九月初的一个阳光灿烂的早晨,丈夫把我叫到我们在美国罗德岛农场的谷仓。我发现他抱着一个听子,正神情愉悦地向里边望着。他将那个听子递给我,好像里边装的是他刚刚在蒂芙尼珠宝店拿到的东西似的。蜷缩在听子底部的是一只小老鼠,比熊蜂大不了多少。它抬起头,用像光溜溜的种子般的眼睛看着我。理查德是在门阶上发现它的。他抱起那只小老鼠时,还以为它死了呢。他碰巧口袋里装有一颗糖果,就将它放 On a sunny morning in early September, my husband called me to our barn at Rhode Island Farm in the United States. I found him holding a listener, looking forward with pleasure. He handed me the note as if he had just got it from the Tiffany jewelry store. Curled up at the bottom of the note is a little mouse, much bigger than the bumblebee. It looked up and looked at me like a bare, seed-like eye. Richard found it on the steps. When he picked up the little mouse, he thought it dead. He happened to have a candy in his pocket and put it on