8 No One Knows Whose Show

8 No One Knows Whose Show It Is Any More... Dazed and groggy, Lin grimaced as the sharp pain of the bite stung. She tried to reach a paw to rub the sore spot, but she could not wrestle her legs free.

第八章 谁都搞不懂现在到底是谁的表演时间了…… 林晕乎乎的，被咬的地方一阵剧痛，疼得她皱起了脸。 她想伸爪子揉揉疼的地方，可腿被缠住了，根本挣不开。

"What's going on?" She twisted as much as she could and saw that she was being carted into a large anthill by hundreds of thousands of ants. "Put me down!" she yelled. The ants jumped aside on command and in formation, dropping Lin hard on her bottom. Lin jolted up. The floor was made of grit and dirt and made her fur itch. Her head knocked against the clay walls, causing a tiny avalanche of twigs and sand to waterfall down her back.

“发生什么事了？” 她使劲扭着身子回头看，发现自己正被成千上万只蚂蚁抬着，往一个巨大的蚁穴里送。 “放我下来！” 她大喊道。 蚂蚁们听到命令立刻整齐地跳到一边，林“啪”的一下屁股重重摔到了地上。 林疼得一下蹦了起来。 地面全是沙砾和泥土，蹭得她的毛痒痒的。 她的脑袋撞到了黏土做的洞壁上，震得小树枝和沙子簌簌往下掉，顺着她的后背滑了下去。

She blinked to let her eyes get used to the dark cave. There were millions of mites glaring up at her and her bruised bottom began to ache. But she forgot about the pain as soon as she spotted Fu trembling in the corner while a parade of ants cinched his paws tight with camera cables. "Let him go!" she growled. As she moved to stand up, her bound legs collapsed beneath her. "What's going on?" she demanded again,

她眨了眨眼，好让眼睛适应洞穴里的黑暗。 几百万只小虫子正抬眼瞪着她，她刚才摔肿的屁股又开始疼了。 可她一看见福在角落里发抖，一群蚂蚁正用相机线把他的爪子绑得紧紧的，立马就忘了疼。 “放开他！” 她怒吼道。 她刚想起身，被绑住的腿一软，整个人又倒了下去。 “这到底是怎么回事？” 她又质问道。

falling back on to her bottom. "You are my hostages," came a voice from beyond Fu. "What?" Fu cried. "Hostages the voice yelled again. "Did you say sausages?" Fu wailed. "Pandas do not make good sausages." "Hostages! I said HOSTAGES!" "But pigs are much better at being sausages," Fu whimpered. "And cows. And chickens. And vegetables. And maybe even some rocks..."

屁股又摔回了地上。 “你们是我的人质。”福的身后传来了一个声音。 “什么？” 福叫了起来。 “人质！”那个声音又喊了一遍。 “你刚才说香肠？” 福哭丧着喊道。 “熊猫做香肠不好吃的。” “是人质！ 我说的是人质！” “可是猪做香肠要好吃多啦，”福抽抽搭搭地说， “还有牛， 还有鸡， 还有蔬菜， 说不定甚至有些石头也可以……”

"You should probably turn the volume up on that thing if you want Fu to stop crying," Lin interrupted. "I also heard sausages." There was a nod of agreement from the ants by Lin's paws. "Fine," the voice said. "IS THIS BETTER?" "Much better," Lin said. The loudhailer moved towards Lin, carried by the ants, and Lin noticed that the same tiny red mite who had bitten her earlier was now standing tall upon a pyramid of ants and speaking into

“你要是不想让福接着哭，最好把那东西的音量调大点，”林打断了他， “我刚才也听成香肠了。” 林脚边的蚂蚁们也纷纷点头表示同意。 “行吧。”那个声音说。 “这样够清楚了吗？” “好多了。”林说。 蚂蚁们举着扩音器朝林走过来，林发现之前咬她的那只小红虫现在正站在蚂蚁堆成的小塔上，对着

the microphone again. "Let's try this again," the red mite yelled. "I am the chief lieutenANT and you are my hostages!" "Let us go," Lin barked. "Not until you promise to leave the cameras with us," the lieutenant replied.

麦克风又开口了。 “咱们重新说，”红虫大声喊， 我是蚂蚁副首领，你们现在是我的人质！” “放我们走。”林厉声说。 “除非你们答应把相机留给我们，不然休想。”副首领回答道。