3 SUNDAY MAIL

CHAPTER 3 SUNDAY MAIL Peeeee-yew!" said Alexander's dad. "What's that dog-awful smell?" Alexander had just walked into the kitchen. He sniffed his shirt. "Um, funky cheese?" said Alexander. "Why don't you go take a bath and un-funky yourself while I finish dinner," said his dad. Alexander tromped upstairs. Fifteen minutes later, he tromped back down, in pajamas. "Ah! Squeaky clean!" his dad said. "And here's your bathrobe fresh from the dryer!"

第三章星期天的邮件——呸——呸！”亚历山大的爸爸说。 “那股狗臭味是什么？”亚历山大刚刚走进厨房。 他嗅了嗅自己的衬衫。“嗯，时髦的奶酪？”亚历山大说。 爸爸说：“你为什么不去洗个澡，让我吃完晚饭。” 亚历山大迈着沉重的步子上楼。 十五分钟后，他穿着睡衣，迈着沉重的步子走了下来。 “啊!干干净净！”他爸爸说。 “这是你刚从烘干机里拿出来的浴袍！”

"Thanks, Dad," said Alexander, slipping into the robe. It felt soft and warm, but smelled flowery. "My robe smells like a rose garden." "I may have overdone it on the fabric softener," said his dad. "But it beats stinky cheese!" "Speaking of cheese let's eat!" said Alexander, taking a seat. His dad scooped lasagna onto Alexander's plate. "Oh, you got mail today," he said. "On a Sunday?" asked Alexander. "Yeah," said his dad. "It must have been hand- delivered." He handed Alexander an envelope. Alexander frowned as he opened it.

“谢谢，爸爸。”亚历山大说着，悄悄地穿上长袍。 它摸起来柔软而温暖，但闻起来很花香。 “我的长袍闻起来像玫瑰园” “我可能在织物柔顺剂上用过头了，”他爸爸说。 “但总比臭奶酪强！”“说到奶酪，我们吃吧！”亚历山大说着坐了下来。 他爸爸把千层面舀到亚历山大的盘子里。 “哦，你今天收到邮件了，”他说。 “星期天？”亚历山大问。 “是的，”他爸爸说。“一定是亲手送来的。” 他递给亚历山大一个信封。 亚历山大打开它时皱起了眉头。

Alexander: Your teacher, Dr. Tallow, no longer works at Stermont Elementary. That's no surprise! As Alexander chewed his lasagna, he thought of Dr. Tallow melting into a goop-blob, attacking the S.S.M.P., and then hardening into a spiky statue. Therefore, her students have been moved into other classrooms. You, Alexander, will now report to my office on the thirteenth floor for one-on-one lessons. Until tomorrow, Principal Vanderpants Alexander dropped his fork. "You are so lucky, AI!" said Alexander's dad, reading over his shoulder. "Just think private lessons with your principal." Class without my friends?! thought Alexander. I'd rather be trampled by a caboose-crasher!

亚历山大：你的老师，博士。 塔洛，已经不在斯特蒙特小学工作了。 这并不奇怪！当亚历山大嚼着千层面时，他想起了他的丈夫。 牛油融化成黏糊糊的东西，攻击S.S.M.P，然后硬化成一个尖尖的雕像。 因此，她的学生被转移到其他教室。 你，亚历山大，现在到我十三楼的办公室报到，接受一对一的课程。 直到明天，范德帕斯·亚历山大校长的叉子掉了。 “你真幸运，AI!”亚历山大的爸爸一边说，一边回头看书。 “想想跟你的校长单独上课吧。” 没有朋友的课堂？认为亚历山大。 我宁愿被撞车的人踩死！