3-13 Mercy Watson Fights Crime

Chapter 13, Mercy sniffed. There was that delightful smell again. Butter, where was it coming from? She looked around. She saw the little man lying on the ground. She sniffed his face.

第十三章 默西抽了抽鼻子。 那股好闻的味道又飘过来了。 是黄油味儿，它是从哪儿来的呀？ 她四下看了看。 她看见小个子男人躺在地上。 她闻了闻他的脸。

He he, the little man said, that tickles. Mercy snuffled the man's shirt. He he, he said again. In order to snuffle the man better, Mercy sat on top of him. He he, get off me, said the man. Mercy put her snout in the man's shirt pocket. She snuffled some more. Oh, he he, said the little man. Help!

“嘿嘿，”小个子男人说，“好痒呀。” 默西嗅了嗅男人的衬衫。 “嘿嘿。”他又说道。 为了能更好地闻味道，默西坐到了他身上。 “嘿嘿，快从我身上下去。”男人说道。 默西把鼻子伸进了男人的衬衫口袋里。 她又多闻了几下。 “哎哟，嘿嘿。”小个子男人说道。 救命啊！

Mercy found a piece of candy. She bit into it. It was sweet. It was lovely. It was very, very buttery. Mercy sat on top of the little man and chewed. A siren wailed. Aw, shucks, said the man.

默西找到了一块糖。 她一口咬了下去。 甜甜的。 好吃极了。 黄油味儿特别特别浓。 默西坐在小个子男人身上嚼着糖。 一阵警笛声呜呜响了起来。 “唉，糟了。”男人说道。