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启发推荐：谁也别想拆散阿文和他的小毯子
Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket. He’d had it since he was a baby. He loved it with all his heart.
“Fuzzy goes where I go，” said Owen. And Fuzzy did. Upstairs， downstairs， in between.
“Fuzzy likes what I like，” said Owen. And Fuzzy did. Orange juice， grape juice， chocolate milk. Ice cream， peanut butter， applesauce cake.
“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around？” asked Mrs Tweezers. “Haven’t you heard of the Blanket Fairy？” Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs Tweezers filled them in.
That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy under his pillow. In the morning Fuzzy would be gone， but the Blanket Fairy would leave an absolutely wonderful gift in its place.
Owen stuffed Fuzzy inside his pajama pants and went to sleep.
“No Blanket Fairy，” said Owen in the morning. “No kidding，” said Owen’s mother. “No wonder，” said Owen’s father.
“Fuzzy’s dirty，” said Owen’s mother. “Fuzzy’s torn and ratty，” said Owen’s father. “No， Fuzzy is perfect.” said Owen.
Fuzzy played Captain Plunger with Owen. Fuzzy helped Owen become invisible.
阿文有一条黄色的小毯子，当他还是小宝宝的时候，他就有了这条小毯子，阿文非常喜欢它。
不管是上下楼梯，在家里、在外面，阿文说：“我去哪里，小毯子就去哪里。”
不管是橘子汁、葡萄汁、巧克力奶，或者是冰淇淋、花生酱、苹果酱蛋糕，阿文总是说：“我喜欢的东西，小毯子都喜欢。”
特蕾瑟夫人忍不住说话了：“阿文长大了，怎么还带着毯子到处走呢？你们没有听过毛毯小精灵的故事吗？”阿文的爸爸妈妈摇摇头，特蕾瑟夫人教了教他们。
这天晚上，爸爸妈妈告诉阿文说如果他把小毯子放在枕头下，第二天早上，小毯子就不见了，但是毛毯小精灵会留给他一个非常棒的礼物。
睡觉前，阿文却把小毯子塞进了睡裤里。
第二天早上，阿文拿出小毯子说：“根本没有毛毯小精灵。”妈妈说：“你怎么把毛毯塞在裤子里？”老爸说：“难怪……”
妈妈说：“小毯子脏了。”爸爸说：“小毯子又破又旧。”阿文说：“不，小毯子很好啊！”
小毯子可以当披风。小毯子可以把阿文藏起来。
And Fuzzy was essential when it came to nail clippings and haircuts and trips to the dentist.
“Can’t be a baby forever， haven’t you heard of the vinegar trick？” said Mrs Tweezers. Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs Tweezers filled them in.
When Owen wasn’t looking， his father dipped Owen’s favorite corner of Fuzzy into a jar of vinegar. Owen sniffed it and smelled it and sniffed it. He picked a new favorite corner.
Then he rubbed the smelly corner all around the sandbox， buried it in the garden， and dug it up again. “Good as new，” said Owen.
Fuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy anymore. But Owen didn’t mind. He carried it. And wore it. And dragged it.
“What are we going to do？ School is starting soon，” asked Owen’s mother and father. “Can’t bring a blanket to school， haven’t you heard of ‘saying no’？” said Mrs Tweezers. Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs Tweezers filled them in. “I have to bring Fuzzy to school，” said Owen. “No，” said Owen’s mother and father. Owen buried his face in Fuzzy. He started to cry and would not stop.
“Don’t worry，” said Owen’s mother. “It’ll be all right，” said Owen’s father. And then suddenly Owen’s mother said， “I have an idea！”
First mother snipped. And then she sewed. Then she snipped again and sewed some more. Snip， snip， snip. Sew， sew， sew.
Owen’s mother said， “Dry your eyes. Wipe your nose.” And Owen yelled， “Hooray， hooray， hooray！”
Now Owen carries one of his not-so-fuzzy handkerchiefs with him wherever he goes.
And Mrs Tweezers doesn’t say a thing.
阿文剪头发、看牙齿的时候，都把小毯子带在身边。
特蕾瑟夫人说话了：“阿文不能永远像个长不大的孩子，你们试过泡醋的方法吗？”阿文的爸爸妈妈摇摇头，特蕾瑟夫人教了教他们。
趁阿文不注意的时候，爸爸把小毯子的一角，阿文最喜欢的一角，泡在酸醋里。阿文找到了小毯子，闻了闻，重新选了一个角。
阿文把小毯子放进沙堆里搓一搓，又把它埋在花园里，然后挖出来，闻一闻说：“像新的一样了。”
虽然小毯子已不再毛茸茸，但是阿文一点也不在乎。每天带着它，披着它，抱着它。
“快开学了，怎么办呢？”阿文的爸爸妈妈担心地问。特蕾瑟夫人说：“不可以让阿文带着小毯子上学，你们对他直接说过‘不行’吗？”阿文的爸爸妈妈摇摇头，特蕾瑟夫人教了教他们。
阿文说：“我要带小毯子上学。”“不行！”妈妈爸爸说。阿文听了，用小毯子遮住脸，伤心地哭个不停。
妈妈说：“乖，不要哭。”爸爸说：“我们再想想看。”忽然，妈妈大叫：“哎呀！我有个好办法！”
妈妈把小毯子剪成一块一块的，再用缝纫机把四个边儿缝起来。妈妈剪啊剪，缝啊缝。
手帕做好了，妈妈说：“小手帕，擦擦眼泪，擦擦鼻。”阿文高兴地说：“好哇，好哇，好哇！”
现在，不管阿文走到哪里，身上都带着一块不太毛茸茸的小手帕。
特蕾瑟夫人也不再多话了。
Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket. He’d had it since he was a baby. He loved it with all his heart.
“Fuzzy goes where I go，” said Owen. And Fuzzy did. Upstairs， downstairs， in between.
“Fuzzy likes what I like，” said Owen. And Fuzzy did. Orange juice， grape juice， chocolate milk. Ice cream， peanut butter， applesauce cake.
“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around？” asked Mrs Tweezers. “Haven’t you heard of the Blanket Fairy？” Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs Tweezers filled them in.
That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy under his pillow. In the morning Fuzzy would be gone， but the Blanket Fairy would leave an absolutely wonderful gift in its place.
Owen stuffed Fuzzy inside his pajama pants and went to sleep.
“No Blanket Fairy，” said Owen in the morning. “No kidding，” said Owen’s mother. “No wonder，” said Owen’s father.
“Fuzzy’s dirty，” said Owen’s mother. “Fuzzy’s torn and ratty，” said Owen’s father. “No， Fuzzy is perfect.” said Owen.
Fuzzy played Captain Plunger with Owen. Fuzzy helped Owen become invisible.
阿文有一条黄色的小毯子，当他还是小宝宝的时候，他就有了这条小毯子，阿文非常喜欢它。
不管是上下楼梯，在家里、在外面，阿文说：“我去哪里，小毯子就去哪里。”
不管是橘子汁、葡萄汁、巧克力奶，或者是冰淇淋、花生酱、苹果酱蛋糕，阿文总是说：“我喜欢的东西，小毯子都喜欢。”
特蕾瑟夫人忍不住说话了：“阿文长大了，怎么还带着毯子到处走呢？你们没有听过毛毯小精灵的故事吗？”阿文的爸爸妈妈摇摇头，特蕾瑟夫人教了教他们。
这天晚上，爸爸妈妈告诉阿文说如果他把小毯子放在枕头下，第二天早上，小毯子就不见了，但是毛毯小精灵会留给他一个非常棒的礼物。
睡觉前，阿文却把小毯子塞进了睡裤里。
第二天早上，阿文拿出小毯子说：“根本没有毛毯小精灵。”妈妈说：“你怎么把毛毯塞在裤子里？”老爸说：“难怪……”
妈妈说：“小毯子脏了。”爸爸说：“小毯子又破又旧。”阿文说：“不，小毯子很好啊！”
小毯子可以当披风。小毯子可以把阿文藏起来。
And Fuzzy was essential when it came to nail clippings and haircuts and trips to the dentist.
“Can’t be a baby forever， haven’t you heard of the vinegar trick？” said Mrs Tweezers. Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs Tweezers filled them in.
When Owen wasn’t looking， his father dipped Owen’s favorite corner of Fuzzy into a jar of vinegar. Owen sniffed it and smelled it and sniffed it. He picked a new favorite corner.
Then he rubbed the smelly corner all around the sandbox， buried it in the garden， and dug it up again. “Good as new，” said Owen.
Fuzzy wasn’t very fuzzy anymore. But Owen didn’t mind. He carried it. And wore it. And dragged it.
“What are we going to do？ School is starting soon，” asked Owen’s mother and father. “Can’t bring a blanket to school， haven’t you heard of ‘saying no’？” said Mrs Tweezers. Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs Tweezers filled them in. “I have to bring Fuzzy to school，” said Owen. “No，” said Owen’s mother and father. Owen buried his face in Fuzzy. He started to cry and would not stop.
“Don’t worry，” said Owen’s mother. “It’ll be all right，” said Owen’s father. And then suddenly Owen’s mother said， “I have an idea！”
First mother snipped. And then she sewed. Then she snipped again and sewed some more. Snip， snip， snip. Sew， sew， sew.
Owen’s mother said， “Dry your eyes. Wipe your nose.” And Owen yelled， “Hooray， hooray， hooray！”
Now Owen carries one of his not-so-fuzzy handkerchiefs with him wherever he goes.
And Mrs Tweezers doesn’t say a thing.
阿文剪头发、看牙齿的时候，都把小毯子带在身边。
特蕾瑟夫人说话了：“阿文不能永远像个长不大的孩子，你们试过泡醋的方法吗？”阿文的爸爸妈妈摇摇头，特蕾瑟夫人教了教他们。
趁阿文不注意的时候，爸爸把小毯子的一角，阿文最喜欢的一角，泡在酸醋里。阿文找到了小毯子，闻了闻，重新选了一个角。
阿文把小毯子放进沙堆里搓一搓，又把它埋在花园里，然后挖出来，闻一闻说：“像新的一样了。”
虽然小毯子已不再毛茸茸，但是阿文一点也不在乎。每天带着它，披着它，抱着它。
“快开学了，怎么办呢？”阿文的爸爸妈妈担心地问。特蕾瑟夫人说：“不可以让阿文带着小毯子上学，你们对他直接说过‘不行’吗？”阿文的爸爸妈妈摇摇头，特蕾瑟夫人教了教他们。
阿文说：“我要带小毯子上学。”“不行！”妈妈爸爸说。阿文听了，用小毯子遮住脸，伤心地哭个不停。
妈妈说：“乖，不要哭。”爸爸说：“我们再想想看。”忽然，妈妈大叫：“哎呀！我有个好办法！”
妈妈把小毯子剪成一块一块的，再用缝纫机把四个边儿缝起来。妈妈剪啊剪，缝啊缝。
手帕做好了，妈妈说：“小手帕，擦擦眼泪，擦擦鼻。”阿文高兴地说：“好哇，好哇，好哇！”
现在，不管阿文走到哪里，身上都带着一块不太毛茸茸的小手帕。
特蕾瑟夫人也不再多话了。