12 Return of the Fly

CHAPTER 12 RETURN OF THE FLY 'But it can't be the same fly,' said Terry. 'It was eaten by the bog toad—we saw it happen.'

第十二章苍蝇回来了“但不可能是同一只苍蝇，”特里说。 “它被沼泽蟾蜍吃掉了——我们亲眼看到的。”

'Actually,' said Jill, 'I don't think we did see it happen. We saw the bog toad try to eat the fly but when it opened its mouth, all the mud came gushing out. Maybe the bog toad didn't get a chance to swallow the fly.' The fly buzzed excitedly as if to confirm what Jill was saying. Or it could have just been buzzing because it was a really annoying fly.

“实际上，”吉尔说，“我想我们并没有看到它发生。 我们看到沼泽蟾蜍试图吃掉苍蝇，但当它张开嘴时，所有的泥都喷了出来。 也许沼泽蟾蜍没有机会吞下苍蝇。”苍蝇兴奋地嗡嗡叫着，好像在证实吉尔的话。 或者它可能只是嗡嗡作响，因为它是一只非常烦人的苍蝇。

'That's the sound we heard just before we were released from the belly of the bog toad!' said one of the blobs. 'Three cheers for the fly!' 'Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!' shouted the blobs. 'Let us sing!'

“那是我们从沼泽蟾蜍肚子里被释放出来之前听到的声音！”其中一团说。 “为苍蝇欢呼三声！”“万岁!万岁!万岁!团团喊道。 “让我们唱歌吧！”

FLY, GLORIOUS FLY, BLACK SPEEDY AND FUZZY! FLY, GLORIOUS FLY, BRAVE HEROLC AND BUZZY. 'Go figure!' I whispered to Terry and Jill. 'On Earth

飞吧，光荣的飞吧，又黑又快又毛茸茸的！飞吧，光荣的飞吧，勇敢的英雄，嗡嗡的。 “猜猜看!”我低声对特里和吉尔说。 “在地球上

that fly was just an annoying pest, but here on Blobdromeda it's a hero!' 'I'm just glad that the fly—and the blobs—are all okay!' said Jill. 'Well, I guess we should think about getting back home,' I said. 'Can't you stay here with us?' said the blob. 'We

那只苍蝇只是一个讨厌的害虫，但在Blobdromeda上，它是一个英雄！“我很高兴苍蝇——还有那些斑点——都没事！”吉尔说。 “好吧，我想我们应该考虑回家，”我说。 “你不能和我们呆在一起吗？”那团东西说。 “我们

could spend our days wallowing and singing in the mud together.' 'That sounds like fun,' I said, 'but we really have to get home and write our next book. We can't write it here—the mud would get all over the paper.' 'I understand,' said the blob. 'There's no place like home. But can we ask a favour before you go?' 'Of course,' I said. 'What is it?' 'Can your fly stay with us? We would honour it as a hero and it would give us great comfort to know it's here—just in case any blobs get swallowed by the bog toad in the future.'

我们可以一起在泥里打滚，唱歌。“听起来很有趣，”我说，“但我们真的得回家写下一本书了。” 我们不能写在这里——泥巴会弄得到处都是。“我明白，”那团东西说。 “没有地方比得上家。 你走之前能帮个忙吗？“当然，”我说。 “什么事？”“你的苍蝇能和我们住在一起吗？” 我们会把它当作英雄来纪念，知道它在这里会给我们很大的安慰——以防将来有什么东西被沼泽蟾蜍吞了。”