1 The Feathery Feast

The Feathery Feast The only thing left of Wintloria was the forest, and there wasn't much of that left anymore. The trees were said to possess an ancient and beguiling form of magic—leaves that could wipe away scars, fruit nourishing enough to sustain an entire family for a week, bark that could scratch any itch, no matter how irksome or inconveniently located. As a result, the forest attracted much unwanted

温特洛里亚只剩下森林了，而现在森林已经所剩无几了。 据说，这些树拥有一种古老而诱人的魔力——叶子可以擦去疤痕，果实的营养足以维持一家人一周的生活，树皮可以挠任何痒，无论多么烦人或不方便。 结果，森林吸引了很多不受欢迎的人

attention from the sort of people who couldn't appreciate beauty unless they could chop it down and make it their own. As the forest grew smaller and the trophy hunters grew greedier, many of the animals deserted its branches. However, there was one group of creatures who stubbornly refused to leave.

这些人是不会欣赏美的，除非他们能把美砍下来，变成自己的美。 随着森林越来越小，战利品猎人越来越贪婪，许多动物离开了它的树枝。 然而，有一群生物顽固地拒绝离开。

There were only nineteen Wintlorian purple-breasted parrots left in the world, and nearly all of them lived in the Wintlorian rain forest. They were a noisy and deeply impractical species, constantly searching for

世界上只剩下19只温特洛里亚紫胸鹦鹉，几乎所有的紫胸鹦鹉都生活在温特洛里亚雨林中。 他们是一种吵闹的、非常不实用的物种，不断地寻找

opportunities to sing another song or host another feathery fashion show, when they should have been worrying about their own existence. On this particular day, the parrots had gathered in the hollow trunk of the largest tree to celebrate their third feast of the week. The first feast had been thrown to mark the queen's favorite corgi's half-birthday, while the second had been to celebrate the fact that one of the parrots had finally found the piece of string she had been looking for all afternoon This third feast, however, promised to be a very special one indeed. Every parrot was dressed in their featheriest finery. They were all laying delicious egg-shaped meals for one another, and the volume of their songs was already

当他们应该担心自己的存在时，却有机会唱另一首歌或主持另一场羽毛时装秀。 在这特别的一天，鹦鹉们聚集在一棵最大的树的空心树干上，庆祝他们本周的第三次盛宴。 第一次宴会是为了庆祝女王最喜欢的柯基的半岁生日，而第二次是为了庆祝其中一只鹦鹉终于找到了她找了一下午的那根绳子。然而，第三次宴会看来确实非常特别。 每只鹦鹉都穿着最华丽的羽毛。 它们都在为彼此下着美味的蛋形大餐，它们的歌声已经很响了

approaching a level that some may have termed "rowdy." At the top of the tree, a young male parrot named Mortimer was hanging up a banner that read: WELCOME HOME, CLAUDETTE. "Spiffy-whiff sign, Morty!" said Giulietta, an extremely well-dressed older parrot. "Need a spot of help hanging the thing up?" Mortimer grimaced. For one thing, the only person he allowed to call him "Morty" was Claudette. For another, he hated his species' obsession with always having to do things together. "I'm fine," he snapped. "I don't need anyone's help." "I know you don't need the help," said Giulietta, "but it's nice to have it all the same, what-what? If we only focused on the things

接近一些人称之为“吵闹”的程度。 在树顶上，一只名叫莫蒂默的年轻雄性鹦鹉挂着一条横幅，上面写着：欢迎回家，克劳德特。 “漂亮的招牌，莫蒂！”朱利埃塔说，她是一只穿着考究的老鹦鹉。 “需要帮忙把这东西挂起来吗？”莫蒂默扮了个鬼脸。 首先，他唯一允许叫他“莫蒂”的人是克劳德特。 另一方面，他讨厌他的物种总是痴迷于一起做事。 “我很好，”他厉声说。“我不需要任何人的帮助。” “我知道你不需要帮助，”朱丽埃塔说，“但有这些东西还是不错的，什么？ 如果我们只关注事物