Chapter 4

4 Skipper Doesn't Listen and Starts a MASSIVE Argument Wait, Skipper! Can I do this title? Don't type that! That's obviously not the title of this chapter, is it? Give me the typewriter. GIVE, ME. THE. TYPEWRITER.

船长不听，开始了一场大争论等等，船长！我可以用这个标题吗？ 别打那个！这显然不是本章的标题，对吧？ 把打字机给我。把,我。 的。打字机。

I did not start an argument. You did. Didn't. See? You're doing it again. Read this next bit and see for yourself who started the argument. Reginald Grimster's words rang in my ears. I escaped down the stairs before he could spot me. A fat one and a skinny one? Was he talking about Dave and me? I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. It had been almost a day

我没有挑起争论。 你所做的。没有。看到了吗?你又来了。 读下一段，看看是谁挑起了这场争论。 雷金纳德·格里姆斯特的话在我耳边回响。 在他发现我之前，我逃下了楼梯。 一个胖的一个瘦的？ 他是在说我和戴夫吗？ 我从走廊的镜子里瞥见了自己。 已经差不多一天了

without any croissants or biscuits with the jammy bit in the middle. I suppose I did look a little skinnier than usual. Well, I'm not the fat one. This is all muscle and feathers. I swooped back through to the dining room and to the cupboard Reginald Grimster hadn't let me look at. High on the top shelf was a row of shiny silver keys. Beneath, stacked on two shelves, was cookbook after cookbook. Short ones, crumpled ones, leathery ones, ones

没有牛角面包或者中间有果酱的饼干。 我想我确实看起来比平时瘦了一点。 我又不是胖的那个。 这全是肌肉和羽毛。 我冲回餐厅，来到雷金纳德·格里姆斯特不让我看的碗柜前。 高高的架子上放着一排闪闪发光的银钥匙。 下面的两个架子上堆放着一本又一本的食谱。 短的，皱巴巴的，坚韧的，还有

with bookmarks poking out of the top, and one that was held together with sticky tape and staples. I fluttered close to the bottom shelf and squinted to read the titles in the shadows: How to Fatten Up a Bird; How to Pluck a Bird; How to Roast a Bird; How to Make Nuggets from Any Bird You Find- and I Mean Any Bird, Like, Even a Bird You Lure into Your Garden with Breadcrumbs; How to Make Ice Cream (To Eat After Your Nuggets).

上面有书签，还有一个是用胶带和订书钉粘在一起的。 我拍着翅膀靠近底层书架，眯着眼睛在阴影里读着书名：如何让一只鸟变肥；如何摘下一只鸟；如何烤鸟；如何用你找到的任何鸟做鸡块——我的意思是任何鸟，甚至是你用面包屑引诱到花园里的鸟；如何制作冰淇淋（吃完鸡块后再吃）。

'Dave!' I shrieked. 'Get in here!' 'I'm sleeping...' Dave's coo came back. 'Get in here NOW!' A drowsy but cheerful Dave dragged his bulging belly through to the dining room. 'Why did you wake me up?' 'Dave, we need to get out of here.' 'Don't be ridiculous,' Dave snapped. 'I know it's not croissants and chocolate digestives but have you seen how much pigeontastic birdseed there is? And it's all ours!' Dave shook his head and started to turn back towards the feed room. 'Look at all these cookbooks!' I squawked at him. Dave glanced up. 'So he's interested in cooking. Maybe he's a chef. What's wrong

“戴夫!”我尖叫起来。“进来！”“我在睡觉……”戴夫的声音又回来了。 “马上给我进来！”昏昏欲睡但兴高采烈的戴夫拖着鼓鼓的肚子走进餐厅。 “你为什么叫醒我？”“戴夫，我们得离开这里。”“别傻了，”戴夫厉声说。 “我知道这不是牛角面包和巧克力消化，但你看到有多少鸽子鸟食了吗？” 这一切都是我们的！”戴夫摇了摇头，开始转身向饲料室走去。 “看看这些烹饪书！”我对他大喊大叫。 戴夫抬起头来。“所以他对烹饪很感兴趣。 也许他是个厨师。什么是错的

with that?' 'Don't you see a common theme?' 'Cooking?' 'Cooking what?' I said, pointing at every spine. Each had the word "Bird" on it. 'Cooking... books?' 'Dave!' My feathers were trembling. I slammed my wing down on the shelf. 'I think something very bad is going to happen to us. I think Reginald Grimster is going to turn us into pigeon nuggets. I heard him say so on the telephone!' 'Skipper, you're upset about the Human Lady. I understand. But you can't go around making things up. 'I'm. Not.' I glared at Dave. 'We need to get out of here. The Human Man is dangerous.'

吗?“难道你看不出一个共同的主题吗？”“做饭吗?“煮什么？”我指着每一根脊椎骨说。 每个上面都有“鸟”这个词。 “烹饪…书吗?“戴夫!”我的羽毛在颤抖。 我的翅膀砰地一声落在架子上。 “我认为我们将会遇到非常糟糕的事情。 我觉得雷金纳德·格里姆斯特会把我们变成鸽子块。 我在电话里听到他这么说的！“船长，你在为人类女士的事烦恼。” 我明白了。但你不能到处瞎编。 ”我。不是。”我怒视着戴夫。 “我们得离开这里。 人类是危险的。”