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请大家帮忙翻译一下 Rolf,the Dog Who Finds ThingsDay after day,a small blue truck speeds along the roads of Denmark's island of Funen.A big dark dog sits beside the driver,looking at him as if listening to his instructions.Whenever the truck goes by,the people of Funen turn and stare,some in wonder,others in recognition.For on its side are printed the words Sporhunden Rolf(Rolf,the Tracking Dog)and a telephone number.Yes,the passenger in the blue truck is Rolf,a dog that is hired to find things people have lost.Within seven years,Rolf and his owner have found close to $400,000 worth of missing items.Among them are watches,jewelry,tools,money,cows,geese,pigs and other dogs.And what is Rolf's secret?His sensitive nose!The owner of that nose is a ten-year-old German Shepherd.And the owner of the German Shepherd is Svend Anderson.Together they answer the 600 to 700 calls for help that they get each year.Four out of five times they find what they are asked to look for.Whenever the telephone rings in Anderson's house,Rolf is instantly alert.He dashes to the truck,eager to be off.On the way,Svend repeats again and again the name of what they are going to look for.So,by the time they arrive,Rolf is ready to get to work.He circles,backtracks and circles again.This he continues until he picks up the faint scent of an object lying in a spot where it doesn't belong.One spring I went to Funen to make sure that Rolf's detective work was not some kind of fairy story.Over coffee and cakes Svend and I talked and watched Rolf.The dog's stare was mysterious.He seemed alert yet calm.The telephone rang,and then I heard Svend saying,"A wallet?I can't promise,but we'll do our best."An hour later we were in a park,tramping among the trees with Axel Jensen,the man who had phoned.Jensen had lost his wallet wouldn't be easy!For half an hour Rolf roamed in wide,broken zigzags.Ocationally,Svend would call him back or tell him to keep looking.No wallet was found.We drove to another part of the forest.Again Rolf roamed with his nose to the boggy earth.Svend encouraged him from time to time.I don't know at what moment we began to notice that Rolf was padding about in small circles.Svend was now standing at the edge of a ditch.He was tense,as if giving orders that only Rolf could hear.Suddenly,Rolf began to paw the soft earth.He stopped,looked about and scratched again a few feet away.Then he changed his mind and began to dig further to the right,All at once he trotted out of the bog,head high.He was holding sth dark in his mouth.It was the wallet!Jensen roared with surprise and joy."Tell me,Svend,"I said later,"how on earth does a dog go about finding a wallet five by seven inches in a huge forest covered with undergrowth?"Svend smiled as he replied,"I knew there was nothing in the first 75 acres because of Rolf's lack of interest.But in the swamp I could tell from the way Rolf acted that he had picked up a trail.The scent had reached him through the air from the spot where the wallet was dropped ten days ago."How did Svend come to own this dog with a detective's nose?He picked Rolf from a litter of seven pups because Rolf had the biggest head and snuffled more eagerly along the ground.
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