阿格巴来到闪的马房时,很怕打开门往里头看,也很怕那小马已经死了,那么马房里就会有马儿死了的那种寂寞、空洞的感觉。他溜进马房,把门关上。这会儿他瞧了一眼,小马还在!它侧身躺着,呼吸好轻微,有那么一两秒钟,小男孩实在不确定它有没有呼吸。然后他走近一步,这才笑自己胆小。小马还活着,可是,它多么瘦弱啊!它的两侧几乎跟阿奇先生的祷告毯一样平呢。阿格巴从背心里掏出那只羊皮袋子,这么紧紧贴着他的身体,是为了保持骆驼奶的温 Agbar came to the twilight barn, afraid to open the door to look inside, but also afraid of the pony is dead, then the stallion there will be horses that kind of lonely, empty feeling. He slipped into the barn and closed the door. While he glanced at it, the pony was still there! It lay sideways, breathing so gently for a second or two that the little boy was not sure if it had breathed. Then he stepped closer, before laughing at himself timid. The pony is still alive, but how thin it is! On either side of it is almost as flat as Mr. Archie’s prayer blanket. Agbar took out his sheepskin bag from his vest, so close to his body, in order to keep the temperature of camel milk