owen的打印版准备
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准备修复原貌~~~主要是字体的原貌~~~
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（文本经过与音频的校对，有几处低级错误，真是让人失望~~~有错误的东西为什么这么草率的发上网来~~~~~~~~）
| OWEN 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. Inside, outside, upside down. “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, bu the Blanket Fairy would leave an absolutely wonderful, positively perfect, especially terrific big-boy 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,”said Owen. “Fuzzy is perfect.” And Fuzzy was. Fuzzy played Captain Plunger with Owen. Fuzzy helped Owen become invisible. And Fuzzy was essential when it came to nail clippings and haircuts and trips to the dentist. “Can’t be a baby forever,”said Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t you heard of the vinegar trick?” Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs. Tweezers filled them in. When Owen wasn’t looking, his father dipped Owen’s favourite corner of Fuzzy into a jar of vinegar. Owen sniffed it and smelled I and sniffed it. He picked a new favourite corner. Then he rubbed the smelly corner all arround his 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. He sucked it. And Hugged it. And twisted it. “What are we going to do?”asked Owen’s mother. “School is starting soon,”said Owen’s father. “Can’t bring a blanket to school,”said Mrs Tweezers. “Haven’t you heard of saying no?” Owen’s parents hadn’t. Mrs. Tweezers filled them in. “I have to bring Fuzzy to school,”said Owen. “No.”said Owen’s mother. “No.”said Owen’s 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!” It was an absolutely wonderful, positively perfect, especially terrific idea. First she snipped. And then she sewed. Then she snipped again and sewed some more . Snip, snip, snip. Sew, sew, sew. “Dry your eyes.” “Wipe your nose.” Horray, hooray, hooray! Now Owen carries one of his not/so/fuzzy handkerchiefs with him where he goes. And Mrs. Tweezers doesn’t say a thing. |
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