When it turned to look at me, I smiled and continued to write, and it plucked up the courage to run on to my manuscript and hop round the nib of my pen, making scratching noises with its little red claws.

• 我只是微微一笑，依旧写东西，它就放开胆子跑到稿纸上，绕着我的笔尖蹦来蹦去； 跳动的小爪子在纸上发出嚓嚓响。