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作者：克蕾西達(dá)·考威爾（原著）

譯者：學(xué)有所長?

譯文：

這個(gè)小家伙每叫一聲“爸爸！”都用頭撞一次困住它的蛋殼，直到最后咔嚓一聲，這只龍展開它的濕漉漉的小翅膀，然后蛋殼徹底裂成一堆綠色的碎片。

這只龍遠(yuǎn)比它的蛋小，就略比一只小雞小鴨大一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)，但是也大不了多少。它渾身都是黃綠色的粘液。它抖開它像扇貝礁一樣橙黃色的翅膀，甩了無牙一身的粘液。

“惡——惡心?！睙o牙抱怨道。

小龍笑了笑?！鞍职郑彼痤^親切地看著他，又一次叫道。

無牙嚇壞了。“我？無牙才不是你的爸爸。無牙討厭寶寶……”

小龍寶寶沒有理會他說的這句話，而是繼續(xù)熱情地跳向無牙?！鞍职郑　?/p>

咔嚓！咔嚓！咔嚓！

房間另一頭的另外兩個(gè)蛋也裂了開來。

“爸爸！”

“爸爸！”

又兩只小龍從它們的蛋殼殘片中跳了出來，然后搖搖擺擺地跳向無牙。

第二只相對來說更偏黃色而不是綠色，而且頭非常扁，因?yàn)樗诘袄锏臅r(shí)候一直在撞蛋殼。第三只稍微更小一些，是亮藍(lán)色的，它總是跌倒，因?yàn)樗耐扔行┒丁６宜恢痹诖蜞?。它很喜歡不受控制地往前沖，就好像它的腿想自己跑掉一樣，但是最終它總會歪向左邊然后一屁股跌到地上，然后驚訝地叫一聲“啊哦！”不過我也不知道為什么它會驚訝，因?yàn)椴畈欢嗝窟^兩分鐘它就跌倒一次，所以重復(fù)了這么多遍它早該習(xí)慣了。

而且它還有重感冒，所以在“嗝！”“啊哦！”和“嗷！”之間還會穿插幾聲“阿嚏！”

“爸爸！”第二只龍粗聲叫道。

“是我們的爸爸！嗝！啊哦……嗷……阿嚏！”第三只說。

“無牙不是你們的爸爸?！睙o牙堅(jiān)定地說，但是看到這些小家伙甩著一身的綠色粘液沖向他的樣子，他還是被逼得后退。

“無牙不喜歡小寶寶……寶寶又惡心又臊，還濕乎乎的……”

這些寶寶們確實(shí)如此。它們抖著一身惡心的黏糊糊的東西沖向無牙。無牙只能突然起飛。然后那只小藍(lán)龍和另外幾只撞在了一起。無牙飛到房梁上，然后低頭憤怒地看著它們。它們還不會飛，所以它們沒法跟上去。他們只能在原地跳著，拼命地叫著。

無牙用翅膀包住腦袋，假裝睡覺。

五分鐘之后它們還在那里叫個(gè)不停，而且跳得比之前還更賣力了?！鞍职郑“职?！爸爸！”

啊，討厭。

要是他一直身后都被這群軟萌的小龍跟著，那他這輩子都無顏出現(xiàn)在別的龍面前了。

“走開?。o牙不是你們的爸爸……無牙只是想吃你們……無牙現(xiàn)在也還是可以吃了你們……”無牙在房梁上喊道。

其實(shí)，雖說無牙幾乎什么都吃，但是他也還是有底線，不會吃掉認(rèn)他作爸爸的小龍寶寶的。不過，從無牙歇息的地方，他可以清楚看到一閃高高的窗戶外面的景象。

從窗戶看出去，他看見了一段距離外有一只紅色的龍正飛向這間屋子。

螢火蟲。

螢火蟲會解決掉這個(gè)問題的。你看，螢火蟲是一只兇魘龍，她才不像無牙這個(gè)奇葩一樣還會感到良心不安。她吞掉這三只可愛得無法容忍的小龍要的時(shí)間，甚至比普通龍撓耳朵的時(shí)間還短。而且在螢火蟲看來，可能越可愛還越好呢。

無牙笑了。她絕對是朝他們飛過來，可能是指望史圖伊克早飯會不會還剩了點(diǎn)什么渣渣。無牙舒服地坐在房梁上，等著她現(xiàn)身。要是螢火蟲把它們吃了，那也不算他的錯(cuò)，對吧？

等螢火蟲看到這些小寶寶，它們就絕對完了……

原文：

With every ‘Papa!’ the tiny creature head-butted the shell that was still partly encasing him, until with a final CRACKI the dragon unfolded its wet little wings and the egg fell apart entirely into tiny smashed pieces of green.

The dragon was far smaller than the size of the egg that had encased it, a little larger perhaps than a baby chick or duckling, but not a lot. It was covered all over with lime-green goo, and as it shook out its wings, the startling orange of a scallop coral, it flung a fine rain of gooey stuff over Toothless himself.

‘Y-y-yucky,’ groaned Toothless.

The little dragon grinned. ‘Papa,’ it repeated, looking up at him lovingly.

Toothless was horrified. ‘Me? Toothless not your P-p-papa. Toothless HATES babies...’

The dragon baby ignored this and hopped towards Toothless enthusiastically. ‘Papa!’

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The other two eggs split apart too, on opposite sides of the room.

‘Papa!’

‘Papa!’

Two more little dragon babies hopped out of the smashed remains of their shells and hopped unsteadily towards Toothless.

The second one was yellow rather than green and had a remarkably flat head, because it had spent its egg-hood bashing against the walls of the shell. The third was a bit smaller and bright blue and kept on falling over because it had a rather wobbly leg, and a permanent case of the hiccups. It tended to charge ahead in an uncontrolled fashion as if its legs had run away with it, before listing to the left and landing on its bottom and saying ‘Whoops!’ in a surprised fashion. Although why it was surprised I have no idea, because it fell over pretty much every two minutes, so it shouldn’t have been much of a shock when it did it again.

It also had a terrible cold, so every now and then it added ‘Aaatishoo!’ to the ‘Hic!’, ‘Whoops’ and ‘Ow!’s.

‘Papa!’ squealed the second one gruffly. ‘It’s our Papa,! Hic! Whoops... Ow... ATISHOOl’ said the third one.

‘Toothless N-N-NOT your Papa,’ said Toothless firmly, but backing away nonetheless as the little creatures rushed towards him in a flurry of green goo.

‘Toothless not like babies... B-b-babies is yucky and wet, And ever so soppy...’

These babies were certainly all that, but they carried on rushing towards him in a yucky soppy gooey mess nonetheless, and he had to take off suddenly so that the little blue one bashed into all the others, and Toothless flapped up to perch on one of the ceiling beams and blinked down at them furiously. They couldn’t yet fly, so they couldn’t follow him, they just leapt up and down, cheeping and clicking furiously.

Toothless tucked his head under his wing and pretended to go to sleep.

Five minutes later they were still there, cheeping and clicking, and bouncing more hysterically than ever. ‘Papa! Papa! Papa!’

Oh, fish-hooks.

Toothless would never live it down with the other dragons if he kept on being followed about by soppy little dragon babies.

‘GO AWAY! Toothless NOT your Papa...Toothless just tried to eat you... Toothless could still eat you...’ Toothless shouted down from the roof beam.

In fact, Toothless ate pretty much anything but even he drew the line at baby dragons who thought you were their father. However, from Toothless’s perch he had a great view out of one of the high windows.

Through the window, he caught sight of a red dragon flying towards the house, still some distance away.

Fireworm.

Fireworm would take care of the problem. You see, Fireworm was a Monstrous Nightmare and did not suffer from any of Toothless’s rare qualms of conscience, and she would gobble up three insufferably cute little dragons in less time than it took a dragon to scratch its own ear. The cuter the better, as far as Fireworm was concerned.

Toothless grinned. She was definitely flying their way, probably hoping that Stoick had left some titbits over from breakfast. Toothless settled down more comfortably on the roof beam to wait for her to show up. It wouldn’t be his fault if Fireworm decided to eat them, would it?

The moment that Fireworm set eyes on those babies, they would be doomed…