战前,我曾有一只松鼠。它原先的主人在我上车的时候非常巧妙地把它当作一份礼物悄悄塞进我的大衣口袋里,当时,我已经相继欣赏然而谢绝了一头滑头滑脑、气味很重的北美浣熊,一只年满周岁的豹猫,一头四个月大的小母狮和一只像生菜盆一般大、人家向我保证会伸出爪子的名叫阿纳的癞蛤蟆。我曾在其他地方谈起过这只巴西松鼠,它全身呈深铜绿色,高高翘起的尾巴顶端和腹部呈红色。兴许我这样描绘它嫌早了点儿,其实我对它并没有一个基 Before the war, I had a squirrel. Its original owner, while I was on the bus, cleverly snuck it into my coat pocket as a gift, at which time I had admired but declined a slick, smelly North American raccoon, A year-old leopard cat, a four-month-old little lioness and a big lettuce basin as a whole, people assured me that they will reach out to the claws named Ana toad. I’ve talked about this Brazilian squirrel elsewhere. It’s deep greenish-green, its top with its tall, cocked tail and its abdomen red. Maybe I painted it a little too early, in fact I did not have a basis for it