第一章：你妈妈说不要离开藏身处(14)
‘Ooh, do you?’ said Toothless, re-thinking the coat.
‘Nonsense, you’ll feel all the better for some nice night air,’ scolded Camicazi. ‘It’s probably indigestion in your case, Stormfly. You’ve got to stop swallowing those squirrels whole.’
‘INDIGESTION?’ huffed Stormfly, outraged. Her beautiful serpentine body was currently purple (the colour she turned when she lied), but as she grew angry, a haze of black mist fanned outwards from her heart, like a cloud of ink slowly spreading through water. ‘INDIGESTION? I am an artist, a free spirit… I go where the wind takes me… Free spirits do not get indigestion…
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‘I think I should warn you that this might be a trap, set for you by Alvin and his followers the Alvinsmen,’ warned the Wodensfang in a wheezy whisper.
The Wodensfang was a wrinkled brown leaf of a dragon who looked a little like a decrepit, droopy little dachshund that had shrivelled like a raisin. His ears had gone purple and were shivering, which was what always happened when DANGER was near.
‘Take the advice of my thousand years, Hiccup,’ said Wodensfang. ‘That light is behaving very strangely if it is a campfire. I’ve never seen a campfire that moves… not in a thousand years I haven’t.’
‘Nonsense, you’ll feel all the better for some nice night air,’ scolded Camicazi. ‘It’s probably indigestion in your case, Stormfly. You’ve got to stop swallowing those squirrels whole.’
‘INDIGESTION?’ huffed Stormfly, outraged. Her beautiful serpentine body was currently purple (the colour she turned when she lied), but as she grew angry, a haze of black mist fanned outwards from her heart, like a cloud of ink slowly spreading through water. ‘INDIGESTION? I am an artist, a free spirit… I go where the wind takes me… Free spirits do not get indigestion…
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‘I think I should warn you that this might be a trap, set for you by Alvin and his followers the Alvinsmen,’ warned the Wodensfang in a wheezy whisper.
The Wodensfang was a wrinkled brown leaf of a dragon who looked a little like a decrepit, droopy little dachshund that had shrivelled like a raisin. His ears had gone purple and were shivering, which was what always happened when DANGER was near.
‘Take the advice of my thousand years, Hiccup,’ said Wodensfang. ‘That light is behaving very strangely if it is a campfire. I’ve never seen a campfire that moves… not in a thousand years I haven’t.’
妈妈走了爸爸天天要我
