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Slowly, Joe got closer to the turtle. He smoked and looked at it. " Poor thing," he said, " It is sad to be caught. Now you will be killed." The turtle pushed a foot out of his hard cover. Old Joe looked at his foot with his sharp cutting claws. " It would be different in the water, wouldn' t it, turtle?" He said. " In the water, you could cut down your enemies with those sharp claws." He thought about the turtle in the water. It would probably move as fast as a bullet from a gun. Nothing would try to fight it in the water. Yet here it was in the middle of a dirt road as helpless as a baby. Old Joe dropped his cigarette. Now why was he getting so excited about the turtle? He was an old man and he was acting like a child. They were going to White River to catch fish and he was worrying about a turtle. |
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Joe màn màn dì jiē jìn hǎi guī. yī biān chōu yān, yī biān kàn zhe tā. " kě lián de jiā huo!" tā shuō," nǐ hěn bù xìng bèi zhuā le, xiàn zài nǐ jiāng huì bèi shā sǐ." hǎi guī bǎ tā yì zhī jiǎo cóng hòu hòu de ké zhōng shēn chū lái. lǎo Joe kàn le kàn tā nà dài zhe fēng lì zhuǎ zǐ de jiǎo. tā shuō:" rú guǒ shì zài shuǐ lǐ jiù dà bù yí yàng le, bú shì ma, hǎi guī? zài shuǐ lǐ de huà, nǐ jiǎng yòng nǐ fēng lì de zhuǎ zǐ kǎn duàn nǐ de dí rén." tā xiāng xiàng hǎi guī zài shuǐ lǐ de qíng jǐng. tā kě néng yí dòng xiàng cóng qiāng lǐ dǎ chū de zǐ dàn yí yàng kuài. méi yǒu shén me néng tiǎo zhàn tā, zài shuǐ zhōng. rán ér, tā xiàn zài shì zài āng zāng de mǎ lù zhōng jiān, xiàng yīng ér yí yàng wú zhù. lǎo Joe rēng diào le yān. wèi shí me tā xiàn zài duì zhè hǎi guī zhè me guān zhù ne? tā shì yí gè lǎo rén, rán ér tā de xíng wéi yòu xiàng shì yí gè hái zi. tā men dǎ suàn qù White hé zhuā yú, dàn tā yǒu dān xīn qǐ hǎi guī lái le. |