7 The Big Snow

Ick and Crud The Big Snow by Wiley Blevins illustrated by Jim Paillot

《伊克与克鲁德：大雪天》，作者：威利·布莱文斯，插画：吉姆·佩洛特

Snow Angels "Hurry," said Bob. He opened the door. "It's time for you-know-what." Ick and Crud raced outside. Ick ran to the right. Crud waddled to the left. Each searched for that just-right spot. But where was it?

雪天使 “快点呀。”鲍勃说。 他打开了门。 “是时候做你知道的那件事啦。” 伊克和克鲁德嗖地冲到了外面。 伊克往右边跑。 克鲁德摇摇摆摆往左边走。 他俩都在找那个刚刚好的地方。 可它在哪儿呢？

The ground sat covered in a blanket of white. Little flakes fell from the sky. "Catch them with your tongue," said Crud. "Catch what?" asked Ick. "The snowflakes." "The cupcakes?" asked Ick. "Yum!" "No," said Crud. "Look up."

大地盖着一条白白的厚毯子。 小小的雪花从天上飘下来。 “用舌头接它们呀。”克鲁德说。 “接什么呀？”伊克问。 “接雪花呀。” “接纸杯蛋糕吗？”伊克问。 “好好吃！” “不是啦。”克鲁德说。 “抬头看呀。”

Ick tilted his head and stuck out his tongue. "I missed," he cried. "Try again," said Crud. Ick stuck out his tongue once more. A big snowflake plopped on it. "Nice!" he said. "It's fluffy and crunchy at the same time. I wish I was a snowflake." "Me, too," said Crud. "Here comes another big one." Ick raced to catch it.

伊克仰起头，伸出了舌头。 “我没接到。”他叫起来。 “再试一次呀。”克鲁德说。 伊克又一次伸出了舌头。 一片大大的雪花啪地落在了舌头上。 “太棒啦！” 他说。 “它摸起来软软的，咬起来又脆脆的。 我真希望我是一片雪花呀。” “我也是。”克鲁德说。 “又有一片大的飘过来啦。” 伊克冲过去要接住它。

His left feet went right. His right feet went left. He flipped and flapped his legs as fast as he could. "Look," said Crud, as Ick lifted himself. "You made a snow angel." "Ooh!" said Ick. "Let's make some more."

他的左脚往右边迈。 他的右脚往左边迈。 他拼命扑腾着四条腿，能扑多快就扑多快。 “你看呀。”伊克爬起来的时候克鲁德说。 你做了个雪天使哎。” “哇！”伊克说。 “我们再多做几个吧。”

The two flipped and flopped on the snow. Each flapped his legs. Then they got up and flipped and flopped somewhere else. Before long the yard was filled with doggie snow angels. "We made art," said Ick. "We made something," said Crud. "Something beautiful," whispered Ick.

两个小家伙在雪地上扑过来倒过去。 每个都扑腾着自己的腿。 然后他们爬起来，换到别的地方再扑来倒去。 没过多久，院子里就全是小狗雪天使啦。 “我们做了艺术品哦！”伊克说。 “我们确实做出了点东西。”克鲁德说。 “好漂亮的东西呀。”伊克小声说。