單元 10 誰殺了我的狗?
A timid little man ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx , and clearing his throat asked, “Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the parking meter ?”
一個(gè)害羞的小個(gè)子男生,鼓起勇氣走進(jìn)布朗克斯區(qū)一家飆車族酒吧,清了清喉嚨問道:“嗯,這個(gè),綁在外面停車表那只德國(guó)短毛獵犬是誰的啊?”
A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers with his body hair growing out of the seams,turned slowly on his stool. He looked down at the quivering little man and said, “It’s my dog.
一個(gè)穿著摩托車皮衣、衣縫露出體毛的彪形大漢,從凳子上慢慢轉(zhuǎn)過身,低頭看著這個(gè)發(fā)抖的小個(gè)子男生說:“是我的狗,怎么樣?”
“Well,” squeaked the little man, very nervous, “I believe my dog just killed it, sir.”
“這個(gè)嘛,”小個(gè)子男生很緊張,尖聲說道:“我想我的狗剛殺死了你的狗,先生。”
“What?”roared the big man in disbelief.“What in the hell kind of dog do you have?”
“什么?”大個(gè)子一臉難以置信的表情,大吼道:“你養(yǎng)的到底是什么狗啊?”
“Sir,” answered the little man. “It’s a 4-week-old puppy.”
“先生,小個(gè)子男人回答:”“是一只四周大的小狗。”
“Bull!” roared the biker. “How could your puppy kill my Doberman?”
“胡扯!”機(jī)車騎士大吼:“你的小狗怎么可能殺死我的短毛獵犬?”
“It appears that he choked on it, sir.”
“它好像是吃我的小狗時(shí)噎死了,先生。”