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“并不像你说的那么小……瞧！它睡着了……”

“甚么！”

But it was rejected too, just like the others. "This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.

他渐渐地仿佛在报告一件非常首要的事情普通，对我反复说道：“请……给我画一只绵羊……”

The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:"If you please, draw me a sheep!""What!"

像是被闪电击中般，我跳着脚站起来，用力揉了揉眼睛，细心地循名誉去。我瞥见一个非常奇特的小家伙正站在那边严厉地打量着我。这是厥后我给他画出来的最好的一幅画像。可惜，我的画要比他本人的模样减色很多。这不是我的错误。六岁时，大人们让我对本身的画家生涯丧失了勇气，除了画过开着肚皮和闭着肚皮的蟒蛇，我厥后再没有学过画别的东西。

"Draw me a sheep!"

他细心地看了下，随后又说：“我不要，这只绵羊已经病得很重了。给我重新画一只。”

My friend smiled gently and indulgenty. "You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."So then I did my drawing over once more.

第一天早晨，我就睡在这阔别人间炊火的戈壁上，我比大海中浮在小木筏上的罹难海员还要孤傲。是以，你们能够设想到，当我在第二天拂晓时被一个奇特而藐小的声音吵醒时是有多么吃惊。这个小小的声音说：“请你给我画一只绵羊，好吗？”

“这一只羊太老了。我想要一只长命的绵羊。”