刺猬女孩艾蜜典范翻译
8_01_刺猬女孩艾蜜 Amy the hedgehog girl-sy-典范英语
Chapter 2:Hedgehog talk
What do they eat?
（snails , slugs , pests.）
What else do you know about hedgehogs?
• • They usually come out at night . They always sleep in winter.）
1.Amy叫道 2.Amy 抱怨道 3.差点丢了魂 4.Mr. peck嚷道 5.从书架抽出一 本书 6.用鼻子指 7.倒带
1.Amy Cried 2.Amy groaned 3.Nearly out of her socks 4.Mr.Peck bawled 5.Pulled a book from the shelves 6.Point with his nose 7.Rewind(rewound) the tape
4. That is the only way to deal with animals.14
5.I am going to try one more time.
6. Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again. 7. Mr. Peck was too shocked to answer.18
1. Amy listened to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo over and over again. And she repeated the sounds herself. 2. Amy made the hedgehog noises as loudly as she could every day for a week. 3. Because he thought an animal went into Amy's house and made noises every night. 4. Amy was very kind and gentle to it. She went down on her knees to make hedgehogs noises. She and the hedgehogs snorted and squeaked at each other.
典范英语刺猬女孩艾蜜
Amy the Hedgehogs GirlMiserable Mr PeckHer mum was in the kitchen when Amy rushed in.‘How was school?’ asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘OK.’‘It was great,’cried Amy. ‘A lady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.’‘A what?’ said Mrs Harris.‘A hedgehog expert. Someone who knows all about hedgehogs.’‘That’s good,’said Mrs Harris. ‘You’ll need to go the library and see if you can find some books.’‘Oh dear,’Amy groaned. ‘I’ll have to see Mr Peck.’Mr Peck was t he children’s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived next door to Amy.The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying to find a book on hedgehogs.‘What are you doing?’ snapped a voice be hind her.Amy nearly jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck.‘I was looking for a book about animals.’‘Animals, indeed,’ sniffed Mr Peck. ‘What sort of animals? Tame animals? Wild animals? Animals from Africa? India? Britain?’‘Hedgehogs,’ said Amy.‘Hedgehogs!’ bawled Mr Peck. ‘The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them.’He pulled a book from the shelves.‘If you must study the horrid things,this is the best I can do.’‘Thank you, said Amy politely.‘Make sure you bring it back on time. And don’t you dare bring hedgehogs into your garden. Your garden is next to mine, do n’t forget. If I see a hedgehog near my carrots, do you know what I am going to do?’‘No,’ said Amy.‘I’m going to squirt it with my spray gun.’At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and snails. The book didn’t say anything about vegetables.The next day she took the book back to the library.‘What’s this?’ said Mr Peck. ‘This book is not due back for another twenty days.’‘But I’ve read it,’ said Amy. ‘Have you got any more books about hedgehogs?’‘Over there,’ snapped Mr Peck, pointing with his nose.Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about animals? She was just about to risk asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called‘Calls of the Wild’. It looked as if nobody had ever played it.Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape number 12 and it was called Hedgehogs.Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.‘Of course you can,’ he said rudely. ‘Though anybody who wants to listen to horrid animal noises must be mad.’He stamped the cassette box.‘And don’t forget to rewind the tape.’Hedgehog talkAmy sat in her room listening to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo, over and over again. Amy repeated the sounds herself.‘I’m talking hedgehog,’ thought Amy. ‘I wish I knew what I was saying. I really need a hedgehog to help me. I’m sure there’s one in t he garden. If I make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me.’Amy ran down into the garden and made hedgehog noises as loudly as she could.She stopped and listened, but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. But only a cat came into the garden.‘I’m going to keep trying,’said Amy. ‘I’m sure I can do it.’ At last she got cold and she went indoors.The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.‘What are you doing out there?’ asked Mrs Harris.‘Wait and see,’ said Amy.Just then the door bell rang. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dressing gown. Amy noticed that his hair was wet.‘Mrs Harris,’ said Mr Peck. ‘Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garden.’Amy giggled behind her hand.‘Noise?’ said Mrs Harris.‘Some sort of animal,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I’d put poison down if I were you. That is the only way to deal with animals.’As soon as Mr Peck had gone, Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘Mr Peck thought I was an animal,’ she said to herself. ‘I’m going to try one more time.’Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again.Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.Suddenly a torch beam shone in their eyes.‘What’s going on?’ said a voice. It was Mr Peck, still in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.‘I’m chatting to a hedgehog,’ said Amy.‘You cheeky young thing. Talking to hedgehogs indeed.’‘Excuse me—’ began Amy.‘And what’s more,’Mr Peck cut in, ‘hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up all the vegetables in my garden.’‘Rubbish!’ said Amy crossly. ‘Hedgehogs are not dirty. And they don’t eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now, if you? don’t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog.’Mr Peck was too shocked to answer. His mouth dropped open as Amy snorted gently to the hedgehog. Slowly it unrolled.A sly look crept across Mr Peck’s face.‘How often have you been doing this,my dear?’ he asked.‘Never before,’ said Amy. ‘But from now on, I’ll be every night.’‘Hm,’ said Mr Peck. ‘You’re going to be here every night, you say.’The amazing hedgehog girlWhen Amy came home from school the next day, Mr Peck was in his front drive. He was fixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he threw his coat over it.Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was getting dark when they stepped into the garden to see her hedgehog friend.Amy went down on her knees and began to snort. This time two hedgehogs came up to her.‘What are you talking about?’ whispered Mrs Harris.‘Slugs.’There was a sound from next door. Amy shone her torch towards the fence. There were people staring into her garden. They all had their mouths open.One person stood out. It was Mr Peck.‘I’ve asked a few friends over,’ he said smoothly. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her.‘You may wat c h. But please don’t talk or make a noise. And no photos.’The people nodded.Amy went down on her knees and snorted once more.This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy managed to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wanted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people behind the fence began to clap and cheer. Of course they wanted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had been talking about.‘They told me about their young. Then they to ld me why they curl up into a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh, and they told me where they are going to sleep for the winter.’Mrs Harris hugged Amy.‘You were fantastic,’ she said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a nice hot drink.’‘Yes. In you go,’ said Mr Peck cheerily. ‘I’m sure you must be very tired.’There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd noise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.‘It was worth a pound of anybody’s money,’ she heard someone say.‘Ssh,’ said Mr Peck.Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had been fixing to his front gate. Why had Mr Peck tried to hide it? Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letters it said: ‘What a nerve,’ said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face. ‘I know how to fix you, Mr Peck.’She raced round to Mr Peck’s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said,’ Ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must tell you. All the money you have given tonight is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgehogs.’Everyone clapped and nodded their heads. Everyone except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a strange spluttering noise.‘Not only that,’ went on Amy, ‘but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give tonight, he will give another pound of his own money.Everyone clapped again and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he managed a smile.Before he could say anything, Amy said,’ And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them.’She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the box over to Amy.Then, an even gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two ten pound notes. ‘A big hand for Mr Peck,’ said Amy.This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrol Mr Peck’s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots at the local show.That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.‘It’s all thanks to those hedgehogs,’ he said. ‘I wish I had known before how useful they are. I’ve bought them a present.’ He handed her one tin of dog food.‘I’ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read that the y adore dog food,’ he explained.A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tucking in. Amy knelt down beside them.‘What are they saying?’ asked Mr Peck.‘Well,’ said Amy. ‘Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouths full. But I think they are saying thanks for the dog food.’‘I should think so too,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I paid a lot of money for that tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full? It is so rude.’‘I’ll try,’ said Amy.She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.It seemed to her that they smiled back.。
典范英语8-1刺猬女孩艾蜜
Amy the Hedgehogs GirlMiserable Mr Peck |Her mum was in the kitche n whe n Amy rushed in.‘ How was school? ' asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘ OK.'‘ Itwas great, cried Amy. ‘ Alady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.'‘ A what? ' said Mrs Harris.‘ A hedgehog expert. Some one who knows all about hedgehogs. '‘ That ' s goodjd Mrs Harris. ‘ You' ll need to go the library and see if you can find some books.'‘ Oldear, Amy groa ned. 'I' ll have to see Mr Peck. 'Mr Peck was t he children ' s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived n ext door to Amy.The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying tofind a book on hedgehogs.'What are you doing? ' snapped a hoteibeAmy n early jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck.'I was looking for a book about animals. ''Animals, indeed, ' sniffed Mr Peck. ' What sort of animals? Tame animals? Wild animals?Ani mals from Africa? In dia? Britai n? ''Hedgehogssaid Amy.'Hedgehogs! ' bawled Mr Peck. ' The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them. 'He pulled a book from the shelves.'If you must study the horrid things,this is the best I can do. ''Thank you, said Amy politely.'Makesure you bring it back on time. And don' you dare bring hedgehogs into your garde n. Your garde n is n ext to mine, do n' t forget. If I see a hedgehog near my carrots, do you know what I am going to do? ' 'No,s'id Amy.'I ' m going to squirt it with my spray gun. 'At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and sn ails.The book didn ' t say anything about vegetables.The next day she took the book back to the library.‘ What' s this? ' said Mr Peck. ‘ This book is not due back for another twenty days.‘ But I ' ve read it, ' said Amy. ‘ Have you got any more books about hedgehogs?‘ Over there,snapped Mr Peck, pointing with his nose.Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about ani mals? She was just about to risk asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called‘ Calls of the Wild ' . It looked as if nobody had ever played it.Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape nu mber 12 and it was called Hedgehogs.Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.‘ Olbourse you can, 'he said rudely. ‘ Thoughanybody who wants to listen to horridani mal no ises must be mad. 'He stamped the cassette box.‘ And don ' t forget to rewind the tape. 'Hedgehog talkAmy sat in her room liste ning to the sounds of hedgehogs on her pers onal stereo, over and over aga in. Amy repeated the sounds herself.‘ I ' m talk ing hedgehog, ' thought Amy. 'I wish I knew what I was say in g. I really n eed a hedgehog to help me. I ' m sure there he gardenjriftI make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me. ' Amy ran dow n into the garde n and made hedgehog no ises as loudly as she could.She stopped and listened, but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. But only a cat came into the garde n.'I ' m going to keep tryingsaid Amy.' ' I ' m surnedo it. ' At last she got cold and shewent in doors.The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.'What are you doing out there? asked MrsHarris.'Wait and see, ' said Amy.Just the n the door bell ran g. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dress ing gow n.Amy no ticed that his hair was wet.'Mrs Harris, ' said Mr Peck. ' Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garde n. 'Amy giggled beh ind her hand.'Noise? ' said Mrs Harris.‘ Some sort of ani mal, ' said Mr Peck. 'I' d put pois on dovTrtniatliswer e goly. way to deal with ani mals. 'As soon as Mr Peck had gone, Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘ Mr Peck thought I was an animal, ' she said to herself. ' I ' m going to try one more time. 'Amy went dow n on her kn ees and bega n to make her hedgehog sounds aga in.Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.Sudde nly a torch beam sho ne in their eyes.'What' s going on? ' said a voice. It was Mr Peck, still in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.'I ' m chatting to a hedgehog, ' said Amy.'You cheeky young thing. Talk ing to hedgehogs in deed. ''Excuse me —egan Amy.'And what ' s morAr Peck cut in, ‘ hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up allthe vegetables in my garde n. ''Rubbish!sdid Amy crossly. ' Hedgehogare not dirty. And they don ' eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now, if you don ' t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog. ' Mr Peck was too shocked to an swer. His mouth dropped ope n as Amy sn orted gen tly to the hedgehog. Slowly it un rolled.A sly look crept across Mr Peck ' s face.'How often have you been doing this,my dear? ' he asked.'Never before, ' said Amy. ' But from now on, I ' ll be every night. ''Hm,' said Mr Peck. ' You' re going to be here every night, you say. 'The amazing hedgehog girlWhen Amy came home from school the n ext day, Mr Peck was in his front drive. He wasfixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he threw his coat over it.Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was gett ing dark whe n they stepped into the garde n to see her hedgehog friend.Amy went dow n on her kn ees and bega n to sn ort. This time two hedgehogs came up to her.'What are you talking about? ' whispered Mrs Harris.'Slugs.'There was a sound from n ext door. Amy sho ne her torch towards the fence. There were people stari ng into her garde n. They all had their mouths ope n.One pers on stood out. It was Mr Peck.'I' ve asked a few friends over, ' he said smoothly. 'I hope you don ' t mind.Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her.'You may wadth. But please don ' t talk or make a noise. And no photos. ' The people no dded.Amy went dow n on her kn ees and sn orted once more.This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy man aged to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wan ted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people beh ind the fence bega n to clap and cheer.Of course they wan ted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had bee n talk ing about.'Theyold me about their young. Then they told me why they curl up into a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh, and they told me where they are going to sleep for the wi nter.'Mrs Harris hugged Amy.'You were fantastic, ' she said. ' Come in and I ' ll make you a nice hot drink.'Yes. In you go, ' said Mr Peck cheerily. ' I ' m sure you must be very tired.There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd no ise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.'It was worth a pound of an ybody ' s mon ey, ' she heard some one say.'Ssh, ' said Mr Peck.Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had bee n fixing to his front gate. Why hadMr Peck tried to hide it? Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letters it said: ' What a nerve, ' said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face.to fix you, Mr Peck.'She raced round to Mr Peck ' s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said, Ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must tell you. All the money you have give n toni ght is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgehogs. ' Every one clapped and no dded their heads. Every one except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a stra nge splutteri ng no ise.'Not only that, ' went on Amy, ' but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give toni ght, he will give ano ther pound of his own mon ey.Every one clapped aga in and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he man aged a smile.Before he could say anything, Amy said, And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them. 'She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the box over to Amy. |Then, an eve n gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two tenpound notes. ‘ A big hand for Mr Peck, ' said Amy.This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrolMr Peck ' s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots atthe local show.That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.'It ' s all thanks to those hedgehogs, ' he said. 'I wish I had known before how usef are. I ' ve bought them a present. ' He handed her one tin of dog food.'I ' ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read that th^ adore dog food, ' he explained.A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tuck ing in. Amy kn elt dow n beside them.'What are they say in g? ' asked Mr Peck.'Well, ' said Amy. ' Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouths full. But I think they are say ing tha nks for the dog food. ''I should think so too, ' said Mr Peck. ' I paid a lot of money for that tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full? It is so rude. ' 'I ' ll try, ' said Amy.She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.It seemed to her that they smiled back.。
高中：典范英语8-1-刺猬女孩艾蜜
Amy the Hedgehogs GirlMiserable Mr PeckHer mum was in the kitchen when Amy rushed in.‘How was school?’ asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘OK.’‘It was great,’cried Amy. ‘A lady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.’‘A what?’ said Mrs Harris.‘A hedgehog expert. Someone who knows all about hedgehogs.’‘That’s good,’said Mrs Harris. ‘You’ll need to go the library and see if you can find some books.’‘Oh dear,’ Amy groaned. ‘I’ll have to see Mr Peck.’Mr Peck was t he children’s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived next door to Amy.The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying to find a book on hedgehogs.‘What are you doing?’ snapped a voice behind her.Amy nearly jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck.‘I was looking for a book about animals.’‘Animals, indeed,’ sniffed Mr Peck. ‘What sort of animals? Tame animals? Wild animals? Animals from Africa? India? Britain?’‘Hedgehogs,’ said Amy.‘Hedgehogs!’ bawled Mr Peck. ‘The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them.’He pulled a book from the shelves.‘If you must study the horrid things,this is the best I can do.’‘Thank you, said Amy politely.‘Make sure you bring it back on time. And don’t you dare bring hedgehogs into your garden. Your garden is next to mine, don’t forget. If I see a hedgehog near my carrots, do you know what I am going to do?’‘No,’ said Amy.‘I’m going to squirt it with my spray gun.’At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and snails. The book didn’t say anything about vegetables.The next day she took the book back to the library.‘What’s this?’ said Mr Peck. ‘This book is not due back for another twenty days.’‘But I’ve read it,’ said Amy. ‘Have you got any more books about hedgehogs?’‘Over there,’snapped Mr Peck, pointing with his nos e.Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about animals? She was just about to risk asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called ‘Calls of the Wild’. It looked as if nobody had ever played it.Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape number 12 and it was called Hedgehogs.Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.‘Of course you can,’ he said rudely. ‘Though anybody who wants to listen to horrid animal noises must be mad.’He stamped the cassette box.‘And don’t forget to rewind the tape.’Hedgehog talkAmy sat in her room listening to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo, over and over again. Amy repeated the sounds herself.‘I’m talking hedgehog,’ thought Amy. ‘I wish I knew what I was saying. I really need a hedgehog to help me. I’m sure there’s one in t he garden. If I make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me.’Amy ran down into the garden and made hedgehog noises as loudly as she could.She stopped and listened, but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. But only a cat came into the garden.‘I’m going to keep trying,’said Amy. ‘I’m sure I can do it.’ At last she got cold and she went indoors.The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.‘What are you doing out there?’ asked Mrs Harris.‘Wait and see,’ said Amy.Just then the door bell rang. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dressing gown. Amy noticed that his hair was wet.‘Mrs Harris,’ said Mr Peck. ‘Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garden.’Amy giggled behind her hand.‘Noise?’ said Mrs Harris.‘Some sort of animal,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I’d put poison down if I were you. That is the only way to deal with animals.’As soon as Mr Peck had gone, Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘Mr Peck thought I was an animal,’ she said to herself. ‘I’m going to try one more time.’Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again.Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.Suddenly a torch beam shone in their eyes.‘What’s going on?’ said a voice. It was Mr Peck, still in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.‘I’m chatting to a hedgehog,’ said Amy.‘You cheeky young thing. Talking to hedgehogs indeed.’‘Excuse me—’ began Amy.‘And what’s more,’Mr Peck cut in, ‘hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up all the vegetables in my garden.’‘Rubbish!’ said Amy crossly. ‘Hedgehogs are not dirty. And they don’t eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now, if you don’t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog.’Mr Peck was too shocked to answer. His mouth dropped open as Amy snorted gently to the hedgehog. Slowly it unrolled.A sly look crept across Mr Peck’s face.‘How often have you been doing this,my dear?’ he asked.‘Never before,’ said Amy. ‘But from now on, I’ll be every night.’‘Hm,’ said Mr Peck. ‘You’re going to be here every night, you say.’The amazing hedgehog girlWhen Amy came home from school the next day, Mr Peck was in his front drive. He was fixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he threw his coat over it.Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was getting dark when they stepped into the garden to see her hedgehog friend.Amy went down on her knees and began to snort. This time two hedgehogs came up to her.‘What are you talking about?’ whispered Mrs Harris.‘Slugs.’There was a sound from next door. Amy shone her torch towards the fence. There were people staring into her garden. They all had their mouths open.One person stood out. It was Mr Peck.‘I’ve asked a few friends over,’ he said smoothly. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her. ‘You may wat c h. But please don’t talk or make a noise. And no photos.’The people nodded.Amy went down on her knees and snorted once more.This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy managed to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wanted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people behind the fence began to clap and cheer. Of course they wanted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had been talking about.‘They told me about their young. Then they to ld me why they curl up into a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh, and they told me where they are going to sleep for the winter.’Mrs Harris hugged Amy.‘You were fantastic,’ she said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a nice hot drink.’‘Yes. In you go,’ said Mr Peck cheerily. ‘I’m sure you must be very tired.’There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd noise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.‘It was worth a pound of anybody’s money,’ she heard someone say.‘Ssh,’ said Mr Peck.Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had been fixing to his front gate. Why had Mr Peck tried to hide it? Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letters it said: ‘What a nerve,’ said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face. ‘I know how to fix you, Mr Peck.’She raced round to Mr Peck’s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said,’Ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must tell you. All the money you have given tonight is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgehogs.’Everyone clapped and nodded their heads. Everyone except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a strange spluttering noise.‘Not only that,’ went on Amy, ‘but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give tonight, he will give another pound of his own money.Everyone clapped again and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he managed a smile.Before he could say anything, Amy said,’ And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them.’She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the box over to Amy.Then, an even gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two ten pound notes. ‘A big hand for Mr Peck,’ said Amy.This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrol Mr Peck’s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots at the local show.That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.‘It’s all thanks to those hedgehogs,’ he said. ‘I wish I had known before how useful they are. I’ve bought them a present.’ He handed her one tin of dog food.‘I’ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read that th ey adore dog food,’ he explained.A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tucking in. Amy knelt down beside them.‘What are they saying?’ asked Mr Peck.‘Well,’ said Amy. ‘Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouths full. But I think the y are saying thanks for the dog food.’‘I should think so too,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I paid a lot of money for that tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full? It is so rude.’‘I’ll try,’ said Amy.She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.It seemed to her that they smiled back.Tasks:1. 划出....道的词汇如 cried Amy.2. 划出描写面部表情的句子。
典范英语刺猬女孩艾蜜修订版
典范英语刺猬女孩艾蜜修订版典范英语刺猬女孩艾蜜集团标准化小组：[VVOPPT-JOPP28-JPPTL98-LOPPNN]Amy the Hedgehogs GirlMiserable Mr PeckHer mum was in the kitchen when Amy rushed in.‘How was school’ asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘OK.’‘It was great,’cried Amy. ‘A lady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.’‘A what’said Mrs Harris.‘A hedgehog expert. Someone who knows all about hedgehogs.’‘That’s good,’said Mrs Harris. ‘You’l l need to go the library and see if you can find some books.’‘Oh dear,’Amy groaned. ‘I’ll have to see Mr Peck.’Mr Peck was the children’s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived next door to Amy.The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying to find a book on hedgehogs.‘What are you doing’ snapped a voice behind her.Amy nearly jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck.‘I was looking for a book about animals.’‘Animals, indeed,’ sniffed Mr Peck. ‘What sort of animals Tame animals Wild animals Animals from Africa India Britain’‘Hedgehogs,’ said Amy.‘Hedgehogs!’ bawled Mr Peck. ‘The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them.’He pulled a book from the shelves.‘If you must study the horrid things, this is the best I can do.’‘Thank you, said Amy politely.‘Make sure you bring it back on time. And don’t you dare bring hedgehogs into your garden. Your garden is next to mine, do n’t forget. If I see a hedg ehog near my c arrots, do you know what I am going to do’‘No,’ said Amy.‘I’m going to squirt it with my spray gun.’At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and snails. The book didn’t say anything about vegetables.The next day she took the book back to the library.‘What’s this’ said Mr Peck. ‘This book is not due back for another twenty days.’‘But I’ve read it,’ said Amy. ‘Have you got any more books about hedgehogs’‘Over there,’ snapped Mr Peck, pointing with his no se.Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about animals She was just about to risk asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called ‘Calls of the Wild’. It looked as if nobody had ever played it.Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape number 12 and it was called Hedgehogs.Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.‘Of course you can,’ he said rudely. ‘Though anybody who wants to listen to horrid animal no ises must be mad.’He stamped the cassette box.‘And don’t forget to rewind the tape.’Hedgehog talkAmy sat in her room listening to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo, over and over again. Amy repeated the sounds herself.‘I’m talking hedgehog,’ thought Amy. ‘I wish I knew what I was saying. I really need a hedgehog to help me. I’m sure there’s one in the garden. If I make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me.’Amy ran down into the garden and made hedgehog noises as loudly as she could.She stopped and listened, but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. But only a cat came into the garden.‘I’m going to keep trying,’said Amy. ‘I’m sure I can do it.’ At last she got cold and she went indoors.The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.‘What are you doing out there’ asked Mrs Harris.‘Wait and see,’ said Amy.Just then the door bell rang. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dressing gown. Amy noticed that his hair was wet.‘Mrs Harris,’ said Mr Peck. ‘Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garden.’Amy giggled behind her hand.‘Noise’ said Mrs Harris.‘Some sort of animal,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I’d put poison down if I were you. That i s the only way to deal with animals.’As soon as Mr Peck had gone, Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘Mr Peck thought I was an animal,’ she said to herself. ‘I’m going to try one more time.’Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again.Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.Suddenly a torch beam shone in their eyes.‘What’s going on’ said a voice. It was Mr Peck, sti ll in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.‘I’m chatting to a hedgehog,’ said Amy.‘You cheeky young thing. Talking to hedgehogs indeed.’‘Excuse me—’ began Amy.‘And what’s more,’Mr Peck cut in, ‘hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up all the vegetables in my gar den.’‘Rubbish!’ said Amy crossly. ‘Hedgehogs are not dirty. And theydon’t eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now, if you don’t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog.’Mr Peck was too shocked to answer. His mouth dropped open as Amy snorted gently to the hedgehog. Slowly it unrolled.A sly look crept across Mr Peck’s face.‘How often have you been doing this, my dear’ he asked.‘Never before,’ said Amy. ‘But from now on, I’ll be every night.’‘Hm,’ said Mr Peck. ‘You’re going to be here every night, you say.’The amazing hedgehog girlWhen Amy came home from school the next day, Mr Peck was in his front drive. He was fixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he threw his coat over it.Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was getting dark when they stepped into the garden to see her hedgehog friend.Amy went down on her knees and began to snort. This timetwo hedgehogs came up to her.‘What are you talking about’ whispered Mrs Harris.‘Slugs.’There was a sound from next door. Amy shone her torch towards the fence. There were people staring into her garden. They all had their mouths open.One person stood out. It was Mr Peck.‘I’ve asked a few friends over,’ he said smoothly. ‘I hope youdon’t mind.’Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her. ‘You may wat c h. But please don’t talk or make a noise. And no photos.’The people nodded.Amy went down on her knees and snorted once more.This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy managed to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wanted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people behind the fence began to clap and cheer. Of course they wanted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had been talking about.‘They told me about their young. Then they told me why they curl upinto a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh, and they told me where th ey are going to sleep for the winter.’Mrs Harris hugged Amy.‘You were fantastic,’ she said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a nice hot drink.’‘Yes. In you go,’ said Mr Peck cheerily. ‘I’m sure youmust be very tired.’There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd noise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.‘It was worth a pound of anybody’s money,’ she heard someone say.‘Ssh,’ said Mr Peck.Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had been fixing to his front gate. Why had Mr Peck tried to hide it Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letters it said: ‘What a nerve,’ said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face. ‘I know how to fix you, Mr Peck.’She raced round to Mr Peck’s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said,’ Ladies and gentlemen. Thereis something I must tell you. All the money you have given tonight is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgeh ogs.’Everyone clapped and nodded their heads. Everyone except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a strange spluttering noise.‘Not only that,’ went on Amy, ‘but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give tonight, he will give another pound of his own money.Everyone clapped again and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he managed a smile.Before he could say anything, Amy said,’ And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them.’She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the boxover to Amy.Then, an even gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket an d pulled out two ten pound notes. ‘A big hand for Mr Peck,’ said Amy.This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrol Mr Peck’s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots at the local show.That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.‘It’s all thanks to those hedgehogs,’ he said. ‘I wish I had known before how useful they are. I’ve bought them a present.’ He handed her one tin of dog food.‘I’ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read that they ad ore dog food,’ he explain ed.A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tucking in. Amy knelt down beside them.‘What are they saying’ asked Mr Peck.‘Well,’ said Amy. ‘Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouths full. But I think they are saying thanks for the dog food.’‘I should think so too,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I paid a lot of money forthat tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full It is so rude.’‘I’ll try,’ said Amy.She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.It seemed to her that they smiled back.。
典范英语8-1 刺猬女孩艾蜜
Amy the Hedgehogs GirlMiserable Mr PeckHer mum was in the kitchen when Amy rushed in.‘How was school?’ asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘OK.’‘It was great,’cried Amy. ‘A lady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.’‘A what?’ said Mrs Harris.‘A hedgehog expert. Someone who knows all about hedgehogs.’‘That’s good,’said Mrs Harris. ‘You’ll need to go the library and see if you can find some books.’‘Oh dear,’Amy groaned. ‘I’ll have to see Mr Peck.’Mr Peck was t he children’s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived next door to Amy.The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying to find a book on hedgehogs.‘What are you doing?’ snapped a voice be hind her.Amy nearly jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck.‘I was looking for a book about animals.’‘Animals, indeed,’ sniffed Mr Peck. ‘What sort of animals? Tame animals? Wild animals? Animals from Africa? India? Britain?’‘Hedgehogs,’ said Amy.‘Hedgehogs!’ bawled Mr Peck. ‘The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them.’He pulled a book from the shelves.‘If you must study the horrid things,this is the best I can do.’‘Thank you, said Amy politely.‘Make sure you bring it back on time. And don’t you dare bring hedgehogs into your garden. Your garden is next to mine, do n’t forget. If I see a hedgehog near my carrots, do you know what I am going to do?’‘No,’ said Amy.‘I’m going to squirt it with my spray gun.’At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and snails. The book didn’t say anything about vegetables.The next day she took the book back to the library.‘What’s this?’ said Mr Peck. ‘This book is not due back for another twenty days.’‘But I’ve read it,’ said Amy. ‘Have you got any more books about hedgehogs?’‘Over there,’ snapped Mr Peck, pointing with his nose.Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about animals? She was just about to risk asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called ‘Calls of the Wild’. It looked as if nobody had ever played it.Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape number 12 and it was called Hedgehogs.Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.‘Of course you can,’ he said rudely. ‘Though anybody who wants to listen to horrid animal noises must be mad.’He stamped the cassette box.‘And don’t forget to rewind the tape.’Hedgehog talkAmy sat in her room listening to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo, over and over again. Amy repeated the sounds herself.‘I’m talking hedgehog,’ thought Amy. ‘I wish I knew what I was saying. I really need a hedgehog to help me. I’m sure there’s one in t he garden. If I make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me.’Amy ran down into the garden and made hedgehog noises as loudly as she could.She stopped and listened, but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. But only a cat came into the garden.‘I’m going to keep trying,’said Amy. ‘I’m sure I can do it.’ At last she got cold and she went indoors.The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.‘What are you doing out there?’ asked Mrs Harris.‘Wait and see,’ said Amy.Just then the door bell rang. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dressing gown. Amy noticed that his hair was wet.‘Mrs Harris,’ said Mr Peck. ‘Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garden.’Amy giggled behind her hand.‘Noise?’ said Mrs Harris.‘Some sort of animal,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I’d put poison down if I were you. That is the only way to deal with animals.’As soon as Mr Peck had gone, Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘Mr Peck thought I was an animal,’ she said to herself. ‘I’m going to try one more time.’Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again.Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.Suddenly a torch beam shone in their eyes.‘What’s going on?’ said a voice. It was Mr Peck, still in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.‘I’m chatting to a hedgehog,’ said Amy.‘You cheeky young thing. Talking to hedgehogs indeed.’‘Excuse me—’ began Amy.‘And what’s more,’Mr Peck cut in, ‘hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up all the vegetables in my garden.’‘Rubbish!’ said Amy crossly. ‘Hedgehogs are not dirty. And they don’t eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now, if you don’t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog.’Mr Peck was too shocked to answer. His mouth dropped open as Amy snorted gently to the hedgehog. Slowly it unrolled.A sly look crept across Mr Peck’s face.‘How often have you been doing this,my dear?’ he asked.‘Never before,’ said Amy. ‘But from now on, I’ll be every night.’‘Hm,’ said Mr Peck. ‘You’re going to be here every night, you say.’The amazing hedgehog girlWhen Amy came home from school the next day, Mr Peck was in his front drive. He was fixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he threw his coat over it.Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was getting dark when they stepped into the garden to see her hedgehog friend.Amy went down on her knees and began to snort. This time two hedgehogs came up to her.‘What are you talking about?’ whispered Mrs Harris.‘Slugs.’There was a sound from next door. Amy shone her torch towards the fence. There were people staring into her garden. They all had their mouths open.One person stood out. It was Mr Peck.‘I’ve asked a few friends over,’ he said smoothly. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her. ‘You may wat c h. But please don’t talk or make a noise. And no photos.’The people nodded.Amy went down on her knees and snorted once more.This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy managed to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wanted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people behind the fence began to clap and cheer. Of course they wanted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had been talking about.‘They told me about their young. Then they to ld me why they curl up into a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh, and they told me where they are going to sleep for the winter.’Mrs Harris hugged Amy.‘You were fantastic,’ she said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a nice hot drink.’‘Yes. In you go,’ said Mr Peck cheerily. ‘I’m sure you must be very tired.’There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd noise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.‘It was worth a pound of anybody’s money,’ she heard someone say.‘Ssh,’ said Mr Peck.Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had been fixing to his front gate. Why had Mr Peck tried to hide it? Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letters it said: ‘What a nerve,’ said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face. ‘I know how to fix you, Mr Peck.’She raced round to Mr Peck’s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said,’Ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must tell you. All the money you have given tonight is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgehogs.’Everyone clapped and nodded their heads. Everyone except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a strange spluttering noise.‘Not only that,’ went on Amy, ‘but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give tonight, he will give another pound of his own money.Everyone clapped again and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he managed a smile.Before he could say anything, Amy said,’ And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them.’She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the box over to Amy.Then, an even gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two ten pound notes. ‘A big hand for Mr Peck,’ said Amy.This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrol Mr Peck’s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots at the local show.That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.‘It’s all thanks to those hedgehogs,’ he said. ‘I wish I had known before how useful they are. I’ve bought them a present.’ He handed her one tin of dog food.‘I’ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read that th ey adore dog food,’ he explained.A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tucking in. Amy knelt down beside them.‘What are they saying?’ asked Mr Peck.‘Well,’ said Amy. ‘Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouths full. But I think the y are saying thanks for the dog food.’‘I should think so too,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I paid a lot of money for that tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full? It is so rude.’‘I’ll try,’ said Amy.She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.It seemed to her that they smiled back.。
刺猬女孩艾蜜Amythehedgehoggirlsy典范英语
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典范英语8-1-刺猬女孩艾蜜
Amy the Hedgehogs GirlMiserable Mr PeckHer mum was in the kitchen when Amy rushed in.‘How was school’ asked Mrs Harris, expecting the usual answer, ‘OK.’‘It was great,’cried Amy. ‘A lady gave us a talk on wildlife and she showed us a hedgehog expert.’‘A what’ said Mrs Harris.‘A hedgehog expert. Someone who knows all about hedgehogs.’‘That’s good,’said Mrs Harris. ‘You’ll need to go the library and see if you can find some books.’;‘Oh dear,’Amy groaned. ‘I’ll have to see Mr Peck.’Mr Peck was t he children’s librarian. He was a mean and miserable sort of person. He also lived next door to Amy.The library was almost empty when Amy arrived. She looked along the shelves, trying to find a book on hedgehogs.‘What are you doing’ snapped a voice beh ind her.Amy nearly jumped out of her socks. It was Mr Peck.‘I was looking for a book about animals.’‘Animals, indeed,’ sniffed Mr Peck. ‘What sort of animals Tame animals Wild animals Animals from Africa India Britain’‘Hedgehogs,’ said Amy.>‘Hedgehogs!’ bawled Mr Peck. ‘The very worst animals there are. They dig up vegetables and bite lumps out of them.’He pulled a book from the shelves.‘If you must study the horrid things,this is the best I can do.’‘Thank you, said Amy politely.‘Make sure you bring it back on time. And don’t you dare bring hedgehogs into your garden. Your garden is next to mine, do n’t forget. If I see a hedgehog near my carrots, do you know what I am going to do’‘No,’ said Amy.‘I’m going to squirt it with my spray gun.’At home, Amy read the book on hedgehogs. She found out that they ate slugs and snails. The book didn’t say anything about vegetables.—The next day she took the book back to the library.‘What’s this’ said Mr Peck. ‘This book is not due back for another twenty days.’‘But I’ve read it,’ said Amy. ‘Have you got any more books about hedgehogs’‘Over there,’ snapped Mr Peck, pointing with his nose.Amy walked slowly along the shelves. Where were the books about animals She was just about to risk asking Mr Peck, when she saw something. It was an old cassette tape, called ‘Calls of the Wild’. It looked as if nobody had ever played it.Amy took it down from the shelf. It was part of a set of animal noises. This was tape number 12 and it was called Hedgehogs.Amy asked Mr Peck if she could borrow the cassette.‘Of course you can,’ he said rudely. ‘Though anybody who wants to listen to horrid animal noises must be mad.’`He stamped the cassette box.‘And don’t forget to rewind the tape.’Hedgehog talkAmy sat in her room listening to the sounds of hedgehogs on her personal stereo, over and over again. Amy repeated the sounds herself.‘I’m talking hedgehog,’ thought Amy. ‘I wish I knew what I was saying. I really need a hedgehog to help me. I’m sure there’s one in the ga rden. If I make hedgehog noises, perhaps it will hear me.’Amy ran down into the garden and made hedgehog noises as loudly as she could.She stopped and listened, but no hedgehogs answered. Amy tried again. But only a cat came into the garden.‘I’m going to keep trying,’said Amy. ‘I’m sure I can do it.’ At last she got cold and she went indoors.，The next night Amy tried again. She tried every night for a week.‘What are you doing out there’ asked Mrs Harris.‘Wait and see,’ said Amy.Just then the door bell rang. It was Mr Peck. He stood at the door in his dressing gown. Amy noticed that his hair was wet.‘Mrs Harris,’ said Mr Peck. ‘Every night when I have my bath I can hear a noise. It seems to be coming from your garden.’Amy giggled behind her hand.‘Noise’ said Mrs Harris.‘Some sort of animal,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I’d put poison down if I were you. That is the only way to deal with animals.’|As soon as Mr Peck had gone, Amy dashed out into the garden. ‘Mr Peck thought I was an animal,’ she said to herself. ‘I’m going to try one more time.’Amy went down on her knees and began to make her hedgehog sounds again.Almost at once there was a rustling noise and a hedgehog lumbered onto the lawn. Amy was delighted. The hedgehog and Amy snorted and squeaked at each other.Suddenly a torch beam shone in their eyes.‘What’s going on’ said a voice. It was Mr Peck, still in his dressing gown. The hedgehog rolled into a ball.‘I’m chatting to a hedgehog,’ said Amy.‘You cheeky young thing. Talking to hedgehogs indeed.’‘Excuse me—’ began Amy.…‘And what’s more,’Mr Peck cut in, ‘hedgehogs are dirty little beasts and they eat up all the vegetables in my garden.’‘Rubbish!’ said Amy crossly. ‘Hedgehogs are not dirty. And they don’t eat vegetables. They eat slugs and snails. Now, if you don’t mind, I was talking to a hedgehog.’Mr Peck was too shocked to answer. His mouth dropped open as Amy snorted gently to the hedgehog. Slowly it unrolled.A sly look crept across Mr Peck’s face.‘How often have you been doing this, my dear’ he asked.‘Never before,’ said Amy. ‘But from now on, I’ll be every night.’‘Hm,’ said Mr Peck. ‘You’re going to be here every night, you say.’The amazing hedgehog girl…When Amy came home from school the next day, Mr Peck was in his front drive. He was fixing a large board to the gate. As soon as he saw Amy, he threw his coat over it.Amy had promised to show her mum the hedgehog. It was getting dark when they stepped into the garden to see her hedgehog friend.Amy went down on her knees and began to snort. This time two hedgehogs came up to her.‘What are you talking about’ whispered Mrs Harris.‘Slugs.’There was a sound from next door. Amy shone her torch towards the fence. There were people staring into her garden. They all had their mouths open.One person stood out. It was Mr Peck.‘I’ve asked a few friends over,’ he said smoothly. ‘I hope you don’t mind.’'Amy was cross, but she also felt rather proud that so many people had come to see her. ‘You may wat c h. But please don’t talk or make a noise. And no photos.’The people nodded.Amy went down on her knees and snorted once more.This time three more hedgehogs came up. Amy managed to tell the hedgehogs that they had nothing to fear. The people just wanted to see how clever they were. Amy and the hedgehogs talked and played together.As soon as the hedgehogs had gone, the people behind the fence began to clap and cheer. Of course they wanted to know what Amy and the hedgehogs had been talking about.‘They told me about their young. Then they to ld me why they curl up into a ball. And where to find the tastiest grubs. Oh, and they told me where they are going to sleep for the winter.’Mrs Harris hugged Amy.‘You were fantastic,’ she said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a nice hot drink.’《‘Yes. In you go,’ said Mr Peck cheerily. ‘I’m sure you must be very tired.’There was something strange about Mr Peck. He had never said anything kind to Amy before. Then she heard an odd noise. It was the sound of coins being dropped into a box.‘It was worth a pound of anybody’s money,’ she heard someone say.‘Ssh,’ said Mr Peck.Then Amy remembered the board that Mr Peck had been fixing to his front gate. Why had Mr Peck tried to hide it Amy rushed round to the front of the house. There on the board in large letter s it said: ‘What a nerve,’ said Amy. Then a smile crept across her face. ‘I know how to fix you, Mr Peck.’She raced round to Mr Peck’s garden. Some of the people were still enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits.Before Mr Peck could stop her, she said,’Ladies and gentlemen. There is something I must tell you. All the money you have given tonight is going to a hedgehog hospital to look after sick hedgehogs.’Everyone clapped and nodded their heads. Everyone except Mr Peck. His face went bright red and he made a strange spluttering noise.?‘Not only that,’ went on Amy, ‘but Mr Peck has agreed that for every pound that you give tonight, he will give another pound of his own money.Everyone clapped again and cheered. Mr Peck went a very pale colour. Somehow he managed a smile.Before he could say anything, Amy said,’ And I am happy to say that the hospital has asked me to take the money for them.’She held out her hand. Gloomily, Mr peck passed the box over to Amy.Then, an even gloomier look spread across his face as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two ten pound notes. ‘A big hand for Mr Peck,’ said Amy.This is not quite the end of the story. Amy felt rather sorry for Mr Peck.After she had sent the money to the hedgehog hospital, she asked the hedgehogs to patrol Mr Peck’s garden. She told them to make sure that no more of his vegetables were eaten by slugs.@A few weeks later, Mr Peck won third prize for his marrows, runner beans and carrots at the local show.That evening he leaned over the fence to show Amy his three prizes.‘It’s all thanks to those hedgehogs,’ he said. ‘I wish I had known before how useful they are. I’ve bought them a present.’ He handed her one tin of dog food.‘I’ve just got some new books about hedgehogs in the library. I read th at they adore dog food,’ he explained.A group of hedgehogs were soon busy tucking in. Amy knelt down beside them.‘What are they saying’ asked Mr Peck.‘Well,’ said Amy. ‘Hedgehogs are a bit hard to understand when they have their mouths full. But I think they are saying thanks for the dog food.’‘I should think so too,’ said Mr Peck. ‘I paid a lot of money for that tin. And could you teach them not to speak with their mouths full It is so rude.’‘I’ll try,’ said Amy.She looked at the hedgehogs and smiled.It seemed to her that they smiled back.。
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刺猬女孩艾蜜
1.卑鄙的派克（Peck）先生
当艾蜜冲进屋的时候，她的妈妈正在厨房里。
“在学校怎么样啊？”Harris太太问艾蜜，希望艾蜜想往常一样回答说“很好”“太棒了”艾蜜大叫。
“一位女士讲了关于野生动物的课，并给我们展示了一只刺猬。
我要打算成为一个刺猬研究专家”。
“一个什么？”Harris太太问道
“一个刺猬专家，一个知道刺猬的一切的人”。
“那很好啊！”Harris太太说，：你应该去图书馆看看能不能找到相关的书籍”。
“噢，天哪”艾蜜抱怨道：“那我就不得不去见Peck先生了”。
Peck先生是孩子们的图书管理员。
他是一个小气而且卑鄙的人。
他经常住在艾蜜的隔壁房间。
当艾蜜到达图书馆的时候，图书馆几乎没有人。
艾蜜顺着书架看，试着找到一本关于刺猬的书。
“你在干什么呢？”一个严厉的声音从艾蜜身后发出。
艾蜜几乎从自己的袜子里跳出来“我在找一本关于动物的书籍”
“动物，真的吗？“我在找一本关于动物的书籍”，Peck显示嗤之以鼻。
“什么种类的动物啊？驯养动物？野生动物？来自哪的动物呢？非洲？印度？英国？”
“是刺猬”，艾米回答说。
“刺猬！”Peck先生大叫，“这最坏的动物，它们掘起蔬菜，并咬下一大块”。
Peck先生从书架里取出一本书，说：“如果你一定要研究这个恐怖的东西的话，这是我能为你做到的最好的了”。
“谢谢！”艾蜜礼貌的答道。
“记住要准时还书。
你难道不怕把刺猬引进你的花园吗？别忘了，你的花园将步我的花园的后尘。
如果我看到刺猬接近我的胡萝卜的话，你知道我会怎么做吗？”“不知道”，艾米说。
“我会用我的喷水枪射击！”
回到家里，艾蜜读了关于刺猬的那本书。
她发现刺猬会吃鼻涕虫和蜗牛，但书上并没有提到会吃蔬菜的事情。
第二天她把书还到了图书馆。
“这是什么？” Peck先生问，“这本书还有20天才到期呢！”“但我已经读完了啊！”艾米说，“这儿还有更多的关于刺猬的书吗？”“在那边呢！” Peck先生厉声回答，并用鼻子指着（不懂）。
艾蜜慢慢得沿着书架走着。
关于动物的书会在哪儿呢？当艾蜜刚又想冒险问Peck的时候，她看到了什么东西。
那是一个很老的盒式磁带，叫做“野性的呼唤”。
看着好像从来没有人播放过。
于是艾蜜从书架上取下了磁带。
这原来是一系列关于动物噪声的一部分。
这是第12个磁带，而且就叫“刺猬”。
艾蜜问Peck先生可不可以借走这个磁带。
“当然可以”，Peck先生粗鲁地说。
“尽管那个想听受人讨厌的动物的声音的人绝对是个疯子。
”Peck先生给那个磁带盒子做上了标记，说：“别忘了听完磁带再次把它倒会初始。
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