I laughed. “Yeah. A herd of buffalo

I laughed. “Yeah. A herd of buffalo.”
We struggled with the tent. The gusting wind kept blowing it out of our hands. We finally got
it to stand. But then the wind kept blowing out our campfire.
By the time we finished dinner, it was late. All three of us were yawning. My shoulders ached
from carrying the heavy backpack.
We decided to climb into the tent and go to sleep. Shawn and Chip crawled inside. I started to
follow them—then stopped.
I had the strange feeling again. The prickling on the back of my neck. Who was watching us?
I squinted through the misty darkness. I sucked in my breath when I saw dull gray
circles—several pairs of them—floating low between the trees.
Eyes?
I dove into the tent. We slept in our clothes under wool blankets. The wool felt scratchy. The
tent was damp from dew.
We couldn’t sleep. We started to tell each other jokes. We were kidding around and laughing a
lot.
But we stopped laughing when the howls started.
They were low at first, like ambulance sirens far in the distance. But then they sounded
closer, louder. And we knew they were animal howls.
“I … hope it’s dogs!” Shawn exclaimed. “Maybe it’s just some wild dogs.”
We huddled close together. We all knew we weren’t hearing dogs. We were hearing wolf howls.
So close… so close we could hear the harsh, shallow breaths between the howls.
And then the soft crunch of footsteps outside the tent.
They were here! The howling creatures! The tent flap blew open.
My friends and I let out screams.
Two men in black leather jackets leaned down to peer into our tent. One of them raised a
flashlight. He moved the light slowly from face to face. “Are you kids okay?” he asked.
“Wh-who are you?” I asked.
“Forest Patrol,” the other man said.
“Yeah. Right. Forest Patrol,” his partner repeated.
They both stared at us so hard. Their eyes were cold, not friendly at all.
“The woods really aren’t safe,” the man with the flashlight said. “Not safe at all.”
His partner nodded. “First thing in the morning, you should get yourselves to the road. It’s
right up there.” He pointed.
We promised we would. We thanked them for checking on us.
But I didn’t like the way they stared. They didn’t look like forest rangers. And as soon as
they left, the frightening howls started up again. Howls all around us.
We didn’t sleep at all that night. We lay awake, staring up at the tent walls, listening to
the animal howls.
The next morning, as soon as sunlight began trickling down through the trees, we jumped up. We
hurried out of the tent and began to pack.
I started to fold up the tent—but stopped when I saw something strange on the ground.
“Hey—!” I called out to Chip and Shawn. “Look!”
I pointed to the footprints in the soft dirt. Two pairs that led from the woods to the front of
our tent.
The Forest Rangers’ prints.
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結果 (中文) 1:

我笑了。"是的。一群水牛"。我们挣扎着把帐篷支起来。阵风风一直吹它在我们手里。我们终于有了它站。但然后风一直吹灭我们的篝火。我们吃完晚餐的时间，它已经晚了。我们三个都打着哈欠。我的肩膀痛从背着沉重的背包。我们决定去睡觉，爬进了帐篷。肖恩和芯片内部进行爬网。我开始对跟随他们 — — 然后停了下来。我有种奇怪的感觉，再一次。刺痛了我的脖子背面。谁在看著我们?我眯着眼睛在朦胧的黑暗中。当我看到暗灰色卷入我的呼吸圈子 — — 几对他们 — — 低树之间浮动。眼睛吗?我跳进了帐篷。我们睡在我们的衣服下羊毛毯子。羊毛毡发痒。的从露水，帐篷是潮湿的。我们睡不着。我们开始彼此说笑话。我们在开玩笑的笑很多。但我们止住了笑时吼叫声开始。他们是在第一，像距离远的救护车警笛声低。但然后它们听起来接近，再大声一点。我们知道他们是动物的吼叫声。"我希望它的狗!"肖恩喊道。"也许它是只是一些野生的狗"。我们挤在一起。我们都知道我们不在助听犬。我们听到狼的嚎叫声。所以闭上...如此接近我们能听到的苛刻、 浅呼吸之间的嚎叫。然后软紧缩的站在帐篷外的脚步声。他们在这里!呼啸的生物!帐篷的门帘被大风吹开。我的朋友们，我让外面叫喊。两名男子在黑色的皮夹克下身同行到我们的帐篷。其中提出之一手电筒。他慢慢地从面对面搬光。"是你的孩子好吗?"他问。"Wh-你是谁?"我问。"森林巡逻，"另一个人说。"是的。权利。森林巡逻，"他的搭档重复。他们都盯着我们太难。他们的眼睛根本是冷的不友好。"树林里真的不安全，"那人用手电筒说。"一点都不安全"。他的搭档点了点头。"第一件事清晨，你应该去你们这条路。它有就在上面。他指出。我们承诺我们会。我们感谢他们对我们检查。但我不喜欢他们盯着的方式。他们看起来不像护林。并尽快他们离开时，又开始了可怕的嚎叫。在我们周围的嚎叫。我们那天晚上没睡着。我们躺着，盯着帐篷墙，听听动物的嚎叫。第二天早上，只要阳光开始慢慢穿过树林，我们跳了起来。我们匆匆走出帐篷，开始打包。我开始折叠帐篷 — — 但停止当我看到一些奇怪的东西在地上。"嘿 — —!"我叫到芯片和肖恩。"看!"我指的脚印在松软的泥土里。从树林里导致了前面的两双我们的帐篷。护林的打印。www

結果 (中文) 3:

我笑了。“是啊。一群水牛，我们在帐篷里挣扎。的狂风不断吹出来的我们的手。我们终于得到了它的立场。但随后的风一直吹我们的篝火。我们吃完晚饭的时候，已经晚了。我们三个人都在打哈欠。我的肩膀疼
携带沉重的背包。我们决定爬进帐篷去睡觉。肖恩和芯片爬进里面。我开始跟着他们。我又有了奇怪的感觉。的刺在我的脖子后面。谁在看我们？
我眯起眼透过朦胧的黑暗中。我在我的呼吸中吸了一口气，当我看到暗灰色的圆里几双漂浮在树间的低。眼睛？我跳进帐篷里。我们睡在羊毛毯下的衣服上。羊毛毡发痒。帐篷里的露水是湿的。我们无法入睡。我们开始讲彼此的笑话。我们在开玩笑，很多人。
但我们停止大笑时的嚎叫开始。
起初他们都低，像救护车的警笛声在远处。但他们听起来更接近，更响亮。我们知道他们是动物的嚎叫。“我……希望它的狗！肖恩喊道。“也许它只是一些野生狗。”。我们都知道我们不是在听狗。我们听到狼嚎了。
如此接近……如此接近，我们可以听到刺耳的，浅呼吸间呼啸。然后在帐篷外的脚步声软。他们在这里！咆哮的生物！帐篷的皮瓣被吹开了。我的朋友和我发出尖叫声。
两只黑色的皮夹克的男人俯身在我们的帐篷里。其中一人举起了一个手电筒。他慢慢地从脸上移动到脸上。“你的孩子好吗？“他问。
“WH你是谁？“我问。“森林巡逻队，”另一个人说。“是啊。是的林巡，“他的伙伴重复。他们都盯着我们这么难。他们的眼睛冷，不友好。
“树林真的不安全，”有手电筒的人说。“一点都不安全。”。“早上第一件事，你应该让自己上路。就在那儿，他指了指。我们承诺我们会。我们感谢他们检查我们。但我不喜欢他们盯着的方式。他们看起来不像森林管理员。当他们离开时，可怕的嚎叫又开始了。我们周围所有的人。那晚我们根本没睡。我们躺在床上，盯着帐篷的墙壁，听
动物的嚎叫。
次日清晨，当阳光开始滴下来的树木，我们跳起来了。我们匆匆走出帐篷，开始收拾行李。
我开始折叠帐篷，但当我看到地面上有奇怪的东西时，就停了下来—！“我打电话给芯片和肖恩。“看！“我指的是软土里的脚印。从树林到我们帐篷前面的两只对。
森林流浪者的照片。
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