" But that's the house of the cat-hating Barkers, " Romeow protested.
“但是,这是猫恨巴的房子,”Romeow抗议。 “牌子上写着都欢迎,”Marky说。 “此外,我们正在伪。”
I looked at what made the sound, what was in front of me and what had helped me get where I was. He was a windblown blossom of some two hundred pounds with freckled teeth and the mellow voice of a circus barker.
我看着是什么发出了声音,是什么在我面前,是什么帮助我到达了现在的位置。他是一朵风吹过的花朵,体重约 200 磅,长着雀斑的牙齿,嗓音圆润,像马戏团的叫卖员。