The Wicked Witch was so angry when she saw her black bees in little heaps like fine coal that she stamped her foot and tore her hair and gnashed her teeth.

这个坏女巫疯狂了，她看见黑蜂们堆成的小煤堆样地死了，顿着她的脚，撕扯着她的头发，咬着她的牙齿。

And as bees cannot live when their stings are broken that was the end of the black bees, and they lay scattered thick about the Woodman, like little heaps of fine coal.

黑蜂们的刺毁了，它们也就死了，许多黑蜂散落在铁皮人的四周，厚厚地像一小堆上等的媒。