小米沙和斯大西克坐在园子里的长椅上谈话。他们并不像别的孩子那样谈些普通的话,而是你一句来我一句去地说大话,仿佛在那儿争吵谁吹得过谁似的。“你几岁啦?”小米沙问。“九十五岁。你呢?”“我一百四十岁。告诉你,”小米沙说,“从前我很大很大,跟波略叔叔一样,后来变小了。”“我呐,”斯大西克说,“起初身子小,后来长大了,后来又缩小了,现在我马上又要大起来。”“我是大人的时候,我能游过整条河。”小米沙说。“嘿!我游得过海!” Millet and Stoswick sit on the benches in the garden. They do not talk like ordinary children like other children, but you say a word to me to say something, as if there was a quarrel who blew who like. “How old are you?” Asked millet sand. “I am a hundred and forty years old, tell you, ” said Mi Xiaisha, “I used to be very large, like Uncle Polo, and later smaller. ”“ ”I na, “ Stoswick said, ”was initially small, and later grew up, and then reduced, and now I want to get up again. “ ”When I was an adult, I can Swim across the river. “Millet said. ”Hey! I swim too!"