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发表于 2005-12-17 21:42:41
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Chapter Three
The little boy felt his left foot hit by something and it hurt, though not too much. He stooped down to feel the thing that had just hit him. Well, soon, he touched something, quite smooth, round and long. It’s like a bottle. He picked it up and the clouds in the sky started to scatter and he could faintly see what he was holding. It’s a bottle, but a little different from those he had ever seen.
“Little boy, take me with you.” All of a sudden, he heard a girl’s voice from nowhere. He looked around, but failed to see any one speaking to him.
“It’s me. I’m talking to you! Don’t be afraid. I’m a princess.” Said the voice again, and the boy finally realized that the voice came from the bottle.
“Put me into your bag and take me to your home, my dear little friend! Don’t let any body see me. Hurry!” urged the voice and the little boy said no more but did as what he was asked to, heart filled with wild joy. It’s too much like a dream! He kicked a stone by the road and it hurt, so he was sure it’s not a dream, witch facilitated the rate of his joyful heart. He began to run and the day was bright again.
“Well. Little boy. It’s quite all right now. Slow down. It makes me a little uncomfortable in this bottle, so just walk.” Said that voice, so the little boy slowed down, out of breath, cheeks red.
“Well. What a world! Quite different from mine.” Said the voice, “It’s not so bad to be sent here.” The voice had a pause and then it went on, “well, my dear little friend, do you live far from here?” the voice stopped, waiting for the little boy’s answer, but he didn’t seem ready to give a reply. “You don’t talk much, do you?” failing to get a reply, the voice said itself again, “You are shy, aren’t you? Well, what a lovely boy! Thank you for taking me with you. I’m afraid I have to stay here for quite a long time, with you! Will you be happy?”
“Yes.” the little boy finally smiled and said, joyfully.
“You finally opened your mouth! Ok. You will change!”
The little boy arrived, but he hesitated. He was already late because of the clouds.
“Well, are we going to stand here forever?” asked the voice.
“I’m late. Mom will scold me. My teacher must have called her. I will be punished again.” He said, unwilling to ring the bell.
“So?” asked the voice, amusingly, but the little boy didn’t say anything.
“You are afraid of her, aren’t you?” the voice asked and the boy nodded, quite upset.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll help you. Don’t be afraid of anything. Come on. Be a brave boy!” the voice encouraged the boy and after a moment of hesitation, he rang the bell and the gate was opened. He entered and went upstairs, lips shaking.
“You are shaking, aren’t you? Oh, my poor little friend! How can you be so afraid of your own mother? Is she a monster? No! So just come on.”
The little boy stopped on the fourth floor and the door was opened already and his mother, standing akimbo by the door, gazing at him.
“Ten minutes late!” said the mother, pointing to the wall clock.
“Well, now I can understand why you are so afraid of her.” The boy covered his bag unconsciousness with his hands when he heard the voice. Well, he never expected that. But it’s too late. The voice astonished the mother and his movement alerted her.
“What’s in your bag?” she asked, eyes wide open and held out her right hand to take his bag. The son, without knowing it, caught the bag tightly.
“Give it to me!” the mother ordered, eyes fixed on his. Staring at her eyes, the son finally loosed his hand and the mother pulled it into her hand, hard. She unzipped the bag, while her son watching her, trembling.
“What’s this? Where did you get it?” she took out the bottle, gazing at him, asked. But the son was quiet, eyes swimming in tears.
“Has the cat got you tongue? Answer me!” the mother almost shouted. But the little boy just stood there, head down.
“Don’t scare him. He is your own son after all.” The voice in the bottle at last said something again and the mother, this time, in great horror, threw the bottle onto the ground but it didn’t beak. For a moment, she just stared at it like a frightened mouse and then she rushed into her own room and came out with an iron bar in her hand. Seeing that, the little boy jumped to the bottle and covered it with his little body, looking at his mother, tears pouring out!
“Please. Please.” He begged in his heart.
“Go away.” But the mother yelled and caught her son’s back, while the little boy held the bottle in his arms. The mother, seeing this, caught the bottle with her right hand, pulling hard but the boy just held it, determined not to let it go.
“Give it to me!” Shouted the mother again, after failing to pull it out.
“No.” said the boy in his heart and shook his head.
“Ok. Just loose your hands.” But the voice in the bottle said, “Don’t worry about me, my dear little boy.”
The boy hesitated, but the bottle just got out of his arms itself. The mother pulled it so hard that she almost fell on her back, which raged her so much that she threw the bottle onto the ground with all her efforts and then held up high the iron bar and------noises of glass breaking, white smog spread quickly in the room and soon it filled the whole room, in which, a beautiful girl of about twenty appeared, in silk white gown, golden hair, smiling beautifully. The little boy looked at her, in great astonishment, eyes wide open, mouth in she shape of an O.
“Hello, my dear little friend.” Said the girl to our little hero, who smiled from the bottom of his heart, tears on cheeks.
“Thank you!” The girl then walked to the mother and said, and greeted but obviously she was not welcome, for the mother held up high the iron bar once again and wanted to hit her hard on the head.
“Oh. What a woman! That’s quite rude!” the girl exclaimed, and held out her hand, well, the mother said nothing more, but fell onto the floor, eyes rolling in her head! |
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