我的猫不吃老鼠,它不喜欢吃。它抓老鼠不过是为了拿来玩。当它玩够了,就饶恕老鼠性命,去别处遐思,身子坐在蜷曲的尾巴上,天真无邪。然而,由于猫的利爪,老鼠已死了喜鹊它全身漆黑。但是,它去年冬天是在田野上度过的,因此,身上还带着残雪。这种天气,是不能赶波昂杜到外头去的。风在门底下尖利呼啸,甚至逼迫它离开了草垫子,寻找着最合适的地方,把可爱的脑袋悄悄伸到我们座位中间。但是,我们都肘靠肘紧挨在一起俯身烤火,于是我给了波昂杜一个耳光。我的父亲用脚蹬开它。妈妈骂了它一顿。妹妹则递给它一个空杯子。 My cat does not eat mice, it does not like to eat. It grasps the mouse only for playing. When it is enough, forgive the mouse's life, to reverberate elsewhere, sitting on the curled tail, innocent. However, due to the cat's claws, the mouse has died of the magpie it's dark. However, it spent last winter in the fields, so it was still with canned snow. This kind of weather can not be penguoduo go outside. The wind whistled sharply under the door, even forcing it to leave the grass mat, looking for the most suitable place, the lovely head quietly stretched into the middle of our seats. But we all leaned against our elbows and bent over the fire, so I gave Paunda a slap in the face. My father kicked it open with his foot. Mom scolded it. Sister handed it an empty cup.