3. Goblin Discovered

The fairy's bright green eyes sparkled with laughter. She wore a pretty yellow top and a matching skirt with a little green leaf on it. Her long brown hair was tangled and windswept, and she held an emerald- green wand with a shining golden tip. Little bursts of golden leaves swirled from the tip of her wand. Rachel's eyes widened. "Kirsty! Over here!" she whispered. Kirsty hurried over. "It's Abigail the Breeze Fairy," she said happily. She and Rachel had met Abigail and all the other Weather Fairies in Fairyland.

仙女明亮的绿眼睛里闪烁着笑声。 她穿着一件漂亮的黄色上衣和一条相配的裙子，裙子上有一片小小的绿叶。 她的棕色长发乱成一团，被风吹过，手里拿着一根翠绿的、尖端闪闪发光的金魔杖。 一片片金色的叶子在她的魔杖尖上打转。 瑞秋睁大了眼睛。“基!在这儿！”她低声说。 科斯蒂匆匆赶了过来。“是微风仙女阿比盖尔。”她高兴地说。 她和瑞秋在仙境遇到了阿比盖尔和所有其他天气仙子。

"Hello, Rachel and Kirsty!" Abigail said, smiling. She twirled in the air in a cloud of gold-green dust and tiny bronze leaves. "Thank goodness we've found you," said Rachel. "We think there's a goblin nearby." Abigail's tiny face paled. "Goblins are nasty things— so big and scary! But we have to find this one," she said bravely, "before he causes any more trouble with the Breeze Feather." She fluttered her glittering wings and swooped onto Rachel's shoulder to hide underneath her hair. "Well, the goblin isn't in this tent," said Kirsty. "Let's go outside and check the booths."

“你好，瑞秋和科斯蒂！”阿比盖尔笑着说。 她在一团金绿色的尘埃和小小的青铜树叶中旋转。 “谢天谢地，我们找到你了，”雷切尔说。 “我们认为附近有个妖精。” 阿比盖尔的小脸苍白了。 “半兽人是可怕的东西——又大又可怕！”但是我们必须找到这个人，”她勇敢地说，“在他用微风羽毛制造更多的麻烦之前。” 她拍打着闪闪发光的翅膀，扑到瑞秋的肩膀上，躲在她的头发下面。 “嗯，妖精不在这个帐篷里。” “我们到外面去看看摊位吧。”

"Good idea," Rachel agreed, and the two friends left the tent, struggling against the blustery wind. They hadn't gotten far when they heard a loud creaking noise. Suddenly, the tent behind them collapsed! The girls saw Kirsty's gran rushing to help others, who were crawling out from beneath the canvas.

“好主意，”瑞秋同意了，两个朋友离开了帐篷，顶着狂风挣扎着。 他们还没走多远，就听到一声巨大的嘎吱声。 突然，他们身后的帐篷倒塌了！女孩们看到科斯蒂的奶奶冲过去帮助那些从帆布下爬出来的人。

"Oh, what a mess!" said Rachel. "At least it doesn't look like anyone's hurt," Kirsty pointed out. The wind moaned loudly through a group of oak trees nearby. The branches thrashed back and forth, and green leaves rained down. Abigail's tiny mouth drooped. "Poor trees. It's too soon for them to

“哦，真是一团糟！”雷切尔说。 “至少看起来没有人受伤，”科斯蒂指出。 风在附近的橡树丛中呼啸而过。 树枝来回摆动，绿叶如雨点般落下。 阿比盖尔的小嘴巴耷拉着。 “可怜的树。这对他们来说还为时过早

lose their leaves," she said sadly. "This is more goblin mischief!" fumed Kirsty. "If that goblin keeps using the Breeze Feather, he'll tear the leaves off all the trees." Quickly, the girls searched the tents and some of the stalls, but they didn't have any luck at all finding the goblin— or the Breeze Feather. Then, Kirsty heard a dog barking. "It's Twiglet," she said, pointing at a cute Jack Russell puppy next to the raffle booth. "His owner is one of our neighbors, Mr. McDougall." "We haven't searched the raffle booth yet," Rachel said. "Let's go and check there for goblins." The girls hurried over. "Hello," Kirsty greeted her neighbor. "Hello, my dear," said Mr. McDougall. "I don't think Twiglet likes this windstorm." Kirsty nodded. She bent down to pet Twiglet, and the puppy jumped up from beside his empty food bowl. He wagged his tail and wiggled his little nose. Kirsty stroked his soft, floppy ears. "You're gorgeous," she said, smiling. "What's that?" Rachel asked, pointing to a torn piece of material in Twiglet's mouth.

丢掉它们的叶子，”她悲伤地说。 “这又是妖精的恶作剧！” “如果那个妖精继续使用微风羽毛，他会把所有树上的叶子都扯下来的。” 姑娘们迅速地搜遍了帐篷和一些摊位，但根本没能找到妖精——也没能找到风羽。 然后，科斯蒂听到一只狗在叫。 “这是Twiglet，”她指着抽奖摊位旁边一只可爱的杰克罗素小狗说。 “它的主人是我们的邻居麦克杜格尔先生。” “我们还没有搜查抽奖摊位，”雷切尔说。 “我们去看看那里有没有妖精。” 女孩们匆匆赶了过来。“你好，”科斯蒂向她的邻居打招呼。 “你好，亲爱的。”麦克杜格尔先生说。 “我觉得特威格特不喜欢这场风暴。” 斯蒂点点头。她弯下腰去抚摸Twiglet，小狗从他的空碗旁跳了起来。 它摇着尾巴，扭动着小鼻子。 科斯蒂抚摸着他柔软、下垂的耳朵。 “你真漂亮，”她微笑着说。 “那是什么?”瑞秋指着特威莱特嘴里的一块破东西问。

Kirsty pulled the material away from Twiglet. It was brown leather and it smelled moldy. Rachel and Kirsty looked at it closely. "I'm sure I've seen something like this before," Rachel said thoughtfully. "I wonder where Twiglet got it." Suddenly, Twiglet began barking again. He was staring up at the sky, and jumping up and down. "That's odd," said Mr. McDougall. "He keeps doing that. I wonder why." "Maybe he's hungry?" suggested Rachel. Mr. McDougall shook his head. "Can't be. His dish is empty. He must have eaten all of his food when I wasn't looking." Twiglet snapped and growled, still looking upward. The girls and Abigail followed the puppy's gaze toward the sky.

柯斯蒂把材料从Twiglet手中拉开。 那是棕色的皮革，闻起来发霉了。 雷切尔和科斯蒂仔细地看了看。 “我敢肯定我以前见过类似的东西，”瑞秋若有所思地说。 “不知道特威莱特从哪儿弄来的。” 突然，特威莱特又开始叫了起来。 他抬头望着天空，跳上跳下。 “这很奇怪，”麦克杜格尔说。 “他一直这么做。我不知道为什么。” “也许他饿了？”雷切尔猜测道。 麦克杜格尔先生摇了摇头。 “不可能。他的盘子是空的。 他一定是趁我不注意的时候把所有的食物都吃光了。” 特威格特厉声咆哮，仍然抬头望着天空。 女孩们和阿比盖尔跟着小狗的目光望向天空。