بَدَأَتْbeganمَوْلِيMollyتَتَمَلْمَلُto squirmوَتَقْفِزُand jump,,فَقَالَتْshe said:أَبَدًاNever!!لَمْdid notأَكُنْI beأَتَحَدَّثُtalkإِلَيْهِto him!!وَلَمْand did notيُداعِبْنِيplay with me!!هَذِهِTheseأَكَاذِيبُlies:
Molly began to squirm and jump, and she said: "Never! I did not talk to him! And he did not play with me! These are lies!"
مَوْلِيMolly..انْظُرِيLookإِلَىatجَيِّدًاwell..أَعْطِينِيGive meكَلِمَةَa wordالشَّرَفِof honorأَنَّهُthat heلَمْdid notيُداعِبْplay withخَطْمَكِyour muzzle
Molly. Look at me well. Give me your word of honor that he did not play with your muzzle.
أَكَاذِيبُLies..قَالَتْShe saidمَوْلِيMolly،,لَكِنَّهَاbut sheلَمْdid notتَسْتَطِعْcouldالنَّظَرَto lookإِلَىatكْلُوفَرClover,,وَبَعْدَand afterلَحْظَةٍa momentارتَدَتْshe turned backوَانْطَلَقَتْand ran offفِيinالْحُقُولِthe fields
"Lies," said Molly, but she could not look at Clover, and after a moment she turned back and ran off into the fields.
فَجْأَةًSuddenlyخَطَرَتْit occurredلِـtoكْلُوفَرCloverفِكْرَةٌan idea..وَمِنْAnd withoutأَنْthatتَكَلَّمَتْtalkالْآخَرِينَto the others،,ذَهَبَتْshe wentإِلَىtoمَرْبَطِstableمَوْلِيMolly،,وَبِضْرَبَةٍand with one kickمِنْofحَافِرِهَاher hoofقَلَبَتْturned overالتَّبْنَthe hay:كَانَتِIt wasقَدْthatأَخَفَتْhiddenتَحْتَunderالْمِحَافَةِthe blanketذَخِيرَةٌa stashصَغِيرَةٌsmallمِنْofقِطَعِsugar cubes،,وَأَيْضًاand alsoمَجْمُوعَةٌa bunchمِنْofالشَّرَائِطِribbonsبِأَلْوَانٍin colorsمُخْتَلِفَةٍdifferent
Suddenly Clover had an idea. And without talking to the others, she went to Molly's stable and with one kick from her hoof, she turned over the hay: she had hidden under the blanket a small stash of sugar cubes, and also a bunch of ribbons in different colors.
بَعْدَThreeذَلِكَdaysبِثَلاثَةِthreeأَيَّامٍdaysاخْتَفَتْMolly disappearedمَوْلِيMolly..وَطِيلَةَAnd forثَلاثَةِthreeأَسَابِيعٍweeksلَمْdid notيَعْرِفْknowأَيَّanyشَيْءٍthingعَنْaboutهِجْرَتِهَاher migrationإِلَّاexceptأَنْthatالْحَمَامَthe pigeonsقَالَsaidإِنَّهُthat heرَآهَاsaw herفِيinالْجَانِبِthe sideالْآخَرِthe otherمِنْofوَالْأَنْغَلْتُونِWellington،,تَجُرُّpullingعَرَبَةًa cartإنْجِلِيزِيَّةًEnglishمَصْبُوغَةًpaintedبِالْأَحْمَرِin redوَالْأَسْوَدِand black,,أَمَامَin front ofحَانَةٍa tavernرَجُلٍa manضَخْمٍhugeبِوَجْهٍwith a faceأَحْمَرَred,,يَلْبَسُwearingطَمَاقًاa shortsوَسَرْوَالًاand trousers،,لَهُhe hadمَظْهَرٌa lookصَاحِبَof an ownerحَانَةٍof a tavern,,يُداعِبُplaying withخَطْمَهَاher muzzleوَيُعْطِينِهَاand giving herقِطَعًاpiecesمِنْofالسُّكَّرِsugar..كَانَتْShe wasتَضَعُwearingثَوْبًاa dressقَصِيرًاshortجديدًاnewوَتَضَعُand puttingخَصْلَةًa lockقَرْمَزِيَّةًcrimsonلِلزِّيْنَةِfor decoration..كَانَتْShe wasتَبْدُوlookedسَعِيدَةًhappy،,حَسَبَaccording toالْحَمَامَthe pigeons..بَعْدَAfterذَلِكَthat،,وَإِلَىand foreverالأَبَدِnever،,لَمْdid notتَعُدَّcountالْحَيَوَانَاتِthe animalsتَعْرِفْknowعَنْهَاabout herأَيَّanyأَخْبَارٍnews
After that, the pigeons said they had seen her on the other side of Wellington, pulling an English cart painted red and black, in front of a huge man with a red face, wearing shorts and trousers, who looked like the owner of a tavern, playing with her muzzle and giving her pieces of sugar. She was wearing a new short dress and had a lock of crimson for decoration. She looked happy, according to the pigeons. After that, and forever, the animals did not know about her anymore.
كَانَJanuaryيَنَايِرwasحَقًّاreallyمِنْofأَسْوَأِthe worstالْفُصُولِseasonsالْبَرْدُthe coldقَارِسٌbitterيُجَمِّدُfreezesالدَّمَthe blood،,وَغَدَتْand becameالْأَرْضُthe groundصَلْبَةًhardمِثْلَlikeالْحَدِيدِiron،,مِمَّاmakingجَعَلَتِmadeالْعَمَلَworkفِيinالْحُقُولِthe fields
January was really one of the worst seasons; the cold froze the blood, and the ground became hard like iron, making work in the fields difficult.