Chapter 5

5 The Toilet Brush Knocking at the Window Tap. Tap. A shadow at an upstairs window of Reginald Grimster's house caught my eye. Tap. Tap. Tap. The blurred grey rounded head of a toilet brush appeared to be knocking at the window for my attention. I flew closer. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 'Are you OK, Toilet Brush?' I asked.

马桶刷敲窗户龙头。 水龙头。雷金纳德·格里姆斯特家楼上窗户上的一个影子引起了我的注意。 水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。马桶刷那模糊的灰色圆头似乎在敲窗户，想引起我的注意。 我飞得更近了。水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。 水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。 水龙头。水龙头。“你还好吗，马桶刷？”我问。

'I'm not a toilet brush, you nestbrain,' a voice cawed back. 'Who are you?' 'I'm fine.' 'No,' I said. 'Who are you? What's your name?' 'Fine.' 'No,' I said again. 'Not how are you. Who are you?' 'Fine!' the voice cried back. 'I'm fine.' 'OK.' I wanted to leave. 'I'm going. Glad you're OK.' 'It's spelled F-I-E-N-N-E!' the voice shrieked. 'My name is Fienne!' 'Ohhh,' I exclaimed. 'I'm Skipper.' 'How do you do, Skipper?' 'I'm fine.'

“我不是马桶刷，你这个笨蛋。”一个声音叫道。 “你是谁？”“我很好。”“不，”我说。 “你是谁？”你叫什么名字？“好。“不，”我又说。 “不知道你怎么样。你是谁？“好啊!那个声音叫道。 “我很好。“好吧。”我想离开。 “我走了。很高兴你没事。“是F-I-E-N-N-E!”那声音尖叫道。 “我叫费安！”“哦，”我叫道。 “我是队长。“你好，船长？”“我很好。”

'I thought you were Skipper?' the voice replied, suspicious. 'I'm Fienne.' 'Never mind,' I said. 'I'm off now.' 'You can't go!' the voice screeched. 'You need to get me out of here.' 'I've just had a feather-blazing row with my friend,' I explained. 'I told him I'm leaving, so I kind of have to leave in order to prove my point.' 'This is a matter of life or death. We are all in danger!' 'We?' 'Can you open this window and come inside?' Fienne said, his voice urgent. 'It's very hard to balance on a toilet seat when your leg is trapped.' The window was slightly open. I wedged

“我还以为你是船长呢？”那声音怀疑地回答。 “我Fienne。“没关系，”我说。 “我现在要走了。“你不能走！”那个声音尖叫着。 “你得把我弄出去。“我刚和朋友大吵了一架，”我解释说。 “我告诉他我要走了，所以我不得不离开来证明我的观点。’‘这是生死攸关的事。 我们都有危险！“我们?“你能打开这扇窗户进来吗？”费安说，他的声音很紧急。 “当你的腿被夹住时，很难在马桶座圈上保持平衡。”窗户微微开着。 我挤

my foot through the small gap at the bottom of the frame and shimmied across, wiggling my beak, then my head, then my neck through as the window slowly creaked open, letting me in. 'Fienne?' I whispered, once I'd squeezed through. It was the same bathroom where I had seen Reginald Grimster gluing hair

我的脚穿过镜框底部的小缝隙，晃了晃，我的嘴，然后是我的头，然后是我的脖子，窗户慢慢地吱吱作响地打开，让我进去了。 “Fienne ?”我挤过去后小声说。 这就是我看到雷金纳德·格里姆斯特涂头发的浴室

to his head. I spun up and on to my feet, kicking over a can of air freshener and sending it tumbling into a roll of toilet paper. 'Fienne?' 'I'm here.' Beneath the window shelf, dangling upside down from a string attached to the flush, was a pigeon. His leg was raw and bruised where the twine was

打在他头上。我转身站了起来，踢翻了一罐空气清新剂，结果它滚进了一卷卫生纸里。 “Fienne ?“我在这儿。”在窗台下，一只鸽子倒挂在马桶上的绳子上。 他的腿上麻绳处又青又痛