肚子。 “请不要提那个词。”我低声说。 西娅傻笑。“什么字，大哥?”她问。 “你是说，血?”比如献血运动，血香肠，别忘了还有猎犬?”我的脸色开始变得苍白。 突然，一个黑影出现在我们面前。