11 Mud, Glorious Mud!

CHAPTER 11 MUD, GLORIOUS MUD! Actually, when I say 'never to be seen again', what I really mean is 'never to be seen again until we struggled our way back up to the surface'—I was just trying to make it sound more exciting.

第十一章泥浆，光荣的泥浆！实际上，当我说“再也不见”时，我真正的意思是“再也不见了，直到我们挣扎着回到水面”——我只是想让它听起来更令人兴奋。

We were lost in a vast ocean of mud. For as far as we could see, there was nothing but mud: mud, mud, mud, mud, mud and… more mud.

我们在茫茫泥海中迷失了方向。 因为放眼望去，除了泥什么都没有：泥，泥，泥，泥，泥，还有……更多的泥。

But then, in the distance, we saw a tree—and not just any tree. It was our tree! 'There's our tree!' said Terry. 'It's come to save us!' 'Help us!' shouted Jill. 'We're over here!' We tried to swim towards it, but it was too difficult—the mud was so thick, we could barely move.

但就在这时，我们看到远处有一棵树——而且不是一般的树。 那是我们的树！“那是我们的树！”特里说。 “它是来救我们的！”“救救我们！”吉尔喊道。 “我们在这儿！”我们试着向它游去，但太难了——泥太厚了，我们几乎动不了。

'If only we were in the treehouse,' said Terry, 'we could use the GRABINATOR to save ourselves.' 'But if we were in the treehouse we wouldn't need to be saved,' I said. 'Oh yeah,' said Terry. 'Good point. Hey, I know! We could use the voice activation option. On the count of three, everybody yell "GRAB"! One, two, three…'

“要是我们在树屋里就好了，”特里说，“我们就可以用抓取器自救了。“但是如果我们在树屋里，我们就不需要被拯救了。”我说。 “哦，是的，”特里说。“好点。 嘿，我知道！我们可以使用语音激活选项。 我数到三，大家喊“抓”！一，二，三……”

It worked! One of the GRABINATOR's long arms extended up out of the tree, pulled us out of the mud and dropped us back into the safety of the treehouse.

它工作!抓取器的一只长臂从树上伸出来，把我们从泥里拉了出来，又把我们放回了安全的树屋。

'Well, we certainly got all the mud out of the bog toad,' said Terry. 'In fact, we got a lot more than I expected!' 'We sure did,' I said. 'But where are all the blobs?' 'I don't know,' said Jill. 'It's so hard to see anything in all this mud.' 'Wait,' said Terry. 'I think I can hear them. They're singing. Listen…' We all leaned out of the tree and put our heads close to the mud, and as we listened we heard the song that the blob had sung when it was telling its story.

“好吧，我们确实把沼泽蟾蜍身上的泥都弄出来了。”特里说。 “事实上，我们收到的比我预期的要多得多！”“当然，”我说。 “可是那些斑点在哪儿呢？”“我不知道。”吉尔说。 “在这么泥泞的地方很难看清任何东西。“等等，”特里说。 “我想我能听到它们。他们唱歌。 听着……”我们都从树上探出身子，把头贴近泥巴，听着，我们听到了泥巴在讲故事时唱的那首歌。