Chapter 7

7 "That's easy," said Stella. "It HAS to be you, Rosie." Phoebe nodded. "You're the best storyteller," she said to Rosie. "And you love doing it, right?" Rosie smiled, but she felt a bit nervous. It was true that she loved making up stories. But usually she did it just for fun. She'd never had to invent one that mattered so much!

“那很容易，”斯特拉说。 “必须是你，罗茜。” 菲比点了点头。“你是最会讲故事的人，”她对罗茜说。 “你喜欢做这件事，对吗?”罗茜笑了，但她感到有点紧张。 的确，她喜欢编故事。 但通常她这么做只是为了好玩。 她从来没有发明过这么重要的东西!

The bigger moth fluttered over and came to rest in front of her. He crossed two legs impatiently. "Well?" he said. "We can't wait all day, you know." "It's not like nighttime is about to fall anytime soon," muttered Stella. Rosie thought fast. She often put her friends into the stories she told at their sleepovers. They always seemed to enjoy that. Maybe the moths would like it, too? It was worth a try. "Once upon a time, there were two moths," she began. "They were beautiful brown-and-pink moths, and they lived together in the special place where the rays of sunset lifted up to the sky." The little moth fluttered his wings excitedly. "Just like us, Dad!" The younger moth leaned forward, listening intently. Even the grumpy dad moth seemed interested.

那只大蛾子扑扇着翅膀飞过来，停在她面前。 他不耐烦地跷起二郎腿。 “怎么样?”他说。“我们不能等一整天，你知道的。” “黑夜不会很快降临，”斯特拉喃喃地说。 罗茜想得很快。她经常在朋友们过夜时把她讲的故事讲给他们听。 他们似乎总是乐在其中。 也许飞蛾也会喜欢? 值得一试。“从前，有两个月，”她开始说。 “它们是美丽的棕粉相间的飞蛾，它们一起生活在一个特殊的地方，在那里，夕阳的光芒升到了天空。” 小飞蛾兴奋地扇动着翅膀。 “就像我们一样，爸爸!”小蛾子倾身向前，专心地听着。 就连脾气暴躁的飞蛾爸爸似乎也感兴趣。

Rosie closed her eyes and let the story flow out of her. Often when Rosie was telling a story, it didn't really feel like she was making it up at all. It was more like she was unfurling the story that was rolled up inside her. This story was like that. It was about a brave little moth and his dad, who were going to a midnight ball on the moon. Their wings were specially painted with stardust so they would shine brightly in the pale light. Some friendly Night Dragons gave the moths a lift up to the moon. Then the moths danced so beautifully, they were made the king and prince of the Midnight Moon Ball. While she was talking, Rosie almost forgot where she was. This happened when she was telling a story. She got so lost in it that she didn't think about anything else but the tale itself. When she finished, she slowly opened one eye and then the other. It all came flooding back. She was a Night Dragon in the Magic Forest. And she

罗茜闭上眼睛，让故事从她的脑子里流出来。 通常当罗茜讲故事的时候，感觉一点都不像是她在瞎编。 这更像是她在展开她内心深处的故事。 这个故事就是这样的。故事讲的是一只勇敢的小飞蛾和它的爸爸，他们要去参加月亮上的午夜舞会。 它们的翅膀特别涂上了星尘，这样它们就能在暗淡的光线下闪闪发光。 一些友好的夜龙把飞蛾送上了月亮。 然后，飞蛾跳得如此美丽，他们被任命为午夜月亮舞会的国王和王子。 当她说话的时候，罗茜几乎忘了她在哪里。 这发生在她讲故事的时候。 她沉浸其中，除了故事本身，什么也不想。 当她完成后，她慢慢地睁开一只眼睛，然后又睁开另一只。 一切都涌了回来。 她是魔法森林里的夜龙。 和她

was telling a grumpy moth and his son a story in exchange for a trip to the daydream maker. "That was great!" said the little moth, fluttering happily. "Don't you think, Dad?" The bigger moth sat very still, his six legs all clasped together before him. "It… was… beautiful." He sighed. His voice sounded quite different. Instead of grouchy, the moth now sounded peaceful and relaxed. "I

给一只脾气暴躁的飞蛾和他的儿子讲个故事来换取去做白日梦的机会。 “太棒了!”小飞蛾高兴地拍打着翅膀说。 “你不这样认为吗，爸爸?”较大的那只蛾一动不动地坐着，六条腿紧紧地抱在一起。 “它……太……美了。”他叹了口气。 他的声音听起来很不一样。 飞蛾不再发牢骚，而是平静而放松。 “我

haven't heard a story like that since I was a caterpillar." He gave a huge yawn and stretched two of his legs. "It has made me very sleepy. I'm going to have a little nap now." "So, can I catch one of the rays?" Rosie asked. "You sure can! Hop on," said the little moth cheerfully. "I'll take you up right away." "You're going to leave?" said the dad moth, yawning. "Wouldn't you like to stay and tell more stories?" "Sorry, but we need to get these daydreams repaired," said Rosie firmly. "Daydreaming is where stories come from, after all. If we run out of daydreams, there won't be any more stories." That woke the moth up. He sprang to his feet— all six of them. "Quickly then, Mothew!" he said, calling to the smaller moth. "Take this Night Dragon up to the daydream maker. You know the way, don't you?" "Absolutely!" said Mothew proudly.

从我还是毛毛虫的时候就没听过这样的故事了。” 他打了一个大大的呵欠，伸直了两条腿。 “这让我很困。 我现在要睡一会儿了。” “那么，我能捕捉到一条光线吗?”罗西问道。 “你当然可以!”跳上去吧。”小飞蛾高兴地说。 “我马上带你上去。” “你要走了?”蛾爸爸打着哈欠说。 “你不想留下来多讲一些故事吗?”“对不起，我们需要把这些白日梦修好，”罗茜坚定地说。 毕竟，白日梦是故事的来源。 如果我们没有了白日梦，就不会再有故事了。” 这把蛾子吵醒了。他一跃而起——他们六个人都站了起来。 “快点儿，妈妈!”他叫着那只小飞蛾。 “把这只夜龙带到白日梦制造者那里。 你认得路，是不是?”“当然!”妈妈骄傲地说。

He flew over to where the gleaming rays rose from the treetops. The Night Dragons followed behind. Rosie gasped. From a distance, the rays looked very steady and still. But now that she was up close, Rosie saw that was not the case. The rays were in motion, like a sort of magical escalator. Only they were MUCH faster than any escalator Rosie had ever been on! "I'm a little nervous," Rosie admitted to Mothew, looking up at the fast-moving rays. "Don't be," said the little moth. "Just hold on to the sides, and don't let go. We will be traveling very fast and very high." Rosie gulped. This was not very reassuring! Stella and Phoebe handed her the other strings holding the net of daydreams together. "Don't let go of this, either," said Stella. "It would be terrible if the daydreams escaped while you were on your way up."

他飞到从树梢升起的闪光的地方。 夜龙跟在后面。 罗西气喘吁吁地说。从远处看，光线看起来非常稳定和静止。 但现在她离得很近，罗茜发现情况并非如此。 光线在运动，就像一种神奇的自动扶梯。 只不过它们比罗茜坐过的任何扶梯都快得多!“我有点紧张，”罗西向妈妈承认，抬头看着快速移动的光线。 “别这样，”小飞蛾说。 “只要抓住两边，不要松手。 我们将会飞得非常快、非常高。” 罗西一饮而尽。这不是很让人放心!斯特拉和菲比把另一根绳子递给她，把白日梦网连在一起。 “也别放过这个，”斯特拉说。 “如果白日梦在你上升的路上逃走了，那就太可怕了。”