6月的清晨,新西兰的一个小镇,12岁的少年米米和当警长的叔叔怀德去郊外山林里打野兔。夜里的一场大雪刚停,白雪覆盖的林间,梅花状的野兔脚印依稀可辨,米米和手拿猎枪的叔叔顺着那些“小梅花”一路寻了过去。正当怀德警长举起猎枪,瞄准一只刚从洞里跑出来的野兔时,米米两眼发直地大叫一声。怀德警长皱着 In the early morning of June, a small town in New Zealand, a 12-year-old boy, Mimi, and a sheriff’s uncle, White, went to the countryside to play hare. A heavy snow at night just stopped, the snow-covered forest, plum-shaped hare footprints faintly discernible, Mimi and his shotgun uncle along those “Little Plum” all the way in the past. As Captain Wright raised his shotgun and aimed at a hare that had just run out of the hole, Mimi shouted in a straightforward voice. Captain Wade wrinkled