半夜时分,我被屋外的响声吵醒了,我走到门外,看见父亲拿着猎枪站在台阶上。“什么事,爸爸?”我问道。“野狗,孩子。一定是那只吃了我们的羊的野狗。”父亲看着远处说。澳大利亚野狗的嚎叫声在寂静的夜晚显得尖厉而悠长。这声声的嚎叫正从两英里外的悬崖传到我们的房子。父亲举枪朝悬崖的方向一连放了几枪。“听到枪声,它一定会被吓跑的。”父亲说。第二天早上,我和父亲骑着马,沿着古老的山崖仔细 At midnight, I was awakened by the sound of the house outside. I walked outside and saw my father standing on the steps with a shotgun. “What’s the matter, dad?” I asked. “The wild dog, the child, must be the wild dog that eats our sheep.” “Father said, looking away. The howls of wild dogs in Australia appear sharp and long on silent nights. The sounding howl is coming to our house from the cliff two miles away. Father fired his gun in the direction of the cliff put a few shots. ”Hear the gunshot, it must be scared away.“ ”My father said. The next morning, my father and I rode horses carefully along the ancient cliffs