Chapter 2

2 The Man with the umbrellas 'What are we going to do?' I wailed. Dave sat up. His lower beak stuck out a bit as he tried hard not to cry. He put his good wing around me. 'We are going to find ourselves another Human. 'I just don't believe that the Human Lady would leave us,' I pleaded.

2带伞的男人“我们要做什么？”我大声哭叫。 戴夫坐了起来。他的下喙有点突出，努力忍住不哭。 他用他的好翅膀护着我。 “我们要再找一个人类。 “我只是不相信人类夫人会离开我们，”我恳求道。

'Well, she has,' Dave said. 'It's time to move on.' 'It doesn't make any sense. She gave us a shed.' I looked at our shed. How could I say goodbye to our wobbly shelves and the comfy old paint-tin lids that we slept in? And then there was my typewriter... 'Let's go, Skipper! Stop moping around.' I followed my best friend up on to the

“嗯，她有，”戴夫说。 是时候继续前进了。“这没有任何意义。” 她给了我们一间小屋。”我看着我们的小屋。 我怎么能告别我们摇摇晃晃的架子和我们睡过的舒适的旧漆锡盖呢？ 然后是我的打字机…… “我们走吧，船长！”别闷闷不乐了。”我跟着我最好的朋友到了

washing line, where he spied out over the long row of gardens. 'Shall we try Him Next Door?' I asked. 'No point. He's got a full house with his irritating canary.' Dave craned his neck further forwards and stared across the fences. 'Follow me.' We fluttered down from the washing line and headed towards the back of the garden. Dave pushed his way through the flapping wood panels of the broken fence and held them apart as I squeezed through.

晾衣绳，在那里他窥探了一长排花园。 “我们试试隔壁的他好吗？”我问。 ”没有意义。他的金丝雀惹得满座人都是。”戴夫把脖子伸得更远，凝视着栅栏那边。 “跟我来。”我们拍着翅膀从晾衣绳上下来，朝花园的后面飞去。 戴夫从破碎的栅栏上拍打着的木板中间挤过去，把它们分开，我也挤了进去。

We had to walk as Dave's wing was still too damaged to fly. As my friend charged on, I secretly looked back at the Human Lady's garden, and cooed a tiny goodbye to our lovely home. Dave hopped along the track behind the gardens. His head bobbed as he stopped at each new fence, trying to find a crack in the wood or a clearing in the hedge to squeeze through and spy on each potential new home. 'Too many cats,' he announced if he saw

我们不得不步行，因为戴夫的翅膀仍然严重受损，无法飞行。 当我的朋友继续往前冲的时候，我偷偷地回头看了看人类女士的花园，轻轻地对我们可爱的家说了声再见。 戴夫沿着花园后面的小路跳来跳去。 每到一处新篱笆前，他都会把头晃来晃去，试图在树林里找到一条裂缝，或者在树篱里找到一块空地，钻过去，侦察每一个可能的新家。 “猫太多了，”他看见就说

the slightest hint of a cat flap. 'Not enough biscuits to go around,' he declared if he saw swings and slides in the garden for Little Humans. 'Too boring,' he exclaimed, his beak all twisted in disgust, if he couldn't see a telly through the glass of the patio. My legs were aching and my wings were sore from scraping my way through prickly hedgerows and splintered fences. We'd walked past at least seventeen houses when Dave finally stopped and decided it was time for lunch. My stomach had been growling ever more loudly and angrily since house four. 'Let's go back,' I said. 'To what?' Dave said, pecking through

最轻微的猫猫声。 “没有足够的饼干分给每个人，”如果他看到花园里的秋千和滑梯，他会说。 “太无聊了。”他叫道，厌恶地歪着嘴，如果他不能透过天井的玻璃看电视的话。 我的腿很疼，我的翅膀也很痛，因为我要在带刺的树篱和破碎的篱笆间爬行。 我们走过了至少17栋房子，戴夫终于停下来，决定吃午饭了。 从四号房开始，我的肚子就一直怒吼着，声音越来越大。 “我们回去吧，”我说。“什么?”戴夫一边说，一边啄着

a pile of crisp brown leaves, looking for something to eat. He slumped down in a heap. His feet disappeared under his feathers and his head crumpled into his neck. 'Nobody wants us,' he wailed. 'I miss biscuits. 'Don't worry, Dave.' I looked at my distraught friend. 'Remember there was a time before the Human Lady and we were just fine.' '"Fine"?' Dave spat. 'Who wants to be "just fine"?' He sank further into his feathered belly. 'I don't want to go back to scratching around under benches and hunting through abandoned picnic baskets. I want to live in a shed with a constant supply of bread—'

一堆酥脆的棕色树叶，在找东西吃。 他瘫倒在地。 他的脚藏在羽毛下面，头缩在脖子里。 “没人要我们，”他哭着说。 “我想念饼干。“别担心，戴夫。”我看着我那心烦意乱的朋友。 “记得在人类夫人出现之前的一段时间，我们过得很好。““好”吗?”戴夫口角。 “谁想‘过得很好’？”他的羽毛肚子陷得更深了。 “我不想回到在长凳下挠来挠去，在废弃的野餐篮子里寻找。 我想住在一个小屋里，有源源不断的面包供应——”