Chapter 2

2 The Wolf 'WOLF!' screamed Little Pig, flapping up into the air. Grandma Nan pulled herself from her bed and ventured to the front door, as Little Pig flew to a shelf and dropped inside a large enamel mug for safety. 'Was it really a wolf?' she asked. 'I think so,' said Rosa. 'But she was tiny. Just a cub.'

狼来了！小猪尖叫着，扑扇着翅膀飞向空中。 南奶奶从床上爬起来，大胆地走到前门，小猪飞到一个架子上，为了安全起见，掉进了一个大搪瓷马克杯里。 “真的是狼吗？”她问。 “我想是的，”罗莎说。“但她很小。 只是一只幼崽。”

Grandma Nan slicked back her thick, unruly hair. Her glasses started to steam up with the cold damp air. 'A cub, you say?' 'Tiny,' said Rosa. 'Do you think she was all right?' 'I'm not sure,' said Nan, cleaning her glasses. 'But this storm shows no signs of letting up. We'll need to put our coats on.' 'We're going out in this?' asked Rosa. 'It would have taken an awful lot of guts for that little cub to come and knock on our door,' said Nan. 'We have to go and find her.' Rosa knew it was the right thing to do. Grandma Nan passed Rosa an old waterproof raincoat, took her own oilcloth jacket from the peg, and they

南奶奶把她那蓬乱的浓密头发梳到脑后。 她的眼镜在寒冷潮湿的空气中开始冒泡。 “你是说一只幼崽？”“小拇指，”罗莎说。 “你认为她还好吗？”“我不确定，”南边擦眼镜边说。 但这场风暴丝毫没有减弱的迹象。 我们得把外套穿上。“我们就这样出去吗？”罗莎问。 南说：“这只幼崽来敲我们的门需要很大的勇气。” “我们得去找她。”罗莎知道这样做是对的。 南奶奶递给罗莎一件旧防水雨衣，从挂钩上取下她自己的油布夹克，然后他们

wrapped up tight. 'This is silly!' screeched Little Pig. 'SILLY! SILLY!' 'You'd want us to do the same for you, wouldn't you?' said Rosa. Little Pig huffed. 'You'll never fly in that wind!' he said. 'We don't need to fly,' said Rosa. Grandma Nan collected a few things from a cupboard, then asked Mr Hibberdee, 'Do you have any of that wonderful heather honey?' Mr Hibberdee dug around in his bag and found a jar. 'My last one,' he said sadly. 'Don't worry,' said Nan, taking it and sliding it into her jacket. 'I'll pay you well!'

包得很紧。“这太愚蠢了！”小猪尖叫道。 “愚蠢!愚蠢的!”“你也希望我们为你做同样的事，是吗？罗莎说。 小猪生气了。“你永远也飞不起来！”他说。 “我们不需要坐飞机，”罗莎说。 南奶奶从橱柜里拿了一些东西，然后问希伯迪先生：“你有那种很棒的石南花蜂蜜吗？”希伯迪先生在包里翻来翻去，发现了一个罐子。 “我的最后一个，”他伤心地说。 “别担心，”南说着，把它拿过来塞进了她的夹克里。 “我会付给你很多钱的！”

The bear rubbed his paws in delight. 'Why honey?' asked Rosa. I've heard wolves are partial to it, much like Mr Hibberdee,' she replied. 'Now's my chance to test the theory. Ready?' Pulling her raincoat tight about her neck to stop any rain sneaking inside, Rosa strode out into the weather, hot on Nan's heels.

熊高兴地搓着爪子。 为什么亲爱的?罗莎问。“我听说狼偏爱它，就像希伯狄先生一样。”她回答。 现在是我检验这个理论的机会了。 准备好了吗?”罗莎把雨衣紧紧地裹在脖子上，以防雨水溜进来，她大步走出去，紧紧地跟在南的后面。

Which way did she go?' asked Nan. 'Into the trees,' said Rosa, walking against the wind. Her hood blew backwards, so she grabbed at it and pulled it down over her head even further. Grandma Nan wiped her glasses with her fingers. The lenses cleared, but only for a few seconds. 'Then that's the way we go,' she said. Behind Grandma Nan's cabin the pine trees became ever more frequent, turning from a scattering of towering trunks to dense woodland that rose up the slope over the mountain. Thin streams of rainwater rippled downhill to the lake, spreading like veins over the ground. 'There!' cried Grandma Nan, pointing to a line of paw prints punched deep into

她往哪边走了？南问。 “到树林里去，”罗莎说着，迎着风走着。 她的兜帽向后吹，所以她抓住兜帽，把兜帽往下拉，盖住了她的头。 奶奶用手指擦了擦眼镜。 镜头清了，但只有几秒钟。 “那我们就走这条路，”她说。 在南奶奶的小屋后面，松树越来越多，从零星的参天树干变成了茂密的树林，一直延伸到山坡上。 涓涓细流的雨水荡漾而下，流入湖中，在地面上像静脉一样蔓延开来。 “有!南奶奶指着一串深深的爪印喊道