13 THE END

CHAPTER 13 THE END I raced Terry, determined to stop him from hatching another bunch of eggs that might threaten our treehouse, not to mention our lives. But it wasn't Bill the postman at the door. It was Jill! She was panting as if she'd run the whole way over. "Was that Silky I saw," she said, "flying away

我和特里赛跑，决心阻止他再孵出一堆蛋，那可能会威胁到我们的树屋，更不用说我们的生命了。 但站在门口的不是邮递员比尔。 是吉尔!她气喘吁吁，好像是一路跑过来的。 “我看到的那个丝丝，”她说，“飞走了吗？

from your treehouse with a giant gorilla?" "Yes," said Terry. I elbowed him hard. "He means no," I said. "Yes, that's right," said Terry. "I mean no." Jill frowned. "I'm sure that was Silky." "But isn't Silky white?" I said. "All those cats were yellow. And they were flying. Does Silky fly? You didn't mention it on your poster." "Well, she doesn't usually," said Jill, "but one of those cats was Silky. I'm sure of it. I'd recognize her anywhere. And you two know something, I can tell. You'd better start talking...and fast."

从你的树屋和一只巨大的大猩猩？”“是的，”特里说。 我使劲用肘撞他。“他的意思是不，”我说。 “是的，没错，”特里说。 “我是说不。”吉尔皱起了眉头。 “我敢肯定那是丝绸。” “但丝绸不是白色的吗？”我说。 “所有的猫都是黄色的。 他们在飞翔。丝丝会飞吗？ 你在海报上可没提。” “嗯，她通常不这样，”吉尔说，“不过其中一只猫叫丝莉。 我很确定。我到哪儿都能认出她。 我能看出来，你们俩知道些什么。 你最好开始说……,快。”

"I'm sorry," I said, "but it wasn't my fault! It was Terry. He painted Silky yellow and turned her into a canary—well, a catnary, I guess—and then she flew away! I'm really, really sorry." "A catnary?" said Jill slowly. "Terry turned Silky into a catnary?" "Yes, and like I said, I tried to stop him..." "But I'm so glad you didn't!" said Jill. "Huh?" I said. "You don't mind?" "Not at all!" said Jill. "In fact, it's fantastic! I've been really wanting to get a canary but I was worried that Silky would eat it. Having a flying cat is like having the best of both pets! Thank you, Terry!"

“对不起，”我说，“但那不是我的错！是特里。 他把丝丝涂成黄色，把她变成了一只金丝雀——嗯，我猜是一只金丝雀——然后她飞走了！我真的，真的很抱歉。” “一个棺材？”吉尔慢慢地说。 “特里把丝丝变成了一只猫？”“是的，就像我说的，我试图阻止他……” “不过我很高兴你没有这么做！”吉尔说。 “嗯?”我说。“你不介意吧？”“一点也不！”吉尔说。 “事实上，这太棒了！”我一直很想养一只金丝雀，但我担心丝丝会把它吃掉。 拥有一只会飞的猫就像拥有两种宠物的优点一样！谢谢你，特里！”

"You're welcome," said Terry. "If you'd like any of your other animals converted, you know where to bring them." "Thanks," said Jill. "I'll definitely think about it. Meanwhile, I'd better get home and put out some birdseed for Silky and her new friends." After she left, Terry clapped his hands together. "Well, that all turned out pretty well, don't you think?" "I guess so," I said, "except for one small thing." "What's that?"

“不用客气，”特里说。 “如果你想让你的其他动物皈依，你知道把它们带到哪里去。” “谢谢。”吉尔说。“我一定会考虑的。 与此同时，我最好回家给丝丝和她的新朋友们准备一些鸟食。” 她走后，特里拍了拍手。 “嗯，结果很好，你不觉得吗？”“我想是的，”我说，“除了一件小事。” “那是什么?”

"WE STILL HAVEN'T WRITTEN OUR BOOK!" "There's no need to shout, Andy," said Terry. "Just relax. It will all be okay." "In what sense can I possibly relax and how can it all possibly be okay?" I said. "We still have no book and it's due in tomorrow. How are we ever going to think all the stories up in time, let alone write and illustrate them?"

“我们的书还没写呢！”“没必要大喊大叫，安迪。”特里说。 “只是放松。一切都会好的。” “我怎么可能放松，这一切怎么可能好起来？”我说。 “我们还没有书，明天就要交了。 我们怎么能及时想出所有的故事，更不用说写出来和说明了？”

"Easy," said Terry. "We don't have to think anything up. We've just lived through a really interesting day. All we have to do is write it all down, draw some pictures, and we'll have our book!"

“简单，”特里说。“我们不需要想什么。 我们刚刚度过了非常有趣的一天。 我们所要做的就是把这些都写下来，画一些画，然后我们就有我们的书了！”