畫貓的男孩

Once there was a boy who loved to draw. His name was Joji.

Joji grew up on a farm with lots of brothers and sisters. The others were a big help to their father and mother. But not Joji！

He did nothing for hours but draw in the dirt with a stick. And what Joji drew was just one thing.

Cats.

Cats， cats， and more cats. Small cats， big cats， thin cats， fat cats. Cats， cats， cats， cats， cats.

“Joji，” his father told him， “you must stop drawing all those cats！ How will you ever be a farmer？”

“I’m sorry， Father. I’ll try to stop.”

And he did try. But whenever Joji saw one of the farm cats go by， he forgot about his chores and drew another cat.

“Joji will never make a farmer，” said the farmer sadly to his wife.

“Maybe he could be a priest，” she told him. “Why don’t you take him to the temple？”

So the farmer brought Joji to the priest at the village temple. The priest said， “I will gladly teach him.”

From then on， Joji lived at the temple. The priest gave him lessons in reading and writing. Joji had his own box of writing tools， with a brush and an ink stick and a stone.

Joji loved to make the ink. He poured water in the hollow of the stone. He dipped the ink stick in the water. Then he rubbed the stick on the stone. And there was the ink for his brush！

Now， the other students worked hard at their writing. But not Joji！ With his brush and rice paper， he did nothing for hours but draw. And what Joji drew was just one thing.

Cats.

Cats， cats， and more cats. Small cats， big cats， thin cats， fat cats. Cats， cats， cats， cats， cats.

“Joji，” the priest told him， “you must stop drawing all those cats！ How will you ever be a priest？”

“I’m sorry， honorable sir. I’ll try to stop.”

And he did try. But whenever Joji saw one of the temple cats go by， he forgot about his writing and drew another cat.

That was bad enough. Then Joji started drawing on the 1）folding screens of the temple. Soon there were cats on all the rice-paper panels. They were everywhere！

“Joji， you’ll never make a priest，” the priest told him sadly. “You’ll just have to go home.”

Joji went to his room and packed his things. But he was afraid to go home. He knew his father would be angry.

Then he remembered another temple in a village nearby. “Maybe I can stay with the priest there.”

Joji started out walking. It was already night when he got to the other village.

He climbed the steps to the temple and knocked. There was no answer. He opened the heavy door. It was all dark inside.

“That’s strange，” said Joji. “Why isn’t anyone here？”

He lit a lamp by the door. Then he saw something that made him clap. All around the big room were folding screens with empty rice-paper panels.

Joji got out his writing box and made some ink. Then he dipped in his brush and started to draw. And what Joji drew was just one thing.

Cats.

Cats， cats， and more cats. Small cats， big cats， thin cats， fat cats. Cats， cats， cats， cats， cats.

The screen he drew on last was almost as long as the room itself. Joji covered it with one gigantic cat—the biggest and most beautiful cat he had ever drawn.

Now Joji was tired. He started to lie down. But something about the big room bothered him.

“I’ll find someplace smaller.”

He found a 2）cozy closet and settled inside. Then he slid shut the panel door and went to sleep.

Late that night， Joji awoke in fright.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

It sounded like a large， fierce animal in the temple！ Now he knew why no one was there. He wished he wasn’t there either！

He heard the thing 3）sniff around the big room. It halted right in front of the closet. Then all at once . . .

Yowl！

There was a sound of struggling， and a roar of surprise and pain. Then a huge 4）thud that shook the floor.

Then a soft treading sound. Then silence.

Joji lay trembling in the dark. He stayed there for hours， afraid to look out of the closet.

At last， daylight showed at the edge of the door. Joji carefully slid the door open and peered out.

In the middle of the room lay a monster rat—a rat as big as a cow！ It lay dead， as if something had smashed it to the floor.

Joji looked around the room. No one and nothing else was there—just the screens with the cats. Then Joji looked again at the one gigantic cat.

“Didn’t I draw the head to the left and the tail to the right？”

Yes， he was sure of it. But now the cat faced the other way—as if it had come down off the screen and then gone back up.

“The cat！” said Joji. His eyes grew wide. Then he pressed his palms together and bowed to the screen.

“Thank you， honorable cat. You have saved me. For as long as I live， no one will stop me from drawing cats.”

When the villagers learned that the monster rat was dead， Joji became a hero. The village priest let him live in the temple as long as he liked.

But Joji did not become a priest. And he did not become a farmer.

He became an artist. A great artist. An artist honored through all the country. An artist who drew just one thing.

Cats！

從前有個男孩非常喜歡畫畫。他的名字叫讓一。

讓一在農(nóng)場長大，兄弟姐妹眾多。他的其他兄弟姐妹都是父母親的好幫手，但讓一不是！

讓一在好幾個小時里什么也沒干，就只是拿著一根棒子在泥土上畫畫，而且他只畫一樣?xùn)|西。

貓。

貓，貓，還是貓。小貓、大貓、瘦貓、胖貓。貓，貓，貓，貓，貓。

“讓一，”他爸爸對他說，“你不能再繼續(xù)畫那些貓了！這樣下去你怎么當(dāng)?shù)昧宿r(nóng)民呢？”

“對不起，爸爸。我會努力不再畫的。”

他確實努力了。但每當(dāng)讓一看到農(nóng)場的貓經(jīng)過時，他就會忘記手上的活兒，轉(zhuǎn)而畫起貓來。

“讓一永遠都當(dāng)不成農(nóng)民，”農(nóng)民傷心地和他的妻子說道。

“也許他可以當(dāng)僧人，”她對他說。“何不把他送去寺廟呢？”

因此農(nóng)民帶著讓一去拜見了村里寺廟的住持。住持說，“我很樂意教導(dǎo)他。”

從那時起，讓一就住在了寺廟里。住持教他讀書和寫字。讓一有一盒自己的文具，里面有一支毛筆、一塊墨和一個硯臺。

讓一喜歡磨墨。他把水倒進空硯臺里，再把墨條伸進水里，然后開始研磨墨條，最后便磨出了蘸染毛筆的墨水。

此刻，其他學(xué)生都在認真寫字。但讓一沒有！數(shù)小時內(nèi)，他什么也沒干，只用毛筆和宣紙畫畫。而且讓一只畫一樣?xùn)|西。

貓。

貓，貓，還是貓。小貓、大貓、瘦貓、胖貓。貓，貓，貓，貓，貓。

“讓一，”主持對他說，“你不能再繼續(xù)畫那些貓了！這么下去你怎么當(dāng)?shù)昧松耍俊?/p>

“對不起，大人。我會努力不再畫的。”

他確實努力了。但每當(dāng)讓一看到寺廟里的貓經(jīng)過時，他就忘記了寫字，轉(zhuǎn)而畫起畫來。

那已夠糟糕的了。……