Chapter 7 little girl with a bear

Mama went shopping in town and told Nora to keep an eye on Jane Gladys.Nora agreed. But this afternoon it was Nora's time to polish the silver, so she stayed in the pantry, leaving Jane Gladys in the upstairs bedroom to play alone. The little girl didn't mind being alone as she was finishing her first embroidery work.It was an embroidered sofa pillow.She was going to give it to Dad as a birthday present.She climbed into the big window, leaned on the wide window sill, and embroidered with concentration. The door opened quickly and closed quietly again.Jane Gladys thought it was Nora who had entered, and paid no attention.She embroidered two more stitches on the forget-me-not flower before raising her eyelids.She was surprised to find a strange figure standing in the middle of the room, watching her attentively.

He was a short, fat man who seemed to have just run up from downstairs, panting heavily.In one hand he held a battered silk hat, and under the other arm a large book was tucked.He was dressed in shabby black clothes and he was bald. "Excuse me," he asked, seeing the little girl's surprise, "are you Jane Gladys Brown?" "Yes, sir," she replied. "That's great, that's great!" he said with a strange smile, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and I finally found you." "How did you get in here?" Jane Gladys asked the visitor suspiciously.

"It's a secret." He replied mysteriously. The little girl became alert.They looked at each other very seriously, and a little anxiously. "What do you want?" she asked, rising solemnly. "Oh, now let's get down to business," said the man meanly. "I tell you the truth, first of all, your father abused me in the most despicable ways." Jane Gladys jumped down from the ledge, pointed to the door with her little finger, and said: "Please leave this room at once!" she shouted.Her voice trembled with anger. "My dad is the best man in the world, he never abused anyone!"

"Let me explain," said the visitor, ignoring her anger. "Your father may have been very loving to you because you were his daughter. But when he was working in his office in the city, he A very hard man, especially with booksellers. I called on him the other day and tried to get him to buy The Complete Works of Peter Smith, and guess what he did to me?" The little girl was speechless for a moment. "Oh," he went on agitatedly, "he ordered me out of his office and had the doorman throw me out of that building! Do you think a man who is so abusive is the best dad you can be?"

"I trust him," said Jane Gladys. "Oh, is it? Well," said he, "I resolve to avenge my insult. As your father is a tall, strong, and dangerous man, I resolve to avenge his youngest daughter." .” Jane Gladys trembled. "What on earth do you want?" she asked. "I want to give you this book," he said, taking the book from under his arm, and sitting down in a chair, laying his hat on the rug, he took a fountain pen from his underwear pocket. "I want to write your name in this book," he said. "How do you spell your name?"

"G-L-a-d-y-s," she spelled. "Thank you," he said, giving her the book with a bow, "for your father mistreated me, and this is my revenge. He may regret not having bought The Complete Works of Peter Smith. Good-bye, my dear." .” He went to the door, bowed again to the little girl, and left the room.Jane Gladys saw her visitor laughing with great pleasure. When the door closed behind the strange little man, the little girl sat down on the windowsill again and glanced at the book in her hand.The cover of the book is red and yellow, and on it is written in large letters: "Stranger things."

She opened the book curiously and saw her name written on the first page. "He's such a funny little guy," she said to herself thoughtfully. She turned to the second page.Above is a portrait of a clown.Dressed in brightly colored clothes, he has a white face with a red triangle on each cheek and above each eye.She looked at the clown, the book trembled in her hands, and the page cracked open.Suddenly the clown jumped out of the paper and stood beside her.He immediately became as big as a normal clown. He stretched, yawned very impolitely, and said with a smirk: "That's much better. You don't know how bound I am to stand on this page for so long."

Perhaps, you can imagine how Jane Gladys stared in amazement at the clown who had just jumped out of the book. "You didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, did you?" He glanced at the little girl with the peculiar look of a clown, then turned around and looked at the room.Although the little girl was very surprised, she still laughed. "What makes you so happy?" asked the Clown. "Your back is all white!" cried the little girl. "From the front, you are a clown." "Maybe." He replied in an annoyed tone. "The artist only painted my front, he couldn't paint my back, because my back is leaning against the book."

"But that makes you ridiculous!" said Jane Gladys, laughing until she burst into tears. The clown was a little angry, so he sat on a chair, not wanting the little girl to see his backside. "I'm not the only one in this book." He said angrily. The little girl then turned to another page.Before she could see the monkey in the book, it jumped out of the crumpled paper and landed on the windowsill, sitting beside her. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" cried the monkey, jumping onto the little girl's shoulders and onto the table in the middle of the room. "It was so fun! Now I'm a real monkey, no more There's a picture!"

"Real monkeys can't talk," reproached Jane Gladys. "How do you know? Have you ever been a monkey?" asked the monkey, and laughed out loud.The clown also laughed, as if he appreciated the sentence. The little girl became even more flustered at this time, and she inadvertently turned another page.Before I had time to look at it, a donkey jumped out of the book, and it jumped crookedly from the window sill to the floor, making the floor thump loudly. "What a fool you are!" said the little girl, angrily, because the donkey nearly knocked her down. "Stupid enough," replied the donkey angrily, "if that stupid artist had painted you like me, you would be so stupid too."

"What's wrong with you?" asked the little girl. "My left foreleg and hind leg are 6 inches short. That's why I can't walk. If the artist didn't know how to paint, why did he paint a donkey?" "I don't know," replied the child. "I can't stand," grumbled the Donkey, "the smallest thing knocks me down." "It's all right," said the monkey, jumping onto the chandelier and swinging on it with its tail.Jane Gladys was really worried that it would knock the light bulb to the ground, "This artist painted my ears as big as clown ears. Everyone knows that monkey ears are not worth mentioning, and more Needless to say go and paint it." "He should be charged," said the Clown gloomily, "I don't even have a back." simple.Gladys glanced at each one in turn, a look of bewilderment on her sweet face, and she turned the page again. A tawny, spotted leopard leaped like lightning over her shoulder, landed on the back of a large leather armchair, and swooped ferociously at the other animals. The monkey climbed to the top of the chandelier and screamed in fright. The donkey tried to escape, but suddenly fell to the left. The Joker, pale with terror, sat motionless in his chair, and whistled in surprise. Quan Qianbao was lying on the chair, wagging his tail back and forth, staring at them, including the little girl, of course. "Who do you want to attack first?" the donkey asked, struggling to stand up. "I can attack no one," growled the leopard, "the artist has drawn my mouth shut, I have not a single tooth, and he forgot to draw my paws. I am a terrible animal, Isn't it?" "Oh, yes," said the Clown nonchalantly, "I do see you as frightening, but if you had no teeth and claws, you would be nothing to be afraid of." This sentence angered the leopard, and it roared terribly. The monkey looked at it and couldn't help laughing. At this moment, the book slipped from the little girl's lap, and she tried to catch it, when the last page of the book suddenly opened.A scary, gray bear is watching her from the pages.She threw the book away immediately.The book landed in the middle of the room with a smack, and beside it stood a big grizzly bear.Apparently it broke free before the book was closed. "Now," cried the leopard, leaning on the back of the chair, "beware, all of you! You must not laugh at him like you laughed at me. This bear has not only claws, but also teeth." "Indeed," growled the bear lowly, "and I know how to make use of them. If you've read the book, you'll know that I'm described as a horrible, cruel beast in this book." , grim grizzly bear. I ate little girls exclusively, with shoes, dresses, and ribbons. Then, as the author writes, I smacked my lips and glorified my own wickedness." "That's terrible!" said the donkey, sitting up and shaking his head sadly. "Why did the author say you only eat little girls? Do you eat animals too?" "I only eat little girls, because the author didn't ask me to eat other animals." Xiong replied. "Very well," said the Clown, with a long sigh of relief, "you can do as you wish and eat Jane Gladys right away, and she laughed at me for having no back." "Besides, she laughed at my uneven legs." The donkey echoed. "You too should be eaten," roared the leopard sitting on the back of the chair, "because you all made fun of me for not having claws and teeth! Don't you think, Herr Gritzli, that after eating the little girl, you can eat this clown, this donkey, and this monkey? " "Maybe, I can still eat your leopard," the bear growled, "it depends on whether I am hungry or not. But the first one I eat must be this little girl. Because the author said that I am the last Love to eat little girls." Jane Gladys was frightened to death at this speech.She finally understood the intention of the man who came to her just now. He said that he gave her this book for revenge.When her father came home to find his little girl eaten by a grizzly bear down to shoes, dress, and ribbons, he would no doubt regret not buying The Complete Works of Peter Smith. The bear stood up, balanced on its hind legs, and said: "That's how I look in the book, you watch how I eat this little girl." It walked slowly towards Jane Gladys, and monkeys, leopards, donkeys, and clowns stood around, watching every move of the bear with great interest. However, before the grizzly bear could reach the little girl, she suddenly cried out in a twitch: "Stop! You can't eat me, it's ridiculous." "Why?" asked Grizzly in surprise. "Because I own you and you are my private property," she replied. "I really don't know how you figured it out." Grizzly said with a disappointed tone. "Because this book was given to me, and my name is written on the first page of the book. To be fair, you belong to this book, so you dare not eat your master." Grizzly hesitated and asked: "Which of you can read?" "I know." The clown replied. "Then please see if she is telling the truth. Is her name really in this book?" The clown picked up the book and looked at the name on it. "Indeed," he said, "'Jane Gladys Brown,' and very neatly written." Grizzly sighed: "Of course I can't eat her, then," it said confidently. "Now, that writer must be disappointed, like most writers are." "But he's not as bad as the artist," cried the donkey, who kept trying to stand up, but could do nothing. "It's your fault," said Jane Gladys sternly, "why don't you stay in the books?" These animals stared blankly at each other, and the clown's white face turned red. "Really." Grizzly was about to say something, but stopped immediately. The door bell rang. "It's Mama's back!" cried Jane Gladys cheerfully. "She's back at last, you fools." However, they didn't bother to listen to her words, they scrambled to get into the book.The pages rattled and rattled, and the book lay on the floor like any other book.And these strange companions of Jane Gladys disappeared in an instant. ① Mr. Grizzly: Means Mr. Grizzly——Translator