Chapter 5

Chapter 5 I will now answer questions from the reporters about this thrilling new statue of me, President Horse G. Horse, which was created by the famous artist Vanessa Cowcow." Nobody had any questions. "OK... I will also answer questions about my beautiful new presidential limousine! Isn't it awesome?" Nobody had any questions. "All right... I will also answer questions about my collection of salt and pepper shakers."

第五章我现在将回答记者们关于我——马·G·总统这座激动人心的新雕像的问题。 马，这是由著名艺术家凡妮莎·考科创作的。” 没有人有任何问题。“好吧…… 我还会回答关于我漂亮的新总统豪华轿车的问题！是不是很棒？”没有人有任何问题。 “好吧……我还将回答有关我收集的盐和胡椒瓶的问题。”

There was a long, awkward silence. Not a very thrilling silence, either. Actually, it wasn't completely silent. There was a faraway sound... sort of a munch, munch, munch sound. I looked around for Nina. I couldn't find her. I thought about asking the President if he had seen her, but someone else was finally asking him a question. "Excuse me!" shouted a TV news reporter. "Why doesn't the statue have a mane?"

一阵漫长而尴尬的沉默。 也不是很令人兴奋的沉默。 事实上，它并不是完全安静的。 有一个遥远的声音…… 像是咀嚼，咀嚼，咀嚼的声音。 我四处寻找妮娜。我找不到她。 我本想问总统是否见过她，但最后还是有人问了他一个问题。 “对不起！”一位电视新闻记者喊道。 “为什么雕像没有鬃毛？”

"What?" snarled the President. "A mane—you know, the long hair running down the back of your neck." "I know what a mane is, you turkey! I'm a horse!" "Well, then... why isn't there a mane on your statue?" "What?" snarled the President again. "Just look up!" The President looked up. "MY STATUE!" yelled the President. "THE MANE IS MISSING! Call the Secret Service! Call the

“什么？”总统吼道。 “鬃毛——你知道的，就是从脖子后面垂下来的长发。” “我知道鬃毛是什么，你这只火鸡！”我是一匹马！”“那么… 为什么你的雕像上没有鬃毛？”“什么？”总统又吼道。 “抬头看！”总统抬起头来。 “我的雕像！”总统喊道。 “鬃毛不见了！”打电话给特勤局！调用

Marines! Call the FBI! Somebody figure out where my mane is!" "AHA!" I yelled. "Mr. President, I can solve this THRILLING mystery for you!" The President and all the TV news reporters turned to look at me. "Who the hay are you?" the President asked. "I'm Inspector Flytrap, the famous detective."

海军陆战队!给联邦调查局打电话！谁来弄清楚我的鬃毛在哪里！”“啊哈!”我喊道。 “总统先生，我可以为您解开这个惊心动魄的谜团！”总统和所有的电视新闻记者都转过头来看着我。 “你到底是谁？”总统问。 “我是捕蝇器探长，著名的侦探。”

"Oh yeah? If you're so famous, how come I've never heard of you?" "You HAVE heard of me! We talked on the phone this morning!" "Oh yeah. Flyball—the guy who doesn't use the toilet," said the President. All the TV news reporters started to gobble, "You don't use a toilet? Why don't you use a toilet? Are you protesting toilets?" "NO COMMENT!" I yelled.

“哦,是吗?既然你这么有名，我怎么从来没听说过你呢？”“你听说过我！”我们今天早上通过电话！”“噢,是的。 飞球——不上厕所的家伙，”总统说。 所有的电视新闻记者都开始狼吞虎咽地问：“你不用厕所？ 你为什么不用厕所呢？ 你是在抗议厕所吗？”“无可奉告!”我喊道。