31-THE FURRY TREE

THE FURRY TREE When I got home. I fell into my comfy bed. At midnight, I woke up with a jolt. Someone was ringing my doorbell. I pulled on my bathrobe and shuffled to the door. "Who is it?" I mumbled. "I am an evil spirit!" called out a shaky voice. I gulped. Could it really be a ghost? Could one have followed me all the way home? I looked through the peephole. No, there was not a ghost outside my door. It was only Trap. "Did I scare you?" he sniggered. I banged open the door. "What do you want?" I squeaked, annoyed.

当我回到家的时候。 我倒在我舒适的床上。午夜时分，我猛然惊醒。 有人在按我的门铃。 我穿上浴袍，拖着脚步走到门口。 “是谁?”我咕哝道。“我是一个恶魔!”一个颤抖的声音喊道。 我一饮而尽。它真的是鬼吗? 会不会有人一路跟着我回家? 我从窥视孔往里看。 不，我门外没有鬼。 那只是特拉普。“我吓到你了吗?”他窃笑着说。 我砰地一声把门打开。“你想要什么?”我不耐烦地尖叫着。

My cousin brushed by me. "Have you heard the news?" he said. "The agency made a mistake. I am not a descendant of the Von Trappens. But I may be related to Maximilian of Mousehara. Look. I've got the furry tree!" "It's a family tree, not a furry tree," I sighed. Trap wasn't listening. "It turns out my ancestor was a famous explorer. He traveled to the far corners of the Mousehara Desert," he babbled on. "I'm going there myself. To Mousehara, I mean. You're going to come with me, right? By the way. since my forefathers are yours, too, I told the agency to bill you for the whatchamacallit, you know... the furry tree." Before he could say another word, I leaped across the room and threw him out the door, screaming, "Get lost!"

我的表弟从我身边擦过。“你听到消息了吗?”他说。 “该机构犯了一个错误。 我不是冯·特彭斯的后裔。 但我可能和穆塞哈拉的马克西米利安有亲戚关系。 看。我得到了毛茸茸的树!”“这是家谱，不是毛茸茸的树。”我叹了口气。 陷阱不听。“原来我的祖先是一位著名的探险家。 他去了穆塞哈拉沙漠的遥远角落，”他喋喋不休地说。 “我自己也要去。我是说去老鼠原。 你会跟我一起去的，对吧? 顺便说一下。因为我的祖先也是你的，所以我让代理处给你开那什么东西的帐单，你知道…… 毛茸茸的树。”他还没来得及说话，我就从房间那头跳过去，把他扔出了门，一边大叫:“滚开!”