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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：

这个小家伙每叫一声“爸爸！”都用头撞一次困住它的蛋壳，直到最后咔嚓一声，这只龙展开它的湿漉漉的小翅膀，然后蛋壳彻底裂成一堆绿色的碎片。

这只龙远比它的蛋小，就略比一只小鸡小鸭大一点点，但是也大不了多少。它浑身都是黄绿色的粘液。它抖开它像扇贝礁一样橙黄色的翅膀，甩了无牙一身的粘液。

“恶——恶心。”无牙抱怨道。

小龙笑了笑。“爸爸，”它抬起头亲切地看着他，又一次叫道。

无牙吓坏了。“我？无牙才不是你的爸爸。无牙讨厌宝宝……”

小龙宝宝没有理会他说的这句话，而是继续热情地跳向无牙。“爸爸！”

咔嚓！咔嚓！咔嚓！

房间另一头的另外两个蛋也裂了开来。

“爸爸！”

“爸爸！”

又两只小龙从它们的蛋壳残片中跳了出来，然后摇摇摆摆地跳向无牙。

第二只相对来说更偏黄色而不是绿色，而且头非常扁，因为它在蛋里的时候一直在撞蛋壳。第三只稍微更小一些，是亮蓝色的，它总是跌倒，因为它的腿有些抖。而且它一直在打嗝。它很喜欢不受控制地往前冲，就好像它的腿想自己跑掉一样，但是最终它总会歪向左边然后一屁股跌到地上，然后惊讶地叫一声“啊哦！”不过我也不知道为什么它会惊讶，因为差不多每过两分钟它就跌倒一次，所以重复了这么多遍它早该习惯了。

而且它还有重感冒，所以在“嗝！”“啊哦！”和“嗷！”之间还会穿插几声“阿嚏！”

“爸爸！”第二只龙粗声叫道。

“是我们的爸爸！嗝！啊哦……嗷……阿嚏！”第三只说。

“无牙不是你们的爸爸。”无牙坚定地说，但是看到这些小家伙甩着一身的绿色粘液冲向他的样子，他还是被逼得后退。

“无牙不喜欢小宝宝……宝宝又恶心又臊，还湿乎乎的……”

这些宝宝们确实如此。它们抖着一身恶心的黏糊糊的东西冲向无牙。无牙只能突然起飞。然后那只小蓝龙和另外几只撞在了一起。无牙飞到房梁上，然后低头愤怒地看着它们。它们还不会飞，所以它们没法跟上去。他们只能在原地跳着，拼命地叫着。

无牙用翅膀包住脑袋，假装睡觉。

五分钟之后它们还在那里叫个不停，而且跳得比之前还更卖力了。“爸爸！爸爸！爸爸！”

啊，讨厌。

要是他一直身后都被这群软萌的小龙跟着，那他这辈子都无颜出现在别的龙面前了。

“走开啊！无牙不是你们的爸爸……无牙只是想吃你们……无牙现在也还是可以吃了你们……”无牙在房梁上喊道。

其实，虽说无牙几乎什么都吃，但是他也还是有底线，不会吃掉认他作爸爸的小龙宝宝的。不过，从无牙歇息的地方，他可以清楚看到一闪高高的窗户外面的景象。

从窗户看出去，他看见了一段距离外有一只红色的龙正飞向这间屋子。

萤火虫。

萤火虫会解决掉这个问题的。你看，萤火虫是一只凶魇龙，她才不像无牙这个奇葩一样还会感到良心不安。她吞掉这三只可爱得无法容忍的小龙要的时间，甚至比普通龙挠耳朵的时间还短。而且在萤火虫看来，可能越可爱还越好呢。

无牙笑了。她绝对是朝他们飞过来，可能是指望史图伊克早饭会不会还剩了点什么渣渣。无牙舒服地坐在房梁上，等着她现身。要是萤火虫把它们吃了，那也不算他的错，对吧？

等萤火虫看到这些小宝宝，它们就绝对完了……

原文：

With every ‘Papa!’ the tiny creature head-butted the shell that was still partly encasing him, until with a final CRACKI the dragon unfolded its wet little wings and the egg fell apart entirely into tiny smashed pieces of green.

The dragon was far smaller than the size of the egg that had encased it, a little larger perhaps than a baby chick or duckling, but not a lot. It was covered all over with lime-green goo, and as it shook out its wings, the startling orange of a scallop coral, it flung a fine rain of gooey stuff over Toothless himself.

‘Y-y-yucky,’ groaned Toothless.

The little dragon grinned. ‘Papa,’ it repeated, looking up at him lovingly.

Toothless was horrified. ‘Me? Toothless not your P-p-papa. Toothless HATES babies...’

The dragon baby ignored this and hopped towards Toothless enthusiastically. ‘Papa!’

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The other two eggs split apart too, on opposite sides of the room.

‘Papa!’

‘Papa!’

Two more little dragon babies hopped out of the smashed remains of their shells and hopped unsteadily towards Toothless.

The second one was yellow rather than green and had a remarkably flat head, because it had spent its egg-hood bashing against the walls of the shell. The third was a bit smaller and bright blue and kept on falling over because it had a rather wobbly leg, and a permanent case of the hiccups. It tended to charge ahead in an uncontrolled fashion as if its legs had run away with it, before listing to the left and landing on its bottom and saying ‘Whoops!’ in a surprised fashion. Although why it was surprised I have no idea, because it fell over pretty much every two minutes, so it shouldn’t have been much of a shock when it did it again.

It also had a terrible cold, so every now and then it added ‘Aaatishoo!’ to the ‘Hic!’, ‘Whoops’ and ‘Ow!’s.

‘Papa!’ squealed the second one gruffly. ‘It’s our Papa,! Hic! Whoops... Ow... ATISHOOl’ said the third one.

‘Toothless N-N-NOT your Papa,’ said Toothless firmly, but backing away nonetheless as the little creatures rushed towards him in a flurry of green goo.

‘Toothless not like babies... B-b-babies is yucky and wet, And ever so soppy...’

These babies were certainly all that, but they carried on rushing towards him in a yucky soppy gooey mess nonetheless, and he had to take off suddenly so that the little blue one bashed into all the others, and Toothless flapped up to perch on one of the ceiling beams and blinked down at them furiously. They couldn’t yet fly, so they couldn’t follow him, they just leapt up and down, cheeping and clicking furiously.

Toothless tucked his head under his wing and pretended to go to sleep.

Five minutes later they were still there, cheeping and clicking, and bouncing more hysterically than ever. ‘Papa! Papa! Papa!’

Oh, fish-hooks.

Toothless would never live it down with the other dragons if he kept on being followed about by soppy little dragon babies.

‘GO AWAY! Toothless NOT your Papa...Toothless just tried to eat you... Toothless could still eat you...’ Toothless shouted down from the roof beam.

In fact, Toothless ate pretty much anything but even he drew the line at baby dragons who thought you were their father. However, from Toothless’s perch he had a great view out of one of the high windows.

Through the window, he caught sight of a red dragon flying towards the house, still some distance away.

Fireworm.

Fireworm would take care of the problem. You see, Fireworm was a Monstrous Nightmare and did not suffer from any of Toothless’s rare qualms of conscience, and she would gobble up three insufferably cute little dragons in less time than it took a dragon to scratch its own ear. The cuter the better, as far as Fireworm was concerned.

Toothless grinned. She was definitely flying their way, probably hoping that Stoick had left some titbits over from breakfast. Toothless settled down more comfortably on the roof beam to wait for her to show up. It wouldn’t be his fault if Fireworm decided to eat them, would it?

The moment that Fireworm set eyes on those babies, they would be doomed…