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作者信息

作者：克蕾西达·考威尔（原著）

译者：学有所长 

译文：

第二天，霍里根人准备要与恐惧龙开战了。无牙拒绝参战。

“那个大坏恐惧龙到港口又不是无牙的错。这不是无牙的事情。”无牙躲在暖和的被子下面抽着鼻子说。

“好吧。”小嗝嗝说，“你要是不想帮忙的话就留在这里吧，但是不准离开房子，无牙。我的父亲已经对你非常生气了。”

小嗝嗝穿着战斗服装的样子很傻。他瘦得皮带总是从臀部掉下去然后绊倒他自己。

“无牙会听话的。无牙是只乖龙龙。”无牙说。“我不会乱咬东西，不会随地大小便，不会乱烧东西，无牙很懂事……”

但是无牙刚听到小嗝嗝走出门口的脚步声，随后听到山下维京人们轰轰烈烈地前往港口的声音，无牙就把鼻子从被子下面探了出来。

“可怜的无牙饿了。”他抱怨道，“谁都不在乎可怜的无牙会不会饿死。他们都太自私了……”无牙的胖胖的肚子抱怨了一声，就好像也同意他的说法一样。无牙安慰地拍了拍肚子。“不要担心，亲爱的小肚子……无牙会喂饱你的……你可以对无牙放心……”

他突然激动地尖叫一声。他刚刚想起来了。几个月前，他把三个蛋就埋在大礼堂门口外面。无牙经常像这样藏一些小点心，好日后享用。但是因为恐惧龙那个大事，他把这件小事完全忘记了。

无牙穿过空荡荡的大礼堂中的烟雾。在大礼堂前面有一小片由草和荆豆和欧洲蕨长成的矮草丛，无牙在上面盘旋着，他的青色的锐利的双眼搜索这什么。最终，他找到了合适的地方，然后开始奋力用他的前爪开始挖掘。

草丛猛烈摇动了几分钟，泥巴像泥火山一样从地上喷出。最终无牙挖出来了三个大蛋。蛋是美丽的浅黄绿色，表面点缀着些许棕灰色斑点。无牙用他分叉的舌头舔了舔嘴唇，口水已经从嘴里涌出。食物啊。

无牙最喜欢美味的蛋了。煮蛋，炸蛋，嫩蛋，无论是怎么做的，无牙都来者不拒。

但是无牙特别喜欢烤蛋，在经过恰到好处的加热过后，蛋黄还没完全凝固，但是蛋白已经熟了，这是最美味的。

无牙用鼻尖和翅膀把蛋推向大礼堂打开的门口。同时移动三个蛋很困难，因为他们很容易就朝不同方向滚了，而且他得很小心，免得弄破蛋。他把蛋推过大门之后就简单多了，因为大礼堂里面是平坦的土质地面，很适合推蛋。无牙胜利地把蛋推过地面，一个，两个，三个，全都正中火炉中间的火焰灰烬中。

然后，无牙贪婪地咕咕叫着，轻轻地用翅膀把灰烬都聚到蛋的周围，让蛋完全埋在热的灰里。（无牙的皮肤和所有的龙皮一样，都是相对耐火的，所以他这么做不会伤到他自己。）

无牙满意地尖叫着，流着激动的口水。他一只腿站在烤肉杆上，深情地对着那堆灰烬眨着眼睛，等待着蛋被烤熟。

原文：

The next day, the Hooligans got ready for war against the Dreader, and Toothless refused to go.

“Is not Toothless’s fault that bully Dreader is in the Harbour, Nothing to ho with Toothless,’ Toothless sniffed from under the nice warm covers.

‘OK,’ said Hiccup, ‘You stay here if you don’t want to help, but DON’T LEAVE THIS ROOM, TOOTHLESS.My father is cross enough with you already.’

Hiccup looked very silly in his battle kit. He was now so skinny his belt kept slipping down over his hips and tripping him up.

‘T-T-Toothless do as he’s told. Toothless a good dragon,’ said Toothless, ‘n-n-no chewing, n-n-no pooing, no burning. Toothless knows...’

But as soon as Toothless heard Hiccup’s footsteps padding out the front door, and the sound of those Hooligans thundering down the hillside towards the Harbour, Toothless poked out his snout from under the covers.

‘P-p-poor Toothless is hungry,'he moaned.'Nobody cares about poor Toothless starving to death. They all so S-S-Selfish...’ Toothless’s fat little belly gave a protesting rumble, as if in agreement. Toothless patted it comfortingly. ‘D-d-don't you worry, lovely little tummy... Toothless’ll feed you... You can rely on Toothless...’

He gave a sudden squeal of excitement. He had just remembered. A couple of months ago, he had buried three eggs just outside the Great Hall. Toothless often hid little snacks like this, so that he could enjoy them at a later date, but with all the excitement about the Dreader he had completely forgotten about this particular little treat.

Toothless swooped through the smoke in the empty hall and out through the open door. There was a scrabbly patch of grass and gorse bushes and bracken in front of the Great Hall, and Toothless flew over it several times, his sharp little greengage eyes searching for something. Eventually he found the right spot, and started digging vigorously with his front paws.

The ferns shook maniacally for a couple of minutes, mud spraying upwards like a dirt volcano, until Toothless unearthed three large eggs, a beautiful lime green in colour, and lightly speckled with pale-brown freckles. Toothless licked his lips with his forked tongue, mouth watering already. FOOD.

There was nothing Toothless liked more than a delicious egg. Boiled eggs, fried eggs, coddled eggs, you name it, Toothless liked them any way at all.

But Toothless was particularly fond of a baked egg, cooked for just long enough that the yoke was still runny but the white was firm and scrumptious.

Toothless began to roll the eggs towards the open door of the Great Hall, using the end of his snout and his wings. It was quite tricky rolling three of them at once, as they tended to go off in opposite directions, and he had to be very gentle, for fear of cracking them. Once he’d got them through the front door it was easier, for the Great Hall had a smooth dirt floor, just right for rolling. Triumphantly, Toothless rolled the eggs over the floor, and one, two, three, right into the ashes of the fire smoking on the hearthstone.

Then, cooing with greed, he tenderly scooped the ash over them with his wings, so that they were completely buried in the hot grey dust. (Toothless’s skin, like all dragonskin, was fairly fireproof, so he could do this without hurting himself)

Chirruping with satisfaction, and drooling with excitement, Toothless perched on one leg on top of the meat-spit, to wait for them to cook, blinking fondly at the little mounds in the ash.