" I sing so well, " said he, " that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy, and yet got no house built of cards to live in, grew thinner than they were before for sheer vexation when they heard me."
“我唱歌非常好听,”它说,“有十六只从小唱歌、现在还没住上纸
屋的本地蟋蟀,它们听到我唱得那么好,心里烦恼得要命,一天天都变瘦了。”