Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Sugar, Dirt, and the little blue bird tiptoed across the yard. They stopped in the middle of the lawn and waited for the sprinkler to switch to the other side. "It's right back here," said the little bird. "It's the oak tree. I call her Duncan." "You named your tree?" asked Sugar.

糖、泥土和小蓝鸟踮着脚尖穿过院子。 他们在草坪中间停了下来，等着洒水器转到另一边。 “就在这儿后面。”小鸟说。 “是橡树。我叫她邓肯。” “你给树起了名字？”糖问道。

"Of course," said the little bird. "Never trust a bird who doesn't name her tree." "Of course," said Dirt. "I told you she was weird," whispered Sugar. The oak tree was the tallest tree in the yard. With the thick leaves of summer, it looked like a solid wall of green. It was impossible to see anything hidden behind it. "Where's your nest?" asked Dirt. "I don't have a nest," said the little bird. "I have a house." "That's a little strange, don't you think?" asked Sugar. "Birds are supposed to build nests, not live in houses." "Do you live in a nest?" asked the little blue bird. "Of course not," said Sugar. "I'm a chicken. I live in a chicken coop."

“当然，”小鸟说。 “永远不要相信一只不给树起名字的鸟。” “当然。”泥土说。“我告诉过你她很古怪，”休格低声说。 这棵橡树是院子里最高的树。 夏天的树叶很厚，它看起来就像一堵绿色的墙。 不可能看到后面藏着什么东西。 “你的窝在哪里？”泥土问。 “我没有巢，”小鸟说。 “我有房子。”“这有点奇怪，你不觉得吗？”糖问道。 鸟应该筑巢，而不是住在房子里。 “你住在巢里吗？”小蓝鸟问。 “当然不是，”糖说。 “我是一只鸡。我住在鸡笼里。”

"And I'm a bird," said the little bird. "So I live in a birdhouse." "You've got me there, Weird Blue Chicken," said Sugar. "I don't see it," said Dirt. "I don't see your house." The little bird hopped from place to place on the ground below the tree. "It should be right up there," she said. "This is where it's always been—about seven inches off the ground. It's red. It has a hole in the middle for a door, and a beautiful slanted green roof. It's about eight feet high and four feet wide." Dirt pulled out a sketchpad and a box of crayons from behind her back. "Somebody get this kid a ruler," said Sugar. "It's okay," said Dirt. "I know she means eight inches high and four inches wide, and it's about seven feet off the ground." Sugar walked around the base of the tree. "I don't see it, ma'am," she said. "I'm starting to think you dragged us all out here for nothing," Dirt turned her sketchpad around. "Is this it?"

“我是一只鸟，”小鸟说。 “所以我住在鸟笼里。” “你把我难住了，奇怪的蓝鸡。”糖说。 “我看不出来。”泥土说。 “我没看见你的房子。”小鸟在树下的地上跳来跳去。 “它应该就在那里，”她说。 “这就是它一直在的地方——离地面大约7英寸。 它是红色的。房子中间有一个洞作为门，还有一个美丽的绿色倾斜屋顶。 大约有八英尺高，四英尺宽。” Dirt从背后掏出一个画板和一盒蜡笔。 “谁给这孩子拿把尺子，”糖说。 “没关系。”泥土说。“我知道她说的是八英寸高，四英寸宽，离地大约七英尺。” 糖绕着树底部走。 “我看不出来，夫人，”她说。 “我开始觉得你把我们都拖到这里来是白忙活的。” “是这个吗？”

"That's it!" The little bird gasped. "How did you do that?" "I'm a good listener," said Dirt. "Red house, square front, round hole, green slanted roof." "Wait just one minute," said Sugar. "Describe this house-napper again. This time I want details." "Well, he's short, yellow, and kind of fuzzy," said the little bird. "Hmm," said Sugar. "Anything else? A tattoo? A limp? A dangerous-looking scar?" "I don't remember any scars or tattoos," said the little bird. Dirt showed her a sketch. "Not quite," said the little bird. "His head is weird. It looks like an egg." Dirt adjusted the sketch. "Not quite," said the little bird. "His eyes are more round." Dirt adjusted the sketch again.

“就是这样!”小鸟喘着气说。 “你是怎么做到的？”“我是一个很好的倾听者。”泥土说。 “红房子，方形正面，圆洞，绿色斜屋顶。” “等一分钟，”糖说。 “再描述一下这个宅男。 这次我要的是细节。” “嗯，他很矮，黄色的，有点毛茸茸的，”小鸟说。 “嗯，”糖说。“还有别的事吗? 纹身吗?一瘸一拐?一个看起来很危险的伤疤？”“我不记得有任何伤疤或纹身，”小鸟说。 Dirt给她看了一幅素描。“不完全是，”小鸟说。 “他的头很奇怪。它看起来像个鸡蛋。” 尘土使素描显得不那么清晰了。“不完全是，”小鸟说。 “他的眼睛更圆。” 污垢再次调整了素描。

"Closer," said the little bird. "He's got two orange feathers sticking out of the top of his lumpy head. They are about two feet long." "Inches, kid, INCHES!" snapped Sugar. Dirt adjusted the sketch AGAIN. "That's him!" screamed the little bird. "You did it! That's the egg-headed bird who stole my house." "Oh, brother," said Dirt. She passed the sketch to Sugar. "Oh, brother," said Sugar. "That is no egg-headed little bird," said Dirt.

“靠近点，”小鸟说。 “它那凹凸不平的头顶上长着两根橙色的羽毛。 它们大约有两英尺长。” “几英寸，孩子，几英寸！”糖厉声说。 污垢又调整了一下草图。 “就是他！”小鸟尖叫道。 “你做到了！”那就是偷了我房子的蛋头鸟。” “哦，兄弟。”泥土说。她把草图递给休格。 “哦，兄弟，”糖说。 “那不是一只蛋头鸟，”泥土说。