韦伯斯特和土拨鼠（2）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
韦伯斯特和土拨鼠（2）
“土拨鼠与令人厌恶的狼或狐狸不一样，它生活在宁静与和平中。它所需要的只是山边的一个洞穴和一点点的食物。除了为了生存吃一点点的庄稼外，它没有任何危害。它有生存、吃东西和自由的权利。而且，我们没有权利说它不能拥有这些。
“看看这双温柔、充满祈求的眼睛，看看它因恐惧而发抖的身体。它不能为自己辩护，这是它唯一能够为自己美好生命辩护的方式。我们杀死它是不是太残忍了？如果我们剥夺了上帝赋予它的生命是不是太自私了？”
法官听着听着，泪水溢满了双眼。他的心颤动了起来。他认为上帝赐给了他一个以后将会闻名世界的儿子。
没等丹尼尔结束发言，他便站了起来，一边拭去眼中的泪水，一边喊道：“伊奇基尔，把土拨鼠放掉！”
Webster and the Woodchuck
ON a farm among the hills of New Hampshire there once lived a little boy whose name was Daniel Webster. He was a tiny fellow for one of his age. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were so dark and wonderful that nobody who once saw them could ever forget them.
He was not strong enough to help much on the farm; and so he spent much of his time in playing in the woods and fields. Unlike many farmers’ boys, he had a very gentle heart. He loved the trees and flowers and the harmless wild creatures that made their homes among them.
But he did not play all the time. Long before he was old enough to go to school, he learned to read; and he read so well that everybody liked to hear him and never grew tired of listening. The neighbors, when driving past his father’s house, would stop their horses and call for Dannie Webster to come out and read to them.
At that time there were no children’s books such a
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“土拨鼠与令人厌恶的狼或狐狸不一样，它生活在宁静与和平中。它所需要的只是山边的一个洞穴和一点点的食物。除了为了生存吃一点点的庄稼外，它没有任何危害。它有生存、吃东西和自由的权利。而且，我们没有权利说它不能拥有这些。
“看看这双温柔、充满祈求的眼睛，看看它因恐惧而发抖的身体。它不能为自己辩护，这是它唯一能够为自己美好生命辩护的方式。我们杀死它是不是太残忍了？如果我们剥夺了上帝赋予它的生命是不是太自私了？”
法官听着听着，泪水溢满了双眼。他的心颤动了起来。他认为上帝赐给了他一个以后将会闻名世界的儿子。
没等丹尼尔结束发言，他便站了起来，一边拭去眼中的泪水，一边喊道：“伊奇基尔，把土拨鼠放掉！”
Webster and the Woodchuck
ON a farm among the hills of New Hampshire there once lived a little boy whose name was Daniel Webster. He was a tiny fellow for one of his age. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were so dark and wonderful that nobody who once saw them could ever forget them.
He was not strong enough to help much on the farm; and so he spent much of his time in playing in the woods and fields. Unlike many farmers’ boys, he had a very gentle heart. He loved the trees and flowers and the harmless wild creatures that made their homes among them.
But he did not play all the time. Long before he was old enough to go to school, he learned to read; and he read so well that everybody liked to hear him and never grew tired of listening. The neighbors, when driving past his father’s house, would stop their horses and call for Dannie Webster to come out and read to them.
At that time there were no children’s books such a