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A feline perspective
貓兒看世界
There once was a kitty named Bear.
從前有只叫貝爾的小貓，
He loved to play, run outside and chase spiders.
他很愛玩，喜歡在外面跑來跑去，還喜歡逮蜘蛛。
He was a happy cat without a care in the world.
他是只快樂的貓，遠(yuǎn)離著身邊嘈雜世界的煩擾。
He would often sit on top of the fence next to his owner's condo and listen to all the human noises.
他常常坐在主人公寓旁的籬笆上，聽人們弄出的各種各樣的聲響。
His eyes would shut halfway as he would wonder what all the noise was about and why they felt it important to create it day after day, night after night.
貝爾半瞇著眼睛，納悶地想:這些聲音都是怎么來的呢，人們?yōu)槭裁慈杖找挂沟刂圃爝@些聲響呢。
Shouts, laughter, tears, whirring and buzzing of objects, incessant voices of the big brown box, clomping of feet, chitchat and snoring would fill his delicate feline ears.
貝爾嬌弱的耳朵里總是塞滿了哭聲笑聲，喊聲叫聲，各種物體發(fā)出的嗡嗡聲，一個(gè)棕色大盒子源源不斷地發(fā)出的嘈雜聲，重重的腳步聲，還有人們的閑談，甚至打鼾聲。
Humans are odd, indeed.
人類真是很怪異，
Why can't they see the beauty that is all around them?
他們怎么能看不到周圍美麗的景色呢?
Locked up in their giant boxes, they very rarely played.
他們把自己鎖在了大盒子里，很少玩耍。
Only the little humans played, but if they played too long or with too much delight then the big humans would make them stop.
只有那種很小的人才會(huì)玩耍，但如何他們玩的太久了，或者是太起勁兒了，大點(diǎn)兒的人就會(huì)讓他們停下來。
Bear was both amused and saddened by these unnatural creatures.
這些奇怪的生物既讓貝爾覺得有意思，又讓他覺得悲傷。
He tried to console them and make them play from time to time, but this was always short-lived, if that.
他曾試著讓人們高興點(diǎn)，讓他們也常常玩耍，但是即便人們玩了，高興了，也總是就那么一會(huì)兒。
Eventually Bear gave up his attempts and abandoned the fence outside.
終于，貝爾放棄了，離開了那個(gè)籬笆。他跑到了野外，
Running away into the fields, he declared to never become human, if he had any say in the matter.
心想如果自己說了算的話，他打算永遠(yuǎn)也不變成人。
No, sir, no one was going to turn this kitty into a cooped up noise box.
是的，先生，沒人會(huì)把那只貓送到那亂哄哄的緊閉的盒子里。
