Horrid Henry's Nits

Horrid Henry's Knits by Francesca Simon read by Miranda Richardson

《淘气包亨利的头虱》，作者：弗朗西斯卡·西蒙，朗读者：米兰达·理查森

Horrid Henry's Knits Scratch, scratch, scratch. Dad scratched his head. Stop scratching please, said Mum, we're eating dinner. Mum scratched her head. Stop scratching please, said Dad, we're eating dinner. Henry scratched his head. Stop scratching, Henry, said Mum and Dad. Uh -oh, said Mum. She put down her fork and frowned at Henry.

《淘气包亨利的头虱》 挠啊挠，挠啊挠，挠个不停。 爸爸挠了挠头。 “别挠了，”妈妈说，“我们正在吃晚饭呢。” 妈妈挠了挠头。 “别挠了，”爸爸说，“我们正在吃晚饭呢。” 亨利挠了挠头。 “亨利，别挠了。”爸爸妈妈一起说。 “哎呀，”妈妈叫道。 她放下叉子，皱着眉看向亨利。

Henry, do you have Nits again?' Of course not, said Henry. Come over to the sink, Henry, said Mum. Why?' said Henry. I need to check your head. Henry dragged his feet over to her as slowly as possible. It's not fair, he thought. It wasn't his fault Nits loved him. Henry's head was a gathering place for Nits far and wide. They probably held Nits parties there, and foreign Nits visited him on their holidays.

“亨利，你是不是又长头虱了？” “当然没有啦。”亨利说。 “亨利，到水槽这边来。”妈妈说。 “为什么呀？”亨利问。 “我得检查下你的头。” 亨利磨磨蹭蹭，尽量放慢脚步挪过去。 太不公平了，他心想。 头虱喜欢他又不是他的错。 亨利的脑袋可是四面八方头虱的聚集地。 它们说不定还在这儿开派对呢，外地的头虱度假还会来拜访他。

Mum dragged the knit comb across Henry's head. She made a face and groaned. You're crawling with knits, Henry, said Mum. Ooh, let's see, said Henry. He always liked counting how many knits he had. One, two, three, forty -five, forty -six, forty -seven, he counted, dropping them onto a paper towel. It's not polite to count knits, said his younger brother, Perfect Peter, wiping his mouth with his spotless napkin. Is it, Mum? It certainly isn't, said Mum. Dad dragged the knit comb across his head and made a face. Ooh, said Dad. Mum dragged the comb through her hair.

妈妈拿着篦子在亨利头上梳过，皱起脸叹了口气。 “亨利，你头上爬满头虱了。”妈妈说。 “哇，我看看！”亨利说，他最爱数自己有多少头虱了。 “一、二、三……四十五、四十六、四十七。”他数着，把虱子放到纸巾上。 “数头虱是不礼貌的。”他的弟弟乖乖仔彼得一边说，一边用干干净净的餐巾擦嘴。 “对吧，妈妈？” “确实不礼貌。”妈妈说。 爸爸拿篦子在自己头上梳了下，也皱起了脸。 “哎哟。”爸爸叫道，妈妈赶紧拿篦子梳自己的头发。

She combed Perfect Peter's hair. Then she did it again, and again, and again. No nits, Peter! said Mum, smiling. As usual. Well done, darling. Perfect Peter smiled modestly. It's because I wash and comb my hair every night, said Peter. Henry scowled. True, his hair was filthy, but then... Nits love clean hair, said Henry. No, they don't, said Peter. I've never had nits. We'll see about that, thought Henry. When no one was looking, he picked a few nits off the paper towel. Then he wandered over to Peter and casually fingered a lock of his hair.

她给乖乖仔彼得梳了头，然后梳了一遍又一遍，梳了好多次。 “彼得没有头虱！”妈妈笑着说，“和往常一样，太棒了，宝贝。” 乖乖仔彼得不好意思地笑了。 “这是因为我每天晚上都洗头梳头呀。”彼得说。 亨利皱起了眉，他的头发确实脏乎乎的，可是…… “头虱就喜欢干净的头发。”亨利说。 “才不是呢，”彼得说，“我从来没长过头虱。” 咱们走着瞧，亨利心里想。 趁没人注意，他从纸巾上捏了几只头虱。 然后晃悠到彼得身边，随手摸了摸他的一绺头发。