斯图亚特在房间里搜寻了一下，想找个能向雪球证明他有更结实的腹肌的方法。

He spied the drawn window shade on the east window, with its shade cord and ring, like a trapeze, and it gave him an idea.

他瞥见了东边的窗帘，发现那系着圆环的窗帘绳就像一种秋千一样，便有了一个主意。

Climbing to the windowsill he took off his hat and laid down his cane.

于是他爬上窗台，脱下他的帽子，放下他的手杖。

"You can't do this," he said to the cat. And he ran and jumped onto the ring, the way acrobats do in a circus, meaning to pull himself up.

"你做不了这个，"他对那只猫说着，跑过去跳上那圆环，就像在杂技场里的艺人一样，抓着圆环往前荡。

A surprising thing happened.

一件令人吃惊的事情发生了。

Stuart had taken such a hard jump that it started the shade: with a loud snap the shade flew up clear to the top of the window, dragging Stuart along with it and rolling him up inside, so that he couldn't budge.

由于斯图亚特跳得过猛，所以随着一声炸响，窗帘摆到了窗子的最上面，把斯图亚特也卷了进去，裹在里面动也不能动了。

"Holy mackerel!" said Snowbell, who was almost as surprised as Stuart Little.

"多么可怕的龙卷风！"雪球说着，吃惊地看着斯图亚特?利特尔。

I guess that will teach him to show off his muscles.

我想那会让他明白，炫耀他的肌肉的后果是什么。

"Help! Let me out!" cried Stuart, who was frightened and bruised inside the rolled-up shade, and who could hardly breathe.

"救我！让我出去！"被窗帘打青的，几乎不能呼吸的斯图亚特害怕地叫起来。

But his voice was so weak that nobody heard. Snowbell just chuckled.

可是他的声音太小了，没有人能听到。雪球只是在喵喵地笑。