Chapter 1-1

There was a tiny silver moon, as thin as a rind, when the queen of the Seven Kingdoms heard a tap on the bedroom window. She opened it, and found a tired and very bored stork balancing on the windowsill with a big parcel under one wing. "Sign here," his beak yawned as he pushed a scroll with wax seals at her. "I don't think that we…" said the queen. "King? Did you order anything?"

七国的王后正听见卧室窗户上传来轻叩声时，天上挂着一弯小小的银月，薄得像层果皮。 她打开窗，看见一只疲惫又百无聊赖的鹳正单脚站在窗台上保持平衡，翅膀下夹着个大包裹。 “在这儿签字。”他一边把一卷封着蜡封的羊皮纸推到她面前，喙边还打着哈欠。 “我觉得我们好像没……”王后开口说。 “国王？ 你订什么东西了吗？”

But the king was singing in the bath and did not hear her. The stork shoved a fat parcel into her hands. "Oh! But this is for the king and queen of the Far Away Mountains!" the queen protested, reading the label. "It's not for us." "They're not at home," said the stork. "You're their registered safe place." "Yes, but…" The stork flew off into the night. It was his last delivery. "I shouldn't be working this late," she could hear him complaining as he disappeared into the darkness. "Anybody would think I was an owl!" "Bother the king and queen of the Far Away Mountains!" said the queen. "They're always getting their stuff left here. I don't know why they can't leave it under the drawbridge like everybody else…" Then she ripped the fastening of the parcel and said, "OH!" And then she said, "It's a baby."

可国王正在浴室里唱歌，没听见她的问话。 鹳把鼓鼓囊囊的包裹塞到了她手里。 “哎呀！ 这是寄给远山国王和王后的呀！” 王后看着包裹上的标签，提出异议。 这不是给我们的。” “他们不在家。”鹳说。 “你们是他们登记的代收安全点。” “话是这么说，可是……”鹳已经扑棱着翅膀飞进了夜色里。 这是他今天最后一单配送。 “我就不该加班到这么晚。”他消失在黑暗里的时候，王后还能听见他在抱怨。 “不知道的还以为我是猫头鹰呢！” “烦死了，这远山的国王和王后可太麻烦了！”王后说。 “他们的东西老是被丢在这儿。 我就不明白他们怎么不能像其他人一样，把东西放在吊桥底下……”说着她扯开了包裹的封扣，紧接着惊呼出声，“哇！” 然后她说道：“是个小婴儿。”

It was the most adorable little prince that anyone had ever seen. The queen, who already had one child– a daughter called Florizella– was delighted to have another. "Look what's arrived!" she said as the king came out of the bathroom. "We've got a baby prince at last." "Good thing too!" said the king. "Excellent! Excellent!" And he got into bed and went to sleep at once, while the queen dressed the baby in the royal christening gown and put him in the royal cradle and rocked him gently. In the morning the baby had grown and was about the size of a four-year-old child. "It seems like only yesterday that he was a baby," the queen said. "It was yesterday, wasn't it?" the king asked. "You'd better hurry up and get him christened if he's going to grow this quickly." So the queen invited everyone in the kingdom and sent the messages out by a flock of pelicans.

这是所有人见过的最可爱的小王子。 王后本来就有一个孩子——名叫弗洛里泽拉的女儿，现在又多了个孩子，她高兴极了。 “快看看送来的是什么！” 等国王从浴室出来的时候，她说道。 “我们终于有个小王子啦。” “这可太好了！”国王说。 “太棒了！太棒了！” 说完他就直接躺到床上睡着了，王后则给小宝宝穿上王室的洗礼礼服，放进王室摇篮里，轻轻摇晃着哄他。 第二天早上，小宝宝就长大了，差不多有四岁孩子那么大。 “感觉他昨天还只是个小婴儿呢。”王后说。 “本来就是昨天啊，不是吗？” 国王问。 “他要是长这么快，你最好赶紧给他安排洗礼。” 于是王后邀请了王国内的所有人，派了一群鹈鹕去送信。

She was just posting the last envelope into the huge open beak of the last pelican when Princess Florizella came into the room. "What's this?" Florizella asked, looking from the windowsill where the flock of pelicans were squatting, beaks bulging with invitations, to the little boy sitting on the floor and building a train set. "This is the new king of the Seven Kingdoms!" The king was delighted. "Your little brother!" the queen exclaimed. "Prince…" The king paused– he could not think of a name. "What shall we call him, my dear?" he asked. "Usually you call a prince after the circumstances of his birth. So I was christened Prince Gooseberry– because my parents found me under a gooseberry bush. And Florizella's friend was called Prince Bonnet because his mother found him in a hatbox." "Bennett," Florizella said. "His name's Bennett." "He didn't like Bonnet for some reason," her mother explained. "So, what shall we call this boy

她刚把最后一封信塞进最后一只鹈鹕大张着的喙里，公主弗洛里泽拉就走进了房间。 “这是怎么回事呀？” 弗洛里泽拉看看窗台上蹲得整整齐齐的鹈鹕群——它们的喙里都鼓鼓囊囊塞满了请柬，又看看坐在地板上搭火车玩具的小男孩，开口问道。 “这是七国的新国王呀！” 国王高兴得很。 “是你的小弟弟！” 王后大声说道。 “王子……”国王顿了顿——他想不出来该取什么名字。 “亲爱的，我们该给他取个什么名字好呢？”他问王后。 “通常给王子取名都要跟着他出生的情况来。 所以我叫醋栗王子——因为我父母是在醋栗丛下捡到我的。 弗洛里泽拉的朋友原来叫帽子王子，因为他妈妈是在帽盒里发现他的。” “是班纳特。”弗洛里泽拉纠正道。 “他现在叫班纳特。” “他不知道为什么不喜欢‘帽子’这个名字。”她妈妈解释道。 “那，我们该给这个小男孩取什么名字