Chapter 12 11.car

For three days in a row, everyone searched for Margot in the house, but they didn't even find a single feather of her. "I guess she's got a kind of yearning for spring," said George. "A normal bird wouldn't want to be indoors in this weather." "Perhaps she's gone to find her husband somewhere," guessed Mr. Little. "She has no husband!" Stuart cried bitterly. "You're talking nonsense." "How do you know?" George asked. "Because I asked her once," Stuart cried. "She told me she was a celibate bird."

Everyone kept asking Snowball, but he insisted that he knew nothing about Margo's disappearance. "It's obvious that that annoying prodigal woman flew away from the cage by herself, why are you trying to torture me? I really don't understand." Xueqiu said angrily. Stuart was heartbroken.He lost his appetite, refused to eat any food, and began to lose weight.Finally he decided to leave the house quietly and go out to find Margot. "I did this to find my luck," he thought. Before dawn the next day, he spread out his largest handkerchief, and put his toothbrush, money, soap, comb, pen, clean underwear, and pocket compass on it.

"I should bring something that reminds me of my mother," he thought.So he crawled into his mother's bedroom while she was still asleep.He climbed up to her dresser by the light cord and pulled a strand of Mrs. Little's hair from her comb.He put the hair with the other things in the handkerchief.Tie the handkerchief into a small bag and put it in a matchbox.Then he put his gray felt hat on his head in a handsome way, put the small handkerchief bag on his shoulder with air, and then tiptoed out of the house. "Good-bye, beautiful home," he whispered. "I don't know if I'll ever see you again."

Stuart stood for a while on the street in front of his house with mixed feelings.The world is so big that it is not easy to find a lost bird in it.To the north, to the south, to the east or to the west - which direction should he go?Stuart felt that this important decision should be made after listening to the opinions of others, so he went uptown to find his friend, the owner of the Wasp, Dentist Carey. The doctor was very happy to see Stuart.He took him straight to his office, where he was busy pulling a man's tooth.The man's name was Edward Clydedale, and he had some cotton balls stuffed around his cheeks, so that his mouth could be opened nicely.The tooth was very difficult to extract, so the doctor sat Stuart on the tray where he had the extraction tools, so he could talk to him while the tooth was being extracted.

"This is my friend, Stuart Little," he said to the man with the cotton ball in his mouth. "You...h...st...," the man replied as best he could. "Very well, thank you," Stuart replied. "Well, what's the matter, Stuart?" Dr. Carey asked, grabbing one of the man's teeth with pliers and tugging. "I ran away from home this morning," explained Stuart. "I'm going out into the world to try my luck. And to find a lost bird. Which direction do you think I should go first?" Dr. Carey pulled the tooth back and forth in a circle. "What color is that bird?" he asked.

"Brown," said Stuart. "Then you'd better go north," said Dr. Carey. "Don't you think so, Mr. Clydesdale?" "...go to the...garden...to find..." said Mr. Clydesdale. "He said to look in Central Park," Dr. Carey explained, and stuffed another large ball of cotton balls into Mr. Clydesdale's cheek. "That's a good idea. It seems that people with bad teeth can often come up with good ideas. Central Park in spring is a favorite place for birds." Mr. Clydedale nodded desperately, as if still something to say. "If...you...yuan...bird...new...de...kang...he..."

"What?" asked Stuart, who was amused by this extraordinary way of talking. "What did you say, Mr. Clydesdale?" "If... you... park... bird... new... special... kang... river..." "He said if you couldn't find the bird in Central Park, you could look for it at the Newport and Hartford train stations in New York or the Connecticut River," Dr. Carey said, taking the cotton balls from the Clydesdale. It came out of Mr. Le's mouth. "Please let me rinse my mouth!" he said. Mr. Clydesdale took a bottle of mouthwash by the chair and began to rinse his mouth.

"Tell me this, Stuart," said Dr. Carey, "how will you travel? On foot?" "Yes, sir," replied Stuart. "Oh, I think you'd better have a car. If I just pull this tooth out, I can do something for you. Open your mouth, Mr. Clydesdale." Dr. Carey pinched the tooth with his pliers again, but this time he used more force, took longer, and was more determined, so that the tooth was finally pulled out with a loud click, which made people feel uncomfortable. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Mr. Clydedale.The doctor then led Stuart into another room.He took a small toy car from the shelf, it was only about six inches long--the most beautiful car Stuart had ever seen.Its body is light yellow, the fenders are black, and it is a streamlined car with a very generous design. "I did it myself," Dr. Carey said. "When I'm not pulling people's teeth, I like to make model cars, sailboats and other models. This little car also has a real petrol engine in it. It's fast - do you think you can drive it , Stuart?"

"Of course," replied Stuart, checked the car seat, and honked the horn again. "Would it get anyone's attention, though? It's such a small car, everyone's going to be staring at it curiously." "If they find you, of course they will," Dr. Carey replied. "But no one can see you and your car." "Why not?" Stuart asked. "Because the car is just a model car. Not only is it silent, but it's also so small that it's invisible. So no one will notice it." "But I can," said Stuart. "Press that little button!" said the doctor, pointing to a button on the dial.Stuart pressed the button.The car immediately disappeared from sight.

"Now press it again," said the doctor. "I can't even see it, how can I press it?" Stuart asked. "Touch it by feel." So Stuart groped around until his hand touched a button.Feeling that it was the same as the one just now, Stuart pressed it down.He heard a slight grinding sound and felt something slip out of his hand. "Hey, watch out!" shouted Dr. Carey. "You pushed the start button. She's gone! She's gone! She's gone! She's gone in this house—and now we'll never find her again." He carried Stuart to a table before he gets hit by that car.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" cried Stuart, realizing what he had just done.Things are too bad right now.Neither Dr. Carey nor Stuart could see the car, but it was still ramming around the room.A crackling sound came first from the fireplace.The broom by the hearth was knocked over.Dr. Carey quickly jumped up and threw himself in the direction of the sound.Although he moved quickly, he missed it, and the clatter went to the wastebasket again.So the doctor pounced on the wastebasket again.pounce!Crash!pounce!Crash!The doctor rushed all over the room, but it was still in vain.It seems that even a dentist with excellent medical skills can hardly catch an invisible speeding modern model car. "Oh, oh," Stuart yelled anxiously, jumping up and down. "I'm so sorry, Dr. Carey, I'm so sorry!" "Get a butterfly net!" cried the doctor. "I can't," said Stuart. "I'm too young to hold it." "That's true," said Dr. Carey, "I forgot. My apologies, Stuart." "That little car will stop sooner or later," said Stuart, "because it's going to run out of gas." "That's right," said the doctor.So he sat down with Stuart and waited patiently until there was no more rattling in the room.Then the doctor started to crawl around carefully on all fours, stretching out his hands and pulling around, until finally he found the little car.It sat in the fireplace with its wheels sunk in the ashes.The doctor hit the right button, and the car was out of sight again, its front fenders wrinkled, its cooler leaking, its headlights shattered, its windshield smashed into pieces, The tires at the back of the car were punctured, and a lot of the yellow paint on the hood was scraped off. "It's horrible!" the doctor moaned. "Stuart, I hope this will teach you a lesson: Never push any buttons on this car again until you know exactly what you're doing!" "Yes, sir," replied Stuart tearfully.Every tear in his eyes was smaller than a small dewdrop.It was an unfortunate morning, and Stuart began to feel homesick.He believed he would never have the chance to see Margo again. Note ①: Connecticut (Connecticut) is a state in the northeastern United States. The capital is Hartford. There is a river in the state that flows into the south of Long Island, which is the boundary between Vermont and New Hampshire.