终于找回小书房的密码。话说,这是俺第一本译稿,朋友帮忙绘图(这里传图好费劲),本想出书的,出版社说是单册就没通过,还是放书房来吧,如果有希望遇到其他单册的朋友一起合作出系列好吗?请高手指教。
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小熊宝宝原著:劳拉·郎特妮·史密斯 译文:利枝 插画:卡伊
第一章 寻找名字
第二章 走进森林
第三章 “啊~啾~~”
第四章 制作饼干
第五章 新闻报纸
第六章 一块银币
第七章 小红帽
第八章 “给我们讲故事”
第九章 阿拉丁神灯
第十章 两个商贩
第十一章 嘟囔爷爷
第十二章 小兔子呜呜
第十三章 魔法帽
第十四章 一罐金子
第十五章 米雪•莫科瓦,了不起的大熊
第一章寻找名字
小熊宝宝在哭,“呜~呜~~,呜~呜~~!”
眼泪叭嗒叭嗒,滴到牛奶碗里。
泪珠儿把牛奶变得咸咸的!
“怎么啦?”熊爸爸问。
小熊宝宝不说话,“呜~呜~~!”
熊妈妈说:“小熊宝宝被大伙儿笑话,因为它没有名字。”
“怎么不给它取名字呢?”熊爸爸问。
“名字不够用啦!”熊妈妈说。
你要是到过小熊宝宝家,看到它们全家吃晚饭,就明白熊妈妈说的话了。
饭桌旁,坐着熊爸爸、熊妈妈,还有17只小熊排排坐。它们的晚餐全是面包加牛奶。
小熊们吃完晚餐,互相追逐着玩一会儿捉熊游戏,然后才去睡觉。
只有小熊宝宝,坐在它的红色小摇椅里发呆。
它在低声的哭泣,“呜~呜~~!”
熊爸爸和熊妈妈也都睡觉去了,屋子里静悄悄。
小熊宝宝悄悄爬下楼。
打开门,匆匆离开家。
小熊宝宝要离家干什么去?
它要去找名字!小熊宝宝认识好多字,它来到一个旧的广告牌底下。
上面的字大部分都看不清,只有一个字还留在上边。那个字是“火”。
“火,火,真是个好名字,”小熊想了想,“我就叫自己‘火’!”
往前走,遇到一只老猫头鹰。猫头鹰说:“你叫什么名字,小熊宝宝?”
“火!”小熊宝宝大声回答。
“你怎么知道这是你的名字?”猫头鹰问。
小熊宝宝跑起来,大声说,“火!火!”森林里所有动物都惊醒了,它们提来一桶又一桶水。
它们赶来灭火。受惊的小熊宝宝很害怕,慌慌张张地跑。正好踩到篝火堆旁,烫伤了嫩嫩的小脚掌。
小熊一家子跑来把火扑灭了。
小熊宝宝一瘸一拐走回家,又被老猫头鹰叫住。
“你想要有一个好名字,就来找我。现在知道了吧,‘火’不是一个好名字。”
“咕咕~咕咕咕~千万别叫‘火’这个名字!” 到了家,熊妈妈在小熊宝宝烧伤的地方撒了点面粉,把它的小脚掌包扎起来。
“撒上面粉就不疼啦。”熊妈妈说。
小熊宝宝讨厌把脚掌涂那么白,用舌头把面粉舔得一干二净。
“明天,我要自己去寻找一个新名字,”它想,“不去找猫头鹰帮忙。”
想着想着,小熊宝宝睡着了。
它做了一个好梦,梦见它在一道彩虹的尽头找到一罐金子。它把吃奶的劲儿都用上去抱那罐金子。
“好沉,”它叫起来,“好沉,我抱不动!”
叫的声音好大,小熊宝宝把自己从梦中叫醒,把所有的小熊也都叫醒了。
“发生什么事了?”它们问。小熊宝宝说,梦到一罐金子了。
熊妈妈揉着眼睛进屋来,它还没睡醒呢。
熊爸爸说:“天还没亮哪,回去接着睡。”
一家子又上床继续睡觉。
这一回,小熊宝宝没有做梦。
CHAPTER I HUNTING A NAME
Little Bear cried, "Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!"
He cried so hard that his tears fell into his bowl of bread and milk.
The tears made the milk taste salty!
"What is the matter?" asked Papa Bear.
Little Bear did not say a word, he only cried, "Boo-hoo!"
Mama Bear said: "Every one teases Little Bear because he has no name."
"Why didn't you give him a name?" asked Papa Bear.
Mama Bear said: "There were not enough names to go round!"
If you could look in and see the whole Bear family at supper, you would not wonder that there were not enough names to go round.
There, at the table, sat Mama and Papa Bear and seventeen little bears. They all had bowls of bread and milk for supper. After supper the bears played a game of tag and went to bed.
They all went to bed but Little Bear. He sat in his little red rockingchair.
Little Bear was crying softly, "Boo-hoo!"
At last, when the house was still and Papa and Mama Bear had gone to bed, Little Bear crept down-stairs.
He opened the door and went hurrying down the road.
What do you suppose Little Bear was going to do?
He was going to find a name! Little Bear could read very well and by and by he came to an old sign. The words on the sign were partly rubbed off. There was only one word left. It was the word "fire."
"Fire, fire, that is a fine name," said Little Bear, "I will call myself 'Fire'!"
Pretty soon he met an old owl. The owl said: "What is your name, Little Bear?"
"Fire!" shouted Little Bear.
"How do you know it is your name?" asked the owl.
Little Bear ran on, shouting, "Fire! fire!" and all the animals in the woods awoke, and they came running with buckets of water.
They wanted to put out the fire. Little Bear was so surprised that he did not look where he was going, and he ran right into an old bon-fire, and burned his dear little paws.
All the Bear family came to help put out the fire.
Little Bear went limping home.
As he hurried along the old owl called: "When you want a good name, come to me; 'Fire' is not a good name.
"To-whit, to-whit, to-whoo,
Such a name will never do!"
Little Bear got home at last, and his mother tied up his paws. She put flour on them.
"It will help the burn," said Mama Bear.
Little Bear did not like to see his paws white, so he licked off the flour. I will find a new name to-morrow," he said, "but I will not ask the owl to help me."
Then Little Bear went to sleep.
He had a fine dream. He thought he found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He thought he tried to carry the pot of gold.
"It is heavy," he shouted. 'It is so heavy I cannot carry it!"
Little Bear shouted so loud he woke up. All the little Bears woke up.
"What is the matter?" they cried. Little Bear said he had been dreaming about the pot of gold.
Mama Bear came in rubbing her eyes, she was so sleepy.
Papa Bear said, "It is too early to get up, go to sleep again."
They all went back to bed and fell asleep.
Little Bear did not dream this time.