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多年以前，有位贫穷的渔夫。他独自和一条狗住在一起。渔夫喜欢狗，狗也忠诚于主人。每次渔夫准备驾小船出海时，狗总是紧跟在主人身边。每天早上渔夫出海之后，狗就会跑到一个高高的山岭上，待在那里一动不动，遥望着大海，一待就是一整天。直到傍晚看到主人的小船归来它才离开，跑到海边迎接主人。 有天早上，渔夫正在为出海做准备。突然，狗狂叫起来。它绕着渔夫转圈儿，并用嘴巴扯渔夫的裤脚。渔夫从没见过他的狗表现这么反常。他以为狗想玩耍了，就轻轻拍了拍它的背。但是狗还是不停地叫。渔夫笑了笑，继续做准备，然后爬进小船起航了。狗跑到它每天观望的山岭上，一直狂叫着。 天空蔚蓝，微风轻拂。可转眼间，狂风大作。渔夫的小船被狂风挟裹着，在风浪中打旋儿。天空一片昏暗，大雨倾盆而下。“是飓风！”渔夫说。他马上想到了他的狗。它离开山岭跑回家了吗？它还坐在那里吗？突然一个大浪冲他劈头盖脸地打来,卷走了小船。 几个月之后，几位村民看到有只狗坐在高高的山岭上。"看啊丨”一个人说，“那不是老渔夫的狗吗？”“怎么可能呢？老渔夫出事这么长时间了。"另一个说。 为了证明自己没看错，第一个人爬上崎岖不平的山岭，想去抓住那只狗。可是,到了山顶他只看到一块岩石块狗状的岩石。它的头高高抬起，全身戒备,似乎随时准备跳入海中。它就坐在山顶，等啊，等啊…… The Stone Dog Many years ago, there lived a poor fisherman. He lived alone with his dog. The fisherman and his dog were devoted to each other. The dog was always beside its master as the fisherman made his little boat ready to sail. When the man pulled out to sea each morning, the dog would scamper up on a high ridge. There it would sit and watch all day. The dog never moved until late afternoon when it saw the little boat return. Then it would race back to the shore to greet its master. One morning, the fisherman was getting his little boat ready. All at once the dog began to bark and howl. It circled around the fisherman and tugged at his trousers. The fisherman could not remember when he had seen his dog act so strangely. He patted the dog’s back, thinking the dog wanted to play. But the dog kept barking. The fisherman laughed and continued getting ready. Then the man climbed into the boat and sailed a- way. The dog went to its watching place, still barking and howling. The sky was blue and the breeze soft. Suddenly it began to blow wildly. The fisherman’s boat was seized by the wind and whirled around. The sky darkened. Rain began to fall. “It’s a hurricane!” said the fisherman. The man thought of his dog at once. Had the dog left the ridge and run home? Or was it still sitting there? Suddenly a great wave swept over his head and tossed the boait away. Several months later a group of villagers noticed what appeared to be the figure of dog sitting high on the ridge. “Look!” said one, “Isn’t that the old fisherman's dog?” “How could it be, after all this time?” said another. To prove his point, the first man climbed the ragged stony ridge to get hold of the dog. But when he reached the spot, he only found a rock—a rock shaped like a dog. Its head was held high. Its body was alert, as if ready to spring into the sea. It just sat there on top of the ridge, waiting, waiting. |
