Chapter 3

3 Reginald Grimster Introduces Reginald Grimster The Human Man threw out another handful of bread and Dave hopped up and raced forward, following the trail of stale crumbs, eager to jump into the Human's hand. 'No!' The hand whipped back into the plastic mac pocket at lightning speed. Dave stopped and took a step back. 'See?' I said, pulling Dave away from the house. 'He doesn't want us here.' 'No, no! I meant "No, don't go!"' the Man panicked. 'Come on in, little pigeons.'

雷金纳德·格里姆斯特人类又扔出一把面包，戴夫跳起来向前跑去，顺着变质的面包屑的痕迹，急切地想跳进人类的手里。 “不!”那只手以闪电般的速度回到了塑料口袋里。 戴夫停下来，向后退了一步。 “看到了吗?”我说着，把戴夫拉出了房子。 “他不想让我们在这儿。“不，不！”我的意思是“不，别走！”男人惊慌失措。 “进来吧，小鸽子们。”

Dave shrugged me off. 'Don't get your tail feathers in a fluff, Skipper. He's asking us to come in.' 'Reginald Grimster wants you to come in,' the Man said. 'See?' Dave said to me. Breadcrumbs showered down on top of us as the Human threw out handful after handful of the stuff. 'Reginald Grimster has more food inside,' he said. 'Who's Reginald Grimster?' Dave asked me as he craned his neck trying to look behind the Man. 'I think it's him,' I replied, nodding at the monogrammed pocket of the man's plastic mac. It was emblazoned with a swirly 'R' and 'G'.

戴夫不理睬我。“别把你的尾羽弄乱了，船长。 他要我们进去。“雷金纳德·格里姆斯特要你进来，”那人说。 “看到了吗?”戴夫对我说。当人类把一把又一把的面包屑扔出去时，面包屑像雨点一样落在我们身上。 “雷金纳德·格里姆斯特有更多的食物，”他说。 “雷金纳德·格里姆斯特是谁？”戴夫一边问我，一边伸长脖子想看看那个男人的背后。 “我想是他吧，”我回答道，指着那人塑料mac上印有字母的口袋点了点头。 上面印着漩涡状的“R”和“G”。

Reginald Grimster continued to back his way towards the house. His bottom hit a closed patio door, and he slid his hand behind himself to slide the glass door open. He didn't once break eye contact with us. 'Come here, pijjy pijjies,' he blurted, as he continued to toss a breadcrumb path for us to follow into his house.

雷金纳德·格里姆斯特继续往回走。 他的屁股撞到了一扇紧闭的天井门上，然后他把手伸到身后，推开玻璃门。 他一次也没有离开我们的目光接触。 来到这里,pijjy pijjies,”他脱口而出,他继续扔面包屑路径跟随进入他的房子。

'I really don't have a good feeling about this,' I whispered. Dave kicked me forward towards the darkened patio doors. 'Maybe he's not quite as nice as the Human Lady, and so far he's not too keen on petting us, but at least he'll keep us fed.' 'Reginald Grimster has lots of food here for you,' Reginald Grimster called out from inside his house. 'Besides, I have a great feeling about this,' Dave said, his beak curving up into a smirk. My stomach knotted and my knees felt like melting ice cream, but I followed my friend as he pecked his way towards the house.

“我真的有不好的预感，”我低声说。 戴夫朝黑暗的天井门踢了我一脚。 “也许他不像人类夫人那么好，到目前为止，他还不太喜欢爱抚我们，但至少他会让我们吃饱的。”“雷金纳德·格里姆斯特给你们准备了很多食物。”雷金纳德·格里姆斯特从屋里喊道。 “此外，我对这件事有一种很好的感觉，”戴夫说，他的嘴翘起，露出假笑。 我的胃打结，我的膝盖感觉像融化的冰淇淋，但我跟着我的朋友，他啄着他的房子。

'This way, pijjies,' Reginald Grimster's voice came. We hopped over the patio doorframe and into a dark dining room. The light from the windows caused long shadows to fall over a plastic-covered metal dining table and two plastic chairs tucked neatly underneath it. There was a cupboard in the corner stacked full of books. I waddled towards the cupboard. If this was going to be our new home I wanted to make sure there was a typewriter. 'Not there, pijjy!' Reginald Grimster barked at me. He hurried over and stood in my path, shielding the cupboard from me. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw two entire shelves of cookbooks

“这边走，小鬼们。”雷金纳德·格里姆斯特的声音传来。 我们跳过天井的门框，走进一间黑暗的餐厅。 窗户的光线在一张塑料覆盖的金属餐桌上投下长长的阴影，桌子下面整齐地塞着两把塑料椅子。 角落里有一个柜子，里面堆满了书。 我摇摇摆摆地走向碗柜。 如果这是我们的新家，我想确保有一台打字机。 “不在那儿，小鬼！”雷金纳德·格里姆斯特朝我咆哮。 他匆匆走过来，挡住了我的去路，挡住了碗柜。 我不确定，但我想我看到了整整两书架的烹饪书

peeking out from behind his legs. 'Skipper, don't upset Reginald.' Dave shook his head at me. 'He's our Human now.' Dave jumped and half-flapped as he followed Reginald Grimster across the dining hall and into a small boxroom in the corner. 'Here, pijjy,' the man clucked at me, beckoning me over. I followed after Dave. 'I wish he would stop calling me "pijjy".' 'Stop being such a misery-beak,' Dave said. 'He's just trying to be nice.' The boxroom had been set up like a pet shop. There were tons of cages and birdhouses of all different shapes and sizes hanging from the ceiling. It was almost as

从他腿后往外偷看。 “船长，别惹雷金纳德生气。”戴夫朝我摇了摇头。 “他现在是我们的人类了。”戴夫跟着雷金纳德·格里姆斯特穿过餐厅，走进角落里的一个小储藏室，他跳了起来，半拍着翅膀。 “过来，小子，”那人咯咯地叫着，招呼我过去。 我跟在戴夫后面。“我希望他不要再叫我‘pijjy’。“别这么可怜人，”戴夫说。 “他只是想表现得友善些。”储藏室布置得像个宠物店。 天花板上挂着无数形状和大小各异的笼子和鸟笼。 几乎是