它的腿没断。它不是无家可归。

Its leg was not broken. It was not homeless.

它在我手中死死蜷紧，一个活生生的畏缩。

It clenched in my hands, a living flinch.

你不能爱得这么深而且还活着，

You cannot love so much and live,

它低声说，它的脊椎像牙齿哒哒有声。

it whispered, its spines clicking like teeth.

我拿来一个纸板盒让它躲着它自己。

I hid it from itself in a cardboard box.

一夜之间它细细咬出一个洞悄悄溜走。

Overnight it nibbled a hole and slipped away.

我哭了很久以致于妈妈觉得我再也不会停住。

I cried so much my mother thought I’d never stop.

她说，你不能这样去爱——可是仍然

She said, you cannot love so - and yet

我长到了常人的尺寸，并且用我的那么多刺

I grew to average size and amused a lot of people

和好多次绝妙的逃跑，逗笑过许多人。

with my prickliness and brilliant escapes