The Ant-Lion1蚁狮

“He can’t get it; he can’t get a hold of it，” Morvenna cried. She thrust suddenly with the end of a twig， trying to push the ant up the shifting sand-slope of the pit. But her brother， lying opposite her， filled his cheeks with air and blew hard. The ant fell back to the pit-bottom， and in a moment the little fury of jaws burst out at it， seized it， vanished again. Only a flurry of sand in the bottom of the little pit marked for a few seconds the ant’s last struggle.

“它抓不到，它抓不住。（剩余7480字）