Chapter 8

Late Night Guests That night, as Rosa was nestling down to sleep, the sky was filled with a peculiar whooshing noise that swirled above them. It was as though the sound of the sea had risen upwards. She sat bolt upright, and noticed that Nan and Mr Hibberdee were doing the same. 'Hold on to your hats!' said Nan. 'What is it?'asked Rosa.

深夜客人那天晚上，罗莎正躺下睡觉，天空中充满了一种奇怪的嗖嗖声，在他们头顶盘旋。 仿佛大海的声音已经上升了。 她坐直了身子，注意到南和希伯迪先生也在坐着。 “抓住你们的帽子！”南说。 “什么事？””罗莎问。

'Incoming!' growled Mr Hibberdee. Stick ducked into Rosa's sleeping bag for cover. Looking like a barrage of black-and- white jacket potatoes with wings, a flock of puffins tumbled out of the sky and landed right on top of the campsite. 'Oh my days! We have trespassers!' chirped a particularly serious bird with a very un-serious, brightly coloured beak. She poked Grandma Nan's feet inside the sleeping bag, then swivelled sharply to poke Rosa's.

“传入的!希伯狄先生咆哮道。 棍子钻进罗莎的睡袋里躲起来。 一群海雀从天空中翻滚而下，正好落在露营地的顶上，看起来就像一堆长着翅膀的黑白相间的土豆。 “噢，我的天哪！”我们有入侵者！一只特别严肃的鸟叽叽喳喳地叫着，它的嘴颜色鲜艳，很不严肃。 她在睡袋里戳了戳南奶奶的脚，然后猛地转过身去戳罗莎的脚。

'Hello?' said Rosa, a little uneasily. 'This is the holiday home of the Buffin family!' said the puffin, leaning forward so that her beak pressed up against Rosa's nose. 'Humans and bears are definitely not allowed!' 'OK...' said Rosa, as fearful as anyone can be of a bird with such a colourful, cheerful face. 'And you're a Buffin?' 'Mrs Buffin,if you please!' said the bird. Stick peered out from the sleeping bag, sniffing the air cautiously.

“喂?罗莎有点不安地说。 “这是布芬一家的度假屋！”海雀说着，身体前倾，把喙紧贴在罗莎的鼻子上。 “人和熊绝对不允许进来！”“好吧……罗莎说，她对一只有着如此五彩缤纷、欢快的脸的鸟感到无比恐惧。 “你是布芬家的人？”“布芬太太，劳驾！”鸟儿说。 棍子从睡袋里探出头来，小心翼翼地嗅着空气。

And wolves are not allowed either!'said the puffin. 'We're not planning on staying long,' said Nan, calming the bird. 'You don't need to worry.' Mrs Buffin waddled away to talk to her friends and family. They chattered amongst themselves. 'Well, all right, then,' she said, turning back. 'But to stay here you must pay us with some of your food. You do have some, don't you?' Mr Hibberdee laughed. A kindred spirit!' he said.He rooted around for some of his biscuits and handed them out.

狼也不允许进来！海雀说。 “我们不打算待太久，”南说，让鸟儿平静下来。 “你不用担心。”布芬太太摇摇摆摆地走开了，去和她的朋友和家人交谈。 他们互相闲谈。 “好吧，那好吧，”她说着，转过身来。 “但要留在这里，你必须给我们一些食物。 你确实有一些，是吗？”希伯狄先生笑了。 志趣相投！他说。他翻来翻去找了些饼干，分发了出去。

Mrs Buffin took six in her beak-a feat of prowess that impressed even Mr Hibberdee, who could only fit three biscuits in his mouth at any one time. 'How on earth can you do that?' he said,in awe. 'Very special tongues,' mumbled the puffin.She returned to her group and handed them out. 'Delicious, delicious,' she said, struggling to speak. Mr Hibberdee nudged Grandma Nan. 'I told you they were the best biscuits,'

布芬太太一口吞下了六块饼干——这一惊人的本领甚至让希伯迪先生也印象深刻，他一次只能把三块饼干塞进嘴里。 “你怎么能这么做呢？”他敬畏地说。 “非常特别的舌头。”海雀喃喃地说。她回到她的小组，把它们分发出去。 “好吃，好吃。”她说，挣扎着说不出话来。 希伯迪先生用胳膊肘轻推了一下南奶奶。 “我告诉过你这是最好的饼干。”