Chapter 15

15 The Forty-fifth Mile of the Race Opprobrious Vastanavius the Parrot was still ahead but now it was by eleven beaks. Dave was dropping behind. Fast. Twelve beaks. Fifteen beaks. Nineteen beaks. 'I. Can't. Do. This, Dave panted as he flapped hard, his new wing clicking and snapping as it struggled to flap quicker.

第十五章比赛的第四十五英里可恶的鹦鹉瓦斯塔纳维斯仍然领先，但现在它已经领先十一喙了。 戴夫落后了。快。 十二喙。十五的喙。 19喙。“我不能。 做的。戴夫一边使劲拍打着翅膀，一边喘着粗气。他的新翅膀拼命地拍打着翅膀，发出咔哒咔哒的声音。

He dropped behind by five more beaks. And then five more. As Opprobrious Vastanavius the Parrot became a smaller and smaller dot on the horizon, I knew I had to do something. 'Don't give up, Dave,' I squawked. 'I'll be back soon.' There was only one bird who could help Dave now: his dad. I fell behind and searched the flock for Mickey. There he was, bringing up the rear. I blasted through the throng of birds, aiming straight for him. 'Dave needs help,' I said, pulling up alongside Mickey.

他又落后了五张嘴。 然后还有五个。当可恶的瓦斯塔纳维斯鹦鹉在地平线上变得越来越小的时候，我知道我必须做点什么。 “别放弃，戴夫。” “我很快就回来。”现在只有一只鸟能帮助戴夫：他的爸爸。 我落在后面，在鸟群中寻找米奇。 他就在那儿，走在最后面。 我冲过鸟群，直奔他而去。 “戴夫需要帮助，”我边说边把车停在米奇旁边。

'I can see that,' Mickey said. 'What were you doing this morning?' I asked. 'I saw you.' 'Saw me where?' 'With him,' I screeched. 'With Opprobrious Vastanavius the Parrot.' 'It's not what you think,' Mickey shrieked back. 'What were you doing with that parrot when you should have been with Dave?' 'I was trying to talk Opprobrious out of the race.' 'What?' I knew Dave had to rest his wing and I didn't want that parrot to hurt my son.' 'You weren't switching sides?' I asked. 'Never.' Mickey grinned. 'I always pick

“我看得出来，”米奇说。 “你今天早上在做什么？”我问。 “我看见你了。“在哪儿看见我的？”“跟他在一起。”我尖声说。 “和可恶的鹦鹉瓦斯塔纳维斯在一起。“不是你想的那样，”米奇尖叫着回答。 “你应该和戴夫在一起的时候，你和那只鹦鹉在做什么？””“我是想劝奥普罗兹退出比赛。“什么?”我知道戴夫需要休息，我不想让那只鹦鹉伤害我的儿子。“你不是在倒戈吧？”我问。 “从来没有。”米奇咧嘴一笑。“我总是挑

the winning team.' 'Why didn't you come back and see Dave off?' 'Opprobrious got his crew to lock me in Pawsville,' Mickey cried. 'Everybody had left to follow the race and I was all alone. I had to find the keys, fly up to the lock, peck it open with the keys and then use them to wedge the door open so I could get out. 'Why does no one ever use the dog flap?!' Mickey paused. 'That's actually a really good idea.' 'We don't have time for this now.' Up ahead, I could see Dave had fallen behind by fourteen more beaks. 'Dave needs us.' 'Get in my slipstream, Skipper,' Mickey ordered. 'I'm going to get us to him.'

获胜的队伍。“你为什么不回来为戴夫送行？”“无耻的家伙让他的手下把我关在了波斯维尔，”米奇叫道。 “所有人都跟着比赛走了，只有我一个人。 我必须找到钥匙，飞到锁上，用钥匙啄开它，然后用它们把门楔开，这样我才能出去。 “为什么从来没有人用过狗的翅膀？！”米奇停顿了一下。 “这确实是个好主意。“我们现在没时间谈这个。”在前面，我看到戴夫又落后了14只鸟。 “戴夫需要我们。“船长，到我的滑流里来，”米奇命令道。 “我要带我们去找他。”

Mickey's slipstream smelt of cabbage and pigeon poo-farts. (You know the ones you do when you aren't sure if you need a poo or a fart so you do a little one and check what comes out.) It might've smelt bad but Mickey still had his racing talent. We soared towards my best friend, who was now sinking lower and lower in the sky. 'Dad?' 'We're here, son.'

米奇的滑流有卷心菜和鸽子屁的味道。 （你知道当你不确定你是需要大便还是放屁的时候，你会做什么，所以你会做一个小的，看看会产生什么。）虽然味道不好，但米基还是有赛车天赋的。 我们飞向我最好的朋友，他在天空中越来越低。 “爸爸?“我们在这儿，儿子。”

'I thought you weren't coming,' Dave said as he gasped for air. 'Of course I was,' Mickey said. 'I'm so proud of you.' We looked forward and saw Opprobrious Vastanavius the Parrot far ahead. He was now a colourful dot, piercing perfect holes in the clouds as he darted towards the end of the race. 'Full throttle on the feathers, son,' Mickey ordered Dave. 'You can do this.'

戴夫喘着气说：“我以为你不来了。” “当然了，”米奇说。 “我真为你感到骄傲。”我们往前看，看到了可恶的鹦鹉瓦斯塔纳维乌斯远远在前面。 他现在是一个彩色的圆点，在云层中穿出完美的洞，冲向终点。 “加油，孩子，”米基命令戴夫。 “你能做到的。”