半夜时分,我被屋外的响声吵醒了。我走到门外,看见父亲拿着猎枪,站在台阶上。“什么事,爸爸?”我问道。“野狗,孩子。一定是那只吃了我们羊的野狗。”父亲看着远处说。澳大利亚野狗的嚎叫在寂静的夜晚显得尖厉而悠长。这声声的嚎叫正从两英里外的悬崖边传到我们的房子里。父亲举枪朝悬崖的方向一连放了几枪。“听到枪声,它一定会被吓跑的。”父亲说。第二天早上,我和父亲骑着马,沿着古老的山崖仔细搜寻着野狗的踪迹。突然,我看到了它。那只野狗正紧紧贴在 In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the noise outside the house. I walked outside the door and saw my father holding a shotgun and standing on the steps. “What’s the matter, Dad?” I asked. “The wild dog, kid. It must have been the wild dog who had eaten our sheep.” The father looked away and said. The barking of Australian wild dogs is sharp and long on a silent night. The roar of this sound was passing from the edge of the cliff two miles away into our house. Father shot a few shots in the direction of the cliff. “When you hear the gunshot, it must be scared away.” Father said. The next morning, my father and I rode the horse and carefully searched for wild dogs along the ancient cliffs. Suddenly, I saw it. The wild dog is tightly clinging to