3 Reading

CHAPTER THREE Reading Ted, Nancy and Willow stomped through Grimwood. Frank glided slightly ahead of them, leading the way. Willow was singing a cheerful song. Waffle waffley- woofley hey! I am going to sing all da-OW! Nancy had thrown a conker at her head. 'Shut yer cakehole,' said Nancy. 'You're giving me earache.' Ted looked at Willow and gave his friend's paw a squeeze.

泰德、南希和威洛踏着沉重的步子穿过格里姆伍德。 弗兰克稍稍走在他们前面，带路。 威洛正在唱一首欢快的歌。 华夫，华夫，华夫利，嘿！我要放声高歌！南希向她的头上扔了一个圆果。 “闭上你的蛋糕洞，”南希说。 “你弄得我耳朵疼。”泰德看了看威洛，捏了一下他朋友的爪子。

'Sorry,' he whispered. 'I think she's just a bit nervous. About the dreams and stuff.' Willow grizzled and rubbed her adorable nose. 'Well, I hope that doctor can give her some medicine for being a snotty old GRUMPYPANTS,' she said. The gang reached the edge of the Swamp of Despair. It was muddy, smelly and for years had been almost impossible to cross. But the kindly Mayor of Twinklenuts, a squirrel called Crusty McTavish, had tasked the Twinklenuts beavers to build a log bridge over it. Now everybody could skip merrily over the swamp this way and that, which was very useful indeed. Ted sniffed the air. 'Willow,' he said. 'Have you been eating Cosmic Knobblers?' 'No! Why, have you got some?' asked Willow, peering around for her fave mushroomy snack. 'No, but I can smell something terrible,' said Ted, pinching his nose. 'I thought it was coming from your bottom. You know what happens when you eat Cosmic Knobblers.' Willow raised her nose to the sky and twitched it a few times.

“对不起，”他低声说。“我想她只是有点紧张。 关于梦想什么的。”威洛的头发变白了，揉了揉她可爱的鼻子。 “好吧，我希望医生能给她开点药，治疗她这个老鼻涕鬼。”她说。 这伙人来到了绝望沼泽的边缘。 这条河泥泞不堪，臭气熏天，多年来几乎无法通行。 但是善良的Twinklenuts镇镇长，一只名叫Crusty McTavish的松鼠，命令Twinklenuts的海狸们在上面建一座木桥。 现在每个人都可以愉快地在沼泽上蹦蹦跳跳了，这确实很有用。 泰德嗅了嗅空气。“柳树，”他说。 “你一直在吃宇宙丸子吗？”“不!怎么，你有吗？威洛问，一边四处张望，寻找她最喜欢的蘑菇点心。 “没有，但我能闻到一股难闻的味道。”泰德捏着鼻子说。 “我还以为是从你屁股发出来的呢。 你知道吃了‘宇宙丸子’会发生什么。”威洛把鼻子抬向天空，抽动了几下。

'Naaah… that's not my brew,' she said. 'Aww,' said Ted. 'You look so cute when you do that twitchy nose thing.' 'WAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURGH!' yelled Willow. She threw herself at Ted and pinned him to the ground. 'If I've told you once I've told you a gazillion times: DON'T CALL ME CUTE.' 'Mmmmmmmf!' said Ted, which meant 'sorry', but he had a small angry rabbit on his face, so it was hard to tell. 'I can smell something weird too,' said Nancy, ignoring the furry scrapping going on next to her. 'And it ain't the normal terrible smell you get around the swamp. It's like… an extra terrible smell.' She looked around and noticed something else. 'Hiya!' said a worm. No, not that. Something else else. It was a massive footprint.

“不……那不是我的啤酒，”她说。 “啊，”泰德说。“你鼻子抽动的样子太可爱了。“WAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURGH !威洛嚷道。 她扑向泰德，把他按倒在地。 “如果我告诉过你一次，那我已经告诉过你无数次了：不要叫我可爱。“Mmmmmmmf !泰德说，意思是“对不起”，但他脸上有一只生气的小兔子，所以很难说。 “我也能闻到一些奇怪的东西，”南希说，无视她旁边毛茸茸的刮擦声。 “而且这不是沼泽里常见的那种难闻的气味。 就像……一种特别难闻的气味。”她环顾四周，发现了别的东西。 “你好!一条虫子说。不，不是那个。 别的东西。这是一个巨大的足迹。

'Oi… you two… stop scrappin' and look at this,' said Nancy. Ted and Willow lolloped over. 'Woooaaaah,' said Willow. 'That is MASSIVE!' Was it a foot? Was it a paw? Was it a hoof? Was it a picture postcard of Paris by night? It was hard to tell. 'There's another!' said Ted. 'And another!' The footprints trailed past the Swamp of Despair, deeper into a part of Grimwood the animals rarely ventured. The weird smell was getting stronger, too. 'Maybe it's a STINK MONSTER!' hooted Willow, her eyes getting bigger by the second. 'Maybe it's… BIGFOOT!' 'Crumbs!' said Ted, feeling a little bit wobbly all of a sudden. Frank swooped down to see what all the fuss was about.

“喂……你们两个……别再玩了，看看这个，”南希说。 泰德和威洛跳了过来。 “呜——呜。”“这是巨大的！”是一只脚吗？ 是爪子吗？是蹄子吗？ 是巴黎的夜景明信片吗？ 这很难说。“还有一个!泰德说。 “另一个!”脚印穿过了绝望沼泽，深入到格里姆伍德动物们很少冒险的地方。 奇怪的气味也越来越浓了。 “也许是一只臭怪物！”威洛叫道，她的眼睛一秒钟变得更大了。 “也许是……大脚怪！”“面包屑!泰德说，突然觉得有点发抖。 弗兰克突然俯冲下来，想看看到底发生了什么事。

'Aah, it'll probably just be a random badger passing through,' he said. 'Come on, let's keep moving.' Nancy yanked her little brother along. 'Come on,' she grunted. 'You heard him. Let's get to the library. I ain't staying here just to bump into some stinking weirdo badger.' Twinklenuts Library was a small building made of higgledypiggledy stones. Frank rapped his beak on a heavy-looking oak door. After some time, the door slowly creaked open. 'Heeeeeeeelp meeeee!' came a tiny voice. 'Door… so… heavy…' Ted looked down and saw a very small mole attempting to open the door. 'Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry,' said Ted. Nancy pushed past him and shoved the door open, flinging the little mole backwards through the air. Frank picked up the mole and dusted him down a little. 'Sorry, Arthur,' he said. Arthur shook his head, adjusted his hat, pushed his glasses up his snout and muttered to himself. Everyone followed him as he trotted down a few steps and walked into Twinklenuts Library. It was a surprisingly huge room with a high ceiling, absolutely packed with bookshelves. Wooden ladders were fixed to the walls, in order to reach the shelves at the very top. Chairs and blankets were scattered

“啊，可能只是一只路过的獾，”他说。 “来吧，我们继续走。”南希拉着她的小弟弟一起走。 “走吧，”她咕哝着说。“你听到他说的了。 我们去图书馆吧。我可不想呆在这儿，就为了撞见一个又臭又怪的獾。”Twinklenuts图书馆是一座由乱石砌成的小建筑。 弗兰克用嘴敲击着一扇看起来很笨重的橡木门。 过了一会儿，门慢慢地吱吱作响地开了。 “Heeeeeeeelp meeeee !一个微弱的声音说。 “门……好……好重……”泰德低头一看，看见一只很小的鼹鼠正试图开门。 “啊!“哦，我很抱歉。”泰德说。 南希从他身边挤过去，推开门，把小鼹鼠扔到空中。 弗兰克捡起鼹鼠，掸了掸身上的灰尘。 “对不起，亚瑟。”他说。阿瑟摇了摇头，整理了一下帽子，把眼镜推到鼻梁上，自言自语。 大家都跟着他，他小跑着走下几步，走进了闪亮甜甜圈图书馆。 这是一个非常大的房间，天花板很高，里面堆满了书架。 木梯固定在墙上，以便到达最上面的架子。 椅子和毯子散落在地上

around the place, as well as a cluster of desks, and lots of small lamps. 'Cor,' said Ted. He loved the library so much. It was his kinda place. Frank swooped around the huge room, eventually perching on a wooden beam next to his pigeon pal, Dr Khan, who was engrossed in a book. 'Hello, pal,' hooted Frank quietly. 'Ah! Mr Owl,' said Dr Khan, who has a voice that's sort of posh but also friendly but also extremely serious. 'Just reading about an eighteenth century explorer called Dame Margaret Wimples. Absolutely fascinating creature.' 'Dr Khan,' said Frank, furrowing his gigantic eyebrows. 'I was wondering if you could chat to my young foxy pal over here. She's been having bad dreams.'

周围的地方，还有一组桌子，和许多小灯。 “好。”泰德说。他非常喜欢图书馆。 那是他喜欢的地方。弗兰克在这个巨大的房间里飞来飞去，最后停在他的鸽子朋友汗博士旁边的木梁上，汗博士正在全神贯注地看书。 “你好，伙计，”弗兰克轻声叫道。 “啊!“猫头鹰先生，”汗博士说，他的声音有点优雅，但也很友好，但也非常严肃。 “我正在读十八世纪一位名叫玛格丽特·温普尔斯夫人的探险家的故事。 绝对迷人的生物。“可汗医生，”弗兰克说，皱起了他那巨大的眉毛。 “我想知道你能不能和我的小狐狸朋友聊天。” 她一直在做噩梦。”