5 The Wintlorian Warning

The Wintlorian Warning In Wintloria, Claudette was struggling. The feasting tree had been evacuated to make her a new home, because she was too weak to fly to her own part of the forest. Her recovery was being aided by a mixture of science and nature. One of her wings was hooked up to a D.o.R.R.i.S. beeping machine, while the rest of her body was smothered in Wintlorian leaves, bark, and fruit foraged by the other parrots. Still, there was something

在温特洛里亚，克劳德特在挣扎。 因为她太虚弱了，无法飞回森林里属于她的那部分，所以这棵饱餐的树被移走了，给她建了一个新家。 她的康复得益于科学和自然的结合。 她的一只翅膀连着一个d.r.r.i.s。 而她身体的其他部分则被其他鹦鹉觅食的温特罗林树叶、树皮和水果所覆盖。 不过，还是有些东西

getting in the way of her recovery—something that no Dorris or parrot could understand. As Mortimer watched Claudette squawk and flap in a fretful sleep, he felt helpless. She had been like this ever since she'd fainted in his wings—neither conscious enough to engage with the world, nor unconscious enough to enjoy the rest she needed. "Hi-di-hi, Morty! What a devoted little sausage!" said Giulietta, as she swooped into the tree. "You still here then, are you?" Mortimer had no intention of answering such a stupid question. "Did you hear me, Morty?" asked Giulietta. Just like all the other parrots in the forest, she was making an excessive effort to remain cheerful in the face of tragedy. "Maybe you're

妨碍了她的康复——这是多莉丝和鹦鹉都无法理解的。 当莫蒂默看着克劳德特在烦躁的睡梦中尖叫和拍打时，他感到无助。 自从她昏倒在他的翅膀里之后，她就一直这样——既没有足够的意识与世界交往，也没有足够的意识享受她所需要的休息。 “Hi-di-hi,莫蒂!好忠诚的小香肠！”茱莉埃塔说着，跳上了树。 “那么你还在这儿，是吗？”摩梯末不打算回答这样一个愚蠢的问题。 “你听到我说的话了吗，莫蒂？” 就像森林里所有其他的鹦鹉一样，面对悲剧，她竭尽全力保持快乐。 “也许你

too tired to listen. Shall I get Frederick to fly you up to the tree of restfulness?" "I'm fine," said Mortimer, through a gritted beak. He didn't take his eyes off Claudette. "But you haven't left her side since she got here," said Giulietta. She put a wing around Mortimer. He flinched. The only parrot he allowed to hug him was Claudette. "You must be pooped." "I'll never leave her," said Mortimer. "Not as long as she needs me." "What she needs now is rest," said Giulietta. "She has everything she needs to recover." "I'll scour the forest for fruit that the others have missed. I'll fly to D.o.R.R.i.S. for a different doctor," said Mortimer. He was speaking to himself more than anyone else,

太累了，不想听。要不要我叫弗雷德里克把你送到安宁树上去？”“我很好，”摩梯末用咬牙切齿的嘴说。 他一直盯着克劳德特。 “可是自从她来了以后，你就没有离开过她。” 她给摩梯末戴上了一只翅膀。 他退缩了。他唯一允许拥抱他的鹦鹉是克劳德特。 “你一定累坏了。”“我决不离开她，”摩梯末说道。 “只要她需要我就不会。” “她现在需要的是休息，”朱利埃塔说。 “她有恢复所需要的一切。” “我要在森林里搜寻其他人错过的水果。 我要飞到r.r.i.s.去请别的医生，”摩梯末说。 他自言自语的次数比谁都多，

but he still succeeded in offending Agents Hughie, Stewie, and Louie, who were fussing around Claudette's bed. "There's got to be something I can do!" "The only thing we can do is wait," said Giulietta. "If you really won't sleep, then some of us parrots are going to crowd around this tree and sing cheery lullabies to soothe Claudette. I know you're not much of a singer, but you could add your voice to the choir if you like?" "A song won't cure Claudette," spat Mortimer. "A song can soothe the soul and mend the heart. Why, the right song in the right ear can—" began Giulietta. "A song is clearly no match for the beast!" snapped Mortimer.

但他还是成功地惹恼了休吉、斯蒂维和路易三个探员，他们正在克劳德特的床旁忙乱。 “一定有什么我能做的！”“我们唯一能做的就是等待，”朱利埃塔说。 “如果你真的睡不着，我们这些鹦鹉就会围着这棵树，唱着欢快的摇篮曲来安抚克劳德特。 我知道你不太会唱歌，但如果你愿意，你可以加入唱诗班。”“一首歌不能治愈克劳德特，”莫蒂默吐槽道。 “一首歌可以抚慰灵魂，修补心灵。 怎么，正确的歌在正确的耳朵里可以——”朱利埃塔开始说。 “一首歌显然不是野兽的对手！”摩梯末厉声说道。

Mortimer and the other parrots had been warned not to speak of the beast in front of Claudette. The D.o.R.R.i.S. machine beeped faster and louder than it had ever done before, and Claudette's eyes began to stir with a more disturbing variety of dream. In times past, Claudette had shared her dreams with the young parrots of Wintloria as bedtime stories. If she did that now, none of them would ever sleep again. She kept murmuring words and faces that she had seen in the beast's mind. "Rapscallicus… Morgana… BETHANYYY," said Claudette. She slowly blinked herself awake. "What the… who the…?" Mortimer flew over to comfort her. Her voice was too weak for him to hear, so he leaned closer to her beak.

莫蒂默和其他鹦鹉被警告不要在克劳德特面前谈论那只野兽。 D.o.R.R.i.S.机器发出的哔哔声比以往任何时候都要快，都要响，克劳德特的眼睛开始动起来，做着更令人不安的梦。 在过去的岁月里，克劳德特把她的梦作为睡前故事和温特洛里亚的小鹦鹉们分享。 如果她现在这么做，他们谁也睡不着了。 她不停地念叨着她在野兽脑海中看到的话语和面孔。 “Rapscallicus……Morgana……bethanyy，”Claudette说。 她慢慢地眨眼使自己清醒过来。 “什么……谁……？”摩梯末飞过来安慰她。 她的声音太微弱了，他听不见，所以他凑近她的嘴。

"The beast is hungry… the beast is always hungry, and its mind is always cunning. Don't let it be cunning, Morty… don't let it escape from where it's trapped… and, whatever you do, don't let it eat," said Claudette. She was at war with her own exhaustion. "If it eats, it'll eat… it'll eat… SAVE BETHANY!" "Who and where is Bethany?" asked Mortimer, as softly as he could. "Claudette? I can't save Bethany unless I know where to find her." Claudette fell back into her jittery sleep. Mortimer tried giving her a gentle shake, but it didn't work. He could feel a river of purple tears swimming in his eyelids, but he was determined not to shed a single one. "What did she say?" asked human Agent Hughie.

“野兽很饿……野兽总是很饿，而且它的头脑总是很狡猾。” “别让它耍花招，莫蒂……别让它从被困的地方逃出来……还有，不管你做什么，别让它吃东西，”克劳德特说。 她在与自己的疲惫作斗争。 “如果它吃，它会吃的……它会吃的……救救宝芬妮！”“伯大尼是谁，在哪儿？”摩梯末尽量轻声地问。 “克劳德特?除非我知道去哪里找宝芬妮，否则我救不了她。” 克劳德特又紧张地睡着了。 摩梯末试着轻轻地摇了摇她，但没有用。 他能感觉到一股紫色的泪水在他的眼皮里涌动，但他决心一滴也不掉。 “她说了什么？”人类探员休吉问道。