Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Toad Continues His Adventures

The mouth of the tree faced east, so that Toad woke up early in the morning; partly because the bright sun came in and fell on him, and partly because his toes were cold, which made him dream that he was lying there on a cold winter's night. On the bed in the handsome room with the Tudor windows, his pajamas had gotten up, murmured that it couldn't bear the cold any longer, and had run downstairs to the kitchen to warm itself; he ran after him barefoot, running After miles and miles of cold stone passages, I persuaded and begged it to be more sensible. He would probably have woken up much earlier if he hadn't slept on the dry grass on the stone floor for weeks, almost forgetting the comfortable smell of the thick blanket pulled up to his chin.

He sat up, wiped first his eyes, then his ten complaining toes, and turned his head to and fro for the familiar stone walls and small windows with iron bars, wondering for a moment what he was doing place; and then his heart skipped a beat, and he remembered everything—his escape, his escape, his pursuit; he remembered—and this was the most important and best of all—that he was free ! free!That word and the thought of it alone is worth 50 blankets.He felt warm at the thought of the happy world outside, eager for his triumphant return, ready to entertain and fawn, eager to help and keep him company, as it had been in the old days before his misfortune.He shook his body and grabbed the dry leaves from his hair with his fingers; when he finished dressing, he strode into the comfortable morning sun, cold but full of confidence, hungry but full of hope, all the nervousness of yesterday The dreadful feeling of being rested, slept, and basking in the bright and encouraging sunshine is gone forever.

On this summer morning, he had the whole world.The dewy woodlands were cold and silent as he waded; and the green fields beyond the trees were his only, and he was glad to be on the road, which itself was as lonely as a stray dog. In a hurry to find a partner. But what the toad was looking for was something that could talk and tell him plainly which way to go.A person with a light heart, a clear conscience, money in their pockets, and no one hunting you around to get you back in jail.But there is a way to go, it doesn't matter where you go, that's really great.But now the toad really mattered a lot, and every minute was extremely important to him, but Dalu was silent, unable to help him at all, he almost wanted to kick it.

This silent country road soon merged with its shy little brother Canal. Canal took the hand of the road and walked beside it calmly with full trust, but his tongue was tied and he didn't say a word to strangers. Say. "These two damned roads!" said Toad to himself. "But one thing is clear. They must both have come from somewhere, and are going somewhere. There is no way, Toad, my dear!" And he strode patiently along the river. At the corner of the canal, a lonely horse came step by step, with his head down, as if he had some heavy heart.Its collar was attached to a long rope, taut, but as it sank as it walked, the other end of the rope was dripping with water.Toad let the horse pass by, and stood there waiting to see what fate had in store for him.

A large wooden boat passed by, its blunt prow making a nice eddy in the still water, and the brightly painted boat flattened the towpath.There was only one stout woman in a sackcloth sunbonnet, with one strong arm resting on the tiller. "A beautiful morning, ma'am!" she said to Toad when she was parallel with him. "I dare say so, ma'am!" replied Toad politely, walking alongside her along the towpath. "It was a beautiful morning, I dare say, to a man who has less thoughts than I do. But my married daughter sent me a quick letter, asking me to come to her at once, so I came out, and did not Knowing what's happened or what's going to happen, fears the worst, and if you're a mother, ma'am, you'll understand. I've got to leave my business alone—you can see that I'm a laundryman, ma'am--I've got to leave my children behind, and there's nothing naughtier and more mischievous than me little rascals, ma'am; What will happen to my married daughter, oh, I dare not even think, ma'am!"

"Where does your married daughter live, ma'am?" asked the woman in the boat. "Lives near the river, ma'am," replied the Toad, "near a nice house called Toad Manor, and it's around somewhere. Perhaps you've heard of it?" "Toad Manor? Why, I'm going there myself," replied the woman on board. "A few miles further on, beyond Toad Manor, this canal joins a river; it's easy to go from there. Come and sail with me, and I'll take you along." She drew the boat close to the shore and moored, and the Toad thanked her modestly, stepped aboard lightly, and sat down contentedly.

"My toad's luck again!" he thought. "I always turn bad luck into good luck, and turn bad luck into good luck!" "As you say, you do the laundry, ma'am," said the woman in the boat politely as they drifted away. "If I don't speak too presumptuously, I dare say you're doing a very good job." "The best in the country," said Toad grandly. "All the gentlemen come to me--they don't give their money to anyone else, they know me too well. You know, I'm very good at my business, and I do everything myself. Washing, ironing, starching , and prepare nice shirts for the gentlemen to wear at night...all under my own eyes!"

"But you won't do everything yourself, ma'am?" the woman on board asked respectfully. "Oh, I've got some girls," said Toad lightly. "About twenty, working all the time. You know what kind of girls they are, ma'am! Naughty stupid girls, that's what I call them!" "That's what I call them," said the woman on board, agreeing with him. "But I dare say you've got these lazy girls in good hands! You're very fond of doing laundry, aren't you?" "I like it," said Toad, "I like it like crazy. Nothing makes me happier than putting my hands in the wash-tub! And I think it's so easy! No trouble at all! I assure you, it's True joy, madam!"

"How lucky to have met you!" said the woman on board thoughtfully. "What a great fortune for both of us!" "What do you mean by that?" Toad asked nervously. "Look at me," replied the woman on board. "I like to do laundry, too, just like you; but I have to do it whether I like it or not, and I do it wherever I go. And my husband, he's such a fellow, I don't I have no time to do my own thing. He should be here now, either at the helm, or tending the horse, though luckily the horse Horses have enough brains to fend for themselves. My husband left all these things behind and went off with a dog to see if they could pick up a rabbit somewhere for dinner. He said he Can catch up to me at the next lock. Naturally, anyway...

As long as he took the dog out, I didn't believe him. The dog was worse than him.But how can I wash my clothes right now? " "Oh, don't think about the laundry," said Toad, who really didn't like the subject, "and try to get all your thoughts on that rabbit. I'm sure it's a nice fat and tender rabbit. Any onions?" "I can't think of anything but my clothes," said the woman on board. "I wonder how you think of the rabbit with such joy. You'll find a great pile of my clothes in the corner of the cabin. If you Take out one or two things that are most in need of washing--I dare not say anything to a lady like you, who can tell at a glance which ones are most in need of washing--put them in the laundry trough on our way , you could not be more right than what you just said, and it will be a great pleasure to you, and a real service to me. You will find a washing trough at hand, and soap, and a kettle to simmer on the stove, There's a bucket to draw water from the river. Then I know you'll enjoy yourself and stop sitting here looking at the view and yawning."

"Well, you let me steer!" said Toad, who was terribly frightened this time. "Then you can wash your things as you like. I'll wash your things to ruin or not to your liking. I'm more used to washing men's clothes. That's my specialty." "Let you take the helm?" The woman on the boat laughed and replied. "It takes a bit of experience to steer a boat well. Besides, it's a tedious job, and I want you to be happy. No, you'll do the laundry you like, and I'll let me go on with the steering I know. Come on, don't you want to make me lose the joy of asking your guest to do laundry!" Toad had nowhere to go.He wanted to find a way to escape, but saw that he had to jump ashore, and the shore was too far away, so he sullenly resigned himself to fate. "Now that we're at this point," he thought despairingly, "I think any fool can do laundry!" He took a laundry trough, soap, and other supplies from the cabin, and picked out a few clothes at random.Trying to remember what he used to stumble across from the laundry room window, he did it. A long half hour passed, and every minute saw Toad growing more and more annoyed.Nothing he did with his clothes seemed to please them or do them any good.He tried coaxing them, he tried patting them, he tried hitting them hard.They smiled at him from the laundry trough, still the same, happy with their original sin.Once or twice he looked back nervously at the woman in the boat, but she just kept looking ahead, her head buried in her helm.His back ached badly, and he noticed with dismay that the skin on both of his paws, which Toad was always very proud of, were beginning to wrinkle.He whispered words that should never come out of the mouth of a washerwoman or a toad; and for the fiftieth time the soap fell and a burst of laughter made him straighten up and look back. The woman in the boat was leaning back and couldn't help laughing until the tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've been keeping an eye out for you," she gasped. "I saw the way you spoke just now and thought, You must be a liar. You are a wonderful washerwoman! I can bet you have never washed more than dishcloths in your life!" The toad had endured it. The anger that had been in his stomach for a long time broke out now, and he could no longer control himself at all. "You vulgar fat boatwoman!" he cried. "Don't you dare talk to your gentlemen like that! What a washerwoman! I want you to know I'm a toad, a great toad that everyone knows and respects! I may be in trouble at the moment, But I can't make a boatwoman laugh at me!" The woman moved closer to him, peered under his millinery sharply. "Haha, so you are such a thing!" she cried. "Hmph, I didn't expect that! A horrible, dirty, creepy toad! And in my nice, clean boat! I can't stand that." She let go of the tiller for a moment.A great speckled arm flew forward and took Toad by one of his forelegs, and another arm swooped down and took hold of Toad's hind leg.At this time, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down, the ship seemed to be flying gently across the sky, the wind was whistling in his ears, and the toad felt himself whirling and passing through the air. When he finally fell into the river with a loud splash, the water was cool enough for his taste, but not cold enough to dampen his pride.Or appease him.He crackled and struggled to get out of the water, wiped the duckweed from his eyes, and the fat woman on the boat who first saw him looked back at him from the stern of the backing wooden boat, laughing; he coughed and choked , vowed to avenge this. He beat the water and swam to the shore, but the long sarong hindered his movement greatly.When he finally touched the shore, he climbed up the steep bank with difficulty without help.He'd rest for a minute or two to catch his breath, then throw his wet dress over his arms and get out of his way to chase the boat as fast as his legs would let him go He ran as fast as he could, maddened with rage, yearning only for revenge. When he caught up and was parallel with the woman in the boat, the woman was still laughing. "Put yourself in the press and dry yourself, washerwoman," she called, "and iron your face too to get the creases out, and you'll be a first-class toad." !" Toad did not stop to answer.He wanted to get revenge, not a cheap, useless verbal victory, although he had a thing or two on his mind.He saw in front of him what he was looking for.He ran forward quickly, grabbed the horse, untied the harness, threw it away, jumped onto the horse's back lightly, and kicked it hard in both sides to make it gallop. He drove straight into the open field, left the dragging path, and ran along the rutted road.He looked back once, only to see that the boat had rushed to the other side of the canal, and the woman on board was gesturing desperately and shouting: "Stop, stop, stop!" "I've heard that old tune before," said Toad, laughing, and galloping his horse on as fast as he could. The boat-horse had no strength, and his trot soon turned into a canter, and his canter soon turned into a walk; but Toad was perfectly satisfied with that, for he knew he was walking after all, and The boat couldn't go.His anger had subsided, and he had finally done something he thought was really clever; he was content to walk slowly in the sun, the lonely lanes and the trails that were closed to traffic, and he just wanted to forget that he had He hadn't had a good meal for a long time, until the canal was far behind him. His horse carried him for miles, and when he felt drowsy in the hot sun, the horse stopped, bowed its head, and began to nibble the grass; fall down.He looked around, and saw that he was in a wide field, and as far as the eye could see, the whole field was covered with clumps of gorse and bramble.Near him was a dirty gypsy van with a man sitting on an upturned barrel smoking a cigarette and looking out at the wide world.A fire was lit on a woodpile nearby, and an iron pot was hung on the fire. Bubbles were bubbling in the pot, and there was a faint burst of attractive steam.And the aromas--warm, rich, and varied--that kink together to form a whole, appetizing aroma, just as the spirit of nature takes form and appears before its children, A true goddess, a mother who comforts and comforts her child.Toad realized now that he had never been really hungry before.All he had felt earlier in the day was a little discomfort.That's right, that's real hunger; and you have to deal with it quickly, or something will happen to you. He studied the gypsy carefully, wondering whether it would be easier to punch him or to trick him.And so he sat there, inhaling, looking at the gypsy; and the gypsy sat smoking, looking at him. The gypsy pulled the pipe out of his mouth at once, and said casually: "Do you sell your horse?" Toad was taken aback.He didn't know that gypsies like to buy and sell horses, and they never let go of the opportunity, and he didn't expect that the caravan was always going and they needed horses.Trading horses for things had never even occurred to him, but the gypsy's proposal seemed to pave the way for two things he craved--cash money and a good meal. "What?" he said. "Should I sell my handsome young horse? Oh, don't sell, don't talk about it. Who's going to take the weekly laundry to my customers? Besides, I like him so much, It loves me too much." "Try to like a donkey," the gypsy urged him. "There are people who like donkeys." "Looks like you don't know," went on Toad, "that this fine horse of mine is above all else. He's a thoroughbred, and he's a thoroughbred, partly; certainly not the part you see... ...was the other part. He won the Hackney Award back then...you didn't know him then, but if you know horses you can tell at a glance. No, you don't even have to think about what you're saying. But , such a beautiful young and strong horse, how much do you plan to pay me?" The gypsy looked at the horse carefully, and the toad with equal attention, and then he looked at the horse again. "A shilling a leg," he said curtly, turning his head away and going on smoking his cigarette, intending to take in the wide world. "A shilling a leg?" cried Toad. "If you agree, I must take some time to calculate and see how much it is." He dismounted, let him graze, and sat himself beside the gypsy, and counted on his fingers, and at last he said, "A shilling a leg? So exactly four shillings, not much. Oh, no, I don't want to sell for four shillings such a handsome young horse as I am." "Well," said the gypsy, "I'll tell you what I do. For five shillings, that's three or sixpence more than the animal is worth. That's all I have to say." Toad sat there thinking for a long time.This was because he was hungry, penniless, still a long way from home—he didn’t know how far—and the enemy might still be after him.Five shillings seems like a lot of money to a man in his position.On the other hand, it wasn't much money for a horse, but then again he hadn't spent a cent on the horse: so whatever he got was a net profit. At last he said emphatically: "Listen to me, gypsy! I say let's do it this way; and that's all I've said. Give me six shillings and sixpence, cash, plus the same, in that iron pot of yours. The savory stuff fills me up, just once, of course. Then I'll give you my fresh, strong young horse, with all his beautiful harness and trim. If you don't think so, you can Come on, I'm on my way. I know a guy around here. He's been thinking about me for years as a horse." The gypsy grunted horribly, that if he did a few more deals like this he would be broke.But at last he managed to produce a dirty canvas bag from the bottom of his trouser pocket, counted six shillings and sixpence in the palm of the toad, and then he got into the caravan for a while, carrying a big iron plate, a Bring out a knife, a fork, and a spoon.He turned the iron pot on its side, and a dazzling stew flowed onto the plate.It is really the most beautiful stew in the world, made of partridge, pheasant, chicken, hare, rabbit, peacock, guinea fowl, and one or two other meats. The toad put the plate on his knees, almost screaming with joy, stuffing it, stuffing it, pretending it, begging him for more, and the gypsy was not stingy.He felt that he had never eaten such a delicious breakfast in his life. When the Toad had eaten as much as he could, and was full, he stood up and said good-bye to the Gypsy, and said good-bye to the horse; and the Gypsy, who knew the riverside well, showed him the way, and the Toad set off again in high spirits. hit the road. He looked so different now from what he was an hour ago, a whole different toad.The sun was shining brightly, his wet clothes were soaked through, his pockets were rich again, he was nearer to home, friends, and safety, and, above all and best of all, he was well fed by a steaming, rich meal. Nutritious meal, I feel proud, powerful, carefree and full of confidence. As he walked so briskly along the way, his pride began to swell in him again, as he thought of his adventures and his escapes, of the dangers that were always found. "Heh, huh!" he said to himself with his head raised half the sky and striding forward. "What a clever toad I am! In terms of intelligence, there is absolutely no animal in the world that can compare with me! My enemies put me in a prison, surrounded by sentries, and the jailers watched day and night. With real skill and bravery, I swaggered my way through them all and got out. They chased me with a train, cops and pistols, and I snapped and twitched my fingers at them , laughed and disappeared. I was unfortunately thrown into the canal by a woman with a fat body and a bad heart. What happened? I swam ashore, grabbed her horse, rode away triumphantly, and took the A horse for a pocket full of money and a croaking breakfast! Ho, ho! I'm such a toad, such a handsome, famous, accomplished toad!" He was so arrogant that he walked all the way and made songs of self-proclaimed praise, and sang loudly, although no one listened to him except himself.This is perhaps the proudest song an animal has ever sung. There are many great heroes in the world, all recorded in the history books, but when it comes to fame, no one compares to me! There are so many talented people in Oxford University, they know everything and have great knowledge, no matter how great the knowledge is, it is not as good as half of me, a toad! The animals on the ark cried like a waterfall. Who cheered up and said, "There is land ahead"? I'm a toad who said that! The army walked down the street patter patter and saluted suddenly with a "crack". Is it against the King or Kitchener? No, to my toad! The queen and the ladies of the court sewed and embroidered under the window. "Look, who's that handsome fellow?" she exclaimed. They replied that I was a toad! According to the story in the Bible, a great flood broke out in the world, and only the people and animals on Noah's Ark escaped.Therefore, the West often uses the ark as a symbol of a place of refuge. There are many such words, but the pride is too terrible to write down.The above paragraphs are relatively polite. He walked and sang, and sang and walked, getting more and more proud every minute.But his pride was quickly and severely dispelled. After a few miles of country lanes, he came to the road.As soon as he was on the road, he looked along its white surface and saw a small dot moving towards him, and then the small dot became a middle dot, the middle dot became a big dot, and the big dot became a familiar thing; Just listen to it twice, it's so familiar and so pleasant. "That's wonderful!" said the excited Toad. "Back to real life, back to the big world I haven't seen for a long time! I'm gonna say hello to them, hello to my driving brothers; I'll hitch a ride, and then I'll talk to 'em; and with luck, I might end up in a car and go to Toad Manor! That's enough for a Badger!" Full of confidence, he stepped into the middle of the road to hail the car.The car came briskly all the way, and slowed down as it approached the path. At this moment, his face suddenly turned pale, his heart turned into water, and his lower legs trembled so that he couldn't stand up.How could he not, the hapless fellow, for it was none other than the one from which the chain of misfortune had begun, the one he had stolen in the yard of the Red Lion on that unlucky day!And the people in the car were none other than the group he saw when he was sitting in the coffee shop for lunch! He was reduced to a pitiful puddle in the middle of the road, and he muttered to himself in despair: "It's all over! There's no hope! Chains and police again! Prison again! Bread and water again! Oh!" Oh, what a fool I am! Why should I walk around the country swaggering, singing bragging songs, stopping cars on the highway in broad daylight, why don't I hide until night, and sneak home quietly by a back lane! Oh, bad luck the toad! O wretched thing!" The horrible car was slowly approaching, and at last he heard it stop not far from him. Two gentlemen got out of the car and walked around the wretched thing curled up and shivering in the middle of the road, and one of them said: "My God! It's so sad to watch! There's a poor old lady here . . . A washerwoman... she fainted in the middle of the road! Perhaps she has sunstroke, poor lady; perhaps she has not eaten today. Let us help her into the car and take her to the nearest village , where she will undoubtedly have friends." They gently helped Toad into the car, put a soft cushion on him, and drove on. Toad, hearing them speak in such kind and sympathetic tones, knew that he had not been recognized, and began to regain his courage, and opened first one eye carefully, and then the other. "Look!" said a gentleman. "She's getting better. The fresh air is doing her good. How do you feel now, ma'am?" "Thank you for your kindness, sir," said Toad feebly, "I feel much better!" "That's fine," said one gentleman. "Now sit still and above all don't talk." "I don't talk," said Toad, "I just think, if I could sit in the front seat, next to the driver, I'd have fresh air facing me, and I'd be well soon." "What a brains woman!" said one gentleman. "Of course you can sit in the front." So they carefully helped Toad sit in the seat next to the driver in front, and then they started on the road again. By this time the Toad had almost regained its former form.He sat up and looked around, trying to suppress the tremors and earlier longings that had returned to haunt him and dominate him. "It's fate!" he said to himself. "Why push it hard? Why struggle with desire?" And he turned to the driver beside him. "I'm sorry," he said, "I hope you'll be kind enough to let me try driving for a while. I've been watching you carefully, and driving seems so easy and fun, I wish I could tell my friends Men, say I drove a car once!" The driver laughed at this suggestion, so amused that one gentleman asked him what was the matter. When the gentleman heard this, he said something that pleased Toad greatly: "Very well, madam! I admire your spirit. Let her try it, and just keep an eye on her. Nothing will happen to her." Toad couldn't wait to climb into the seat the driver gave him, grabbed the steering wheel, pretended to be modest and listened to the driver's instructions, and started the car, but at first he drove slowly and carefully, because he was determined to be cautious. The two gentlemen behind them clapped their hands, and Toad heard them say, "How well she drives! I never thought a washerwoman could drive so well for the first time!" Toad went faster, and then faster, and faster. He heard two gentlemen call out to his attention: "Be careful, washerwoman!" The words disgusted him, and he began to faint. The driver tried to intervene, but he thrust him back into his seat with his arms and drove full throttle. The wind blowing against his face, the hum of the motor, and the gentle beating of the car beneath him intoxicated his weak-willed mind. "Hmph, washerwoman!" he yelled desperately, "ho! ho! I'm a toad, the toad who drives away cars, the toad who escapes from prison, the toad who always escapes death! Sit quietly, and you will know how to drive What should it look like, because you are now in the hands of a toad who is famous all over the world, has superb skills, and is fearless!" Everyone in the car screamed in fear and stood up, rushing towards him. "Catch him!" they shouted. "Catch Toad, catch this bad guy who stole our car! Tie him up with a rope, chain him up, and take him to the nearest police station! Take down this deadly dangerous toad!" God!They should have thought, they should have been more cautious, they should have remembered to stop the car before making such jokes. Toad turned the steering wheel half a turn, let the car rush through the bushes on the side of the road, jumped up so hard, bumped violently, and the wheels of the car spun around in a small muddy puddle. Toad found himself rushing straight up through the air in the beautiful arc of a swallow.He liked flying, and was just beginning to think about whether he could fly like this until he grew wings and turned into a toad bird, but he had already slapped, and his back landed on the soft, lush grass.He sat up and saw the car almost submerged in the mud; the two gentlemen and the driver, hindered by their long clothes, were struggling helplessly in the water. He sprang to his feet and ran as fast as he could across the fields, crawled through the undergrowth, jumped over the ditches, and plodded across the open fields until he was out of breath and so tired that he stopped running and walked slowly. .When he had recovered a little and was able to think quietly, his giggling turned into a laugh, and he laughed until he had to sit down under a bush. "Ah! ah!" he exclaimed, intoxicated with self-admiration. "Toad wins again! Toad comes first again, as usual! Who told them to let him get in the car? Who could get in the front for the fresh air? Who told them to let him try to drive? Who made them All in one muddy pond? Who flew away happily and unhurt through the sky, leaving the three narrow-minded, envious, cowardly travelers in the mud--they were Couldn't it be more suitable there? Needless to say, of course it's a toad, a smart toad, a great toad, a croaking toad!" Then he raised his voice and sang: car blah blah, Run down the road, Who drove it into the pond? It's clever Mr. Toad! "Oh, how smart I am! How smart, how smart, how incomparably smart..." Before he finished speaking, a very soft voice came from far behind, making him turn his head to look.Oh, terrible!Oh, bad luck!Alas, there is no escape! On the other side of the two fields, only the driver in high leather boots and two tall and big country policemen were seen, and they ran towards him desperately! Poor Toad sprang up, and made another desperate attempt to get away, with his heart jumping out of his mouth. "Oh, my God!" he said, out of breath, as he ran. "What an ass I am! What a proud and careless ass I am! Puffed up again! Braying and singing! Sitting still and bragging again! Oh, God! God! God!" He looked back and, to his dismay, saw that they were on the verge of overtaking him.He ran forward desperately, but he kept looking back and saw that they were still catching up. He tried his best, but he was fat and short-legged, and they still caught up.He could hear them not far behind him now.He no longer cared where he was going, ran blindly and desperately, couldn't help but look back at a few enemies who felt complacent at this moment, but at this time the ground under his feet suddenly disappeared, he caught a chance, and slapped One sound! He found himself stuck upside down in deep, fast-flowing water, and the water carried him away with such irresistible force; and he understood that he had run so blindly, right into the river! He rushed to the surface, trying to catch the reeds and rushes that were lying on the bank near the river, but the current was so strong that the reeds and rushes he held were carried away from his hands. "Oh, dear!" gasped poor Toad. "I'll never steal a car again! I'll never sing a proud song again!" Then he went down the river, out of breath, spitting all over him as he spoke.Presently he saw him come to a great black hole on the bank, just above his head, and as the current carried him by, he stretched out a paw, grabbed the edge of the hole, and hung there.Then he slowly and laboriously climbed out of the water until at last he could keep his arms against the edge of the hole.他在那里逗留了几分钟，呼噜呼噜直喘气，因为他已经精疲力竭了。 当他又叹气又吐气地往面前的黑洞里看时，一样很亮的小东西在洞底一闪一闪地向他挪近。等这亮东西到了面前，它四周渐渐露出一张脸，这是一张很面熟的脸！ 棕色的，小小的，翘着胡须。 很严肃，圆滚滚，长着灵活的耳朵、光滑的毛。 这就是河鼠！