That was why the Bad Little Owl6 didn’t see him when he came flipping7 by. “What’s he doing out this time of day?” thought Nibble. Then he saw, for the little owl swooped8 down and staggered off with a furry9 yellow chick. Its poor head was dangling10, and it was such a load that he could scarcely lift it above the bushes, and he steered11 more crookedly12 than ever. As he passed a clump13 of burdock, out dashed Topknot, squawking and screeching14, and it was only by sheer luck that he escaped her beak15.
“That owl never killed them, did he?” asked Nibble when he came up with the hen.
“Not while I was with them,” she answered, ruffling16 up her feathers. “He wouldn’t dare. No. It was a furry thing with stripes. He’d reach in his paw and draw them out from under me—so gently at first I didn’t know what he was doing.”
Now that certainly did sound a lot like Tad Coon. “Did he have a black mask across his face?” Nibble wanted to know.
“It was so very dark I couldn’t see,” she clucked. “He had a bushy tail and no matter where I tried to attack him he kept his back turned.”
No wonder Watch the Dog had thought it was Tad. Even Nibble felt doubtful. He was a very sober rabbit when he hopped17 over to where Watch and Tommy Peele were examining the chicks.
“They’re not all here. The killer’s come back for them!” Tommy was just shouting excitedly. “We’ve been with him all the time, so it’s not the coon. What is it?” But Nibble knew that the little owl had taken them, and he certainly wasn’t the killer, either.
Watch sniffed18 very carefully. “It isn’t Tad’s smell,” he whined19, circling about. Suddenly he barked, bristling20. “But it certainly is his trail!” For there right beneath his nose was a hind3 footprint, something like a baby’s, and very much more like Tad Coon’s. “He won’t fool me again,” Watch raged. “I’ll fix him!”
“Wait a minute,” Nibble protested.
“That’s too small to be Tad. It might be another coon. No, no! It hasn’t a handy-paw. Look!” For the print of the forefoot was clawed and padded like Watch’s own, and not a bit like any coon’s.
Watch sat right down. This was too puzzling for him.
“We’ll find out yet,” Nibble encouraged him. “You look out up here—you might catch him, red-toothed, any minute. I’m going to see what the little owls21 know about him.”
But he didn’t tell why he was sure they knew.
Now if Nibble had gone straight to Doctor Muskrat22 and asked, “Who has a hind footprint like a little coon’s and a front one like a dog’s?” the wise old doctor would have told him in a moment.
But he didn’t. Because Tad was down at Doctor Muskrat’s Pond waiting for him, to know if Tommy Peele believed him. How could Nibble say, “Well, we’re pretty sure you told the truth, but we can’t find any one else to lay it to. The real killer must be too smart for us.” So he just crept into the Brushpile beneath the two little owls, asleep like two small knots on their limb.
They slept late, for they had feasted on those chicks that morning. It was almost dark before they stretched their wings and twiddled their stumpy tails. “Have you seen anything of Stripes?” asked the Lady Owl, polishing her beak on the rough bark, just the way you want to brush your teeth before breakfast. “Or are you going back for another chick?”
“No,” answered her mate. “I’d rather follow him.” And he flew over to the hollow in the fallen oak. “He’s gone!” he cried when he came back again. “He’s been gone a long time. His scent23’s quite cold.”
“That’s no sign,” she said cheerfully. “Stripes can leave less scent than any fur I ever knew, when he pleases—and make more when he isn’t pleased!”
Nibble almost squealed24. “Stripes is a skunk25! I’ve never seen him, but Watch has. What a joke on that dog!” What Nibble had learned surely would have burst out of him if she hadn’t added: “Never mind, we’ll find him fast enough.” And off they flew.
He’d have lost them in the dark, because they flew zig-zagging all about, if they hadn’t kept calling to each other all the while. “Where? Where?” they cried every other minute. Then “Here! Here!” shouted the little he owl “Under the bridge!” And, sure enough, Nibble could see a white thing moving around by the bridge across the brook28 that came out of the lower end of Doctor Muskrat’s Pond.
He could make out the queer blotchy29 streaks30 of white that Stripes was named from. The white tuft was probably the tip of his tail. Oh, yes, he could see that skunk all right enough—but he couldn’t see someone else who was hunting clams31 right beside Stripes. He could only hear.
“All right. Then I’ll be moving right along.” That was the fat, smily voice of Tad Coon. In the dark you couldn’t see his stripes at all. There was splashing.
“Ah! Wah! Yah! Gr-r-r-yah!” yelped34 the snarly voice. Then Nibble smelled the awfullest smell you ever imagined—the smell of Stripes when he isn’t pleased.
Nibble’s nose was twitching35 so fast he had to wipe it on the nice damp earth, just as the little owl wiped her beak on the rough bark of her perch36. But he stayed there, squeezed in between the stems of a leafy elder bush, trying to guess what had happened.
Pat-pat, came leisurely37 footsteps. “Uh-huh,” coughed a voice. Then someone snorted. Nibble’s ears flew up; he knew that sound. Tad Coon was trying to keep from laughing. Pat-pat, went his handy-paws, and then there was a splashing and a scrubbing. Nibble hopped down to the pond, and there was Tad squirming about in the damp sand.
“That you, Nibble?” Tad asked as he heard the soft lip-it, lip-it of Nibble’s furry feet. “Keep to windward. Keep to windward, if you don’t want to strangle, as I’m almost doing.” He was lying on his back and he stopped squirming while he spoke38. Nibble could see his limp paws fairly shaking with laughter.
“Whew, I should say so! What happened? Did you have a fight with Stripes?” Nibble asked curiously39 as he moved around Tad. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”
“Hurt!” snorted Tad. “Of course not. Stripes Skunk won’t fight. He doesn’t have to. He wouldn’t face any one anywhere near his own size—he just turns around so you can’t find anything but the tip of his tail to chew on. And that’s all shaggy, slippery hairs, so you couldn’t possibly get a grip on it, and if you did he knows he could make you let go. He has this scent,” Tad sniffed disgustedly, “and it’s worse than any bite he could give because it shows all your enemies where you are.”
“But Watch was trying to follow Stripes, because he’s the killer of those poor little chicks up at the barn, and he could hardly trail him at all.”
“Of course not,” Tad giggled40, “Stripes hates it himself. He’s so afraid of getting it on his own fur that he won’t use it unless someone’s foolish enough to plague him into it—like me,” he finished, sanding a new spot to get it clean. “But Watch can trail him now.”
“What did you do?” My, but Nibble was curious to know.
Tad looked half ashamed, the way he always does when his tricks come back on him. “Well, he just would turn his back on me—and he was so rude and there was a mussel, such a big one, with a big sharp shell—so all the time I was being so polite I was letting it close on the end of his tail. And he couldn’t make it let go when he wanted to. My, but wasn’t he scared!”
So that was Tad’s trick. It was certainly clever, but Nibble didn’t sleep very close to him that night.
点击收听单词发音
1 nibble | |
n.轻咬,啃;v.一点点地咬,慢慢啃,吹毛求疵 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 peeked | |
v.很快地看( peek的过去式和过去分词 );偷看;窥视;微露出 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 hind | |
adj.后面的,后部的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 snarling | |
v.(指狗)吠,嗥叫, (人)咆哮( snarl的现在分词 );咆哮着说,厉声地说 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 killer | |
n.杀人者,杀人犯,杀手,屠杀者 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 owl | |
n.猫头鹰,枭 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 flipping | |
讨厌之极的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 swooped | |
俯冲,猛冲( swoop的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 furry | |
adj.毛皮的;似毛皮的;毛皮制的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 dangling | |
悬吊着( dangle的现在分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 steered | |
v.驾驶( steer的过去式和过去分词 );操纵;控制;引导 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 crookedly | |
adv. 弯曲地,不诚实地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 clump | |
n.树丛,草丛;vi.用沉重的脚步行走 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 screeching | |
v.发出尖叫声( screech的现在分词 );发出粗而刺耳的声音;高叫 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 beak | |
n.鸟嘴,茶壶嘴,钩形鼻 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 ruffling | |
弄皱( ruffle的现在分词 ); 弄乱; 激怒; 扰乱 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 hopped | |
跳上[下]( hop的过去式和过去分词 ); 单足蹦跳; 齐足(或双足)跳行; 摘葎草花 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 sniffed | |
v.以鼻吸气,嗅,闻( sniff的过去式和过去分词 );抽鼻子(尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气);抱怨,不以为然地说 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 whined | |
v.哀号( whine的过去式和过去分词 );哀诉,诉怨 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 bristling | |
a.竖立的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 owls | |
n.猫头鹰( owl的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 muskrat | |
n.麝香鼠 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 scent | |
n.气味,香味,香水,线索,嗅觉;v.嗅,发觉 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 squealed | |
v.长声尖叫,用长而尖锐的声音说( squeal的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 skunk | |
n.臭鼬,黄鼠狼;v.使惨败,使得零分;烂醉如泥 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 chuckled | |
轻声地笑( chuckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 racing | |
n.竞赛,赛马;adj.竞赛用的,赛马用的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 brook | |
n.小河,溪;v.忍受,容让 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 blotchy | |
adj.有斑点的,有污渍的;斑污 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 streaks | |
n.(与周围有所不同的)条纹( streak的名词复数 );(通常指不好的)特征(倾向);(不断经历成功或失败的)一段时期v.快速移动( streak的第三人称单数 );使布满条纹 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 clams | |
n.蛤;蚌,蛤( clam的名词复数 )v.(在沙滩上)挖蛤( clam的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 horrid | |
adj.可怕的;令人惊恐的;恐怖的;极讨厌的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 snarly | |
adj.善于嚣叫的;脾气坏的;爱谩骂的;纠缠在一起的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 yelped | |
v.发出短而尖的叫声( yelp的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 twitching | |
n.颤搐 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 perch | |
n.栖木,高位,杆;v.栖息,就位,位于 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 leisurely | |
adj.悠闲的;从容的,慢慢的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 spoke | |
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 curiously | |
adv.有求知欲地;好问地;奇特地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 giggled | |
v.咯咯地笑( giggle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |