7 Ch7-Is Santa Claus Real？

Chapter 7 Is Santa Claus Real? That afternoon me and Michael and Ryan were in the vomitorium eating lunch. Andrea and Emily and their girly friends were at the next table, so they couldn't bother us. It's noisy in the vomitorium! Everyone was hooting and hollering. The lunch

第七章圣诞老人是真的吗? 那天下午，我和迈克尔还有瑞恩在体育馆吃午饭。 安德里亚和艾米丽以及她们的女朋友在隔壁桌，所以她们不能打扰我们。 体育馆太吵了!每个人都在大喊大叫。 午餐

lady, Ms. LaGrange, was wearing these antler earmuff thingies on her head to block out the sound. Ms. LaGrange is strange. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Michael had a tuna sandwich. Ryan had two slices of bread and some slices of ham. Instead of putting the ham between the bread slices, he put it on the outside of the bread. Then he started eating. "Why did you put the ham on the outside of your sandwich?" I asked him. "It's not a sandwich!" Ryan replied. "It's a wichsand." Ryan is weird. "I'll bet Santa isn't going to read those

拉格朗日女士，头上戴着鹿角耳罩来屏蔽声音。 拉格朗日女士很奇怪。我吃了一个花生酱和果冻三明治。 迈克尔吃了一个金枪鱼三明治。 赖安吃了两片面包和几片火腿。 他没有把火腿放在两片面包之间，而是放在面包的外面。 然后他开始吃东西。“你为什么把火腿放在三明治的外侧?”我问他。 “这不是三明治!”瑞恩说。 “这是巫术。”瑞恩很奇怪。 “我敢打赌圣诞老人不会读这些

letters we wrote," Michael said as he bit into his sandwich. "Santa doesn't even exist," Ryan said. "One time I saw this Santa guy on the street ringing a bell, and then on the next block, there was another Santa guy who looked just like him!" "Maybe the second one was a clone," I said. "My friend Billy who

我们写的信，”迈克尔边说边咬着三明治。 “圣诞老人根本不存在，”瑞恩说。 “有一次，我看到这个圣诞老人在街上摇铃铛，然后在下一个街区，又有一个圣诞老人看起来和他一模一样!”“也许第二个是克隆的，”我说。 “我的朋友比利

lives around the corner told me that they can take a cell from a sheep and clone it into a whole nother sheep." "'Nother' isn't a word, A.J.," Michael said. "Neither is your face," I told him. "Look, it's just impossible for one guy to visit every single house in the world in one night," Ryan said. "Besides, our house doesn't even have a chimney. How would he get in?" "If you don't have a chimney," Michael

住在附近的人告诉我，他们可以从一只羊身上取出一个细胞，然后克隆成另一只完整的羊。” “‘母亲’不是一个词，a.j.，”迈克尔说。 “你的脸也不是，”我告诉他。 “听着，一个人在一个晚上拜访世界上所有的房子是不可能的，”瑞恩说。 “再说，我们的房子连烟囱都没有。 他怎么进去呢?”“如果你没有烟囱，”迈克尔说

said, "Santa comes in through the toilet bowl. Everybody has one of them." "That's disgusting," I said. "And he couldn't fit through the toilet anyway." "It's just impossible," Ryan insisted. "There's no way Santa could make toys for every kid in the world."

他说:“圣诞老人是从马桶进来的。 每个人都有一个。” “太恶心了，”我说。 “反正他也进不了厕所。” “这是不可能的，”瑞恩坚持说。 “圣诞老人不可能为世界上的每个孩子都做玩具。”

"He has Elvis to help him," I said. Michael and Ryan looked at me. "Not Elvis, dumbhead!" Michael yelled, slapping his forehead. "Elves! He has elves to help him!" "I knew that!" At the table beside us, Andrea and her annoying friends were giggling. They must have been listening in on our private conversation. "You better watch out, Arlo," Andrea said. "Santa has a list, and he's checking it twice." "He knows if you've been bad or good," said Emily, "so be good for goodness' sake." "Who asked you two?" I said.

“他有猫王的帮助，”我说。 迈克尔和瑞恩看着我。 “不是猫王，笨蛋!”迈克尔大叫着，拍了拍自己的额头。 “精灵!他有小精灵帮助他!”“我知道!”坐在我们旁边的那张桌子上，安德里亚和她那些讨厌的朋友在咯咯地笑。 他们一定是在偷听我们的私人谈话。 “你最好小心点，阿乐。”安德烈说。 “圣诞老人有一张清单，他会检查两遍。” “他知道你是好是坏，”爱米丽说，“所以看在上帝的份上，你要乖一点。” “谁问你们俩的?”我说。