Rory's Lost His Voice

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罗里失声了

Rory's lost his voice.

罗里失声了。

Rory never stopped talking. Where's my football? Hello, cat. When's granny coming to stay? Guess what I did at school. From morning to evening he talked and he talked. But one night Rory woke up with a sore throat. It hurt when he breathed, it hurt when he swallowed, and it hurt even more when he tried to call for his mum. Rory never stopped talking.

罗里的小嘴总也闲不住。 我的足球去哪啦？小猫你好呀。奶奶什么时候来住呀？猜猜我在学校干了什么。 从早到晚他说呀说个没完。可有天晚上罗里醒过来，觉得嗓子疼得厉害。 喘气的时候疼，咽东西的时候疼，他想喊妈妈的时候，疼得更厉害了。 罗里本来一直说个不停的。

In the morning Rory stayed in bed. You're very quiet Rory said his mum. What's wrong? Oh mum, he tried to say. I've got a sore throat and a sore head and I didn't sleep much. But all that came out was a croak. Oh dear, said his mum. You must have lost your voice. Stay in bed love and if you're not better by lunchtime I'll call the doctor.

第二天早上，罗里赖在床上不肯起来。 “罗里，你今天可真安静呀，”妈妈说，“怎么啦？” “哦，妈妈，”他努力想开口说话。 我嗓子疼，头也疼，昨晚没怎么睡着。 可他发出来的只有沙哑的嘎嘎声。 “哎呀，”妈妈说，“你肯定是失声了。” 乖乖躺在床上休息，要是午饭的时候你还没好，我就叫医生来。

Rory tried to sleep, but in came his friend, Mohammed. Hello Rory, he said. Your mum says you've lost your voice. Rory nodded sadly. What shall I do? he tried to say. I'll need it for the big match. Don't worry, said Mohammed, joking. It must be round here somewhere. He looked under the bed and in the wardrobe, behind the television and under the computer. But there was no voice, not anywhere.

罗里试着再睡会儿，可他的朋友穆罕默德走了进来。 “你好呀罗里，”他说，“你妈妈说你失声了。” 罗里难过地点了点头。 “我该怎么办呀？”他努力想说出这句话。 大赛的时候我还得用嗓子加油呢。 “别担心，”穆罕默德开玩笑说，“你的嗓子肯定就在这附近的哪个地方。” 他往床底下找，往衣柜里找，往电视后面找，还往电脑底下找。 可哪儿都找不到他的嗓子，连个影子都没有。

A little while later in came his other friend Angus. Mohammed tells me you've lost your voice, said Angus. You'll need it for the final. I know, said Rory, but nothing came out. Angus went up right next to him. Say that again, Rory. I know, said Rory. But still nothing came out.

过了一小会儿，他的另一个朋友安格斯走了进来。 “穆罕默德告诉我你失声了，”安格斯说。 决赛的时候你可少不了嗓子呀。 “我知道，”罗里想说，可什么声音都发不出来。 安格斯走到他身边，凑得很近很近。 “你再说一遍呀，罗里。” “我知道，”罗里又试了一次。 可还是一点声音都发不出来。