朱尼·琼斯系列 · 11 Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy
5/Teddy and Tickle My bunny slippers didn't grow their fur back. I peeked at them the whole entire weekend. Only no fur growed at all. Not even a teensy fuzzy. On Monday—at school—I didn't feel like playing at recess. My bestest friend named Grace put her arm around me. "What's wrong, Junie B.?" she said. "How come you don't want to play today?" I hanged my head real glum. "'Cause bunny fur doesn't grow back, that's why," I said. "Only who knew? And so now I can't be a beauty shop guy when I grow up, probably. And that was my hopes
我的兔子拖鞋没有再长出毛来。 我整个周末都在偷看他们。 只是一点皮毛也没有长出来。 一点模糊都没有。星期一在学校,我不想在课间休息时玩。 我最好的朋友格蕾丝搂着我。 “怎么了,朱尼·b ?”她说。 “你今天怎么不想玩?”我闷闷不乐地垂下了头。 “因为兔子的毛长不回来了,这就是原因。”我说。 “只有谁知道?”所以我长大后可能不能在美容院工作了。 这就是我的希望
and dreams." That Grace's eyes got big and wide at me. "Hey! Me, too!" she said. "Being a beauty shop guy is my hopes and dreams, too! My aunt Lola owns her very own beauty shop. And she already said I could be a shampoo girl!" Just then, my other bestest friend named Lucille started fluffing her fluffy hair. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a client," she said. "A client is the person who goes to the beauty shop and spends a small fortune."
和梦想。”格蕾丝瞪大了眼睛看着我。 “嘿!我也是!”她说。“成为美容店老板也是我的希望和梦想!我姑妈洛拉有自己的美容店。 而且她已经说我可以当洗发水女孩了!”就在那时,我另一个最好的朋友露西尔开始揉她蓬松的头发。 “等我长大了,我要成为一名客户,”她说。 “顾客就是去美容院花一大笔钱的人。”
She took a little brush out of her purse. And she started brushing her hair. "See how shiny my hair is? It's soft and silky, too. Soft and silky and well-conditioned." She shaked it all around in the air. "A woman's hair is her crowning glory," she said. "Want to feel it? Huh? Do you?" After that, she shaked her hair all around
她从钱包里拿出一把小刷子。 她开始梳头发。 “看到我的头发多有光泽了吗?” 它又软又丝滑。柔软、丝滑、保养良好。” 她在空中挥舞着它。 “女人的头发是她至高无上的荣耀,”她说。 “想感受一下吗?”嗯?你呢?”在那之后,她摇了摇头发
in the air. "You're getting on my nerves," I said. Just then, that Grace clapped her hands real loud. "Junie B.! Junie B.! I just thought of something! Maybe Aunt Lola will let you be a shampoo girl, too! And so both of us can be shampoo girls together!" I did a gasp. "Really, Grace? Do you really think she would? Really, really, really?" Then I hugged that Grace as tight as I could. 'Cause guess what? My hopes and dreams was back! After I got home from school, I runned to my room speedy quick. I grabbed my fuzzy teddy off my bed. And
在空中。“你让我心烦,”我说。 就在这时,格蕾丝拍了拍手,拍得很响。 “琼丝!琼丝!我刚想到一件事!也许萝拉阿姨也会让你当洗发水女孩!这样我们俩就可以一起当洗发水女郎了!”我倒吸了一口气。 “真的,恩典吗?你真的认为她会吗? 真的,真的,真的吗?”然后我紧紧地抱住格蕾丝。 因为你猜怎么着?我的希望和梦想又回来了!我从学校回到家后,我飞快地跑到我的房间。 我从床上抓起我的毛绒玩具。 和
I zoomed to the bathroom. My grandma Helen Miller shouted hello at me. She was in the nursery with my baby brother named Ollie. "HELLO TO YOU, TOO!" I shouted back. "ONLY HERE'S AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE! 'CAUSE RIGHT NOW I AM SHUTTING THE BATHROOM DOOR. ON ACCOUNT OF THAT IS CALLED PRIVACY, MADAM!" After that, I locked the door real secret. And I filled the sink with water. Then I dunked Teddy up and down. And I put shampoo on that guy. I singed a happy song. It is called "Dunking Teddy Up and Down and Putting Shampoo on That Guy." Only too bad for me. 'Cause pretty soon, Teddy's head got soaky wet with water. And
我飞快地跑到浴室。我的奶奶海伦·米勒向我大喊你好。 她和我的小弟弟奥利在托儿所。 “你也好!”我喊道。 “只是这里有一个重要的信息!”因为现在我要关上浴室的门。 这就是所谓的隐私,夫人!”之后,我把门锁上了真正的秘密。 我把水槽装满了水。 然后我把泰迪扣上扣下。 我给那家伙抹了洗发水。 我唱了一首快乐的歌。这首歌叫《把泰迪上上下下灌篮,给那家伙涂洗发水》 对我来说太糟糕了。因为很快泰迪的头就被水浸湿了 和
he couldn't hold it up that good. It flopped all around his neck. I stood him up in the sink. He was a giant sog ball. I felt sickish inside my stomach. That's how come I wrapped him in a towel. And I hurried up back to my room. After that, I patted his sog ball head real gentle. And I throwed him under the bed with my slippers. I hanged my head real gloomy. "Darn it," I said. "I am not a good shampoo girl, either. And so now I can never work at Aunt Lola's with that Grace, probably." Just then, my dog named Tickle scratched at my door. "Go away, Tickle," I said. "I am not in a playing mood." But he kept on scratching and scratching.
他撑不了那么久。 它落在他的脖子上。 我在水池里放了他鸽子。 他是一个巨大的棒球。我感到胃里不舒服。 所以我才用毛巾把他包起来。 我赶紧回到我的房间。 然后,我轻轻地拍了拍他湿漉漉的脑袋。 我用拖鞋把他扔到床底下。 我沮丧地垂下了头。 “该死,”我说。“我也不善于洗头。 所以现在我可能再也不能和那个格雷斯一起在萝拉阿姨家工作了。” 就在这时,我的狗挠我的门。 “走开,挠痒痒。”我说。 “我现在没心情玩。” 但他还是不停地抓啊抓。
