[转载]是谁嗯嗯在我的头上（英文文本）
2016-05-19 09:41阅读：
这本书买了中文的，一直躲懒，没有找英文文本．今天碰巧看到墨遥妈也在给孩子读这本书，闲着也是闲着，终于在网上搜到了英文文本．晚上可以用原汁原味的英文再给Sam读一遍这本有趣的绘本了！
The story of the little mole (是谁嗯嗯在我的头上）
One day, the little Mole poked his head out from underground to see
whether the sun had already risen…
Then it happened!
(It looked a little like a sausage, and the worst thing was that it
landed right on his head.)
“How mean!” cried the little mole.
“Who has done this on my head?”
(But he was so shortsighted that he couldn’t see anyone
around.)
“Did you do this on my head?” he asked the dove, who was flying
past. “Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!” she answered. (And
splish, plish – a moist white blob landed on the ground right next
to the little mole. His right leg was splashed with white.)
“Did you do this on my head?” he asked the horse, who was grazing
in the pasture. “Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!” (And
flump, plu
mp-five big fat horsey apples plopped down within a hair’s breadth
of the mole. He was very impressed.)
“Did you do this on my head?” he asked the hare. “Me? No, how could
I? I do it like this!” answered the hare. (And
rat-a-tat-tat-fifteen little round beans shot past the mole’s ears.
He saved himself with a daring leap.)
“Did you do this on my head?” he asked the goat (who had been
dreaming a little). “Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!” she
replied. (And plippety plop-a pile of toffee-coloured little balls
tumbled on the grass. The little mole found them almost
appealing.)
“Did you do this on my head?” he asked the cow, who was chewing the
cud. “Me? No, how could I? I do it like this!” (And kersplosh-a big
brownish-green pancake flopped into the grass just next to the
mole. He was very relieved that it hadn’t been the cow who had done
something on his head.)
“Did you do this on my head?” he asked the pig. “Me? No, how could
I? I do it like this!” replied the pig. (And plop, splat-a little,
soft brown pile fell on to the grass. The mole held his
nose.)
“Did you do this on my …?” he was going to ask again. But as he
came closer, he saw only two big, fat black flies. And they were
eating. “At last-someone who will be able to help me!” thought the
mole. “Who did this on my head?” he asked excitedly.
“Keep nice and still,” buzzed the flies.
There was a short pause. And then: “It is clear to us that it was A
DOG.”
Finally the little mole knew who had done the business on his
head-
Hans Heinrich, the butcher’s dog! Quick as a flash, he climbed on
to Hans Heinrich’s kennel…..
(And pling-a tiny black sausage landed right on top of the dog’s
head.)
Satisfied at last, the little mole disappeared happily into his
hole underground.
