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“Dad，” he said， “There’s a dinosaur living in the garage.”
“爸爸，”他说，“车库里有一只恐龙。”
“Is there really， Jake？” said his dad. “That’s interesting. Now go away and play. Daddy’s busy now.” Jake’s dad went back to reading his newspaper.
“真的吗，杰克？”他父亲说。“那很有意思。现在走开自己去玩吧，爸爸现在很忙。”杰克的父亲又看起了报纸。
Jake thought that there was a dinosaur in the garage for some time. A few weeks ago， behind the old bicycle he used to ride when he was small， there was a big bag with the tent in it. They had only used it once on a camping holiday and his dad then said， “Forget this！I’m never going camping again！Next year we’re staying in a hotel like other people！” Jake had found a big egg in the bag. At first， Jake thought that it was a broken football. But when he went to touch3 it， the thing was all hard， not like a football at all. It felt more like a kind of egg and he couldn’t see a hole in it anywhere. No， Jake—being a clever boy—right now realised4 that it wasn’t a football at all. It was an egg. He didn’t tell anyone at the time， because he thought that his mum and dad would think that he was lying5 again. His mum and dad always thought that he was lying. “Telling stories” they called it.
“爸爸，”他说，“车库里有一只恐龙。”
“Is there really， Jake？” said his dad. “That’s interesting. Now go away and play. Daddy’s busy now.” Jake’s dad went back to reading his newspaper.
“真的吗，杰克？”他父亲说。“那很有意思。现在走开自己去玩吧，爸爸现在很忙。”杰克的父亲又看起了报纸。
Jake thought that there was a dinosaur in the garage for some time. A few weeks ago， behind the old bicycle he used to ride when he was small， there was a big bag with the tent in it. They had only used it once on a camping holiday and his dad then said， “Forget this！I’m never going camping again！Next year we’re staying in a hotel like other people！” Jake had found a big egg in the bag. At first， Jake thought that it was a broken football. But when he went to touch3 it， the thing was all hard， not like a football at all. It felt more like a kind of egg and he couldn’t see a hole in it anywhere. No， Jake—being a clever boy—right now realised4 that it wasn’t a football at all. It was an egg. He didn’t tell anyone at the time， because he thought that his mum and dad would think that he was lying5 again. His mum and dad always thought that he was lying. “Telling stories” they called it.