Chapter 7

7 Dave versus Dave's Dad Remember the big secret about Dave? He's going to be back at the end of this chapter, so keep those beaks sealed, 'UP UP UP!' I woke to the shrieks of Mickey, bashing a spoon against our cage. 'Dad! It's too early!' Dave cried. 'The race is tomorrow, son,' Mickey cooed. 'We don't have much time.' Jet growled as Mickey landed on her head and peeled an eyelid open with his claw. 'We need everyone up to help,' Mickey screeched.

7戴夫对戴夫的爸爸还记得戴夫的大秘密吗？ 他会在本章末尾回来的，所以把嘴封住，“上，上，上！”我被米奇的尖叫惊醒，用勺子猛砸我们的笼子。 “爸爸!”太早了！”戴夫哭了。 “比赛就在明天，孩子，”米奇低声说。 我们的时间不多了。杰特咆哮着，米奇落在她的头上，用爪子剥开了她的眼睑。 “我们需要每个人都起来帮忙，”米奇尖叫道。

Only Gary was raring to go as he spun around in his ball in excitement. A sleepy Dave hopped out of bed and yawned as he joined his dad. 'You need to be awake and switched on, son,' Mickey squawked. 'Are you a pigeON or a pigeOFF?' 'A pigeon?' 'I'm a pigeon, Gary shouted, rolling up

只有加里在球里兴奋地旋转着，迫不及待地想去。 睡眼惺忪的戴夫跳下床，打了个哈欠，走到爸爸身边。 “你需要醒着，打开开关，儿子，”米奇吼道。 “你是鸽子还是鸽子？”“一只鸽子？”“我是一只鸽子，”加里喊道，卷起了身子

beside Dave. 'You're a hamster,' Mickey shouted back. 'Don't be a wally.' Me and Jet lined up next to Gary and Dave as Fluffle and Cricket-Ball Face joined us. Mickey marched up and down the line, inspecting us like an officer in the army. 'Today, we train,' he squawked. 'Tomorrow, we soar.'

戴夫旁边。“你是一只仓鼠，”米奇喊道。 “别犯傻。”我和Jet站在Gary和Dave旁边，Fluffle和Cricket-Ball Face也加入了我们。 米奇在队伍里踱来踱去，像个军官一样打量着我们。 “今天，我们训练，”他尖声说。 “明天，我们将翱翔天际。”

He pointed at Gary. 'Do you have the jammy biscuits?' 'Yes, sir!' He turned to Dave. 'Every time you do well, you get a biscuit.' 'That will be easy,' Dave scoffed. 'I'm a racing pigeon.' I couldn't look Dave in the eye. 'What happens if he doesn't do well?' I asked, changing the subject. 'Then he will have to clean out the tiny poos in Cricket-Ball Face's hutch.' 'Yuck,' Dave said. 'And I warn you that Cricket-Ball Face had a double helping of rabbit pellets yesterday so his poo is a little runny. As everyone gathered around the

他指着加里。“有果酱饼干吗？”“是的，先生！”他转向戴夫。 “每次你做得好，就会得到一块饼干。“那很容易，”戴夫嘲笑道。 “我是一只赛鸽。”我不敢直视戴夫的眼睛。 “如果他做得不好怎么办？”我问，改变了话题。 “然后他就得把蟋蟀脸的厨房里的小便便清理干净。“恶心，”戴夫说。 “我警告你，‘板球脸’昨天吃了两份兔丸，所以他的便便有点稀。 当每个人都聚集在

rabbit's hutch to see if what Mickey had said was true, Dave called me over to help him put his new wing on. He pecked off his sling and we slid the harness on. As I tugged the straps tight with my beak and the feathers clicked into place, Mickey whistled in awe. 'That's a wing of beauty, my boy,' he said to Dave. 'It is,' Dave said, fanning the feathers open. 'With my racing-pigeon blood and this wing, I won't need any training at all.' Mickey and I exchanged awkward looks as Dave started pecking his way into the centre of a chocolate-orange biscuit. I wanted to tell my friend the horrible secret that was weighing my feathers

为了看看米奇说的是不是真的，戴夫叫我过去帮他装上他的新翼。 他啄下吊带，我们把挽具套上。 当我用喙把皮带拉紧，羽毛咔哒一声插到位时，米奇敬畏地吹着口哨。 “那是美丽的翅膀，我的孩子，”他对戴夫说。 “是的，”戴夫边说边把羽毛扇开。 “有了赛鸽的血和这只翅膀，我根本不需要任何训练。”米奇和我尴尬地交换了一下眼神，戴夫开始啄一块巧克力橙色饼干的中间。 我想告诉我的朋友这个可怕的秘密

down with guilt but I knew I couldn't. If Dave was going to stand any chance of beating Opprobrious Vastanavius the Parrot, he'd have to believe he was born to race. 'Follow me!' Mickey crowed at Dave. He'd been busy. The reception area had been transformed into an assault course. There were hoops and squeaky toys on the floor and water bowls strung from the ceiling. Smelly hills of dog food dotted the floor and hamster-wheel towers were stacked high. 'What is this?' Dave asked. 'This is your training circuit, son,' Mickey said.

但我知道我做不到。 如果戴夫想要有任何机会击败可恶的鹦鹉瓦斯塔纳维斯，他必须相信自己是为比赛而生的。 “跟我来!”米奇对戴夫大声叫唤。 他一直很忙。接待区已经变成了攻击场地。 地板上有铁圈和吱吱作响的玩具，天花板上挂着水碗。 臭烘烘的狗粮堆得满地都是，仓鼠轮塔堆得高高的。 “这是什么？”戴夫问道。 “这是你的训练线路，孩子，”米奇说。