Chapter 9

9 The Plan that I, Dave Pigeon, came up with WORKED. But it worked a bit too well! Dave grabbed my wings and swung me around and around as we whooped and cooed in celebration. 'She's gone, she's gone, Mean Cat is gone!' he sang. 'Iced buns for us and not for her, Mean Cat is goh-on.' We galloped around the garden, jumping over the flowers and prancing through the weeds. I lay back on the lawn. The grass dazzled

我，Dave Pigeon，想出的计划奏效了。 但它的效果有点太好了！戴夫抓住我的翅膀，把我甩来甩去，我们欢呼着庆祝。 “她走了，她走了，贱猫走了！”他唱道。 “冰面包是给我们的，不是给她的，坏猫还在继续。”我们绕着花园疾驰，跳过花丛，跃过杂草。 我躺在草坪上。草地令人眼花缭乱。

greener, the sky shone bluer and the washing line looked much lineier. Life was cat-free and felt birdrilliant! 'Shall we move into our new home?' Dave said, dragging me to my feet. Me and Dave skipped across the backyard, chirping as we danced over to the cat flap. Dave bashed at the cat flap

天空更绿了，更蓝了，晾衣绳看起来更细了。 生活中没有猫，感觉很美妙！“我们搬进新家好吗？”戴夫说着，把我拖了起来。 我和戴夫蹦蹦跳跳地穿过后院，一边唧唧喳喳地跳到猫洞边。 戴夫猛击猫门

with his head and kicked away the broken shard of flowerpot. 'After you,' I said to Dave. The cat flap rattled over us as we stepped into the Human Lady's house. It smelt like a breadcrumb paradise. A place where pigeons sipped strawberry fizzy pop all day through biscuit straws, and were fed pancakes and croissants covered in chocolate and peanut butter until they were stroked to sleep by warm Human hands. We followed our beaks to the living room. It stank of Mean Cat so we didn't stay there long. The Human Lady must have been out because we couldn't hear her anywhere. We headed back to the kitchen, searching

他用头踢开了花盆的碎碎片。 “你先请。”我对戴夫说。 当我们走进人类女士的房子时，猫的门在我们身上嘎嘎作响。 它闻起来像一个面包屑天堂。 在这里，鸽子整天用饼干吸管啜着草莓汽水，吃着涂满巧克力和花生酱的煎饼和羊角面包，直到被温暖的人的手抚摸着睡着。 我们跟着自己的喙来到客厅。 它散发着臭猫的味道，所以我们没有在那里呆太久。 人类女士一定出去了，因为我们哪儿都听不到她的声音。 我们回到厨房，开始寻找

for the scrumptious biscuits with the jam in the middle. 'What was that?' Dave said. 'What was what?' 'Did you hear that?' We stopped and listened. In the distance was the very faint call of a bird from the backyard. 'That!' Dave said. 'Did you hear that?' The coo came through a little louder this time. 'It sounds like a pigeon.' Then we heard another. Followed by another. Then another. Then a squawk. 'What was that?' Dave asked. He waddled to the table and jumped up to look out of the window.

为了中间夹着果酱的美味饼干。 “那是什么？”戴夫说。 “什么是什么？”“你听到了吗？”我们停下来倾听。 远处传来后院传来的微弱的鸟叫声。 “这!”戴夫说。“你听到了吗？”这次咕咕声更大了一些。 “听起来像鸽子叫。”接着我们又听到了一声。 接着是另一个。然后另一个。 然后是嘎嘎声。“那是什么？”戴夫问道。 他摇摇摆摆地走到桌边，跳起来向窗外望去。

'Skipper!' Dave gasped. The garden was heaving with pigeons. But not just pigeons. There were birds of all kinds. Big ones, small ones, parrot ones, grey ones, magpie ones, crow ones, duck ones and one that I didn't recognise at all but Dave said he was one hundred and three per cent sure was an ostrich. 'What are they doing here?' Dave hissed at me. 'I didn't invite them!' 'They might just want to say hello?' 'They want our Human house,' I said slowly. 'They want our food.' 'Let's throw out a biscuit. They can share it and leave.' 'Don't be such a catbrain, Dave,' I said,

“队长!”戴夫气喘吁吁地说。花园里到处都是鸽子。 但不仅仅是鸽子。那里有各种各样的鸟。 大的、小的、鹦鹉的、灰的、喜鹊的、乌鸦的、鸭子的，还有一个我根本不认识，但戴夫说他百分之百肯定是一只鸵鸟。 “他们在这儿干什么？”戴夫对我发出嘘声。 “我没有邀请他们！”“他们可能只是想打个招呼？”“他们想要我们人类的房子，”我慢慢地说。 “他们想要我们的食物。“我们扔块饼干吧。” 他们可以分享，然后离开。“别犯傻了，戴夫，”我说，