cross 짜증난, 약간 화가 난
barley 보리
Then, one Saturday morning, I saw Philip and William coming out of the woods with their father, and they were carrying a lovely young deer.
This made me so cross that I started shouting at them. - P3
‘No! No! No!‘ called out Mr and Mrs Gregg, both together. ‘Don‘t shoot! Please don‘t shoot!‘
‘Why not?‘ said one of the ducks. It was the one who wasn‘t holding a gun. ‘You are always shooting at us.‘
‘Oh, but that‘s not the same!‘ said Mr Gregg.
‘We are allowed to shoot ducks!‘
‘Who allows you?" asked the duck.
‘We allow each other,‘ said Mr Gregg.
‘Very nice,‘ said the duck. ‘And now we are going to allow each other to shoot you.‘
(I would have loved to have seen Mr Gregg‘s face just then.)
‘Oh, please!‘ cried Mrs Gregg. ‘My two little children are up here with us! You wouldn‘t shoot my children!‘ - P40
And in the middle of the yard stood Philip and William, with a sack of their father‘s best barley beside them. They were surrounded by ducks, doves, pigeons, sparrows, robins, larks, and many other kinds that I did not know, and the birds were eating the barley that the boys were scattering by the handful. - P52
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