一弗吉尼亚的冬天真是太冷了,阿萨提格岛上空的云朵仿佛都已冰冻了。我和祖父咒骂着从车上跳下来。“野马在哪里?”我哆嗦着问。“会见到的,孩子。”祖父边说边把他的消防斧头递给我。祖父是辛科提格志愿消防队的队长。“拿斧头来干什么?”我问祖父。“在池塘的冰面上劈个洞出来,给马饮水。马得喝淡 A winter in Virginia was so cold that the clouds over Asatti Island seemed frozen. My grandfather and I cursed jumped out of the car. ”Where is the wild horse?“ ”I shiver and ask. “Meet you, boy.” “My grandfather said and handed me his fire ax. Grandfather is the captain of the volunteer fire brigade. ”What to do with an ax?“ I asked my grandfather. ”Pissing a hole in the pond’s ice to feed the horse