3 The Stick

The Stick It had been one of those windy days, which meant everybody was out trying to find the very best sticks- Bear and Bird, too.

这是一个刮风的日子，这意味着每个人都在寻找最好的树枝——熊和鸟也一样。

They were singing their stick song: STICKS, STICKS LET'S GET STICKS THE STICKIEST STICKS LET'S GET THEM QUICK

他们唱着他们的棍棒之歌：棍棒，棍棒，让我们拿棍棒，最粘的棍棒，让我们快点拿

"Psst, Bear said Bird. "Look at those two over there fighting over the same stick. We're best friends, we'd never fight over a stick."

“嘘，熊，”鸟说。“看那边那两个人为了同一根棍子打架。 我们是最好的朋友，我们绝不会为了一根棍子打架。”

Then Bird looked down. They were both holding the same stick. "You have this stick," said Bird "No, no," said Bear, rolling it over to Bird. "It's yours.'' "Honestly, Bear," said Bird. "This is your stick. It belongs to you." "Thank you, Bird," said Bear. "But I can't possibly take this stick." "Why is that?" said Bird.

然后鸟往下看。他们俩都拿着同一根棍子。 “你有这根棍子，”鸟说。“不，不，”熊说，把棍子滚给鸟。 “这是你的。“真的，熊，”鸟说。 “这是你的手杖。它属于你。” “谢谢你，鸟，”熊说。 “但我不可能拿这根棍子。” “为什么？”鸟说。

"Because it's yours!" yelled Bear, running off as fast as his feet could go. Bear hopped on a bike and whizzed through the Woody Wood.

“因为它是你的！”熊喊道，以最快的速度跑开了。 熊跳上一辆自行车，呼啸着穿过伍迪森林。

Then he looked in the basket. There was a little note.

然后他往篮子里看了看。 有一张小纸条。